He picked up the wooden handle and smashed the Rogokan's wrist, and before Zar could retreat, the whizzing weapon fell down and smashed into the top of his head!

Dodging sideways, a cold light almost brushed the tip of his nose, and the wooden handle thrown beside him immediately jerked diagonally downward, and the opponent's kneecap shattered in a crisp sound. Before he could scream, Zal's dagger grazed his neck, bringing up a puff of blood.

The shouts of killing and the roar of weapons struck again, swinging the wooden handle and smashing the attack, the flashing black light "Annihilation" cut a hideous bloody wound on the opponent's chest, and the backhand was lifted, the wooden handle was pumped on the opponent's jaw from the bottom up, and the shattered teeth mixed with blood rose from the gladiator's cheek that was thrown backwards into the sky.

With a foot on his waist, Zar kicked it out, stopping the attacks of several gladiators. And the attack from the right side could not be dodged anyway. The cold light flashed, blood flowed everywhere, and Zal's right arm was ripped open with a deep bloody hole. With a backhand stab, the dagger plunged into the opponent's shoulder, slammed backwards, and the wooden handle that smashed down slammed into the opponent's neck, and pulled it down again without pause, and the terrifying sound of bone cracking came from his twisted neck, and he fell straight down.

The rhythm of the siege suddenly stopped, and just when Zar was a little surprised, a puff of sand came to him. Subconsciously raised his hand to block, and the dust that suddenly exploded covered his vision, and then, the double ball flail smashed through the smoke and dust, and slammed it on Zhal's left chest!

"Bang ——!"

Fragments of shattered scales and blood splattered in the dust, and a mouthful of blood erupted from his mouth, and Zar gritted his teeth and pumped in the direction of the attack. The sound of the hammer bone with the wooden handle came out of the blurred vision with a scream, and the fierce action rolled away the smoke and dust, only to see a gladiator holding on to the injured arm, screaming and retreating.

But his figure suddenly stopped. Something seemed to stand in his way. The next moment, the gladiator behind him kicked him on the back and kicked him back towards Zal. "Do us a favor, work!"

Vicious words rang out in the middle of the room, and the gladiator pounced heavily on Zhal's body, and the huge momentum carried the already crumbling Zal to the ground. There was a thud of dust. Almost instinctively, Zal was pressed down against the wooden handle, and with all his strength, he held the opponent's body high.

Sure enough, with a thud, the blood-stained blade passed through the gladiator's body, and the general stopped in front of Zal's chest, if it wasn't for his quick reaction, then he would have been crucified below!

The shouts and shouts of killing from around him made him not dare to pause in the slightest, and forcefully lifted the corpse aside. Zar kicked his hands and feet on the ground and ducked backwards, a series of thudding thuds crashing into the place where he had fallen, and several weapons smashed several scratches of varying shades into the rammed loess ground.

Taking advantage of the gap before the next wave of attacks, Zar rolled backwards and rolled to his feet, but the gladiator who tried to trap himself with his companion was too fast to roar after him. The longsword that was slashed diagonally was slammed open by the wooden handle, and the "destruction" that slashed out horizontally with his backhand sliced his flank. The wooden handle that had swung to the side swept back again, and a muffled snap slapped into his face. Thick blood and minced flesh spurted an arc next to the face that was thrown to the side, and it fell.

At this moment, a deadly sense of crisis came from behind Zal, and after all, someone quietly went around to the back! Turning around suddenly, the wooden handle in his hand swept backhand at the same time, and the piercing pain and the shock of the wooden handle sweeping the enemy came almost at the same time. A long, narrow wound hung diagonally on Zal's back, blood pouring out, and the gladiator who had launched the sneak attack knocked his helmet off under the blow of the wooden handle, and the flesh on his forehead was blurred.

The momentum of the turn did not stop, and Zal's dagger quickly followed. With a pop, the blade entered the body, and the "destruction" was cut diagonally from the opponent's neck, trampling open the muscles of the chest, and in a pool of spreading blood, a weak figure was slashed out.

The attacks from the front seemed endless, but just when all the gladiators who were chasing him thought that Zal would take the opportunity to retreat, he quickly turned around and met the crowd. The gladiator who rushed to the front suddenly slammed into his abdomen, or rather, he himself hit the blade of the dagger. Pull out and stab, pull out and stab again...... A few knives in a row brought out a column of blood pouring out.

