Chapter 307: Arena of Glory and Slaughter
Chapter 308: Arena of Glory and Killing
When Fujimaru and others were teleported to the audience seats, they not only saw Shuoyue summon the three supreme gods of Rome, but also found that there were familiar servants sitting beside them.
Hercules, who sacrificed first, Jing Ke, Lü Bu who was defeated but still glorious, Boudica, Tamamo-nyan, Elizabeth...even Caligula and Caesar, Alexander and Darius, who were once enemies, appeared nearby.
"King..." Weber looked at the handsome red-haired boy, his nose was sour, and the latter, who was obviously young, pretended to be mature, patted the minister's shoulder, and smiled to encourage.
Tamamo-nyan and Elizabeth chattered, as if they were arguing about something, but when they saw Fujimaru appear, their eyes immediately lit up and they all surrounded him.
Jing Ke sat with Lü Bu and Hercules. No one knew what the two berserkers and an assassin who was as drunk as a berserker were discussing.
The atmosphere between Boudica, Caligula and Caesar was a little subtle, but when they saw Nero appear, they couldn't help but smile.
"You are here, Nero, and the servants from Chaldea."
"What's going on?" Fujimaru couldn't help holding his breath, fearing that this was a dream that was as fragile as a bubble.
"Don't worry, young boy." The speaker was Caligula. Under the gaze of the three supreme gods, he got rid of the gaze of the moon goddess Diana and regained his clarity. "That is the result of the resonance between the spiritual foundation of the crown and the land of Rome. The courage of the young man named Shuoyue should not be underestimated."
"That's true." Jing Ke was holding the wine made of spiritual power, but he still drank it happily. "Neither Wu Anjun nor him can become a crown servant. In this case, instead of using the crown spiritual foundation to exert 100% of his strength, it is better to dedicate it to the world to get 120% of his strength in return, even if nothing will be left afterwards."
In the doctor's explanation, Fujimaru also understood what Jing Ke and Caligula meant-if Shuoyue accommodates the crown spiritual foundation, even if he cannot become a real crown, he will be qualified to ascend to the crown candidate, and even after the battle, this status will be retained.
However, he did not do so. Instead, he paid the price of the crown spirit base to obtain enough correction power to build this arena, and let the sacrificed servants return collectively from the throne of heroes, using their energy to maintain the barrier, eliminating the possibility of beasts escaping.
"Is this the masterpiece completed by the emperor after the girl Nero?" Caesar patted his round belly and couldn't help but sigh, "The existence that materializes the struggle between humans and beasts, a cage that only one side can be freed from... I have to admit that the one called Shuoyue is much more arrogant than us Augustus."
"He is also much better than you, isn't he?" Boudica choked unceremoniously.
Nero, who was standing aside, couldn't help but cast his eyes on the young man on the field after hearing this.
The warm morning light fell, illuminating his white-golden hair, outlining his sculpture-like deep face, as if the ancient Greek hero walked out of the stone statue, holding his head high in the arena where everyone was cheering, waiting for the upcoming challenge.
"Ah..." Nero couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. He looked at this scene in a trance, and it was deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.
She called herself an artist who could rival the god of music Apollo.
Although she was tone-deaf, the young emperor did have a strong artistic talent.
That was why she was overwhelmed by this outstanding opening ceremony.
The decisive battle would be accompanied by blood and disputes, fighting and pain. The indissoluble darkness would cover the entire sky. The crows that were dying would fly hoarsely, peck at the corpses, and shed blood.
But after this man came, everything became different.
He brought the wind.
He brought cheers.
He brought golden hope.
So the grand arena stood here, and the beasts that were showing off their power were confined in the arena. They did not need the sacrifice of others, nor the farewell of the warriors. They only needed to complete the myth of defeating the evil beasts with their own strength in the cheers of the crowd and under the gaze of the three supreme gods.
...What a romantic chapter.
With her eyes shining with childlike joy, the girl in the red dress stared at the man on the field in a daze, and the deer in her heart leaped for joy, beating her heart.
Will it be a hearty victory? Or will it lead to sunset amid people's lamentations?
In any case, Nero felt that she had to witness it to the end.
With her fists clenched and praying in front of her chest, the young girl looked forward to the birth of a hero.
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[Nega Messiah power opens]
[Failed, concept weakened]
[Seven Beast Crowns activated]
[Failed, concept collapsed]
[Golden Cup taken out]
[Failed, encountered resistance]
[Beast number appears]
[Success, alienated]
[Beast power generated]
[Success, strengthened]
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Just like in the Deep Sea Computer Paradise, when BB targeted Beast III Sesshōin Kiara, who had a series of powers sealed, when being wrapped in this duel arena, the Beast of Sodom, or Draco, only felt his body lighten, and a lot of strength was instantly drained away.
All the functions belonging to human evil were exorcised, and the functions focusing on the "beast" side were corrected and modified.
Looking up at the three gazes that seemed to be real, Romulus, Jupiter and Mars, the three supreme gods, looked down at her, making her smack her lips in displeasure.
Even if what New Moon summoned was just a mirage, gods are gods after all, and even a thought has its own wonders.
Most of the powerful suppression of this arena on her was done by the three supreme gods.
Of course, the reason for all this is——
"Do you really want to seal me again?"
Facing Draco's questioning, Shuoyue moved her body and responded with a spring breeze-like smile:
"Can't you stay by my side? It's better than being exorcised by the serious suppression force, right?"
"Hmph, that being said." Along the way, Draco, who had already reached a very large scale, snorted coldly and hit the nail on the head, "The murderous aura in you has already leaked out, Shuoyue."
As Draco said, even though Shuoyue's words were gentle, a number of killing weapons had already gathered behind him. The dragon's heart roared, turning into an engine that transported the magic power of the Holy Grail, transmitting the power to all parts of his body.
The Holy Grail deposited in the Destiny Atlas is an endless source of magic power that Draco could not obtain.
The replacement anchor points fell, like chess pieces on a chessboard, connecting vertically and horizontally, turning into murderous intentions that were waiting for the chess player's order. The empty imaginary shadow opened, seemingly non-aggressive, but it was the source of the seal that even Draco feared.
Projection magic, replacement magic, imaginary magic.
After offering the old three, Shuoyue was still not satisfied. The iron light gathered in his hand and turned into a red spear.
The tip of the spear pointed straight, accompanied by the slight tremor of the arm, a rhythmic humming sound was emitted, and the sound waves spread out layer by layer, covering the entire field.
"Oh, compound magic tuning?" After all, he had been with Shuoyue day and night, and Draco saw through Shuoyue's trick at a glance, with a playful expression, "Without Yu who can launch an attack in the imaginary world, what use can your magic have?"
The young man smiled without saying a word, but with a sharp look in his eyes, he stabbed out the spear in his hand.
"Just try it and you will know!"
In this duel field witnessed by the gods, the struggle begins!