Chapter Seventy-Four, The Shadow of Death
Ten minutes later, Capua Arena.
"Don't expect to fool me!" Batitas shouted angrily at Li Lian.
Halfway sneak attack, a powerful enemy, it was impossible for him not to suspect the identity of Li Lian and the others, this sneak attack was also obviously aimed at them, for Batitas, he felt that he was implicated.
"What you want, you have to pay. You should have guessed the identities of the two of us, right? Let me tell you that we are from the same place as the War Spirit, and we are here to accomplish our mission. Li Lian said flatly.
"I don't care what your tasks are, I just want you to stay away from me!" Batitas said immediately.
"Let the war ghosts leave, too? And then let your weak gladiators die at the hands of those who attacked you just now? β
Batitas looked stunned, and he was reluctant to let go of the trump card of the war ghost, and it was obvious that the two people in front of him were the main messengers behind the war ghost.
"Mr. Quintus Batitas, believe it or not, we know enough about you, including your ambitions, including some of the things you have done." Li Lian continued to say indifferently, this tone made Batitas feel uncomfortable, feeling like meat on a chopping block.
Without waiting for him to respond, Li Lian continued, "You are brave and resourceful, you are a good careerist, now, there is a big gamble in front of you, as long as you dare, we can help you rise to the top." β
The inky eyes seemed to have a kind of magic, and the cold tone made people believe that everything he said was the truth.
"What do you mean?" In order to soothe his emotions, Batitas's jaw couldn't help but tremble.
"Strength, our strength, what you saw just now, is just the tip of the iceberg, this strength is enough to subvert Capua, and help you do what you dare not do, what you can't do, for example, Solorion's life...... Of course, this is just a gesture, and if you are as smart as you, you must be able to think of more and have effective applications, right? β
"You want me to risk my life just to get a verbal promise from you?" Batitas said disdainfully.
"So, let's make a contract, I heard that the warlocks of your country can help negotiate a contract that cannot be regretted, right?"
Inky eyes stared at Bartitas, he felt that he had never been so cramped, this was like the color of the night, it was almost like a demon, and he, wasn't he trading with a demon?
"Yes." Finally he replied.
"Alright, your Excellency will arrange for the contract to be signed."
"Wait, I didn't say yes!" Batitas was stunned for a moment, almost fooled, "Who are those who attacked you?" β
"Our enemies are also those who stand in the way of our mission, and we will kill them, and this can be done with your little help."
"I'm afraid it's not 'small'!
"Whatever you think, if we win, then you will have our full support, in this Capua, and in all of Rome...... You're smart and you know what that means. β
Batitas was still hesitant when the gladiators approached from the aisle.
Spartacus had already entered the ranks, walking with Cress.
"Leave the contract alone for now." Batitas looked at Spartacus and said thoughtfully, "Your teaching during this period of time has indeed made Spartacus a lot stronger...... I mean, do you guys think they have any hope of winning? β
Spartacus's progress is obvious to all, and although he didn't really fight, no one felt that he was worse than Kress.
That kind of extremely tricky and weird swordsmanship, the left and right hands can perform completely different tactics at the same time, facing Spartacus's dual swords, it is like being besieged by two people who cooperate tacitly.
Cress, too, has grown by leaps and bounds under the tutelage of OmeΓ±os and is full of fighting spirit.
Therefore, Batitas was a little unsure of his original judgment, if ...... At the same time that the War Ghost won, the two also defeated the Shadow of Death......
Thinking about that scene for a moment, thinking about Solorion's depressed expression, Batitas felt a kind of ** pleasure.
"There is no doubt about the combat power, but Spartacus has a knot." Li Lian said with deep meaning.
"Well, his wife?" Batitas was thoughtful.
"It's not appropriate for us to do this, or you talk to him, everything, just like you think." After Li Lian finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Batitas had a feeling that he was completely seen through, what he was thinking......
The wife is the driving force for Spartacus to fight, but the wife is also the poison that destroys the warrior.
Yes, the solution to everything, both to stimulate his fighting spirit and to prevent this natural warrior from indulging in his children's affairs......
Clever Batitas, easy to think of.
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"My glory is gone, but your future is at your feet."
In front of the iron gate in the corner of the arena, the black instructor OmeΓ±os was facing Kress and Spartacus, giving a final lecture.
As the only one to fight the Shadow of Death and survive, OmeΓ±os is arguably the strongest warrior at the Ludes Training Grounds.
