"What? you say it again?" said Justinian the Great, his eyes wide with rage, and he yelled at Rooney.

The Byzantine Emperor, the supreme power holder on Middle-earth, was furious, and Rooney was really scared. His face was pale, sweaty, and his trembling lips could not say a word for a long time.

"Your Majesty, the award ceremony is about to begin, please hurry back to the ring......" At this time, a slow voice came from behind Justinian the Great. It was Pope Pros, who stared at Rooney and Justinian the Great with a smile and asked, "What are you two discussing?

When Rooney saw that His Holiness the Pope had said this, he couldn't excuse himself, "Your Excellency, here's how it ......."

Before he could tell the truth, he was interrupted by Justinian. "Ah! it's not a big deal, it's just that there is some unfortunate news from the war in the east and west, and I'm used to it. ”

"That's fine. The Pope gave Rooney a meaningful glance and returned to the ring with Justinian the Great. Rooney was left alone, stunned. After a while, Rooney felt his head buzz, "Transfer all the remaining forbidden troops to the Gromuni gladiatorial arena as long as they can still move!"

Rooney's heart chuckled, "Uh! I didn't think His Majesty Justinian would do this!" So he hurriedly ran out, and he yelled as he ran, "It's over!

Emperor Justinian walked into the ring with a blushing face and thought, "This pig, don't you know how to keep a low profile?" But even if he transferred all the forbidden troops, it would not help...... Merlot Prologis, you already figured it out. Will this Ultimate Fighter League tournament be used to give me a funeral? Yes, I can't fight you, but I won't be caught with my hands tied. Merlot ...... You are too anxious! You want Byzantium, you can, I'll give it to you! But please also take over the Xuanqing Righteous Army! Thinking of this, the corners of Justinian the Great's mouth turned up slightly, obviously he had preconceived the mastermind behind all this and mistook it for Pope Flos. But where did he think that all this was just a hairy boy's reckless revenge action, and it was not within his plan to clean up the army outside.

In the ring, the referee shouted Ruinon's name loudly, and the audience applauded wildly, and there was a momentum to not stop slapping the bottom of their hands.

Renon took off the wet towel covering his head and muttered to himself, "It's time...... Ruinon. Isn't this the moment you think about it?" he clenched his hands into fists. He squeezed it hard, then got up and walked out with heavy steps.

Don't be nervous...... Natural Point ...... They don't know who you are......

Ruinon felt that his breathing was slightly messy, and his right hand involuntarily pressed his left arm tightly. That's where the family coat of arms is inscribed. Feel the familiar dark power pouring into your body. Ruinon's breathing gradually calmed down.

The referee and host announced the curtain loudly......

Magic crystals flickering on and off......

The cheers of the audience. Applause......

Streamers falling from the roof of the arena......

The sound of explosions when the fireworks bloom......

Colorful, dotted with brilliance......

All this is Ruinon turning a blind eye and hearing nothing. There was only one thought in his mind at the moment: revenge! Stepping up the stairs to the ring, Renon seemed to be able to feel the heartbeat of Justinian the Great and Pope Flos.

Emperor Justinian looked at Rainon with a straight face......

There was a look of confusion on Pope Pros's face...... They seemed out of place with the celebratory atmosphere around them.

The referee and moderator cleared his throat. Waving his wand to take the amplification to the next level, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome this year's Ultimate Brawler League Champion - Phil Yaounde with a round of applause!"

In the warm applause of the co-authors, Ruinon cautiously walked into the ring. The atmosphere around him was so hot and enthusiastic, but his heart was like a silent and cold ice cellar.

The dignified and elegant lady of etiquette brought the championship trophy and a large sign with the words 100,000 gold coins printed on it.

Emperor Justinian and Pope Pross were right in front of Renon's eyes, just three steps away. Although the enemies were very red when they saw each other, Ruinong's face sank like water, and he was not shocked. At this moment, the world of his heart had already been stormy. "Be patient......! Now is not the time to get your hands dirty. There were still many innocent civilians in the Colosseum of Glomuni, who had to wait until the evening to have dinner with the Pope and Justinian the Great...... That's when you do it!" said Ruinon silently in his heart.

