September 15th.

The world is still going on as usual, no different than any other day.

Office workers get up early and rush to the subway and bus, couples on first-time dates walk shyly towards each other, girls shopping at the mall max out their credit cards, and idlers wandering in parks with nothing to do......

But what people don't know is that today is an important day in another world hidden in the darkness:

Somewhere in Alaska, in the "Hell Arena" about 400 meters underground. A crazy race is coming:

"Welcome to the Halloween Killing Contest Qualifiers!"

On the semicircular gate, made of the bones of a giant animal, hangs a welcome banner written in dozens of languages. Under the dense scarlet banner with various words written on it, a large group of monsters who have been fighting endlessly on weekdays are walking along the relatively wide cave corridor, in a very orderly ...... Line up for admission.

- According to the rules of the Halloween Killing Competition, only members of the organization to which the contestants belong and special guests are eligible to attend the battle.

So now, a few Hell soldiers, who are more than three meters tall and festering all over their bodies in bony heavy armor, are acting as "ticket inspectors". The identities of the spectators are verified.

"I hate queuing ......" Bloody Mary, still dressed as a gothic loli, rubbed her long silver hair a little impatiently.

Frankenstein beside her didn't say anything, his little face still had a flat expression, and he took a slight step forward with the crowd.

In fact, it's not appropriate to describe the queue here as "crowded", after all, among the guys in line, humans are definitely a rare breed.

Here, even if she has a human form, it doesn't have to be human, such as the few "people" who are currently standing on Frankenstein's right hand and eyeing her.

"You stopped Master Dracula?" A very magnetic feminine male voice sounded.

Bloody Mary and Frankenstein looked to the right at the same time, and they were greeted by several handsome men and beauties dressed in black and wearing black hats, with unusually pale complexions.

This group of tall and delicate faces, who can be professional models, are squinting their dark red pupils at this time, casting a hostile gaze at the girl in white.

"Cut, damn vampire." Bloody Mary cursed.

"A lonely ghost is also qualified to accuse us? Didn't you also receive guidance from Master Dracula when you were younger? A female vampire with short hair asked rhetorically.

Hearing this, Bloody Mary frowned, and was about to speak, Frankenstein put his right arm in front of her chest, stepped forward and whispered:

"Dracula is looking for his own death."

As soon as these words came out, the vampires next to them suddenly fell silent, and the unusually cold killing intent began to rise slowly.

"Hey, over there, don't fight when you're in line, do you want to die?" One of the Hell soldiers who was checking their qualifications also noticed the anomaly, and shouted a shoutout in the demonic language common to heretic creatures.

"I'll let you go for the time being, and the next time we meet, I'll hang your bloodied corpse on the flagpole."

As he passed by Frankenstein, a vampire in the form of a young man slashed his palm against his throat in a gesture symbolizing the cutting of his throat.

Frankenstein didn't feel nervous in the face of the vampire's threat, just raised his little hand to cover his mouth and yawned, and said inarticulately, "Whatever you want." ”

After waiting in line for about five minutes, they finally passed the inspection as the "Strange Tale Research Group Viewing Group", and Frankenstein and Bloody Mary finally stepped into the door of the hell arena.

Seeing the scene in front of her, Bloody Mary immediately whistled and exclaimed, "This time the venue is not bad." ”

What comes into view is a massive cavity a hundred meters high, and a large arena built around the arcing walls of the cavern.

Although it is a closed underground space, the temperature here is not low, maintaining about 20 degrees, and the air is not thin, even if humans come to watch the battle, they will not directly suffocate in the arena.

The stone walls of the cave are surrounded by simple auditoriums cut directly from the rock. Compared to normal events, the viewing conditions here are indeed a little more rudimentary. However, the heretical creatures who came to watch the battle obviously didn't care about such a trivial matter.

And the circular arena in the center of the cave, which was brightly lit by dozens of spotlights above the cave, was the stage for this killing competition!

The arena was surrounded by heavy, cylindrical gray metal walls, and the ground was polished to reflect the light. Since it's only a qualifier, the battlefield doesn't have the complicated environmental effects that Halloween Killing Race is known for, just a few stone pillars and some stone blocks that might be used as cover, which looks very rudimentary.

Taking his seat in the audience near the gate, following the ticket number he received from the Soldiers of Hell, Frankenstein lazily leaned against the icy stone wall, staring at the brightly lit amphitheater below.

Although Carremont and Jigsaw have been given new bodies, the two guys are still in the recovery stage. So they didn't come to watch the game this time.

As for the other members of the Strange Tales Research Society, they are either currently on a mission or have declined invitations to watch the game under the pretext that they are not interested in the event.

It's not surprising that this happens:

With the exception of Frankenstein, no one had much confidence in the new humans joining the Society. It's normal for them not to come to watch the game, after all, it's really embarrassing to watch the contestants from their own camp get eliminated as soon as they come up......

"Here comes the sponsors." Bloody Mary, floating in her seat, pouted.

Frankenstein turned his head to look at the arena entrance, where he saw a group of human soldiers wearing black combat uniforms, gas masks, and submachine guns in their hands, protecting a man in a suit carrying a silver box into the arena.

Even at a slight distance, the girl in white immediately saw the red and white umbrella-shaped armbands on the arms of those soldiers, and then immediately identified the other party:

-- These humans are members of the famous "New Ambrera Company". The reason they sponsored the Halloween Killing Contest seems to be to test the newly developed creature weapon (B.O.W) in the competition.

"I think they invited you to participate in the development of the virus, right?" Bloody Mary was still looking at the members of the new Ambrera Corporation, but a contemptuous smile appeared on her face.

"Well, I'm too lazy to go." Frankenstein shook his head.

In her opinion, the biochemical weapons technology of the new Ambrera company is basically all outdated products of the last century, so she has no interest in the invitation of this company at all.

As the audience arrived, the originally empty arena auditorium finally began to liven up.

Immediately afterwards, the LCD screen directly above the arena suddenly lit up, and the two guys sitting in the commentary seat appeared on the big screen:

Sitting on the left is a man in a black top hat and a crimson sweater, with his face covered in tattered skin, holding the microphone in his scarred right hand, and shouting happily:

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 13th Halloween Killing Contest, I'm your old friend, Mr. Freddy!"

This person's ability to arouse the emotions of the audience was extremely powerful, and immediately caused the scene to thunder, and the roars of countless monsters continued to echo in the cave.

"Isn't this kid claiming not to come, how can he be a commentator?" Bloody Mary looked at the familiar figure on the screen in surprise, after all, Freddy was also a member of the "Strange Tales Research Society".

"I don't know." Frankenstein shook his head.

Adhering to the principle of "men and women don't get tired of working together", sitting on the right side of the commentary seat is a young woman wearing a dark blue professional uniform and long black hair. She wore a large white mask on her face, revealing only a pair of blank black eyes.

Compared to Freddy, this person did not seem to be suitable for commentary, and her voice was low and listless, almost overshadowed by the cheers of the audience:

"Hello everyone, I'm also a commentator."

Glancing at the unenergetic partner beside him, Freddy immediately smiled: "As for my partner, everyone should know her identity, right?" This is the super beautiful Miss 'Rip Girl'! If you want to pursue her, please line up first, because I have already booked in advance! ”

"Cut, it's really visionless, that woman is not as beautiful as me." Bloody Mary was quite critical of Freddy's remarks.

Frankenstein put a finger to his lips, signaling the ghosts around him to quiet down, staring at the arena below without blinking, and said in a deep voice:

"It's about to begin."