"In the name of the goddess of ice and snow!"

"Judge the sins of the ugly body, purify your filthy soul, and grant you salvation from eternal darkness!"

In the courtyard of the small castle in Eton's territory, a gray-haired old man in a pure white sacrificial robe, holding a sterling silver statue of the goddess of ice and snow, made a death judgment on old Henry, who also had a white beard.

Old Henry was surrounded by a group of Ice Goddess cathar warriors, their snow-colored sleeves sewn with blood-colored stripes to represent the conquest of judgment.

Old Henry lay on the ground like an old dog.

There are also round Kafka and strong Sien, but both of them are already in different places.

There were no tears in old Henry's cloudy eyes, no fear in his ravine-filled face, but he turned his head to look south, muttering to himself in his mouth hidden under his disorganized beard.

"Chris, the hope of the Eaton family, you have lived up to our hopes....."

"Why didn't you become a strong man and return to ....."

"You didn't protect our family....."

An Ice Goddess warrior stepped forward, his iron sword swinging down.

In an instant, the blood flowers bloomed with the bewitching beauty of the cold floor, and the condemnation of disappointment was silenced.

"No !!"

A shrill cry tore through the silence of the night.

Sweating profusely, Chris sat up from his bed, his frightened and helpless eyes searching the room blankly, and in the faint light of the fireplace, he realized that it was still Sin City.

It turned out to be a dream.

Thankfully, it was just a dream.

He gasped for breath and took the time to answer the slave who knocked on the door.

The only window in the room was opened, and the outside world slept in the middle of the night, and the jagged flowers and trees stretched out in the night, like the ghosts and monsters that parents used to scare their children.

Chris's face was frosty, and his eyes were deep as the cool wind caressed his bare chest full of scars.

Kurt, who sold him in an iron cage, was killed by him in the Colosseum this afternoon.

The reason why it dragged on for so long was that the director of the gladiatorial arena felt that Kurt was no match for Chris, and the audience would not spend too much gold for a strong duel.

Therefore, he sharpened his gun for Kurt for half a month.

As for why it was tortured and killed~~

It is also to delight the senses of the audience and make them willingly pull out the gold coins.

Before the duel began, Lapsey made it clear to Chris that if he killed Kurt in only a quarter of an hour and didn't torture Kurt to the satisfaction of the audience, then his next gladiatorial opponent would be a half-step powerhouse, Vic, the owner of the gladiatorial arena.

Denise will not interfere with this.

Because there are rules for gladiatorial battles between enemies in Sin City.

So, Chris behaved like a Vic man today.

He first knocked off Kurt's limbs one by one with the back of his knife, and then, under the frenzied command of the audience, cut off Kurt's fingers and toes one by one, and then disemboweled, beheaded, and shouted in the midst of his chattering curses.

The killing satisfied the audience and also made Lapsey earn a lot of gold.

But it didn't make Chris feel the joy of revenge.

Bloodlust and cruelty that he had never done before tossed his mind, and even spread to his dreams.

I'm Eaton's hope, and I'm going home alive.

He silently muttered his insistence on his beliefs and closed the window casually.

In the late autumn in the south, the night is also cool, although it is not as good as the Alps, but it can also erase the warm and beautiful qualities such as kindness and compassion.

In the following half month, Chris participated in three more gladiatorial fights.

The opponents are a dwarven warrior, a mutated two-headed land lizard, and a snake man. All three possess the peak strength of a warrior, which means that the battle will not be easy, but in the end, he still takes their lives and allows himself to survive.

But it also came at a cost.

He was swept by the body of the snake man's giant python and vomited a lot of blood; The dwarven swords and axes had also added a lot of new scars to him, and even his calves had been bitten open by land lizards.

But it's all worth it.

With his defeat of the strong, he won the favor of Denise Vidocq, and became one of the three gladiators she prepared for the Blood Sacrifice Festival.

What's even more gratifying is that he has finally become the pinnacle of warriors.

Walking on the edge of life and death is indeed the shortcut to stimulate potential.

The weather is nice today.

Almost all the flowers planted in the Lapsey Garden are in bloom, filling the entire space with a faint fragrance, and the time becomes quiet and peaceful under the warm sun.

However, there were a few people in the garden pavilion, and the atmosphere was not so quiet.

A man who was not yet thirty years old, a long sword straddled across his waist, and his golden hair draped casually behind his head. He was holding a very young dancer in his arms, and this guy didn't care that there were other people next to him.

The other was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with chestnut hair, a scruffy beard, and a face as cold as the middle-aged man who followed Archbishop Raphael.

He was closing his eyes, and even the expression of the garden stone carvings was much more vivid than his.

These two men were also Denise's chosen gladiators.

The three of them will fight for Denise's ambitions and are also waiting for Denise's arrival.

The only woman, Vidocq, attached great importance to the Blood Sacrifice Ceremony, so she planned to personally instruct the three of them to cooperate in the tacit understanding of the battle during these ten days.

The wait is always long.

It was so long that the blonde swordsman and the dancer went into the flowers to fight, and then came back and fell asleep on the table, and Denise had not yet arrived.

Chris also leaned on the pavilion post and closed his eyes, silently calculating the strength of his future partner.

Long ago, Theon had taught him that those who behave in a special way must be extraordinary.

For example, the quick blonde hair, Chris noticed that his fingers were clean and slender, and there were several cracked and healing scars on the tiger's mouth, indicating that this guy often fought against people and beasts stronger than himself, and lived very well to this day.

And like a stone sculpture of facial paralysis, Chris could barely hear his breathing.

It's so close, but when you close your eyes, you can't feel his presence at all.

If nothing else, he is a Nightcrawler, an assassin who is very good at sneaking up or assassinating from the dark.

As the sun sets, Denise finally arrives.

She was accompanied by a young Vic woman, who was supposed to be her daughter by her appearance.

"My lowly ants!"

Her voice was manic, and her posture was also high, "Your strength had better satisfy me, otherwise I'd rather feed you to the beasts now than let you embarrass me at the Blood Sacrifice Festival!" ”

Her daughter was noticeably different, with a smile on her face, "Three Terran males, I believe you already know what you are going to do. In order to better cooperate with each other, let's report our names. ”

"Chris, northerner."

Chris, who spoke first, has not yet given up his straightforward personality.

"Vincent."

The chestnut-haired guy spoke very little, and his voice was as cold as a human.

And the golden-haired man, with a cynical smile on his face, "Andrei, a bounty hunter from the Plains of Middle-earth, fights for gold coins. ”