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

The majestic and fiery light of judgment is bound in the theater, and it is difficult to pass through...

Even the outermost curtain hanging in front of the stands couldn't be penetrated, and then it collapsed into the turbulent origin and disappeared without a trace.

Huai Shi was stunned.

"It's a pity, Mr. Huai Shi."

On the face pierced by Beelzebub, the lips opened and closed, and the voice still made: "According to the calculation of the Ivy League, as long as the stigmata of the five troupe members is supported, you cannot use that weapon to break the Golden Palace from the inside."

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

Not even a single hair fell.

Still calm.

"By the way, before the next act begins, all attacks on the actors will incur punishment... Look, the audience is angry."

Above the stands, the sky is overwhelming.

Angrily scolded the rude man who used violence after breaking into the stage.

As soon as the voice fell, a thunderbolt fell from the sky without warning and landed on Huai Shi's arm. Huai Shi did not 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.

But between Pan Delong's white hair, faint edges and corners emerged.

It seems to be a crown made of withered laurel leaves, dotted with gold and jewelry, but it has lost its former color and glory.

Dream of the Golden Palace.

The border relics from Rome, the last creation left by a certain tyrannical king in history, and the theater company are simply a golden palace made in heaven!

After combining its existence, the effect originally caused by the combination of the 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 go hand-in-hand with you, nor will we risk any wind for victory. For us, it is enough to entangle you..."

Enduring the pain caused by the healing of the wound and the growth of flesh and blood on his arm, Huai Shi grinned and laughed: "I thought you guys wanted to do a lot of work, you really don't have a dream?"

Everyone looked at him indifferently and no one responded.

Not even the most hot-tempered colonel said a word.

Just staring at Huai Shi with full concentration, without any slack, as if facing an enemy.

"Next, what will be performed for you is a legendary epic adventure, an eternal tragedy of resistance!"

Pan Delong propped up his cane, like the reporter, looked around the audience in the stands, and announced impassionedly: "Cheers, everyone, the wonderful story is about to begin!

Cheers, everyone, this is the noble crystallization of real warriors for everyone!

Next, please continue to enjoy"

"Spartacus!"

At that moment, Isabella opened her mouth and sang upright, the perfect soprano singing the prologue of classical tragedy.

The world on the stage shuddered, everything changed, Huai Shi saw a flower, as if falling into the abyss, but then he stood firmly again.

In the sudden dizziness, he looked around in amazement.

Everything is completely different.

It turned from a theater into a Colosseum in an instant. After the towering walls, countless spectators shouted in excitement.

However, Huai Shi's skin quickly became dark and turned into sun-burned bronze, and all his equipment disappeared without a trace, and his clothes were ragged, like a slave, looking around blankly.

Around him, the frost giants were also shrinking rapidly, becoming the size of ordinary people, like Huai Shi, unkempt, but burly, losing the frost wind and ice armor.

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

With the constant ping-pong sound.

The heavy sledgehammer, the sharp axe blade, the sacrificial knife, the spear, the chain...continuously fell from his body and landed on the ground, except that the wolf head above the hammer head still remained a bit hideous. There is no magic anymore.

It became an ordinary weapon that was just much harder.

"Help, I'm cracked and cracked..."

From his waist, a horrified scream came from Beelzebub, which quickly changed from a modern weapon to a tattered crossbow.

There was a shock of effort.

Can't say anything anymore.

All foreign objects that do not fit the background have been corrected, and everything has been drawn into the overhead world formed by the troupe... With the Golden Palace Dream as the stage, the six troupe members once again unfold the legendary story.

Forcibly push Huai Shi into it.

The endless battle is about to begin!

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

"Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!!!"

In the stands, the audience who transformed themselves into Roman citizens shouted in excitement, waved their fists, and frantically urged: "Kill it! Spartacus! Kill that bastard!!!"

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

"I'm... Spartacus?"

Huai Shi raised her head in shock, looked at the audience, and suddenly realized what had happened. But the invisible power is attached to him, forcing him to raise the short sword and aim it at the enemy in front of him.

Start the prelude to the killing...

This is the fate of Spartacus.

The violent dizziness and trance suddenly hit, and the huge theater began to modify Huai Shi's consciousness and memory, making him accept the fate that was close at hand.

However, in front of the pair of suddenly raised eyes, he returned without success!

"wrong"

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

A broken voice sounded from above Huai Shi's sword.

The dagger broke suddenly.

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

Just above his head, a crown of light intertwined suddenly appeared, forcibly squeezing into the prologue of this tragedy, blooming with light.

