Alien Knights

Sitting on the haystack in the prison cell, with his knees on his elbows, his fingers crossed, his chin on his knuckles, Todd looked at Boyle's already cold body and fell into deep thought.

He knew how ugly his face must be now, how ugly it must be.

The original plan: rescue Boyle tonight and learn about Aisha's whereabouts from him. Find the latter again, take these two with you, and find a suitable place in the southern part of the northern border to establish an outpost.

Boyle is in charge of the internal affairs of the camp, Aisha guards the sea passage, and Muxi Kingdom is in charge of material support.

That's exactly what was planned.

However, there was a major accident at the first step.

As the candidate for the leader of the puppet regime of the Muxi Kingdom, Boyle died in this small and dark cell because of his injuries.

Inserting his fingers deeply into his hair, Todd opened his eyes wide, looked frustrated, and sighed heavily: Did the Goddess of Fortune take a fancy to me? Or have I provoked someone with a very low luck value recently?

Exhaling towards the roof, Todd said to himself: What should I do next?

Boyle is dead, and it doesn't make any sense to stay here.

The best choice right now is to leave here immediately and find another way.

But Todd is really not reconciled. Muxi Kingdom's strategy on the northern border is the result of repeated discussions between him and Emerson. Boyle has a high reputation among the barbarian tribes, leads many followers, and has many strongholds that are growing. He is the best candidate to resist the Kingdom of Ulster and the Kingdom of Connacht.

Moreover, there was another reason that lingered in his mind.

Todd felt sympathy for Boyle's dying words.

A leader was still thinking about his people before he died. At the moment he begged for help, Todd seemed to see himself a few years ago in Boyle.

Recalling the Path of Sighs that he visited during the day, Todd shivered at the thousands of slaves buried alive.

If someone found Boyle's death tomorrow morning, his clansmen would surely end up in the same tragic end.

Standing up, holding his right elbow with his left hand and touching the bridge of his nose with his right hand, Todd kept circling around the cell, thinking hard about possible countermeasures.

The long night passed slowly, and the east gradually became white.

There was the sound of the morning bell, and Todd, who had been thinking hard all night, stared at Boyle's body, and a crazy idea was spinning in his mind.

The idea was so brainy (lou) hole (dong) big (bai) open (chu) that Todd himself was a little hesitant. But time is running out. If you miss the present, you may not have such an opportunity in the future.

Thinking of this, Todd no longer hesitated, and began to take off Boyle's clothes. (Editor's note: Not what you think.)

Putting Boyle's clothes on himself, Todd began to observe every scar, birthmark, mole and tattoo on the other person's body.

Using the shaping ability gifted by Clarence, Todd changed the shape of the skin and fat in his body while observing the man on the ground.

The shape of the face gradually changes, the color of the skin becomes darker, and the imprints are copied one by one.

Half an hour later, Todd had completely changed into Boyle's appearance.

Standing up straight, and comparing it with the deity on the ground, Todd nodded in satisfaction, then frowned and shook his head.

The shape ability can change the soft tissue and fatty connective of the creature, but it can't reshape the bone.

Boyle is about thirty years old and about 177 cm tall. Todd is eighteen years old (different world age), 171 cm tall. If you observe carefully, you can still tell the difference from the size of the two.

But at this juncture, there is no way to take care of so much.

Putting his own clothes on Boyle's body, Todd used the soil control ability to turn the prison ground into soft quicksand.

Watching Boyle's body slowly being swallowed by the earth, Todd took out a silver coin from his pocket, put it on the boy's chest, and said quietly: I can't promise you before you are alive; after you die, I will try my best to fulfill your last wish.

The hero was buried in mud and sand, and the last place he lived in became his cemetery.

Todd re-solidified and leveled the soft sand and stone with supernatural powers, making it look like the original ground; then he walked to the corner of the cell, scraped away the haystack, and buried his belongings, especially the Amber Stone presented by Leviathan, in the ground.

After doing all this, Todd sat cross-legged on the ground and began to think about the next countermeasures.

This morning there will be Boyle's gladiatorial display.

It is said to be a performance, but it is actually equivalent to execution.

The Kingdom of Ulster has always had the most brutal and harsh attitude towards rebels.

The most important task right now is to win this gladiatorial battle. If they win, Boyle and his people may have a chance, and Muxi Kingdom's northern strategy can be implemented smoothly; but if they lose, everyone will die.

So, victory is a must, but another question arises - how can we win without flaws?

In the final analysis, Boyle is just an ordinary person with a slightly higher force value and no supernatural powers, and he has been tortured for several days. His current state should be weak and his combat effectiveness is extremely low.

Having said that, there are three points that should be noted.

