Arad's crooked savior

"This was my old home, and it seems that someone else lives here now." Siatt introduced, her tone a little sad, because it was the place where she grew up.

Weitalun is probably located in an excellent location on the third ring road. It is a rather lavish and luxurious mansion. There are two majestic sculptures of soldiers and mercenaries standing in front of the door. The house is tall and beautifully decorated.

The eldest lady's father is an earl noble, and he is the same military dignitary as Duke Conard. He comes from a family of warriors, which is different from ordinary honorary nobles.

For example, the upstart Earl of Barn in the empire actually only has a knighthood in his hands.

"Although I hate Emperor Lyon very much, I also admit that his militarized management system is indeed excellent. If he is willing to guard the country's borders and concentrate on developing people's livelihood, he may really be a wise king and be famous for eternity." Shia Te commented.

Of course, all this is based on the premise of "if".

Sending people to burn the Grand Forest, exterminating the elves, transfer experiments, magic gun experiments, magic warrior experiments, the Imperial Research Institute... none of them resulted in bones all over the ground, countless dead, and the horror was horrific.

Mo Mei, who is holding an oil-paper umbrella, is wearing an elegant and classic cheongsam. She is quite poetic when strolling leisurely, like a girl wandering in the rain alley, sad and confused.

Ye Lin cooperated and took out his camera, leaving a beautiful scene at this moment.

"Shh~"

Mo Mei suddenly made a gesture, indicating that someone was lying down behind the red lacquered wood door and eavesdropping. They did not deliberately lower their voices when they spoke, mainly because they felt that the sound of rain was also very noisy.

A wisp of thought energy quietly penetrated the crack of the door, and instantly turned into an extremely tough silk thread, tightly binding the eavesdropper.

The tied person was also a woman. She was tightly bound with Nianqi, and her figure was very plump. She wore a red patterned mask on her face and had burgundy hair.

Judging from her high-end indigo clothes and the fact that she lives in Hiatt's original home, she should be a noble of high status in the Delos Empire.

"Tsk, Beatrice?" Siatt raised her eyebrows slightly. She recognized this woman. She used to be the talker who managed the Empire Arena and had fought with Ludmila.

One of Emperor Lyon's hobbies is the weekly bloody competition, and he will basically never miss it.

But later the arena was destroyed by the eldest lady with a sword, and Beatrice was effectively unemployed.

"It's you!"

The eyes behind Qianying's sunglasses erupted with intense killing intent. The white teeth and obsidian slung on his slim waist were instantly unsheathed. The raindrops falling from the sky formed some kind of bleak and cold realm. Every drop of rain There seems to be transparent ghostly threads involved.

Every experimental subject who has experienced the Imperial Arena will be familiar with the red patterned mask on Beatrice's face, her aloof indifference, and the perspective of the fighter's life as ridiculous as a piece of cake.

If her adoptive father Crowell hadn't falsely conveyed the order and took away her batch of experimental subjects at that time, I'm afraid her fate would have been to fight the monsters and die somewhere.

Secret Technique: Rainy Night Finale!

Hundreds of millions of falling raindrops seemed to freeze in an instant, but Qianying's figure suddenly disappeared completely from the field of vision, and the boundless cold murderous aura swept over the sky and covered every corner.

Beatrice's eyes widened. She suddenly saw that Qianying's attacking posture was reflected in a drop of stagnant rain in front of her eyes. The opponent was behind her!

The aura of coming death inspired her strong survival instinct, and the power of the legendary realm exploded, faintly destabilizing an area and forming a small earthquake that affected the entire city.

Turning around, a dagger of legendary quality fell from Beatrice's sleeves, and she was about to stab Qianying's snow-white neck first. However, in the next moment, her hair stood on end and her scalp was about to explode.

The stagnant raindrops behind her also reflected Qianying's appearance, or in other words, the millions of raindrops falling here and now, each drop may be the direction of Qianying's attack on her.

This kind of power is the origin level above the legend? !

Grain shackles

The shocking thought was just a flash of lightning. Beatrice panicked and shouted: "I can help you, Siatt."

Buzz!

The void roared softly, and the red mask on Beatrice's face quietly cracked into neat square pieces like rice grains. It can be expected that if this blow hit perfectly, she would never have a chance to survive, not even a finger. Not even a body the size of a head can be left behind.

Under the mask, there is a face slightly scarred by time. There are some crow's feet at the corners of the eyes, but the charm is still there. The skin is very fair and has a ladylike temperament, but there is still fear.

However, Qianying's angry blows could not be eliminated as she wished. Although she mastered the "sword sheathing technique" that Siatt envied, not all moves could be contained and dissipated.

Therefore, the eldest lady was just introducing everyone to her childhood home, which was quite sad and emotional. The place she deliberately avoided when fighting Ozma was mercilessly slashed by Qianying's sharp sword energy, and there was a rumbling sound. turned into ruins.

Siatt: My childhood(￢_￢)......

It was quite difficult to forcefully reverse the direction of the attack. Qianying held the long knife Obsidian and panted slightly. The tight leather jacket that perfectly fit the body curves made her seductive figure look even more enchanting.

"Ahem." Qianying turned away slightly embarrassed.

The intense fighting attracted the attention of the city guards, and the team quickly evacuated.

Due to the serious injury of Earl Barn in the attack and the various random appearances of Astros in the city, the patrol frequency of the Vetalon guards was three times higher than before.

Of course, it's useless. The experimental subjects are still acting with purpose, and no one can control Astros.

"Beatriz, if you are full of ink and nonsense, I will feed you to Astra." Qianying's white and slender fingers tapped Astra's head. Since the other party recognized her identity, then Just be a little bit better.

Astra, who was dozing on Sophie's shoulder, could transform into a super predator dragon form. It was no secret in the Arad continent.

At one time, some people in the heavenly realm thought that the general had turned Dragon King Bakar into a pet.

Astra opened her mouth, it was bloody, her teeth were very sharp, and they glowed coldly. It seemed that she was cooperating with Qianying's threat, but in fact she was just dozing off.

It doesn’t like to chew humanoid creatures that are all bones. Isn’t it delicious to eat beef thighs covered with sauce?

"I am the manager of the Imperial Arena. I have all the competition lists for all years and I can find them." Beatrice said concisely and concisely. This is a very important piece of information.

Before the Empire Arena was destroyed, the weekly bloody competition was a spectator game that the nobles enjoyed endlessly. No matter how many members participated at the time, only one person would survive in the end.

In order to attract His Majesty's attention and obtain rewards, or for the pure pleasure of killing, the noble lords from all over Delos will use a series of hypocritical reasons such as "to offset taxes, provide job opportunities, and recruit them as private soldiers" to take away people in their territories. children.

Except for a small number of people who cannot afford to raise children because of poor conditions, most families actually still hold on to a thought called "expectation."

My child is serving the benevolent lord, and one day he will return to his hometown in glory and glory.

The craze for the Imperial Arena only started six or seven years ago. The time is neither long nor short. It is just enough time for a young and ignorant boy to grow into an upright young man.

However, the list in Beatrice's hands is the cruel reality. Only more than fifty people can survive in the Imperial Arena every year, and the rest are dead.

And for those who have gone through layers of selection and testing before entering the final arena, who knows how many lives they have stepped on to get there.

"This may be an excellent trigger. Tell the truth to the parents whose children were taken away. Your children are already dead. The idea that they were used as private soldiers is a lie." Ye Lin looked at Bei lightly. Yatorizzi, the Imperial Arena was the trigger, and she came at the right time.