But the identity of the instructor made him not ashamed, and all his hopes were pressed on the two people in front of him.
"Help me, kill him!"
With that, OmeΓ±os turned away, and the great wounds on the shoulders and sides of his face silently spoke of the horror of the enemy.
"Citizens of Capua!" In the main stands, the consul began to speak, and his high-pitched tone stirred up the emotions of the spectators.
Spartacus, however, was indifferent to all this, staring blankly at the strip of linen tied to his arm, the words of Batitas a few minutes ago echoing in his ears for a long time.
- If you win, it will help you find your wife.
There is nothing more inspiring than this sentence, and the heart that has been hanging high finally has a way forward.
The Shadow of Death? Slaughter a thousand people without being defeated? So what!!
Just want to, kill him!! In front of these tens of thousands of spectators, kill them with your own hands! Behead him in exchange for my wife's safety.
Spartacus, there has never been a time when it is more determined, surging power flowing in the body, and the high fighting spirit makes the arms tremble slightly.
"For your wife?" Kress didn't look back, the giant shield leaned on the ground, and asked calmly.
"Yes."
"You will never be able to identify with someone like you, this is the arena, the most glorious place in the world, the crucible that tempers the soul of a man, and you are only fighting for a woman." Kress put on his helmet, raised his shield, and said disdainfully, "I hope you can keep up with me." β
Amid the endless cheers of the crowd, Kress entered the venue.
Dust, gravel, scorching sun, wind, bloodthirsty spectators, and elusive fate.
The arena of ancient Rome, the most extreme barbarism, the most brutal killing, the most unattainable glory.
Here, every champion enjoys an absolute honor that even a king can hardly reach, the absolute frenzy of the spectators, the kind of cheer that seems to tear the soul apart.
As long as it's a real hot-blooded man, just listen to it once, and you'll be as drunk as a poison.
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"Today, they will join forces against a man who has never been defeated, a beast that has never been tamed, an undefeated legend! Thank you Solorion for allowing us to ...... Shadow of Death, Theox! β
The crowd was quiet, whispering, but it set off the quietness of the arena even more.
The iron gate, "Gala Gala" opened, and in the shadow of the scorching sun, a figure slowly walked out.
Dark clouds, gathered in all directions, obscured the entire sky as the figures advanced.
The wind began to sweep in, bringing coolness at the end of the sea.
Burly, almost three meters tall, dead white skin, as if soaked in water for days and nights, countless flesh-red scars, horizontal on the skin, as you walk, constantly twisting and wriggling, like a demon's cracked mouth.
The shadow of death, standing still in the middle of the field, looked up, a pair of reddish-brown eyes, which made people can't help but tremble in fear, after going around for a while, froze on Kress and Spartacus.
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A roar, not at all human, came from its mouth, like a thunderclap, and made the eardrums of all the spectators hurt.
However, the pain irritated them.
The arena is boiling.
The crowd shouted in response, cheering for the appearance of the shadow of death, for the endless rain of blood to come.
"Let's go!" In the main stand, the consul gave an order.
Seox, the shadow of death, launched a tank-like dash in an instant, holding two giant swords in his hands, which ordinary people could barely lift with four people, but he held one in one hand and swung it like a toothpick.
The moment the three collided, there was a lot of dust.
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"Lian, do you think Spartacus will win like in the original book?" Tsuneko asked as she watched.
"As long as the eagle doesn't do anything, it should be fine."
"Hands and feet?"
"Strengthen the Shadow of Death, something like that."
"What if it happens?"
"It doesn't matter, my ability, even here, can interfere with them, but there is a danger of exposure, Spartacus can win by himself, naturally it is best." From where Li Lian was standing to the center of the arena, it was only about 100 meters, which happened to be his extreme attack distance.
Tsuiko nodded, then chuckled and said, "Speaking of which, I haven't really fought in a long time, and the new exchange ability hasn't been used yet." β
"Yes, that eagle, very strong. If the strength of their team is 10, Eagle alone should account for about 7. β
"By the way, I'll tell you a secret."
Li Lian was stunned for a moment and asked, "What?" β
"That eagle is a woman."
Li Lian couldn't help but be curious, "How do you know?" β
"This is, the secret between women~" Tsuneko smiled mysteriously.
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1. Female ......
2, n times the shadow of death was beaten into the wings of death, and the spectacular scene of three hundred Spartans besieging the Wingwings appeared in his mind...... Isn't it bad?