Under the shining light, the invisible power that controlled Huai Shi disappeared without a trace.

"I am Huai Shi."

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

The sword of virtue lights up.

The sonorous sword sound suddenly spread, tearing apart the suppression of the Golden Theater, and returning everything that was modified to its original appearance again!

The frost wind swept across, and the frost giants covered by ice and iron once again drew out heavy axe blades, showing their burly and huge body, and roared to the sky!

The script was destroyed.

The tragedy came to an abrupt end

"Excuse me, I'm a drama master."

Huaishi grinned, smiled at the highest point of the Colosseum, and shook his head mockingly: "This kind of plot that will destroy my idol image must be revised."

Everything came to a standstill in an instant.

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

"Paradise? I didn't expect this title to have a corrective effect on the Golden Palace... But unfortunately, at this level, I am afraid it is not enough.

As he said, he waved his hand gently. Qiqi novel first published on the whole network

The gates on all sides of the Colosseum suddenly opened, and huge beasts and majestic figures walked out of it, as well as the heavily armed army...the end is invisible, and the edge is invisible.

It's like endless...

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

"Spartacus's script is still going on. Let's omit the annoying lines and plots and move on to the most exciting part."

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

Huai Shi has been stunned in place.

As if unbelievable, listening to the song echoing in his ears, his eyebrows slowly raised.

"opera?"

"What a coincidence..." he said, "I will do this too."

At that moment, Huai Shi lifted the sword of virtue, held it in front of her, and asked with a smile: "Since you know me so well, you won't forget... where did this sword come from?"

In his hand, the sword of virtue trembled violently, as if it was about to wake up, glowing with bursts of faint light.

Only now did he discover: The golden palace stage seems to have the same bonus for both parties?

In that case...

At this moment, between the sad opera excerpts, a magnificent melody suddenly played, tearing apart the sad song, turning it into a melody of salvation.

In Huaishi's body, dozens of handsome and solemn figures suddenly appeared in the air.

After crossing the long hell, the princes who were sleeping in the abyss opened their eyes, and were called by the stage here!

Among them, some have long curly hair, some are vigorous with swords, some are dancing with fire, and some are majestic... But without exception, everyone wears his own crown on the top of his head.

It was as if I could hear the cat's screams of losing her grandmother's house.

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

"Fuck them!"

The silence came suddenly.

In the brief silence, nothing happened except the frost giant who screamed and jumped on.

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

Like a ghost.

Huai Shi turned her head blankly, feeling very embarrassed.

"Why don't you move?"

"..."

In a brief silence, the princes looked at each other. Among them, the nameless prince whom Huai Shi was most familiar with shrugged helplessly: "Sorry, we are just projections, and we don't 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. One of the princes with black hair and white skin said: "I grant you courage, although you are not lacking." The fastest update of the strange novel https://m.qq*717^mq^q717. c^om/

"I want to grant you mercy, but the compassion in your heart has lasted."

"control?"

"Where is enthusiasm?"

"..."

Huai Shi wanted to speak and stopped~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Stopped and wanted, holding the last line of hope, and asked: "Can't you give something useful? The kind that can kill them, did you bring it with you when you came? ?"

"..."

The princes became silent, staring at each other, and finally sighed: "If this is the case, there is only one last resort... However, this is the prince's killer, and abuse will inevitably cause trouble."

"Huh?" Huai Shi's eyes widened, and she was pleasantly surprised: "Really? You guys say it!"

"Then call out loudly, Your Royal Highness!"

The nameless prince pressed Huai Shi's shoulder and said in a solemn voice: "Calling for a miracle, in this case, this stage and paradise will definitely respond to you!"

"What the hell?"

Huai Shi never thought that the teammate he summoned would pull his hips like this: "Could I call for help! Someone will come to save me?"

What is the reason for this?

But when Huai Shi called out for help, it seemed that some mechanism had been activated.

The princes showed mysterious smiles and quickly dissipated in the air. The free light gathered in one place, slowly rising, forming an illusory arch.

After the light door, a handsome white horse walked out, with arrogant eyebrows, and looked so familiar, even the fat fat was exactly the same as the fat horse of his own home.

Glancing at Huai Shi's eyes with contempt.

Will shake people back and forth, can you do it, little brother?

Huai Shi didn't have time to ask what it was doing, and she was attracted by the figure on horseback.

incredible.

"Although I don't know what is going on, it seems that I have been drawn here to help...Are you asking for help, Huai Shi?"

On the white horse, Luo Xian's smile is sweet:

"Fight for you, Your Royal Highness."