The 4th known temple, the powerful sub-god Spartans ~~~

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At some point, Claudia clenched a dagger in her hand, a moment before she gently closed her eyes.

I saw the snowflakes falling on my eyelashes, and I looked closely at it, and the whole snowflake was hexagonal, and its pattern stretched out very neatly, like the branches of a tree parting apart.

Through the snowflakes, she did not see a white world made of pink makeup, but a 'hell' that made her feel hatred and despair.

"Perhaps, today is the end of life, the last day for me, Claudia, the Grand Summoner of the Void!" Her white skin was bitter and the grooves were hidden, and her whole face seemed to be covered with a veil of despair, and she resolutely closed her eyes and cut off the world.

Although, she didn't understand why her calling had failed. Could it be that thing no longer works its magical effect?

With her last thoughts, Claudia's face became serene and radiant, and she was about to enter the kingdom of heaven. Even if there was something dirty, something dangerous, if her heart stopped beating, she would never see it again.

A hexagonal snowflake, exquisitely clear, dusty when it comes, and dusty when it falls.

It's like a white butterfly, drawing a fluttering arc.

At that moment, the six Western gladiators reached out and were about to touch Claudia, and the dagger in her hand went up.

Hum――――

A crystal-shaped symbol instantly lit up, melting a circle of snow under his feet, melting a thick layer of snow.

Claudia's fingers holding the dagger trembled violently, and the instinctive sensing from the summoner made her open her eyes in a hurry. The flickering crystal light, like a light pouring out of her soul, illuminated her face brilliantly and movingly.

At the moment when the light of the crystal symbol dissipated, only two meters away from Claudia, on this much-anticipated arena, there was a warrior of the Void Holy Order, a Spartan who had caused a sensation in the entire Central Empire not long ago!

Due to Claudia's summoning spell, there was limited hearing on the spot. Perhaps the vast majority of people don't know that this is a forbidden spell.

The Spartan Templar warrior in the field, he, is not just a warrior.

But the familiar figure made Claudia know it. At this point, Claudia tried her best to control the surprise and excitement in her heart, but she still trembled uncontrollably.

Is this the warrior of the Void Order, the Spartans of the Sub-Divine Race!?

The audience in the entire stand "whew-" sounded, and almost half of the people stood up. Eyes straight, everyone's eyes widened and there was a loud noise.

"Look at that, it's actually a Holy Order soldier. She actually succeeded! A imprisoned Void Summoner, she actually summoned the Void Saint Order warriors! ”

"Oh my God, is this the Void Assembly? The 4th known temple, the mighty Subtheon Spartans ~~~"

In the countless scorching sights, the horsehair helmet that covered most of his face with indifference and fortitude slowly lifted, and the red flakes flew high with snowflakes.

As far as his eyes could see, Aaron first saw small snowflakes, as light as smoke, flying one after another, falling from the sky, kissing the earth under his combat boots.

"It's still autumn in Sparta, and it's already in the middle of winter. This distance across space, how far the so-called Central Empire is from the Barbarian Continent is difficult to guess. ”

Feeling the snowflakes slowly falling, under the heavy helmet, under Aaron's thick black eyebrows, there were a pair of cold star-like eyes, those arrogant eyes casually looking at everything around them.

"Hahaha, Warriors of the Holy Order! Kill the six reptiles across from you! ”

"Although there is only one Holy Order warrior, the dignity of the sub-god race is not something that a few gladiators can challenge! Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Seeing a Void Saint Order warrior for the first time, the entire arena was boiling.

And it turned into a wall grass, chanting rhythmically with a one-sided voice. As if everyone had forgotten that just a minute ago they were on the side of the gladiators, shouting shameless and indecent voices.

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In Aaron's eyes, the entire building in front of him has 80 round arches, and its columns are very distinctive. Massive, majestic, magnificent, all wrapped in marble.

In the surrounding stands, a circle of people was filled.

The noisy and noisy scene once made Aaron's brows furrow slightly.

Under the heavy helmet, his eyes scanned around, and in his pair of clear silver pupils, there was an unwavering light, cold and resolute, arrogant and silent.

His gaze finally landed on a slightly familiar face. Under the two light brown, fluffy eyebrows, looking at him closely, it was a pair of eyes containing complex colors such as sadness, resentment, surprise, burning, and sadness, flickering, as if rubbing into the snowflakes and trembling.

"Claudia—" I remembered the name clearly, and through Aaron's careful gaze, the gray hat was a little tattered.

Underneath the brim, there was a yellowish forehead hair stained with dust. A large braid on his shoulders makes his hair look messy.

"It's only been a while, and what happened to this Void Summoner seems to be ...... Not so smooth. ”

Aaron didn't quite understand why this summoner, who was 'familiar' to him, had such a complicated look under her eyebrows.

But the sharp gaze probably only stayed on the other person's face for less than three seconds, and Aaron shook off this thought. At the end of the day, Aaron didn't care about anything other than this fight. After all, that was not the role of the temple.

Under the heavy helmet of horsehair, there is no emotion in a pair of eyes that seem to be about to freeze, except for the excesses of perfection, there is nothing outstanding.

Aaron quickly turned his head and glanced at the six gladiators wearing closed helmets on the opposite side, each with a double-edged machete, javelin, spear, halberd, mace, and battle axe, all kinds of weapons, matching the different body types of each of them, but also with their own characteristics.

"Humble Reptile ......"

In the battle of the summoner, Aaron's voice was stiff like the collision of two pieces of metal, and it sounded full of intimidation.

Spear and shield in hand, he strode forward, and even in winter, the weapons forged by the temple reflected a bright glow.

A stiff and hollow sound came into his ears, and the hearts of the six gladiators beat violently at the same time, and in an instant, the whole body of the six gladiators was as tense as a stone, and their hearts were sinking as if they were filled with cold lead.

The appearance of the warriors of the Holy Order made the six gladiators vigilantly retract their steps forward, and they kept retreating, and the pupils that had been cruel a moment ago were immediately filled with a layer of vigilance.

The warriors of the Sacred Order are called subgods, which literally means that they possess divine powers comparable to those of the gods. But this is in no way to say that the subgods will not be defeated.

Conversely, the Templar warriors will also bleed and die.

In the perception of ordinary people, if the six gladiators can cooperate with each other and push each other into a corner, then the subgod clan will consciously get out of this battle.

Next, the enthusiasm of the audience made the atmosphere of the entire arena boil to the peak for a while.

In the past, no summoner had been thrown into the Colosseum, so in the eyes of everyone, it was a rare and wonderful battle.

On top of that, the ticket to watch this fight is only a few copper coins.