The first point, in order to prevent others from questioning their identity, all abilities with light and sound effects cannot be used.

For example, Enfeeble and Crack that emit a dim light, Earth Control that can manipulate the earth, and Metal Skin that can turn skin into metal. The only ones that can be used to a limited extent are abilities that won't attract the attention of others, such as see-through, hawk eye, regeneration, pain resistance, strength enhancement, and speed.

The second point is that the monster form must never be used. Todd, who transformed into a monster, can indeed defeat most of the enemies, but this will inevitably expose his identity and attract a lot of attention. If such a situation really happens, not to mention the exposure of identity, there may even be unexpected strong enemies coming to the door.

The last point is to try my best to perform. He had once heard Rachel introduce Boyle's life, and Todd had a certain understanding of this northern man. What he needed to do now was to act out Boyle's love and righteousness, to act out his wit and bravery, and of course, the most important thing was to act out the strengths that fit this role.

Just as Todd was trying to figure out the role, there was a sound of footsteps at the end of the prison corridor.

A ring director, and two Ulster soldiers approach Boyle's cage.

When the former saw the prisoner breaking loose and sitting on the ground with a calm face, he couldn't help being startled.

How did you untie these ropes?! (Northern)

Todd, who couldn't understand the Northland language, cast a cold glance at him according to the pre-conceived plan, and played out Boyle's rebelliousness.

The supervisor was furious, opened the cell door with a key, pulled out the wooden stick he carried with him, and hit Todd hard on the back.

Todd, who had been transformed by a tyrant in the Kingdom of Shadows, such an attack was like tickling for him.

But the whole play was about to be performed, Todd let out a scream, fell to his knees, and curled up weakly.

You bastard who doesn't know good and bad, today is your death day! (Northern dialect)

The director who breathed a sigh of relief, in a good mood, gave another kick to Todd on the ground, and then winked at the soldiers behind him.

Two soldiers from the Kingdom of Ulster supported Todd, one on the left and one on the right, and dragged him towards the arena.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, there were nearly 3,000 spectators sitting in the huge venue.

There are two reasons why so many people gather here. One is because the king of Ulster is here today to watch the wrestling in person; the other is because the well-known rebel leader——Boyle, will use the way of wrestling here today to decide his fate.

As the king of Ulster rang the bell, a warrior stumbled out of the gladiator's gate.

There was a burst of discussion in the audience.

This is that Boyle? Isn't it rumored that he should be five meters tall, with arms like a wine barrel, and a fireball?

Look at his body, he's as thin as a skinless mouse!

What is he wearing? Leather armor? Looking at the color, could it be an antique left over from the era of the ancient gods? Haha!

And the sword in his hand! Look at the color, it's made of wood?!

Standing in the center of the arena, Todd looked around and saw Rachel in the crowd glaring at him at a glance.

Not long ago, Todd had spent two seconds in the real world and ten minutes in soul space explaining his plan to Rachel.

After this, Todd spent another full hour calming down Rachel's anger.

The host's voice from the arena interrupted Todd's thoughts: Today's duel is a peak duel!

Today's gladiator is the vicious and brutal leader of the rebel army—Boyle! He once single-handedly defeated the head of the Kingdom's Madezi Army, and led the rebel army to conquer the prison of Madaya...

Listening to the host's introduction of past deeds one by one, Todd realized that Boyle had done so many great things and had such a great influence in the entire northern border.

As for the gladiator's opponent! It's the well-known... Skinner!

A strong man with a height of two meters slowly walked in from the other side of the arena. He was wearing armor made of human skin, holding a clumsy but sharp sickle in his hand, and a circle of shriveled human heads hanging around his waist.

A demon from the northern jungle! Nineteen gladiatorial fights without defeat! He is every opponent's nightmare! He is also an undefeated legend of the Red Circle!

Seeing this gigantic giant slowly walking in front of him, Todd looked at the human skin and head with disgust on his face.

In the name of the king, I declare that the gladiatorial battle begins!

Before the words fell, the skinner launched an attack first.

The huge sickle cut towards Todd's shoulder.

The latter instinctively made a defensive counterattack action: first he turned sideways to avoid the attack, then stretched out his legs and kicked, and finally jumped backwards, opening the distance between the two.

However, Todd forgot one thing.

With this kick, he kicked the opponent, kicking the two-meter-tall giant into the air, and gliding backwards for more than ten meters.

Because of this kick, the entire arena suddenly became silent.

Hearing the sound of exclamation and breathing from the stands, Todd grinned, his face completely showing an expression of accidentally smashing an antique.

He looked at the opponent who was struggling on the ground, stuck out his tongue, and said in a low voice: I'll fuck it, the strength seems to be stronger...