"Hey, this time you Yin Yin said that you just bought all the big guys, why did you lose the last game."

Asmontis glared at his boss and slapped him on the shoulder with a sneer.

She looked as if cheating was a matter of course, but the wrong news from the boss made her suffer a great grievance.

The owner of the underground casino was ordinary-looking, but he looked very young—a sincere face and clean eyes that made it impossible to imagine that this man ran all the gray area properties in the jurisdiction, including casinos and underground gladiatorial arenas.

After the introduction of the anti-corruption bill, although bribery on the dark side no longer exists, it is not within the scope of jurisdiction to "suggest" high-level bets on specific players like him.

These two people in front of me are regular visitors here.

The boss laughed heartily, leaned back in his chair quietly, and deliberately distanced himself from the woman in front of him.

"Just make up for you as much as you lose," the young boss of the Colosseum grinned and turned the ring in his hand, "after all, it's a loss caused by a miscalculation." ”

The man with the brim pressed very low sneered: "I don't use my brain to bet, and I'm embarrassed to cause trouble to the boss." ”

"You're too, why don't you buy it without telling me and win." The woman pointed to the display on the table, her fingers were slender, and no blood vessels and blemishes could be seen on her fair and delicate skin.

She had long nails and flesh-pink nail polish, and the color of her fingertips was like the red glow on a girl's face when she was shy.

The young boss pretended to casually look at the display of the biggest winner of the day, still with a kind smile on his face.

"Turn on the footage and see," Mammon noted the boss's inquiring look and lazily pointed to the hologram hanging in the middle of the room, "three minutes and eight seconds and seven minutes and thirty-six seconds." ”

The boss and the woman invariably looked at the enlarged screenshot in front of them in the video, which completely restored the scene.

Three minutes and eight seconds is the first shot to capture a close-up of No. 176's face.

The boss touched his chin: "Ha, you are still as meticulous as always." ”

"Do you already see something?" Asmantis' eyes widened deliberately, "That's amazing." ”

Asmontis knew that men liked to be good in front of women, especially beautiful women like her—so she was always in a habit of playing dumb, even if she probably guessed the basis for Mammon's bets.

Although most people still want to follow her way, the two men in front of her have known her for too long and don't buy her little tricks.

The boss touched his chin: "Thank you for the compliment." In front of the two of them, this point of observation is not enough to worry about. I didn't expect that the people of the Saad family would deign to come to us to participate in the gladiatorial fight. ”

No. 176's pair of emotionless eyes that show the whites of his eyes and hang himself slightly, and the handsome outline of his face are almost carved out of the same mold as a certain dignitary who is currently in the limelight.

"I'm not sure either," Mammon flipped back a few times, "until here." ”

The time point on the screen is exactly 7 minutes and 36 seconds.

Although Asmantis could see the strangeness of the previous point in time, he didn't see anything special about this picture.

"Footprints?"

The boss zoomed in on the corner floor.

"Hmm. The ground of your gladiatorial arena is relatively soft, so greater force will leave certain marks on the ground. ”

"At first, I just thought that this contestant looked a little bit like the one we all knew better, but there are so many good-looking people in the world, so I can't be completely sure that this guy will win."

"What really made me decide to bet on her was the footprints."

"Visually, who do you think is bigger, 85 or 176?"

Asmantis smiled: "If it were a normal person, they would think that No. 85 is bigger, right?" But when you ask, you're probably telling us that No. 176 actually left a deeper footprint than the former, isn't it? Although the pressure on the ground is relatively small because of its small size, the pressure may theoretically be larger, but it is not so much different from the depth of the footprints of the two people that is visible to the naked eye. ”

"Hmm. This can only be said of yin, the actual bone density of number 176, or more accurately, the density of her body as a whole is much greater than that of number 85, which has not been modified. ”

"And there is only one possibility that can cause this outcome."

Asmontis and the boss almost agreed in unison: "...... Transform people. ”

Two years ago, in the famous "accident", the second daughter of the Sade family got into the car instead of her brother, claiming to the outside world that the accident caused paralysis and was in a vegetative state.

So......

What percentage of this guy in front of you is a [complete] [original] Lilith Sade?

Recalling the previous assassination, the man couldn't help but think with some wicked amusement.

Ten minutes.

This is the amount of time it takes for Lilith to smear the toxin on the blade of the knife to kill the other party.

Due to the opponent's large size, she tries to choose the part close to his heart to attack to reduce the error, so the actual time will only be less, not more.

From the moment she entered the arena and saw her opponent, she quickly judged that it was almost impossible to win against the man in front of her with her physical condition. In fact, even if she wasn't injured, the huge disparity in strength caused by gender and size, as well as the gap in combat experience, was difficult for her non-combat modifications to compete.

Unlike her smug opponents, Lilith had no intention of winning this match from the start.

