War Paradise

The gladiatorial battles that used human lives to perform seemed to be dark enough. But only a few people know that there are darker secrets hidden in the Colosseum.

Below the Alexander Arena, in a dark basement, a slave with bruises and no complete skin on his body was chained to the center of the room. The screams almost overturned the stone ceiling:

"Don't... anymore... please..."

The sharp iron hook pierced his palm and lifted his long dislocated arms, but his body sank weakly, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

The slave's legs were amputated from the knees, and the wounds were still bleeding. Although he kept begging for mercy, the other man standing in the house obviously didn't let him off at all. He just looked at the scarred face of the slave with interest, as if staring at his own lover.

The man was wearing a gray tights, and his clothes were covered with spikes. He didn't wear a helmet, but a black leather mask that covered the upper half of his face. This outfit made him look a bit like an SM lover.

"I said, can you be quiet?"

The man said, squeezing the other's head, and pulled the slave's head off his neck directly, then pulled out a vertebrae of the slave and played with it in the palm of his hand.

The miserable howling finally stopped, and the slave who had a different head no longer struggled, just when the man picked up the iron tongs by the wall and was about to crush the slave's head. The wooden door behind him was roughly kicked open.

"Want to die? Don't disturb me..." The man in tights turned around and was about to curse, but saw that the "star player" in this arena appeared in front of the door:

"In the name of the master, I'm here to inform you." Ziegfei, the undead dragon slayer who was resurrected after his death, showed two red lights under his helmet: "There is a riot in the arena, and there are gladiators. Escaped, please dispose of them."

"Can't you go by yourself?" The man narrowed his eyes and stared at the black-clad knight in front of him, his voice full of impatientness: "The famous dragon slayer, Ziegfei, can't even solve this by himself? "

"I'm sorry, but I can't enter the street." Siegfried slightly lowered his head: "Undead gladiators must be approved to enter the street, or accompanied by the ‘Reaper’, otherwise it will be considered a violation of the rules."

The man frowned and looked at the iron tongs in his hand, threw the thing aside, pressed the knuckles of his right hand, and whispered, "Well...I will enjoy their lives."

...

With the exception of the Caesars Arena, where the gate was breached, there were uprisings in almost all arenas in this city. The fighters who were originally bound in the arena and could only face other gladiator opponents in the game, picked up one after another. The weapon followed the leader who launched the uprising and rushed out of the gate of the arena.

Just as Lin Chi had expected, all players who entered this Death competition had the magical skill of "life storage".

Needless to say, those leaders who lead other gladiators are players who have gained powerful power in a short time by absorbing lives!

"Go!"

The gladiators and slaves who had been enslaved for a long time followed the leader's steps, holding weapons picked from the soldiers' bodies, rushing into the nearby streets, and starting a bloody hand-to-hand battle with the soldiers who came to suppress them.

And the players who rushed to the forefront were the players who launched the uprising!

The "gatekeeper" who had just rushed out of the Alexandria Arena had slaughtered more than 30 people at this time, his attributes continued to be ascending at a steady speed, and he also gained a lot of new skills.

Although the attributes and special skills obtained from the killing can only last for five minutes, the gatekeeper knows very well that as long as he can maintain a "serial kill", he can always maintain the attribute value at a high state.

The guard soldiers in this map seem to be refreshed infinitely, killing one wave after another, which is endless.

If it is under normal conditions, facing this kind of situation of unlimited troop dispatch, of course it is more appropriate to escape. But after obtaining the "life storage", what the gatekeeper needs is a steady stream of soldiers.

By now, he had already understood the battle mode of the "Colosseum".

——In this map, there is no need to take into account the plot, because this is a "Sura Field" where players can kill and slaughter wildly!

"Hahahahaha!"

The red-eyed goalkeeper laughed loudly, the heavy hammer in his hand brought out a dark arc, and with the sound of breaking wind, he slammed a silver armored soldier on the head, and slammed the soldier who was 1.8 meters tall. It smashed into a puddle of mud on the ground, and there was no human-shaped mud at all.

The gatekeeper kicked another soldier who rushed forward, and his body rose into the air at an unscientific level, avoiding the crossbow arrows shot from behind.

He grabbed a short sword with his left hand, threw it in the direction where the crossbow arrow flew, and nailed it through the chest of a heavily armored warrior. Then he turned around and swung a heavy hammer to make a big sweep, smashing the two soldiers who had surrounded him into the air.

"Daddy...Kill you guys!"

The reminder that "you got your life" in the line of sight kept popping up all the time. The gatekeeper, who was already unstoppable, continued to stab forward with his warhammer, leaving only a large corpse wherever he went.

At the same time, similar killings were being carried out in every corner of the city called "The Colosseum". This already cruel gladiatorial city finally turned into the bloody The Underworld!

Under the slaughter of the players, hundreds of NPC soldiers died every second. Their blood gathered into a river and flowed into the sewers along the gaps on both sides of the street, staining the sewers dark red.

No one saw that the "Black-robed Reaper" who had resurrected the corpse in the arena before, now slowly moved forward in the sewer.

The suffocating smell of blood is permeating in the air around him. The Reaper slowly drifted through the sewer, stretched out his skinny claws, received a few drops of blood dripping from above, and then pressed his palms on the own mask.

The smiling skull under the black hood began to slowly be soaked in blood, and a creepy smile slowly appeared on the face of Death that was used as a mask by Lin Chi.

"here we go……"

A hoarse voice came from the skull. The god of death in the dark robe continued to move in the sewer, towards the center of the city, directly below the "Royal Colosseum".

The killing time has come. The whole city is full of corpses, blood is flowing into rivers, and countless undead are crying.

The time is ripe, it's time to finish...the final plan.

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