Five minutes later, the shadow of death fell.

was blocked by Kress's giant shield, and then slashed in the chest by Spartacus's surprise twin swords.

Bones are visible in the depths, and blood is flowing sideways.

Kress and Spartacus were stunned for a long time, staring at the motionless shadow of death lying on the ground, feeling that everything was a little unreal.

It's that simple...... It's over?

That legendary and unrivaled shadow of death, just defeated?

It was only when the spectators cheered that they realized this.

And so—

"Haha...... Hahaha......" Kress laughed and removed his helmet and said mockingly, "Wasted." ”

Spartacus also let out an unbelievable laugh, this victory, it was so easy.

The arena erupted in earth-shattering cheers, louder and louder, but ......

This voice stopped abruptly before reaching **.

It was like being choked by a pair of invisible big hands, choking everyone's neck, and cheering stuck in the throat, and finally turned into an inexplicable exclamation.

Sensing that something was wrong, the two turned around.

Dead white skin, huge scars on the chest, blood flowing, but it was as if it didn't exist.

For the Shadow of Death, this pain is a deformed pleasure, a necessary sacrifice to summon a bloody storm.

He's not had a good kill for a long time, because inviting him into the arena requires a hefty appearance fee, and no one can afford to pay for it unless it's a major event.

Therefore, he has been "sleeping" for a long time, this demon, dazed, unable to lift his spirits, he needs some fresh stimulation to really awaken that bloodthirsty madness.

The rough fingers, rubbing in the flesh and blood rolled in his chest, tore the healing capillaries again, put the blood-stained fingers in his mouth and sucked, tasted the strong bloody gas, his jaw bones trembled with excitement, chewing his fingers.

In the silence, he smiled innocently and looked up to the sky and asked, "Capua! shallibegin！！！ ”

Thunder and lightning began to roll, and the dark clouds that hung over Capua seemed to respond to the furious killing intent of the Shadow of Death.

With a roar of thunder, he began the second round of the real battle.

Everything, as in the original book, the poor coordination between Spartacus and Kress puts them in danger.

Kress's shield can block Shadow of Death's attacks, but is powerless to fight back, and Spartacus can make effective attacks, but not a single sword.

The quick victory in the first round was also the result of the tacit cooperation between the two, and now, they have risen to a competitive spirit.

The shadow of death, who doesn't know any swordsmanship, doesn't know any sword moves, those two giant swords, are completely wielded in accordance with instinct and experience.

This kind of swordsmanship, which can be called "ugly" in the eyes of experts, is really the most suitable for his life-fighting technique.

However, unlike the original book, the strength of Kress and Spartacus is far from being comparable to the original book.

Kress, after paying the price of a wound on his back, finally recognized the form, calmed down and steadied his position.

Seeing this, Li Lian frowned slightly.

Xianzi also understood something, and looked at Li Lian, who nodded slightly.

If Kress is not seriously injured and dying like in the original book, then Spartacus's prestige will be suppressed by him forever.

This greedy sandy land only recognizes one champion, and the so-called "freedom" will only return a champion to that mere one.

If Kress hadn't been seriously injured, it would have been much more difficult to get Spartacus free.

So—

"I have no intention of polluting your glory, but ......"

Li Lian sighed slightly, a wisp of wind, swimming against the ground, like a spirit snake, burrowed to Kress's side, and when he dodged the attack of the shadow of death, the invisible wind turned into an entity and grabbed his ankle.

It was only less than half a second late, and it was impossible for anyone to notice it, not even Cress himself, who would suspect that it was a muscle twitch caused by strenuous exercise.

So, Shadow of Death, ignoring the wounds that Spartacus had added to his body, the first sword slashed Kress's giant shield, and the second sword slashed the leather armor on Kress's chest, opening a wound where the ribs could be seen, and then, with a flying kick, kicked Kress ten meters away.

The blood splattered from the wound, swirling in the air, following Cress's badly injured body, dyed a wonderful spiral on the sandy ground, and then seeped into the ground, adding the smell of a champion to this arena.

