"With your strength, tomorrow you will start after seeing the signal I sent you, but tomorrow's movement will definitely be a little bigger, so you should do it quickly when the time comes; Old Fandro's [Lord of the Tombs] may be a bit of a problem, after all, he is located in a replica of the Bram Fort in Bucharest, which is the castle of the Piercing Prince, and is now one of the most famous vampire tourist attractions. ”

Xia Xiu looked at the golems patrolling back and forth in the ancient castle in front of him, as well as the various rare objects hanging on the walls of the narrow hall behind the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"It can't be said that the imitation here has nothing to do with it, it can only be said that it is exactly the same."

Looking at the golden eyes of the blonde young man who showed a little jealousy, Broly, who has been an otaku for more than 20 years, also looked curiously at the golems around the castle and the unconcealed bloody aura inside the castle.

These guys all add up, and it doesn't feel like it's enough for him to fight.

Broly turned his head to the blonde youth after looking at it, and his expression seemed to say: Are these guys strong?

As a good student who graduated after studying in the Deer Academy for one year, Xia Xiu began to explain to Broly on the spot:

"Imitation is the most important and fundamental skill in life; And in the transcendent realm, imitation is a huge science. ”

"The first of the three laws of thaumaturgy: like begets kind."

"This law sets the tone for imitation from the lower to the higher, and the imitation involves the second level of the [Aetheric Ocean], which is the transport layer between the nodes directly connected to the ARad field and the present world, which divides the various EVE particles into [logical blocks (logical information)], which can only be manipulated by the [Crowned (Apostles/Demigods)] with [information authority] and [mythic factor].

"And the first law shows the world a most simple path: if it is like, it is close, and if it is like, it is equal."

"The similarity of the occult categories is very dangerous: whether it is the Blood God or the Sarkic, the Starry Dreador or the Living God, they always leave a path that will always lead the believer closer to the various [information authority] of their manifestation, to their different forms of expression in the world.

And when their souls are similar to those of the superiors, they will be assimilated by the great [information authority] before they have time to perform the personal equivalence. ”

Xia Xiu stepped on the ground, and then said to Broly:

"The trouble with [the Lord of the Tomb] is that he can imitate some of the abilities of the Piercing Prince, and it is the kind that looks like a god, under this ancient castle used to be a mass grave used by aliens to discard the corpses of the same kind, and the name of the Piercing Prince's sword is so obvious, the ability of this sword is self-evident."

[The Lord of the Tomb], its core power is - Graveyard Control.

It can manipulate and control the power of the cemetery, evoking the undead and ghosts in the cemetery to make them fight for themselves or carry out orders; You can resurrect deceased creatures as undead minions, summon and control undead warriors in your graveyard, and increase your own combat power

Broly also looked at the ground under his feet, and asked in a calm voice:

"How many bodies are buried here."

"According to the death fluctuation formula of the necromantic thaumaturgist, the official calculation data is 24,164 people, and I looked at the academic class of the data estimator, who is a [high-ranking bachelor] who graduated from the international school of thaumaturgical research on the same level as the deer courtyard, so the data should be quite reliable."

More than 20,000, it's not that you can't do it, but it may be a little ·····

Broly was worried about whether he would be addicted by then, and the blonde youth seemed to see through his concerns, and reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be stressed, this is where it goes, there will be more exciting things in the future, and you don't even have to worry about things that are out of control."

Xia Xiu knows how to comfort people, and after listening to it, Broly really gave up the idea of restraining his murderous nature tomorrow.

"Two days ago I was sick, but Tours and I have done it all over again, and now all the formalities are ready, you are here and waiting for the signal; Remember to release [Beowulf's Oath] at the right time, if the other party gets caught in the oath, you will be able to relax a little later. ”

The blonde young man re-smeared Broly's [Presence Weakened] Mimusu and said a few words to the other party again.

Xia Xiu has not stopped strengthening the [Sense of Presence Weakened] for the past year, and after it becomes his own [Entry], he will program the Mimu Su every once in a while, and at the same time, he will let the [Presence Weakening] Mimu of different fragments of his body compete with each other - only the powerful Mimu fragment can remain in his body.

The [presence weakening] of the whiteboard in the past has now been iterated to version 5.0 in Xia Xiu's hands, and the next version is updated soon.

After completing the basic work, Xia Xiu continued to sneak out quietly.

Broly, who was left behind, continued to sit cross-legged on the ground, entering a [sitting state].

*******

101 Hotel.

"Well, everything that should be explained has been explained."

When Xia Xiu, who came back, took off his coat and put it on the sofa in the living room, a childish voice pretending to be old came from in front of him.

He looked up casually, and found that the old kid Tours was holding a copy of the "Foggy Times" in his hand, and when the other party asked, he also folded the newspaper in a similar way.

If you ignore Tours' childlike face and the wagging tail behind him, he does look very much like an old pedant.

"Well, Broly's explanation is done, all that's left is to wait for tomorrow's game."

The blonde young man replied simply, and then sat down next to Zhou Zhou, whose face was covered with white tape.

Rustle Rustle –

The curly-haired middle-aged melancholy uncle was struggling to write something, and the pen landed on the black notebook with a "rustling" sound, and when Xia Xiuluo sat down next to him, he stopped writing.

"Don't look at me, you go on."

Xia Xiu innocently blinked his golden eyes, not feeling guilty at all for beating each other with Tours two days ago.

“········”

It's a blessing to have teammates like you.

"Don't look at me like that, No, here are two tickets for the Colosseum's luxury private room, one for you and one for Tours."

Xia Xiu smiled and took out two tickets and handed them to Zhou Zhou and Tours.

He had already confirmed that Gangero and Nosferatu would not be involved in tomorrow's dragon boat fight, and these two were obviously here to be the runners, so the two will be watching Francis's match from the audience tomorrow.

