Roger chose a room at random and took a closer look at the rules of the Death Tower, and there were some highlights besides the rules of zero commentary.

The Tower of Death is a place where private fights are allowed, and people die here every day, and the reason why the Holy See does not interfere with the Death Arena and accepts prisoners from all over the world is precisely because of its rules. The prisoners who came here had nowhere to go except the Fighting Tower, and this was not a paradise.

The outcome of the battle in the Fighting Tower is very important, because once defeated, there are only two outcomes, one, death, and two, becoming someone else's slave, and neither of these two outcomes is acceptable to ordinary people.

The rules of the Douji Tower can be said to be the most flexible in the entire continent, in addition to one-on-one matches, there are also two-player matches and multi-player competition systems, and if the conditions are right, it can even be many-to-one, of course, everything comes at a price.

"Knock knock", there was a knock on the door, and along with the knock there was a delicate gentleman.

"Sir, do you need special services? you only need a silver coin to enjoy a warm, soft, moist body."

This is a place where death is shrouded, people value money but they are not stingy with it, they are all people who have fun in time, no one wants to bring money into a coffin, and the more a place full of death, the more people need to release stress, and the best way for strong and fierce men to release stress is women. So it's a man's hell, but it's a prostitute's paradise.

Roger opens the door with a black box on his back, and outside the door is a sexy girl wearing a dress that exposes her thighs and half of her breasts, and she poses seductively with a red wine glass in her hand.

"Beautiful young lady, thank you for your hospitality, I will look for you if I need your services", Roger gave her a silver coin and walked upstairs.

At this time, it was already twelve o'clock, and the bell in the Death Fighting Skill Tower rang, the standard four sounds, these four bells were exceptionally loud.

It is the death knell of death and a call to glory and privilege.

There were already shouts coming from the second floor, and although the sound insulation of the Fighting Tower was very good, it couldn't help the frenzy of the people.

"Kill him, kill him, Lintes, Lord, kill him",

"Obarre, take out yours and use it, on",

"Kill kill kill kill hahaha",

The cry on the second floor was deafening, and when Roger walked up, he saw more than a hundred people shouting loudly outside the guardrail of the arena, and inside the arena was a cruel picture, two strong men with upper bodies were covered in blood and fighting together, one of his arms had been broken, pitifully drooping, and the other was no better, his ear was bitten off a large piece, and he was dripping with blood. But both of them are not afraid to fight to the death like two madmen, because no one can afford to lose.

They fought like two beasts, lacking the skill Roger wanted to see, and he didn't stop and went straight upstairs, where the corpse was already being carried down.

Speaking of the profession of corpse bearer, it is also unique to the Death Fighting Tower, the people of this type of profession are usually tall, well-built, they are silent, their eyes are ruthless, and their expressions are wooden, here all they have to do is to mechanically carry the dead people on the arena and carry them to the first layer to dispose of them.

The Death Fighting Tower has its own method of disposing of corpses, and it is definitely not a simple burial or burning, there are too many places for them to use corpses; The more you go up, the more corpses come down, these are people who have just died in battle, and many of them have died extremely miserably.

Roger walked up to the tenth floor with a heart of water, the layout here is no different from other floors, except that there is a stepped stand outside the arena, and an amazing bloody battle is being staged in the arena, the two people who are fat and thin are fighting extremely fiercely, and the people outside the arena are shouting loudly.

Ten chairs are placed in the stepped stands, and the people on the chairs can watch the games in the arena in a half-reclining manner, and from time to time, sexy girls and handsome waitresses will bring them ice water, drinks, fruits, etc. This is a service that is not available on floors 1 to 9, and unexpectedly Alice is also lying on a chair.

A waitress stood respectfully beside her and helped her hold the number plate, which was number 11, and according to the rules here her opponent would be the person with the number 12 number, or the winner in the arena at this time. Roger looked around but didn't see the number plate of the twelfth, and not everyone showed the number plate in advance.

"Alice", Roger walked to the foot of the stepped stands, which are not accessible to anyone, only those who have won fifty games are eligible to go up and enjoy the first-class service.

Seeing Roger Alice put down the apple in her hand and got up and walked down the stands, the waiter next to her bowed respectfully.

"Do you know what kind of place this is?", Alice said, she looked at Roger's eyes and finally had a trace of emotion, no longer so cold, Roger knew that only now he and Alice really belonged to the same world, no longer the naïve students of the Crape Myrtle Academy.

Roger smiled and said, "It's better here than I imagined",

With a smile in her eyes, Alice turned to look at the arena.

"Just watch my game and do what you want to do," she says.

Roger nodded, at this time the arena game was nearing the end, the thin man had obviously lost his strength and fell to the ground, he struggled to get up but did not have any strength, he raised a hand to admit defeat.

Facing the vicious fat man, he sneered, mercilessly stepped forward and squatted down and twisted his neck, this is not over, he turned his palm and twisted his head directly, laughed and threw it up, "Bang", the head with wide eyes fell to the ground and rolled under the stands.

"Fat Dragon, Fat Dragon, Fat Dragon",

"Well done, fat dragon",

The cheers and shouts suddenly intertwined, forming layers of sound waves that lingered in the ears, and the people watching the game shouted as if they were crazy.

The referee in the corner walked to the middle and said loudly: "The first game Fat Dragon won, he has won forty-eight victories, wow",

A whoow raised the enthusiasm of the spectators to the highest point, and the cheers overshadowed everything.

The referee continued to say loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is only the first game of the day, the excitement is still to come, believe my honesty, the next game will definitely make you excited, because it is the eleventh - the cold Miss Alice who is about to take to the arena",

Hearing the name is like boiling hot oil, and the shouts are even louder.

"Alice",

"Is that Alice who has won fifty-two games?"

"Hahaha, she has a lot of taste than the prostitutes here, and everyone here wants to beat her, looking at her in bed",

The referee watched their reaction with satisfaction and laughed loudly: "And Miss Alice's opponent is Mr. Fat Dragon, who has just won",

"Hooray, hooray",

"Oh my God, what a thrilling game, I can't wait",

"Come on, hahahaha",

The atmosphere of the game was thoroughly pushed up**.