"Theox!!" Spartacus roared, then rushed forward frantically.

The twin swords dance wildly, which is completely incomparable in power, but far surpasses in speed.

The right sword slashed at the neck of the shadow of death, the left sword slashed into his thigh, and after being blocked, the two swords turned, and at the same time, the direction was unrelated, one sword stabbed at the abdomen, and the other sword slashed at his right arm.

Suddenly, blood splattered.

Spartacus's right sword, under a round of scramble, actually pierced the lower abdomen of the shadow of death.

But...... On the sword, there was a bad feeling, as if it was caught by something.

Theox, with his mouth wide open, roared forward step by step, allowing the blade to penetrate his abdomen, the pain only further irritating him, making his body exert even more terrifying power.

Li Lian was ready to use his ability again, but Kress's move stopped him.

The dark clouds cracked a crack, and the blazing sunlight peeked out of the crack and shone on Kress's bloodstained body.

He struggled to his feet, grabbed his helmet, and used the smooth metal surface to reflect the sunlight into the eyes of the Shadow of Death.

Having been fighting under the dark clouds, his eyes couldn't adjust to the sudden bright light, blinking in pain.

Spartacus immediately seized the opportunity, discarded the sword caught in the belly of Shadow of Death, picked up the weapon left by Cress, and then cut off Shadow of Death's right hand with a sword, and at the same time stabbed him in the chest, he blocked the counterattack of Shadow of Death's other hand, and at the same time stabbed him in the heart with another sword!

Even a demon, with its heart pierced, will not survive.

It was a wonderful feeling for the Shadow of Death, a blazing heart, clinging to the cold steel, and every thrust could send that chill to the bone.

It didn't hurt at all, this feeling just made him feel novel.

Then, with one, two, and three swords, Spartacus picked up his weapon and slashed into the neck of Death Shadow like a tree, severing all the muscles that were as strong as a tightrope, causing blood to splash out of the carotid arteries, and drawing irregular shapes on the sandy ground.

With the last sword, the head of the Shadow of Death spun and flew out, smashing down ten meters away, reddish-brown eyes, staring eternally into the gravel of Capua.

When he died, the feeling he felt was not fear, but regret that he was not happy.

——

The first drop of rain fell beside Kress, but his consciousness had sunk into darkness, unable to feel the coolness of this long absence.

The torrential rain poured down, moistening the chapped lips of the spectators, and the gods of heaven were finally fed with the blood and rained down with satisfaction.

"Batitas, it looks like the second main game can be canceled." The white-haired archon smiled and said, "The gods are already satisfied with this blood, and so is the enthusiasm of the audience, so it is better to fight again at another time." Solorion, what do you think? ”

Solorion looked hesitant and looked at the entrance of the arena, "I think...... Do as you wish. In the end, he said.

The Archon stood up and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a loud thud of steel.

To the west, where the gladiators of Solorion appeared, the steel gate, was cut in half by a black light, swirling in mid-air, and smashing into the arena.

A black, beastly figure, carrying a palm-thick giant sword, wearing black heavy armor covered with barbs, and a deformed and twisted black helmet, walked into the field despite the torrential rain.

The first impression is that it is a "black swordsman".

"Hah! Faster than me, I like it! The war ghost smiled happily, pushed open the door, and greeted him.

The two reincarnators, completely ignoring the angry archons, stood still in the muddy arena in the pouring rain.

On the other side of the arena, the Eagle of Light looked at the back of the black swordsman with an indifferent face, his chest, under his palm, his heart beating slightly faster than usual.

Sensing this, she let out a faint sigh.

To be shaken by him, just a little, is a failure for yourself.

He ruined his dreams, his body, his world, and he ruined everything he had, plunging him into eternal madness.

Even if the two were the closest comrades-in-arms, the best friends, or even a deeper relationship, it could not change the fact that the two hated each other at this time.

And now, I will enslave him forever, and imprison him forever, until I let him see the kingdom he has established.

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capua！ shallibegin！！！ This sentence can't be translated into Chinese, and no matter how you translate it, it doesn't have momentum......