Justinian the Great took the trophy and the sign symbolizing the prize money from the hostess and came to Renon.

Ruinon lazily raised his eyelids, slowly stretched out his hand, and took the trophy and cardboard expressionlessly, his movements sluggish.

When Justinian the Great saw this, he smiled, and took two steps forward to Rinon with his nose almost touched. When they saw each other, they were shocked and at a loss, and they didn't stop it. Who called him Justinian the Great?

"You're not here for the championship and the prize money, are you?" said Justinian the Great, bowing his head slightly, leaning into Renon's ear and whispering, "You're here for me, aren't you?"

Ruinon's hands holding the trophy trembled slightly, and a trace of strangeness quickly flashed on his originally calm face, but it disappeared without a trace in an instant. He forcibly suppressed his rapid heartbeat and breathing, and silently laughed at himself: It turns out that it has been exposed!

Instead of rushing to reply to Justinian the Great, Rainon turned his head to look at the crowded auditorium around him. "Can you let the audience go first?" he asked Justinian the Great, "as the emperor of Byzantium, you don't want your subjects to shed blood in vain, do you?"

"Why do you want to let them go? They are the best witnesses. The two of them did not have a question and answer, which made everyone present like the second monk confused, except for one person, and that was Pope GLP.

Pope Pros's facial cousin was extremely rich, and he was stunned at first. Then he was calm, and he showed a pleasant smile at the end. He thought to himself: it seems that both of them have misunderstood something, but it is fine...... At least I don't have to break a pair of iron shoes.

"Witness?" asked Renon with a sneer, "I'm relieved to have your words." I don't have to worry too much about it. After saying that, he threw the cardboard symbolizing 100,000 gold coins to the ground, raised his foot and stepped on it hard, and put the trophy symbolizing honor back into the space bag.

Justinian the Great frowned and asked, "Isn't it for money?" he said a pun, but on the other side was a simple Rinnon.

"Money? Of course not. ”

"Then what are you for? for fame, for power, for official?"

Rinon slowly traced his right hand up along the stitch on the sleeve of his left arm, until it reached the place of the Stamoko family emblem. "For the dream...... For revenge! For this moment!" His voice was still so soft, so soft, but it made people feel an indescribable sense of fear. It's like suddenly opening a window in the middle of the night. A yin wind that blows out the candles.

Emperor Justinian was stunned, not because of the fear, but because of his own conjecture and Rinon's reply. He looked at Renon and then at Pope GLP in confusion.

"Haha!" Pope Pross suddenly laughed, "Come here! Flavi Justinian. You're thinking too much. ”

"You ......," Justinian was speechless for a moment.

"Can't you get back yet? I still have to rely on you to shelter myself from the wind and rain. If you have something, three long and two short. How can I live!" Pope Pross stared at Rainon with a smile. "Descendants of the Stamoko family?"

Rinon did not shy away from shining the pale blue flame that symbolized the Stamoko family. This action caused the entire Glomuni Gladiatorial Colosseum to gasp, and in an instant, the audience exploded, and the audience got up and poured out. They screamed or pushed. The thin ones are squeezed, and they are so strong that they all show their magical powers like eight immortals crossing the sea.

In a sharp voice, Justinian the Great asked, "Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Didn't I say it? You're thinking too much about it. Pope Pross took out a half-human-high scepter, the body of which was inlaid with various colored gems and pearls, and the top of the scepter was embedded with a large crystal stone. If you look closely, you can see that there is a faint white air flow slowly circulating inside the crystal, and it is obvious that this is a high-grade rare high-energy magic crystal worth millions of gold coins.

Two faint halos of light shrouded Justinian the Great and Pope Flos, driving away the terrifying cold fear. Pope Pros tilted his head slightly and said to Justinian the Great, "Wait a minute, the old man will use a spell to drag him down." Your Majesty, you and the Light Priests are withdrawn from the backstage together......"

The Light Priests and the Magicians jumped into the ring and formed a circle, besieging Rinon and inside. They all had words in their mouths, and their hands shimmered with colorful elemental light.

