The black ghost gradually emerged, and no one but Roque noticed the situation.

A hand was raised, as if to slap it down.

Tsk, even if you don't die, you have to be half-crippled, and as for only being shot into a concussion, it doesn't exist.

Roque could already imagine in his mind the tragic image of Ricka's half face against the floor, and in that case, he pretended not to see it.

"La..."

"La..."

"La..."

Half an hour passed.

"Wo go, old watch, do you want to pull Xiang, you slap it down, how embarrassing it is for me to pretend not to see it here." Roque was speechless, and the black ghost's palm stopped in mid-air as if it had died, shouting a word.

"Squeak...", the brain wave was interrupted, and his black ghost watch slowly disappeared.

At this time, Roque realized that the sky was full of black clouds and it was starting to rain.

In fact, logically speaking, even if it rains, IBM substances will not disappear so quickly, it seems that the concentration of IBM on his body is not high now.

"Alas... This grandma, if it rains when I PK with others in the future, then I will have to be a single commander. Roque sighed slightly.

However, he was not so congested, because he found that the concentration of IBM on his body seemed to increase every day, from the vague old ghost at the beginning, to the current black ghost, and the black ghost began to become more and more solid.

Roque looked at Lica with a look of pity, although he said that he could also go up and beat him up now, but Zefa, who was standing on the sidelines, would not allow it.

"Why did I just feel like there was a person standing there, was it an illusion?" After Roque left, Zefa looked at the position beside Rica with a puzzled expression.

...

For the next month, it was all painful and happy (dead and alive) workouts, and the daily training volume continued to increase.

Judging from this posture, Zefa is planning to not kill them and not give up.

In the middle of the process, there are already several recruits who can't bear this kind of high-intensity training and have applied to be transferred, of course, they may be transferred to a certain position, but this means that they can only become cannon fodder on the battlefield forever.

Roque didn't have time to bother with the lives of these cannon fodder, he was now rushing to the dungeon.

"Poof."

The door to the dungeon was opened, and the dark, damp air, with a burst of sewer-smelling dust wafted by, surrounded by rusty iron doors.

He hadn't been here for about a month, because Zefa seemed to find that he was recovering quickly during training, so he had a lot of extra training programs for him, and although he wasn't as tired as a dog, he didn't want to move very much.

For a month, no new slaves arrived, making it even more lifeless, and the air could be smelled of corpses and disinfectant from time to time, apparently caused by the death of slaves, but they were not transported out in time.

The cell lacks the arrogance of the slaves when they came in, and is filled with endless death.

Roc glanced around at the iron cages around him, the slaves lying on the ground in despair, their eyes already dead and bright.

This is far more terrifying than the Naval Prison Advance City, because in the Push City, they are only prisoners, but here, they become slaves of the Dracons.

Roque walked all the way forward and stopped outside a cell.

Now there was only one slave left in the cell, and it was the pirate Gus who had mocked and threatened him to screw his head off when he came out.

Gus lay silently on the cold floor, his eyes had lost their brilliance, and when he saw someone coming, he curled up in a ball, looking like a frightened mouse.

He looks like a filthy pig now, no, maybe the pig is better than him, at least the pig sleeps after eating every day, and the fat one is slaughtered by someone else, and he lives in fear every day.

"Hey, Mr. Gus, it's been a long time, I wonder how life has been lately?"

"It's... You? Gus's voice was hoarse and shaky, but he recognized Roque.

"Mr. Gus, I didn't expect you to know me."

"You, what are you doing here?"

Gus suddenly fell to his knees in horror and shouted, "No, I don't want to go there, no..."

If you look closely, you can see that one of his hands has been scrapped, and the bones inside have been completely crushed, and it looks like a lump of rotten flesh hanging limply on the ground.

And his body was more or less covered with scars, whip marks, and of course, what was even more terrifying was that there was a rotting hole near his heart.

He was afraid of death, he didn't want to die, he would rather abandon his dignity than go out, because he knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely die.

"Seriously, Mr. Gus, as a pirate with a reward of 20 million in the West Sea, why didn't you choose to die? Wouldn't that be all free? ”

"I... Don't want to die. ”

"Alas, the innocent civilians you killed don't want to die either..."

There are too many people like Gus in the world, they can ignore the life and death of others, and even torture and kill ordinary humans at will, but when they learn that they are going to die, they start to fear, they don't want to die, they would rather survive like dogs.

Although they were locked up here and endured humiliation, Roque knew that when they escaped one day, they would become even more brutal and slaughter people wantonly.

But it doesn't matter, for Gus in front of him, it's hard to say whether he will survive the slave emancipation movement.

...

The Holy Land of Mary Joy, the Colosseum.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but Roque's eyes were a little uncomfortable due to the fact that he had just come out of the dark and damp dungeon.

This time of the month is at the happiest time of the Colosseum, and many Draconians come here to watch the game, and of course put a little bet on it.

As for the protagonists of the Colosseum, they are naturally those slaves, and the Draco people don't treat those slaves as human beings, for them, these slaves are just like low-level beasts, even the navy is just a group of civilians in the eyes of the Dracoe.

Today, because the navy in charge of escorting the slaves is sick and on leave, so Roquedai will escort the slaves who are going to fight below.

In the middle of the Colosseum is a very large and wide field, Roque calculated, more than a dozen football fields are so big, there is a huge screen in the middle, which shows the entire field at a glance, and the stands around it are already full of Tianlong people.

And below the stands, you can also see some busy navy and slaves.