"What can't you say?I know you of the Boulder Clan must be suspicious, but our King of Kings ......" Kumba tried to make a round, but was interrupted by a cold shout.

"Shut up!" Lei Luo glanced at him, "My name is Lei Luo, and I am not the king of kings. I came to the Dark Lands to send all the sinners on their way, and I don't mind taking all the natives with me if necessary. ”

Standing on the territory of the Boulder Clan, facing thousands of Boulder Clan and Akama Clan, he didn't even raise an eyebrow and said these extremely cold words.

Shi Tian's Adam's apple, which was the size of a child's fist, rolled a little, and he was about to say something more, when he was suddenly forced by Lei Luo's eyes, his whole body seemed to be pulled to the bone, and he fell to his knees under great fear and pressure.

"Who else wants to express their opinion?" Lei Luo looked at him expectantly, awe-inspiring.

All the natives present knelt down towards him uncontrollably, and the fire in his body was shaken by the forced pressure!

Lei Luo narrowed his eyes and slowly smiled, "Very good, I think we can continue to talk." ”

"Damn!" the dragon watched dumbfounded, his mouth wide open, and his horn was about to flow out.

"What a fucking domineering!" Little Bu Abu looked at Lei Luo stupidly, as if looking up to his lifelong idol.

Hearing that his lines were robbed, the dragon couldn't help but be stunned, and glared: "What does the little fart know?!"

Abu blinked his eyes and looked at him suspiciously: "Did I say it wrong?

"You natives don't even have many adjectives, what fucking trash!" the dragon spat contemptuously at the boulders.

With the Monoliths in front of them as an example, the process of ambushing the Akama tribe became no more difficult. Lei Luo did not rush to strengthen these tens of thousands of native warriors, but temporarily focused on Abu.

"I added a little bit to their seeds, and I didn't add anything to you. Because you're still young, there's still a long way to go. More hope than we have. The smile on his face was warm as he pressed the green mang into Abu's forehead, unlike when he faced the Boulders.

Abu nodded as if he didn't understand, and suddenly hugged Lei Luo's head and neck, and shouted, "Although I am only five years old, I know who is a good person. Boss, you are the best and best kind of person, and when you kill all the criminals, you should go home early! Your family must miss you very much!"

Lei Luo was slightly stunned, and a few faint images quietly flashed in his mind.

"I'll go home. He touched Abu's head and agreed.

The natural relationship between Abu and the Demon Tree Flame was amplified to the extreme by Lei Luo. Coupled with the cooperation of the dragon's shengmen fire, the two of them can work together to greatly transform the fire of other natives within the forest. The number of renovations is measured in 10,000.

In this way, Lei Luo was able to get out of the way without having to do everything himself.

"Who's been to Sun City, I want to know the general situation there. Gathering several native patriarchs together, he asked lightly.

In Cité Soleil, there are two things that are most famous - the women of the upper city and the beasts of the lower city.

On the tourist route of the Eternal Nights, Paradise Lost is another name for Cité Soleil. In the monthly influx of tourists, almost all single men with bulging wallets are there. The city will invariably choose Uptown as its first stop. 1.2 million carefully screened young ladies cover the entire service field, and all kinds of styles are their unified badges. Bartenders, Dealers, Female Guards, Female Managers, as long as money is not an issue, they will soon appear on the suite bed, and as for whether to wear a uniform or not, it is entirely up to you.

Pillows and fists have always been inseparable games. In the Dark Lands, the thirst for blood is undoubtedly more urgent. From the sky city in the upper city to the ancient castle in the lower city, it is like the transformation of the landscape of two different time and space, which makes people have to admire the builder of the Sun City, the Liberty Foundation, is indeed unique.

Of course. The palace of King Futu is located, and it is an absolutely forbidden place in the city.

In the lower town of Lower Town, where there are many minarets, the streets are full of sinners in robes. When the first visitors step out of the floating luxury car and stand in the shadow of the arch of the Colosseum, they often forget the hot and gold-sucking escort girls around them, and are completely shocked by the majestic miraculous scene in front of them.

"That's what I want!" said a famous second ancestor from the Gamma Empire, after watching a beast fight. In that gamble, he lost the mineral rights of an asteroid belt, but thought he had finally regained his sense of being alive.

Gone are the days when people waved glow sticks at superstars on anti-gravity platforms and went back to their bedrooms to wave massage sticks at themselves. With an area of 25,000 square meters, a 7-story ring stand, 100,000 live spectators, 3 performances per day, and less than 100 gladiators, all kinds of data related to the Colosseum most intuitively prove the rise of bloody entertainment.