The pale blue flame sword slowly emerged from Ruinon's hand, and the temperature in the air seemed to drop by ten degrees suddenly. "Today, I am for the hatred of fourteen years ago, for my personal vendetta with Justinian and Prolos...... It's none of your business. As he spoke, Rainon pointed his pale blue flaming sword at Emperor Justinian.

With this light finger, Justinian the Great suddenly felt as if there were countless ghosts howling in his ears, and there seemed to be a cold-blooded poisonous snake crawling slowly in his veins. His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, his body trembled violently, and his legs were so weak that he almost fell to his knees.

Pope Pros, noticing Justinian the Great's strangeness, stretched out his thin palm and slapped him on the shoulder.

Emperor Justinian only felt a warm current rushing in from his shoulders, driving away the cold air, and his expression gradually returned to normal. After a while, he regained his breath and shouted at Ruinon with exhaustion: "Fourteen years of hatred? I don't know you at all, did I do anything to be sorry for you fourteen years ago?"

"Not fourteen years...... More than a thousand years of hatred, to be precise. Pope Pros stared at Rainon's pale blue flaming sword and said, "I can't imagine that telekinesis can be used like this." ”

Renon smiled and said, "What is the history of the Starmoko family, what is the black and white telekinesis, what is the creator god, Satan...... I'm not here for the revival of the Starmoko family, not for Satan!, but for myself. As he spoke, he looked at the magicians and light priests around him, "Aren't you leaving?"

The magicians and the priests of light ignored him, and the magic in their hands was ready to be unleashed. At the command of Pope GLP and Justinian the Great, they will unleash powerful magical attacks that will blast the enemies of the creator god to death.

"For yourself?" a white ball of light erupted from Pope Flos's hand.

"Xuanqing Country is my hometown......"

"Xuanqing?" Emperor Justinian jumped up and said, "It turns out that you are an assassin sent by the Xuanqing Rebels to kill me!"

"Assassin, if I were an Assassin, why would I be able to join the Ultimate Fighter League, and where would I meet you so openly?" said Ronon angrily and amusefully, "my parents...... My friend...... They all died fourteen years ago. I will never forget that day, the day the Byzantine army slaughtered the city of Changge......"

Emperor Justinian finally understood something, "That's it? That's not my order...... That's ......" He was about to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

Ruinon closed his eyes and said, "You don't have to say that I understand, but you can't get out of this matter." If it weren't for the war you started, how would the Byzantine army get into the city of Changge? If it wasn't for the Pope's order, how would those soldiers have carried out a massacre in the name of the creator god? Just because we don't believe in Zeus, the creator god? Just because we're heretics?"

Pope Pross stretched out a finger and ran it across the top of the scepter, pointing at Renon with a sparkling white light: "Child, you are still young, and it is great to know how to return if you are lost. The white points of light flickered towards Ruinon, like down rippling in the wind.

Suddenly, a pale blue fire engulfed the few white points of light. "Does the creator god really exist?" Renon looked up, as if asking, "If so, why did he never help me?"

"How did you believe in the God of creation?"

"Didn't the creator god say that all the people of Middle-earth are the people of the creator god? When my parents were pierced through the chest by a sharp arrow, it never helped me, when I was alone, it did not help me, when Zhao Leige was brutally slaughtered by Byzantine soldiers, when Sarah was helpless and forced to commit suicide. When Grandpa Konstantin was killed by Livin Hughes, when Sister Anne Field was dying...... Where is Zeus, the creator god?" Although the man did not flick his tears, at this moment, Renon recalled the past, and two lines of crystal tears slipped down his face, leaving two wet traces, "It's not that I don't believe in it, it's that it never appeared." How can I believe in a God who never existed?"

Pope Flos's face became extremely terrifying: "Then why do you serve the demon Satan?"

Rainon slowly closed his eyes and said, "I don't believe in Satan, and I don't intend to believe in Satan. It was the spirit of the Starmoko family that saved me, it was it that taught me that one can only rely on oneself. God can't save you, only you can save yourself!" When he opened his eyes again, his black pupils had turned a terrible scarlet, "So today, let me see if the creator god will save its devout believers!" (To be continued......)