Her purpose has always been - "don't lose within ten minutes after stabbing the opponent".

The audience obviously didn't buy this kind of one-sided beating, little ornamental turtle tactic.

She doesn't care if people call her a coward and a trash...... There were so many insulting blow-up education that she had heard since she was a child, and she had long been used to it.

As Lilith dodged closer to the front seats, she could faintly hear the boos behind her, but her face was just silent.

She has been very small since she was a child, and she is also considered a short type among girls. But because she has long been accustomed to looking up at each other visually, she is rarely aware of most of the "tall" within the normal range. And the number 85 in front of her, even in her opinion, not only can the brain realize that this person is much taller than me, but also can distinguish that it is a "hill" of tall opponents.

Looking closer, No. 85 has several slightly whitish scars on his face, two eagle-like eyes in his eye sockets, and the bridge of his nose seems to have been broken many times, and it is not very neat.

The man is armed with a heavy sword and wields it vigorously.

The short, wounded opponent in front of him was a weak man who could be killed in a few rounds, but he didn't quite know why he was able to avoid most of his attacks every time he almost seriously injured the opponent.

Lilith is the only one left who is agile and above her opponents. Coldly watching as No. 85's blade slashed into the stone wall several times, she put away her previous weapon and pulled out the inner short sword from the backpack behind her.

This sword is different from the previous crescent-shaped weapons with a beautiful shape, and it also has a very modest "short sword" shape.

On one side of the sword is a normal blade, with a slightly thicker spine than the usual shortsword halberd, which is often cast in pursuit of sharpness, while on the other side of the sword, instead of the traditional blade, it is a jagged blade with a depression that resembles the shape of a plum blossom and glows coldly under the artificial lights of the venue.

Lilith held her right hand in her hand, lowering her center of gravity, her eyes fixed on No. 85, not daring to let go.

"The weapons she uses are quite novel," the young boss touched his chin and looked at the strange weapon in the second half of No. 176, "I've seen people use it before, but this is the first time I've seen it." ”

"It was used to break the opponent's weapons on the ancient battlefield," the man in the hat took a drink from his glass, "I didn't expect Caesar's sister to be a melee ......"

The scene in front of him reminded him of a documentary he had watched in which a lion hunted an African bison much larger than his own size.

It was only when he watched the replay that he was blind to Lilith's deliberate dodge of the meaning of distance. In addition to consuming the opponent's physical strength and psychologically increasing the frustration and rout of the powerful opponent, she deliberately designed the dodge path to maximize the opponent's activity.

The purpose of this is now clear.

From the beginning of the heavy blow to the opponent, after injecting the toxin close to the heart, she should have estimated that the opponent's size and endurance were beyond the range of ordinary people, so she deliberately led the opponent to chase her, accelerating the blood flow to shorten the venom attack time.

To be on the safe side, she also used a special weapon to break the opponent's heavy sword and pull out the opponent's minions.

Then he didn't give the other party a simple and quick death, but teased the other party like a cat playing with a mouse, deliberately making the other party think that he had hope to kill her, and then fell into the whirlpool of death step by step.

And she enjoyed the process of torturing her opponent very much.

Especially...... The process of abusing and killing the strong.

After seeing the blood, she was like a raging wildfire burning in her body, and the sparks almost burst out of her eyes. She didn't seem to feel the sharp pain of her wound splitting, nor did she feel the emotional and physical collapse of the other party.

Even after the other party was poisoned and fell, she continued her intensive offensive.

Blood splattered on her delicate face—a maniacal smile on it when you looked closer.

"What a demonic woman," Asmontis said as he turned to Mammon, "and if she hadn't planned to join her brother's formation, I could have recommended her to our lordship." ”

The boss clapped his hands with a smile: "Then it can be regarded as making up for the merits and fulfilling a good thing on your side, isn't it?" ”

Mammon smiled noncommittally, "This mysterious young lady of the Sade family seems to be a good fit for our team. ”

Hearing this, the boss beckoned to the waiter next to him and whispered a few words.

The waiter, dressed in ancient Roman costumes, bowed to several nobles and employers, bowed his head and walked out quickly, returning soon after to report, "No. 176 has left immediately after the game." ”

Mammon and Asmontis looked at each other - they had recently been killed by the boss in several important positions and needed to be hired, and they both cherished this seeded player.

"Don't worry, you two." The boss sent money to Asmantis' account that she "should have won", "I have seen many gladiators in Xia, some of whom are forced by life to come here to work hard. When they hurt their opponents, they have pain in their eyes and can feel their emotions. This kind of person comes once or twice, and when he earns enough money or gets the blue eyes of the smelting officer, he will leave in a hurry and will not appear again. ”

“…… The other is addicted to underground gladiatorial fights. You can tell from their eyes that this kind of person usually enjoys the process of gladiatorial fighting. So they will come back again and again. ”

"I think you can also see that the young lady of the Sade family that your company wants to recruit, if it is not expected, will appear again in a short time."

