Chapter 593 The Trump Card

In front of the light of judgment, the walls of the theater fell apart, but then they began to repair quickly.

The majestic and blazing light of judgment was trapped in the theater, and it was difficult to penetrate...

Even the outermost curtain hanging in front of the stands could not be penetrated, and then it collapsed into a turbulent source of matter and disappeared without a trace.

Huai Shi froze on the spot.

"Sorry, Mr. Huaishi."

On the face pierced by Beelzebub, the lips opened and closed, still making a sound: "After Ivy's calculations, as long as there are five troupe members' sacred marks supporting you, you will not be able to use that weapon to break the 'Golden Palace' from the inside. .”

As he spoke, his face quickly repaired and healed, returning to its original state.

Not even a hair fell out.

Still calm.

"By the way, all attacks on actors are punishable before the next act begins... and lo and behold, the audience is angry."

Above the stands, the sky was boiling.

He angrily scolded this disrespectful person who broke into the stage and then resorted to violence.

As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of thunder fell from the sky without warning and landed on Huai Shi's arm. Huai Shi didn't even react, and the hand holding the gun lost consciousness.

After a long time, the uncontrollable pain spread from under the cracked skin, causing him to stagger and gasp violently.

And just between Pandron's white hair, vague edges and corners emerged.

The crown seemed to be made of withered laurel leaves, decorated with gold and jewels, but it had lost its former color and glory.

——Dream of the Golden Palace.

A border relic from Rome, the last creation left behind by a certain tyrannical king in history, and the theater company are a perfect match for the ‘Theater of Miracles·Golden Palace’!

After combining its existence, the effect originally caused by the combination of stigmata suddenly reached the category of miraculous imprinting.

Modify reality and create miracles.

Just like the grace and remnants left by the gods.

"Don't waste your efforts, Mr. Huaishi."

Pan Delong said indifferently: "We will not be stupid enough to fight you hand-to-hand, nor will we take any risks for victory. For us, just hanging on to you is enough..."

Enduring the pain caused by the wound healing and the growth of flesh and blood on his arm, Huai Shi grinned and laughed: "I thought you were spending so much time on what you wanted to do, but you really don't have any dreams at all?"

Everyone looked at him indifferently, no one responded.

Not even the colonel, who had the most explosive temper, said a word.

He just looked at Huai Shi with all his concentration, without any slack, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Next, what I will perform for you is a legendary epic adventure and an immortal tragedy of resistance!"

Pandron propped up his cane, like an announcer, looked around at the audience in the stands, and announced impassionedly: "Cheer, everyone, the wonderful story is about to begin!

Cheers, everyone, this is the noble crystallization presented by a real warrior to everyone!

Next, please continue to enjoy——"

"——"Spartacus"!"

At that moment, Isabella opened her mouth and sang at the top of her voice, singing the prologue of the classical tragedy with a perfect soprano.

The world above the stage was shaken and everything changed. Huaishi's eyes blurred, as if he was falling into the abyss, but then he stood firm again.

In the sudden dizziness, he looked around in astonishment.

Everything is completely different.

In an instant, the theater turned into a Colosseum. Behind the towering walls, countless spectators were shouting excitedly.

However, Huai Shi's skin quickly darkened and turned into sun-kissed bronze. All the equipment on his body disappeared without a trace. He was dressed in rags, like a slave, and looked around blankly.

Around him, the frost giants were also shrinking rapidly, becoming the size of ordinary people. Like Huai Shi, they were unkempt, but a little bigger, and lost their frost wind and ice armor.

Soon, Huai Shi discovered that...his stigmata disappeared!

With a constant pinging sound.

Heavy sledgehammers, sharp ax blades, sacrificial knives, spears, chains... fell from his body one after another and landed on the ground. Except for the wolf's head above the hammer's head, which still remained somewhat ferocious, Nothing magical anymore.

It turned into an ordinary weapon that was just much harder.

"Help, I'm cracked..."

From his waist, Beelzebub heard a scream of terror, and it quickly changed from a modern weapon to a tattered hand crossbow.

It shook hard.

No more words could be said.

All foreign objects that did not fit the background were corrected, and everything was pulled into the imaginary world formed by the troupe... Using the Dream of the Golden Palace as the stage, the six members of the troupe once again unfolded the legendary story.

Forcefully push Huai Shi into it.

The never-ending battle is about to begin!

At this moment, right in front of Huai Shi, the dying gladiator was dying and struggling hard.

"Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!!!"

In the stands, the spectators, transformed into Roman citizens, shouted excitedly, waved their fists, and urged with great fanaticism: "Kill it! Spartacus! Kill that bastard!!!"

Lira kept being thrown from above and landed on Huai Shi's shoulders.

"I am... Spartacus?"

Huai Shi raised his head in shock and looked at the audience, suddenly realizing what had happened. But an invisible force clung to his body, forcing him to raise his dagger and aim it at the enemy in front of him.

The prelude to the killing begins...

This was the fate of Spartacus.

Severe dizziness and trance suddenly struck, and the huge theater began to modify Huai Shi's consciousness and memory, making him accept the fate that was just around the corner.

However, in front of that pair of suddenly raised eyes, he returned in vain!

"wrong--"

Huai Shi raised her head with difficulty, stared at them, and said softly: "I am not Spartacus, I am not your gladiator..."

There was a shattering sound, coming from Huai Shi's sword blade.

The dagger suddenly broke.