Most of the beast fighters are interstellar slaves and criminals, but there are also volunteers who go to the killing field for a reward, and more than half of them die every day, and new blood is sent every day to fill the gap. Man has never been a problem, it is the beast that is really scarce. Since the Gudak Beasts gradually withdrew from the Great Triangle and Atlantis Systems, Star Beasts on the Black Market have become increasingly difficult to find. Rumor has it that the Liberty Consortium has long since completed cloning research on these horrific creatures in the lab, which has allowed the bloody show to continue to this day. Another completely different voice claims that the two Eternal Night camps of the Gamma Empire and the Stormwind Federation are the continuous supply side of the Star Beasts, after all, for the Free Consortium with the sovereignty of more than a dozen neutral constellations, it is not difficult to exploit the loopholes under the system.

On the golden weekend, the Colosseum was full, and the boiling sound could almost open the sky.

As the new Colosseum champion, Juan never cared whether the star beast that fell at his feet was native or domesticated. He once served as a lieutenant in the Third Mechanized Combat Division of the Gamma Empire, a bronze-level breeder, and has been undefeated in 37 consecutive finale games so far, and he has not even injured half of his hair, which is really a popular fried chicken. Juan felt that he was different from the other half-people, the most black iron guys were here to play with their lives, and he was just here to earn some pocket money, not even to take risks.

Juan is proud and narcissistic. Because of his tall stature and dignified appearance, every time his avatar appeared in the giant light curtain above the Colosseum, it would always cause countless women in the stands to scream. In order to make the fight more exciting, all gladiators were removed from their firepower equipment, beam sabers and magnetic axes were the most common choices for fighters, and Juan often used a plasma trident, which earned him the nickname "Poseidon".

Knocking over the powerful and ugly Star Beast with a halberd is obviously not enough for all audiences, and in each finale performance, two Servants carry exaggeratedly sized melee weapons for Juan to choose from after taking control of the scene. Changing guys at the last moment is nothing more than for trick renovation, disemboweling, decapitation, dismemberment, how to stimulate how to come. The craziest time Juan got the cheers was with a large saw, and by the time he stopped, the sawed snake had already turned into a pile of bloody residue.

Hu Cong piloted the civilian mecha "Porter" II., which had a rough appearance, resembling a toad standing upright. In Juan's eyes, the two "toads" are like those weapons to be selected, except that the shape is funny enough, there is no use for birds. However, today, when he walked into the underground passage of the Colosseum, he was dumbfounded by one of them. Seeing that he was about to play, this guy dismantled the mecha load frame in front of him and the guards, and threw the weapons on the ground one by one.

"Cripple, you don't want to fucking do it anymore?" Juan glared. Often a little bit of congregation was driven crazy by the huge pressure before going on the field, he didn't expect this to happen to him.

The lame dog was an old man, who was not very good on one leg, but his life was very hard, and he had been with seven or eight gladiators before Juan. Like many of the Empire's subjects, Juan had always disliked the people of the Stormwind Federation, and he suffered a lot from the Federation on the battlefield, and although the Eternal Night Civil War has now ended, the hatred is not something that can be let go. He was also upset that the lame dog would never kneel in the Colosseum to present him with a weapon, as another servant did.

Juan was in a bad mood and often talked about the lame dog family, and at this moment, while scolding, he picked up the trident with one hand. If this old shit, who can't even shoot sycophants, dares to put oil on the soles of his feet, he will have to finish everything before the guards can do it.

"I smell them, something is wrong, I'm afraid I can't run with things on my back. The lame dog looked straight at the iron gate leading to the field, and replied in surprise. He didn't close the covered helmet, and the wrinkled face seemed strange in the dim light that filtered through the crack in the gate.

Juan was stunned, it was customary for the Star Beast to be driven into the arena before the gladiators, and the old man's strange behavior made him somewhat impulsive to go behind the gate and take a look.

"Do you scare yourself, the old ghost ...... eggs," the other young man sneered, and when he looked at Juan, his expression had changed from disdain to loyalty, "It's better not to let him go up, save the chaos." It's too late to change people now, I'll carry a few more things, and I'll get through this one first!"

"I'll clean you up when Lao Tzu is gone!" Juan kicked the lame dog and scolded viciously, "Get out!"

In the opening 31 seconds, the young man was sprayed with a cloud of acid, and his entire head was rotted behind the armor that was smoky. He screamed and manipulated the mecha to run a few steps, and before he could throw away the weight on his body, he suddenly heard a landslide and tsunami-like sound burst from the stands. This cry of cruelty and bloodthirsty pleasure was all too familiar to him, and in despair he turned his head to see that the giant beast that had been chasing him in an instant was leaping into the air, and the huge shadow had completely enveloped him.

The neck of the mecha broke at the moment when the claws swung over, Hu Cong's head flew high, and the final picture in the field of vision was Juan's terrified face.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. Outside the court, the lame dog let out a strange sigh. (To be continued......)