The two tickets he had now were the closest double private rooms to the two of them.

Zhou took the ticket silently, and then kept silent, and after Tours took the ticket, he asked Xia Xiu:

"You said you were going to wait for you at the Colosseum to give you a signal, and the signal you said didn't tell us what it was."

"The Swift Dragon Boat 100 Duel is a huge tournament in the Colosseum, which generally follows the ancient system of awarding the winner of the contest a crown made of palm leaves, when the shielding position in the audience is briefly opened, and I will make a conspicuous signal at that time."

In gladiatorial competitions during the ancient Austantine Empire, the winner of each match was awarded a crown made of palm or olive leaves, although modern commercial gladiator competitions are only crowned in the event of a large tournament.

The blond young man smiled at Turce and continued:

"When the time comes, the hands-on signal will definitely be very conspicuous, and you will know that it is time to do it at a glance."

Looking at the bright smile on the handsome face of the blonde youth, Tours always felt that things were not so simple.

"Two, remember to prepare the Heart-piercing Arrow, and remember to quickly cut off the head of Nosferatu."

"Tomorrow is definitely going to be a great day."

The blonde youth said with a smile.

*********

Following.

Smoke-free city: The Colosseum.

The towering and magnificent interior of the Colosseum was already filled with spectators at this time.

In Terra, basically all of the Colosseum is a huge circular or oval structure, which is capable of accommodating thousands of spectators.

The auditorium is constructed of marble, stone or concrete, layered on top of each other to form a series of seats and steps.

And the next design is what the aristocracy liked to do the most - class division.

The seats in the auditorium are divided into different zones and classes to reflect social class and status.

The closest to the arena were the dedicated seats of past emperors, high-ranking officials, and nobles, which were usually located in the seats with the best view from the auditorium; Now, however, these seats were reserved for the new magnates, and emperors, high-ranking officials, and nobles were re-seated by different titles; These "newcomers" are now schemers, politicians, and private entrepreneurs······

The seats in these private rooms are lavishly decorated, with gem-encrusts, metal accents and ornate carvings.

On the upper level of the auditorium, there is a series of seating areas usually allocated to ordinary citizens and civilians.

These seats may be relatively simple, but still offer a good view.

The top level of the auditorium, probably an area for the poor and slaves, was usually wooden and less comfortable.

Interestingly, this distribution of the Colosseum actually coincides with a kind of pyramidal social structure.

The gladiatorial fight inside the Colosseum is even more ironic - it is the pastime of those who are few, and it is also the existence that those who envy and despise the majority; It is the norm of the structure of the Colosseum, and it is also the pathology of this structure; Its existence has gone against its original meaning, and it has been given a special concept.

At this time, the auditorium was already full of spectators.

The entire auditorium is oval-shaped, and the audience can clearly see the center of the arena; The interior design of the auditorium also includes passages, corridors, and entrances for easy access for spectators.

"Gladiatorial fighting—"

"Gladiatorial fighting—"

"Gladiatorial fighting—"

The atmosphere in the auditorium was filled with cheers, cheers and roars, and the audience was keen to watch the gladiators fight and the beasts perform.

These seats bear witness to the pomp and frenzy of the Colosseum, and are a place for spectators to enjoy entertainment, display status, and participate in social activities.

The Colosseum Auditorium is a place where people from all walks of life come together in pursuit of entertainment, excitement and social interaction.

【Private Room No. 01】

"These mud legs are still babbling as before, and even if they don't get expelled from Terra by humans, they won't be in the climate."

Gangero Emilio was lying on a plush single couch, his blood-colored eyes looking out of the audience with undisguised disgust.

Emilio is a standard vampire, tall and straight, with a sense of confidence and majesty; With jet-black curly hair, it looks thick and shiny, which sets off his face even more uniquely; And those curly strands of hair seemed to have an uninhibited freedom, which contrasted with his deep eyes.

His style of dress is full of old elegance and modern fashion sense.

His upper body wears a black well-cut suit with a silver tie, exuding an air of nobility and mystery, but his lower body is not too flattering.

Emilio is a standard vampire aristocrat, especially when it comes to lust.

The sound outside made Emilio lose his elegance, and he slapped the woman below him to her feet.

"Don't ······· I, I, I... Still able to continue..."

The scantily dressed, bewildering-looking woman slapped the hand in front of her like an iron tong on her neck with a flushed face.

At her feet, several human women lay horizontally, their bodies as dry and cracked as the earth, pitted and devoid of moisture and luster.

"Noise-"

Emilio's mouth protruded two sharp teeth, and he bit straight down on the woman's neck, then sucked heavily.

In less than thirty seconds, the woman in his hand turned into a withered corpse.

"Phew, non-virgin blood is unpleasant."

Emilio said with a look of disgust, and then he shook the corpse off his hand like garbage, and the corpse he threw out was smashed precisely in front of the only two vampires in the private room.

Nosferatu Elias, who was reading a book, casually raised the vampire sword suit [Night Hunter] that was placed aside, and a pitch-black vortex appeared on his head, and his body was swallowed by the black vortex and then reduced to pieces.

"Emilio, can't you be quiet, and besides, can't you be a gentleman to a lady?"

"We are [the people of Cain], so don't make us rude like four-legged beasts."

Elias closed the book, A Brief History of Human Torture, and then frowned at Emilio and scolded.

"Elias, don't pretend to be noble for me there, your so-called gentleman is to study the book in your hand and reproduce the set in the book?" Emilio replied mockingly.

"This is art, you don't understand, what I do is to make art come back to the world." Elias held up the book in his hand and said with a look of obsession.

"Huh."

A disdainful smile rang out from the private room.

(End of chapter)