The shape changed rapidly, forming an ancient and incomplete sword blade, blooming with a faint glow.

Just above his head, a crown made of rays of light suddenly appeared, forcibly squeezed into the prelude of this tragedy, and bloomed with light.

Under the illumination of the light, the invisible power controlling Huai Shi disappeared without a trace.

"I am Huaishi."

At that moment, Huaishi raised his head and told them: "Prince of Paradise, Huaishi!"

The sword of virtue lights up.

The sonorous sword cry suddenly spread, tearing apart the suppression of the Golden Theater, causing everything that had been modified to return to its original appearance!

The frost wind swept across, and the frost giants shrouded in ice and iron once again pulled out their heavy ax blades, showing their burly and huge bodies, and roared to the sky!

The script is ruined.

The tragedy came to an abrupt end——

"I'm sorry, I'm a drama tyrant."

Huai Shi grinned, smiled toward the highest point of the Colosseum, and shook his head mockingly: "This kind of plot that will damage my idol image must be modified."

Everything stopped for a moment.

At the highest point of the Colosseum, Pandelon's figure emerged, looking down indifferently.

"Paradise? I didn't expect this title to have the power to correct the Golden Palace... But unfortunately, just to this extent, I'm afraid it's not enough."

As he spoke, he waved gently.

The gates on all sides of the Colosseum suddenly opened, and huge beasts and majestic figures walked out of it, as well as fully armed legions... No end or edge could be seen.

It's like, endless...

A low singing voice began, a soprano singing in the void, and a low chorus of men. The stigmata belonging to the troupe run on this narrow stage, making all the illusory faces more real, and making the eyes of the heroes burst out with real flames.

"The script of Spartacus continues, so let's skip the annoying lines and plot and go straight to the best part."

Pan Delong said coldly: "Mr. Huaishi, your final battle has begun."

Huaishi was already stunned on the spot.

As if in disbelief, he slowly raised his eyebrows as he listened to the singing that echoed in his ears.

"opera?"

"What a coincidence..." he said, "I know how to do this."

At that moment, Huai Shi raised the Sword of Virtue, raised it to his eyes, and asked with a smile: "Since you know me so well, you won't forget...where did this sword come from, right?"

In his hand, the Sword of Virtue trembled violently, as if it was about to wake up, glowing with waves of faint light.

Only now did he discover: The Golden Palace stage seems to have the same bonus for all actors on both sides?

In that case...

At this moment, between the sad opera excerpts, a magnificent melody suddenly played, tearing apart the sad songs and turning them into a melody of redemption.

Around Huaishi, dozens of handsome and solemn figures suddenly appeared in the air.

After crossing the long hell, the princes sleeping in the abyss opened their eyes and responded to the call of the stage here!

Among them, some have long curly hair, some are strong with swords, some are dancing with fiery hands, and some are majestic... But without exception, everyone wears their own crown on their head.

It was almost as if I could hear the screams of the kitten arriving at grandma's house.

Huai Shi smiled, raised his sword, and pointed it at the enemy in front of him.

"—Fuck them!"

Silence fell suddenly.

In the brief silence, nothing happened except for the howling frost giant that rushed forward.

The princes are still standing there, still translucent...

Like a ghost.

Huai Shi turned around blankly, feeling very embarrassed.

"Why don't you move?"

"..."

In the brief silence, the princes looked at each other. Among them, the unknown prince whom Huai Shi was most familiar with shrugged helplessly: "Sorry, we are just projections and do not have the ability to kill the enemy..."

"What the hell?"

Huai Shi couldn't believe it, "Then what are you doing here?"

"Uh...blessing?"

A dozen princes looked at each other, and one of them, a dark-haired and white-skinned prince, said: "I grant you courage, although you do not lack it."

"I wanted to grant you mercy, but the compassion in your heart is already there."

"control?"

"Where's the enthusiasm?"

"..."

Huaishi hesitated to speak, but held on to his last glimmer of hope and asked: "Can't you give me something useful? Something that can kill them. Did you bring it with you when you came?"

"..."

The princes fell silent, looked at each other, and finally sighed: "If this is the case, then there is only the last resort... However, this is the prince's trump card, and it will inevitably lead to trouble if it is abused."

"Huh?" Huai Shi's eyes widened and she was pleasantly surprised: "Is it really true? You should tell me quickly!"

"Then, shout loudly, Your Highness!"

The unknown prince pressed Huai Shi's shoulder and said solemnly: "Call for a miracle to come. In this case, this stage and paradise will definitely respond to you!"

"What the hell?"

Huai Shi never expected that the teammates he summoned would stretch their hips like this: "Could it be that if I yelled 'Help!' someone would come to save me?"

What the hell is this?

But the moment Huai Shi shouted 'Help', it was as if some mechanism had been activated.

The princes showed mysterious smiles one after another, and quickly dissipated in the air. The stray lights gathered in one place, rising slowly, forming an illusory arch.

Behind the light door, a handsome white horse walked out. It had arrogant eyebrows and looked so familiar. Even the fatness was exactly the same as the fat horse at home.

The look he glanced at Huai Shi was full of contempt.

——Every time I shake people, can you do it, little brother?

Huai Shi was already attracted by the figure on the horse before she could ask what it was doing.

incredible.

"Although I don't know what's going on, it seems that I was dragged here to help... Are you asking me for help, Huai Shi?"

On top of the white horse, Luo Xian’s smile was sweet:

"Fight for you, Your Highness."

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