Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

Continuing the tradition of being an execution game, the most important point of the 100-man survival tournament that can only be held in the Colosseum is that there can only be one winner in the end.

Contestants can choose to form temporary alliances with others in order to improve their winning rate, but changes cannot be made and they will end up facing each other in the end.

Watching the contestants who formed a bond in the battle attack each other in the end is also one of the most popular scripts among the audience.

When only Attila and Lapland were left on the field, and the female fighter who followed Attila and had the most results so far.

The breathless audience began to look forward to this ending.

According to most people's ideas, the next script should involve Attila and the female fighter working together to send Lapland, who can run faster than a rabbit, out of the arena first.

Then a duel between mounted archers and lancers was staged.

Some viewers are already discussing in private whether Attila as a mounted archer will win, or whether a female fighter as a lancer will win.

Some people think that with the strength that Attila just showed off, relying on the range advantage is basically a sure win.

Someone immediately came up to refute that the female fighter, who had won an unknown number of times in various fighting competitions before, had a greater chance of winning in this type of duel.

However, before the audience could discuss the reason, the female fighter, who had defeated other enemies and rode towards Attila, and planned to solve Lapland with Attila, suddenly felt a crisis coming from around her.

Before she could react to the crisis, a precise and crisp blow landed on the back of her head.

Seeing that the female fighter who was supposed to be Attila's guard was knocked unconscious by Attila's sap, Ella couldn't help but look suspiciously at Milin who also liked to do this kind of thing and said:

"That stick was given to Attila by you, Admiral?"

"Of course not. It can only be said that Attila and I have a clear understanding."

In order to prove his innocence, Milin immediately took out his stick from the storage space.

"...I can only say that you are truly worthy of being a master and disciple?"

Although it was a bit far away, Ella couldn't see clearly, but she always felt that the stick in Milin's hand was similar to the one used by Attila to beat up friendly troops.

Lapland in the field was dizzy when he saw that he was knocked unconscious by Attila's sap, and there was also a strange phantom pain in the back of his head.

Lapland, who shook his head to throw away this illusion, walked ten meters away from Attila and said with a smile:

"So, you want to challenge me to a duel? Aren't you afraid that if you beat me, the Swordsman Tower will lose money?"

Faced with Lapland's provocation, Attila picked up the lance used by the friend who had just been stunned by him. Attila, who had switched from a mounted archer to a lancer, raised his lance and said to Lapland:

"Master has bet on me, you are the one who should admit defeat."

"Huh?" After hearing Attila's words, Lapland immediately raised his head and looked at Milin at the VIP table.

Noticing the look in Lapland's direction, Milin, who was smacking melon seeds, returned a "you know what" look.

"Yes, I seem to be restricted from betting."

Lapland suddenly realized that he had been restricted from betting because of too many match-fixings. If he hadn't used Milin's name when registering, he would have almost been banned.

"You know what to do." Attila's cold voice sounded in Lapland's ears.

"Do you want me to surrender?" Lapland said with a smile as he retracted his gaze.

"You can also try to struggle."

Attila, who had been pointing his gun at Lapland, finally showed a smile on his indifferent expression and said:

"But the outcome won't change."

"It is impossible to surrender. If I really surrender, I won't get any money for the bet I placed on you."

Lapland said with his hands on his waist and standing no more than ten meters away from Attila.

With Attila's horse control skills, this distance can be said to be close in an instant.

"Then resist, I'm looking forward to it." Attila said while keeping a smile.

"...No, I regret it." Looking at Attila's appearance, Lapland, who had originally planned to pretend to surrender, suddenly didn't want to do that anymore.

"Then come." Attila controlled the horse to take a few steps back in a chivalrous manner. Lapland did not rush over immediately. He seemed to be waiting for the unarmed Lapland to pick up a weapon.

However, Lapland did not pick up the weapon, but raised his head and looked at the VIP seat again, shouting to Milin:

"Swordsman Tower! I'm going to be serious! Don't blame me if you lose money!"

Attila, who did not expect Lapland to inform Milin first, also looked at Milin subconsciously.

Although he knew that Lapland would cause trouble, Milin, who also didn't expect to come out like this, shook his head speechlessly.

Noticing that he had suddenly become the focus of the audience's attention because of Lapland's voice, Milin, who was being watched by thousands of pairs of eyes, thought for a moment and raised his hand in a thumbs up.