Pushing the limp body backwards, the gladiator knocked down several "companions" in a row, then fell to the ground and did not move. The gap that appeared in an instant was filled again with the severed weapon, but Zar was no longer able to dodge, he only slightly held his chest, avoided the vital point of death, and allowed a long knife to cut a bloody hole in his thigh. The wooden handle was swept almost mechanically, and the sound of broken nasal bones and splattered blood was the only thing he remembered about his attack. The gladiator's cheeks seemed to be sunken, and the flesh was a blur of flesh and blood, and he fell.

Shaking to support his body, a roaring gladiator raised his two-handed sword and rushed to the front of Zhar. The wooden handle on the ground made a shallow cut, and with a snap, it slammed into his calf bone, and the instantly deformed limbs and heart-rending screams caused the gladiator to fall in agony in front of Zhar.

Holding the wooden handle against his back, as if burning all his strength, Zar listened to the wail from under his feet, and stabbed it hard! The sharp tip of the wooden handle was nailed into the opponent's chest, and red blood poured out of the gladiator's mouth and chest, and he climbed on the exposed wooden handle, convulsed, and finally suddenly let go of his body, and died.

Zar held on to the wooden handle nailed to the corpse, hanging his head, as if he didn't even have the strength to lift his head. His back hurt, his heart hurt, and wounds of all sizes covered his body, staining the shattered scales into a red patch. Red, on the face, on the hands, on the body...... Everywhere there was blood, mixed with dirt, like a meandering river, hanging on his pale, seemingly bloodless skin.

He stood there, as if waiting for the next attack, shaking, as if he could no longer hold his body. Strangely, the shouts of killing had stopped, and the once deafening cheers. I don't know when it started, and it disappeared......

The audience on the sidelines seemed to be speechless at this moment, and stood there with stiff expressions, in groups, one by one, with no blood on their faces. They stared intently at the field where it seemed that it should have fallen a long time ago. But the figure still standing, as well as the dark red sand field beside him, and the corpses like purgatory on earth.

Looking at the bloody Zar, the four surviving gladiators kept swallowing their saliva, their faces covered with cold sweat. And on the periphery of the battle circle, near the rest area, two gladiators who did not participate in the strangulation had already thrown out the "participation nameplate", trembling all over, and gave up the game.

"He couldn't stand anymore. Kill him, and we'll kill him together!" said one of the gladiators, squeezing a sentence from between his teeth, to his "companion."

"No, no...... I can't fight anymore, he ......," a voice continued.

"Shut up!" interrupted the other two men together, "to the point where you thought you could abstain." Either he dies or we die. Got it!"

The conversation between the four of them was quickly muffled in their throats, and under the gaze of the audience, Zhal, who had never moved, slowly raised his head and cast a slightly distracted gaze into the canopy above him. Little by little, the snaking blood slid down the sides of his cheeks, and he seemed to be looking for something else, as if he was whispering something.

In a trance. Specks of light fluttered from the void, like falling snowflakes, slowly gathering together, in front of him, on the battlefield full of corpses. A blurred figure is outlined with soft light.

Zarv's eyes widened as he looked at the figure, and a warm liquid filled his eyes, and he refused to fall. "Father, I'm so tired......" He saw his father, King Aiden, standing in front of him, smiling warmly at him as he always remembered.

"I'm so tired......"

At this moment, the silence in the gladiatorial arena was broken again by a sudden burst of shouts of killing. In Zal's eyes, a gladiator with a hideous face smashed the figure that emitted a soft light, and the light flew and swirled, as if it had never appeared, shattering and fading.

"Father!" In an instant, countless memories buried deep in his heart smashed into Zal's mind like a beast breaking through its cage with shattered images. Red, so intense that it seems to be impossible to dissolve, flows down those images, drowning out the faces that were once so familiar.

Uncle Cyrian, Beorn, Mirza, Aunt Eudora...... They, all dead, all dead...... Eventually, the shattered images scattered like sharp glass, stabbing into Zal's heart. A voice that seemed to come from the depths of the soul rang in my head.

"Kill, kill! kill...... Kill them all! Think of your relatives, think of your friends, think of the babies who took their lives! Kill ...... Kill them all, kill them all, die, all those who stand in your way, die...... Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, ......kill,

The voice kept repeating, sometimes like a whisper, sometimes like a roar, sometimes like a wail, entangled, whimpering, endless...... Suddenly, a stabbing pain in his chest brought the voice to an abrupt halt, and when he looked down, blood splattered from the wound cut by the sword, stabbing into Zal's eye along with the gladiator's distorted and dirty face.

The next moment, the circle of light in the pupils was shattered, and the scarlet spread like exploding smoke, completely drowning everything that was originally gray and blue!

The slowly falling body was suddenly supported by the soles of the feet that were kicked behind it, and Zal's gaze raised again was only terrifying and ferocious!

"Dead ——!!!"