With the arrival of the equipment in Asmantis's hand, the boss raised his head with a smile.

Bonfires illuminate the red rock walls.

There are still many murals left by ancient humans on the rock wall, reflecting the figures stretched and magnified by the firelight.

Surrounding the bonfire are dozens of dancers wearing carved wooden masks, naked and with their hair scattered.

The silent old man was rough, and his bulging hands struck the leather drum surface, striking a rhythm that resounded through the world. The sound of the drum is low and heavy, and each stroke seems to be a cry that has been accumulated for thousands of years, and it is infinitely amplified in the deserted wilderness, and it bursts out with a strong shocking force.

The drums are sometimes sonorous, desolate and tragic, like the twilight of heroes, and sometimes like rainstorms from the sky, nourishing the common people.

Dancers hold hands and sing sacrificial songs in ancient languages that have long been lost.

In the wilderness, the clear voices and drums are intertwined and rise.

Nor is there anything to be ashamed of being naked in the middle of nowhere—wild beasts and stones do not dress, and the wind and the moon, the grass and the hills are naked.

Back to the basics to its original state, like a baby returning to its mother's amniotic fluid.

The knotted muscles, muscular bodies and powerful dancing of men and women give a strong visual impact to the men and women watching from the dunes - not just by the shock of the drums and the performances of the dancers, but by the scene before them, the raw, rampage of vitality that reverberates in the chest.

The cool white sand under the feet seems to connect the viewer and the dancer, and the soul extends out, rooted in the depths of the earth, all the roots are entangled, combined, and all end and merge in the tree of life.

The dancers are all extremely religious, stepping on the drum seriously.

It is a celebration of the inheritance of life—solemn, solemn, and without the slightest blasphemy.

The shadow of the dancer is infinitely magnified by the flickering firelight.

Looking at those distorted, still visible humanoid figures, K remembered the many legends he had seen before about the Titan Giant, the origin of the human race.

If...... The ancestors of mankind are truly as majestic as the Shadows.

Then the prayers of our ants may also reach the ears of the long-dead God with the song.

The red sand underfoot is not delicate, and the uneven thickness of the sand leaks out between the toes, and the wet and cool touch is the only real thing that you can see and feel.

The dark-skinned woman beside him had mysterious olive eyes, and in the moonlight he could only see the shadow cast by her long, thick eyelashes.

She wore an army-green tight-fitting tank top and mobility shorts, and her long hair was neatly braided and hung down to her chest. - The woman's current temperament is similar to the sexy stunner who surprised him when he first met a few days ago, wearing heavy makeup and wearing a red dress.

He was fascinated by the variability and mystery of the woman whose name he had not yet been told. It was all the surprises that this woman gave him that made him think it was just a dewy relationship, and the small adjustment during the vacation developed to the point that he agreed to her crazy proposal to drive to the desert late at night.

The woman turned her head to him and smiled, those charming eyes that made it impossible to refuse anything she could say, "Come on?" ”

K didn't realize what she was trying to say for a moment. I saw her untie her hair in a chic manner, reach out and take off all the clothes on her body, and stretch out a hand to him.

"Do you know them?" K hesitantly looked at the crowd below dancing around the campfire.

The woman smiled and shook her head, two deep dimples on her cheeks.

"That's crazy...... K shouted, taking off his shirt and throwing it on the sand dunes with the help of alcohol.

The woman took his hand and laughed as she pulled him down the dunes.

The two of them ran barefoot on the rough rocky ground, and the strange feeling of the stone and sand brushing against the soles of his feet reminded him that this was an absurd reality, not a drunken dream. The firelight reflected the woman's smiling face, and her lines, plump arms and legs were also plated with warm, golden-red holy light, like the old golden statue of God and Buddha.

The woman's long thick hair fluttered in the night breeze - he looked at her for a moment with a sense of distortion, and felt as if he had glimpsed the ancient gods through the woman, through thousands of years of time and wind and sand.

The dancers in the carved wooden masks didn't seem to care about their joining and the uncoordinated dancing of the two, but just reached out and took their hands and continued to march and dance around the campfire.

As he gripped the stranger's rough, dry, warm hand, he suddenly realized that he hadn't been so relaxed in a long, long time.

As one of the strongest Chimera soldiers, he is always someone else's commander and "idol"; In front of women, he will always be the popular young and promising man; In front of his parents, he was a son to be proud of and proud of; ……

These identities may all seem glamorous, but they also imply the correlation of interests and countless "seeking" and "giving".

And strangely, in front of this group of strangers, his identity is very simple and simple.

Person.

He danced naked with them around the bonfire, unloading all identities and responsibilities as his clothes faded, only to feel the warmth of human skin, without desire, and the strong heartbeat of life.

It's all so natural and spontaneous.