Then turn the direction so that your thumb points toward the ground.

The audience, which had been a little noisy because they had waited for a long time but did not wait for the battle between Attila and Lapland to start, suddenly burst out into overwhelming shouts because of Milin's action.

Although most of the audience did not know who Milin was, who was dressed as a military consul, nor did they know who the two little girls in the venue were.

But the gesture of Milin meant the same thing both in Rome and in the Empire.

Fight to the death! It’s a life and death fight in which only one person can survive!

Perhaps simple shouts were no longer enough to vent the excitement of the audience. The small wooden signs used for betting were also thrown high into the sky by the audience and thrown into the Colosseum.

The "actors" who were lying on the ground pretending to be dead also got up amidst the shouts of the audience, and dragged the other contestants who had really fainted out of the venue while peeing.

The large Colosseum, which can accommodate thousands of people fighting, was given to Attila and Lapland, who were about to start a life-and-death battle.

"Hey!! Admiral, what are you doing?" Ella, who also knew what Milin's gesture meant, said quickly.

"Don't worry, they won't really kill you." Milin said with a smile.

"But..." Ella wanted to say that according to tradition, if there is no distinction between life and death in a life-and-death fight, the loser will also be killed.

At least that was the rule in another Roman Empire Colosseum.

"Who will kill?" Milin asked Ella.

"Yes..." Ailan suddenly remembered that according to this rule, the execution of the loser was also done by the consul who gave the thumbs up, that is, Milin.

In other words, as long as Attila and Lapland really don't kill each other, they won't really decide about life or death.

"So it's good to let Attila give Lapland a good beating."

Milin looked like he had been grudged against the naughty boy for a long time.

Lapland, who seemed to be very satisfied with Milin's action and looked back at Attila, laughed wildly.

Attila, who knew what Milin's gesture meant, also stopped smiling, and a faint golden light emitted from the arm holding the lance.

"Are you serious?" Lapland saw the golden light flashing on the lance in Attila's hand and laughed, "Then I am serious too!"

After saying that, Lapland took a deep breath, raised his head and "oohed".

Amidst this "oow" sound, the cloak made of a whole wolf skin that Lapland had been wearing since the beginning of the fight became brighter and brighter.

When the bright light completely enveloped Lapland's figure, a wolf howl could be heard directly over the cheers of thousands of spectators in the Colosseum, and even half of the imperial capital could hear it.

Holo, who was helping Milin organize the cultural relics in the Chamber of Commerce, was slightly startled, and quickly opened another cabinet and started rummaging through it.

"What's wrong?" Lawrence, who was sorting out these cultural relics with Holo, asked quickly.

"That kid... stole our wolf skin!" Holo said helplessly as she looked at the messy cabinet.

"Wolfskin?" Lawrence asked doubtfully.

"It's the wolf skin we used to pad the box." Holo said.

"Ah, um..." Lawrence's expression changed as he immediately realized what Holo was talking about.

"That's the wolf skin we shed when we were still wolf gods." Holo puffed up her cheeks, as if she was very angry at a certain naughty kid stealing things.

When Holo expressed her anger, the bright light that almost blinded people in the Colosseum also disappeared amidst the high-pitched howling of wolves.

What appeared in front of people's eyes was a giant wolf that looked like a small house.

"Admiral...did you foresee this scene?" Aila asked Milin speechlessly as she watched Lapland transform into a giant wolf.

"Definitely not..." Milin immediately shook his head.

Oh my god, can Lapland in this world really transform into a giant wolf?

But it seems like it’s the wolfskin cloak!

Milin subconsciously thought of Holo's former wolf god.

"Can Attila defeat Lapland like this?" Ella, who knew Milin would have this reaction, sighed and asked.

"It should be possible..." Milin said in an uncertain tone.

When Milin was struggling because he lost his temper and went berserk, a shattering sound that only Attila and Lapland, who had turned into a giant wolf, could hear was heard.

A ring disappeared, causing a thin layer of golden lightning to burst out.

Attila, wrapped in golden lightning, stood in front of the giant wolf on a horse, just like the thunder god Odin descending.

"...Is this how the pure source stone is used??" Milin said a little strangely, looking at Attila who was being judged by the force... which should still be regarded as being shrouded in the judgment of the force.

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden thunder god riding a horse collided with Fenrir's giant wolf.

The overwhelming cheers resounded once again in the Colosseum.