As if frightened, the gladiator choked in astonishment, and was greeted by the wooden handle that had been torn off in the roar, and the whole smashed head!

In the rain of blood, the dagger slashed down, and another gladiator slashed a skyrocketing mist of blood on Zal's shoulder, and the dagger had been nailed into his heart. Pulled out violently, with a touch of blood, the third gladiator who rushed up didn't wait for an attack before he was kicked in the chest by Zal and kicked out!

At this moment, a sturdy figure roared and pounced, as if something had pierced his body, and the sharp pain in his abdomen seemed to drain all the strength of Zal's body. Just as the audience screamed, the two of them fell to the ground together!

Everyone on the sidelines stood up, and their eyes were fixed on the two figures. Gavila, Cadius, Adjani, Leila, Casavallon, Haider...... Everyone watched. Unable to utter a word, even Sacreo and Ambrus of the "Crown Bucks" stood up.

The gladiator who had been kicked out trembled and got up from the ground, steel sword in both hands, his eyes trembling, full of fear that had brought him to the brink of collapse.

At the moment when everyone's nerves were about to be completely severed by this strange atmosphere. The two figures that fell together moved, and the gladiator who was pressing on it collapsed and was lifted to the side. On his face that suddenly turned over, a pair of dull eyes widened, and a dagger stuck in his throat was inserted, dead!

Suddenly, the only gladiator not far away trembled violently, and tried to retreat, but he stumbled stiffly and fell to the ground. And in the midst of the corpses. A suddenly raised head with a dripping stream of blood stared at his eyes!

"No, no......" In the gladiator's repeated syllables, Zal stretched out his palm, grabbed a blood-red ground that had already been soaked in blood, and crawled forward, little by little! His eyes didn't blink, like a demon crawling out of a sea of blood!

"Don't come! don't!" the gladiator kicked his limbs frantically. He tried to flee backwards, but Zal had already stood up, dragging a long trail of blood towards him.

"No, no, no......" The gladiator cried with tears on his face, and Zar bent down to pick up his steel sword. Grabbing his hair, he listened to his wails with a blank face. "Please, don't kill me, don't kill ......"

"——!"

The grinding sound of the blades swept across the skin of all the spectators on the sidelines, and many shook violently. The steel sword slashed into the gladiator's neck. The wail was choked off, and thick plasma spurted out. Swinging his hand, he drew his steel sword and slashed it again!

The audience was dead silent and silent. Zal turned around and looked at the audience not far from him, thousands of spectators, and spoke hoarsely. “...... Are you satisfied?" he suddenly took the head in his hand, stretched it out in front of him, stretched it out into everyone's sight, and almost roared: "I ask, are you satisfied——!!!" With a bang, the audience in front of Zal shrank back like weeds pressed by the wind, not daring to answer, and not knowing how to answer.

Zar staggered a few steps back, laughed miserably, and walked to the viewing platform. But before he could get closer, he suddenly stopped, flicked his arm, and threw the head out! With a splash of blood, the severed head rolled in the air, flew up to the viewing platform, fell on the floor with a thud, bounced twice, and finally landed in front of Barberto.

"Are you satisfied?!"

Zal looked at the figure wearing the crown and sitting upright on the chair, and asked in a low voice. Then he shook his head and spat a mouthful of blood to the ground, turned around and walked in the direction of the rest area.

The consul of the "conviction Yuntai" moved. His hands on the armrests tensed, and he leaned forward, and very slowly, he rose from his chair. He didn't even look at the head as he stepped on the blood spreading from the tiles, stepped over and stood on the edge of the viewing platform, staring at Zal's back.

With a bang, the wooden gate of the rest area suddenly popped up. In the distance, dozens of black blade guards armed with spears ran out from inside, with neat steps. Just as he suddenly stood still in the direction of Zal's advance, a spearhead with a flickering cold light was violently pressed, and in the gap of the phalanx, with a bang, it stabbed out.

And Zal's steps did not stop, still walking forward, difficult, but determined, closer and closer to the edge of death......

At this moment, an abrupt sound appeared in the dead silence of the gladiatorial arena.

"Pap, pap, papa, pap......" is crisp and slow, but it is enough to attract everyone's attention. On the viewing platform, the archon standing on the edge, Barberto, smiled and applauded.

The next moment, just as Zal was about to hit the tip of the spear, dozens of spears suddenly raised, and the entire phalanx of the guards retreated to both sides with a bang, giving way to a passage like a sword mountain!

In an instant, behind him, a stormy cheer sounded, and everyone, roaring his name, rolled up the petals and colored paper falling from the sky, as if the thunder was ——! exploding between heaven and earth. )