Twelve contestants arrived at the city for the competition, and the lights of the eye of the sky made the dead city as bright as day, and there was nowhere to hide in the darkness, as if holding a flashlight to shine on the face of a dead man. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The host's voice in the sky appeared again: "Everyone, there is less than a minute left, the competition is about to start, let's see with our own eyes together, who justice will belong to, now let's count down together!"

The atmosphere was high, and the audience counted down together on the big screen in the square, in the arena theater in the city, and in front of the giant screening screen established by the church.

“10”

“9”

“8”

“7”

“6”

“5......”

"Wait, what's that?" the host's voice asked in surprise.

Spectators turned their heads around, competitors in all corners of the city were looking around, and spectators outside the arena were waiting for the screen to switch, eager to know what was going on.

At the setting of the sun in the west, there was a small flame that was approaching the playing field, it was a fiery horse surrounded by flames, which came by the wind, and it did not gallop on the ground, but galloped through the air, like a lit rocket!

The horse galloped through the air to the open space in the center of the arena, and the moment it touched the ground, the body of the flame seemed to gradually melt into the ground, leaving a little ash on the man who walked out of the flames, and the man slowly flicked the ashes on his body a few times.

The light of the eye of the sky was all focused on the man's body, and the competitor looked up at the big screen in the sky, and most of the world's eyes were attracted by him, and there was a lot of discussion in the audience.

The man was tall and well-proportioned, with a delicate inky blue coffin on his back, silver ornamentation, solid gold trimming, gems set at every turn, a bright red pattern on the lid, and a graceful woman sitting on the moon, her supple waist stretched out with skeleton-like wings. The man carrying the coffin had dark hair curled up to his shoulders, a handsome face like Michelangelo's carving, a slight stubble on his chin, a pair of copper-colored disc glasses, and a smile that showed half of his tiger teeth. He was wearing a black and silver-trimmed Gothic trench coat, under which two black and red handles were faintly visible, and from the size of the handles, it was clear that those two guns were not human weapons in the first place, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were cannons.

From behind him came a little girl, a head shorter than him, but tall and tall, with a lovely face, big and bright eyes, not caring at all about the atmosphere around her, with long silver curls of hair dragging down to her ankles, wearing a little gothic skirt with a standing collar, and a group of tails buttoned inward. From a distance, the girl looked like a silver curled silk thread wrapping around her body.

Their images appeared on the big screen, and everyone was amazed.

"Who is he, and what is he going to do?"

"Why is there a girl? Is her hair color human?"

"Is he going to interfere with the competition?......"

"He, he's a hellhound! Why is he here?" the host reported in surprise, although many of the competitors are villains and criminals, as long as they are protected by the state or a certain force, they can become "competitors" and exist legally, unless the asylum gives up letting him work for himself.

It is easy to understand that there is no army that does not kill, and that everyone who fights has a legitimate reason. The relationship between the knife wielder and the butcher's knife is just that.

"Hellhound?" everyone discussed with the people around them, why did he come here, wasn't his employer killed by him before, and was there still a force that would protect him?

At this time, a flying machine hovered above his head and jumped down more than a dozen "peacemakers". They were all silvery, with strong physiques, no faces, and their bodies radiated a divine luster! They were warriors, law enforcers, and executioners of justice created by the Church through magical technology! They ordered the strange man to leave, and the man smiled. The other competitors gathered and watched how things unfolded.

The strange man said in a lazy tone, "I'm here to participate in the competition!" Then he took out the large pistol in his trench coat and pointed it at a person standing 30 meters away, it was a competitor from the country of Arconas, "Stone Breaker" Doma! Before the man could react, the man had already pulled the trigger, and the sound of gunfire like a cannonball resounded through the quiet city.

"Is he crazy? he actually attacked the 'Stone Breaker' with a weapon, his skin was harder than a rock!

"Not necessarily, you see his snatch, it's not human arm strength that can be used with one hand! Another retorted.

The bullet had already hit the "stone breaker" Doma, and a large hole had been blasted open in the chest! He fell to the ground, his body began to twitch, and gradually transformed into a thin man, his loose clothes covering his body.

"This man is not Doma the Stone Breaker, he is a fortified soldier who has been given a Transfiguration potion! that's not a church ......" He immediately covered his mouth as he said this, as if he felt that he was about to say something wrong, so he stopped talking.

The strange man named "Hellhound" turned his gun and pointed at a "peacemaker" next to him, jokingly saying, "Isn't it very similar?" The peacemaker fell to the ground and his body began to convulse, turning into a thin man, exactly the same as the man he had just been.

The audience was stunned and didn't know what was going on, but the whole thing was still playing on the screen. While everyone was surprised, the hellhound said faintly: "This is the arena, it's either a competitor, it's a dead man!" Before the words fell, another large red pistol was already aimed at the "peacemaker" in front of him, and another shot was fired, and half of the opponent's head was missing! The man smiled and said, "Anyway, it's all rotten meat without thoughts! Let's all lie down!" With that, he moved, and the coffin erected behind his back moved with his body like a weightless pillow, and a series of explosions erupted in the center of the city! Some of them had their chests pierced, some of their necks and part of their chins were broken, some of them were broken in two from their waists, and their legs and arms flew everywhere.

The competitors who watched the play did not understand what was going on, but only saw a pile of broken and shriveled man's corpses on the ground. "What a belligerent fellow!" Can't you use your brain first?, the strange man muttered as he dodged the attack. The other guy used an invisible whip to tie up the do-gooder, signaling to calm down. It seems that they are the companions of Doma the "Stone Breaker".

"I'm not here to fight with you, but I'll have a chance in the future, hehe!" Immediately the flames under his crotch burst into flames, and the fiery horse jumped out of the ground, and the man pulled the silver-haired girl beside him and dragged her onto the horse, and the flames soared into the air, like a rocket galloping in the night sky, and more "peacemakers" came around, and the blaze was gone. Along with the departure, there were several girls in the stands, peach hearts in their eyes and a question, "Who is he?"