I Became an Anonymous Boss

No matter how underestimated it is, it will always be numb from the constant show and fall below the lower limit.

Shirataki really felt sympathy for Shadow at this moment.

Shadow is the only person in this world who can show him off like this... half man, half dog.

When Shirataki was about to continue grilling, he suddenly noticed something strange, turned his palm over, and the golden relic in his palm lit up, and transferred all the time including the grilling stove to Mount Sumeru.

At the same time, an irregular rhythm began around.

He found that his body began to sink, as if he had fallen into a quagmire and was shackled by an invisible force. This was a transfer formation fixed in a cage, and a bloody and dry breath came from the other end.

A moment of weightlessness came.

Shirataki opened his eyes and found himself in the same cage, but the surrounding space became very narrow, from a relatively spacious single-person apartment to a Japanese-style three-step hotel.

There are unbreakable walls on the left and right behind, and a criss-cross steel fence in front of you. You can see through the gaps. In front of you is a wide sand field. The air is full of gunpowder smoke, sand and bloody smell.

On a piece of yellow sand, there are many dry bones scattered.

The only light source here is located above the head, a lamp burning with scarlet light, and under the light is a circular killing field.

Naturally, Shirataki was not the only one locked in the cage, there were others. There were many cages in the ring-shaped killing field.

Among them are many prisoners whose eyes reflect the scarlet light source. Some are calm, some are indifferent, some are eager to try, and some are panicked and fearful.

"Huh..."

When Shirataki saw the venue, he could imagine what kind of plot would happen next.

……

Execution arena.

One of the special buildings in Town Demon Prison, this is one of the fixed facilities built a long time ago.

In essence, it is a place for fighting and duels. There are many kinds of people participating in this kind of gladiatorial fighting, and the composition is relatively complicated.

The builders of this past were the Witch God Sect and the Great Zhou Dynasty, and gladiatorial fighting was the supreme sacrifice for these inhumane people.

Of course, if you become the champion in the end, it is not impossible to be free.

In the storyline of Doom Eternal, Duke Doom was dealt with by the Yajin people according to the law when he passed through hell and came to another world. Sinners among humans, beasts and other creatures fight and fight, and finally gain freedom and become noble night guards... Stories always have something in common. This execution arena itself is by no means something that good people would build, but in the past It has not been enabled for a long time.

At this time it has been opened for the fourth time in the last 100 years.

The Red Devil sat on the top of the arena, looking down, holding a red wine glass in his hand, slowly shaking it.

He took a sip of the bright red liquid in the wine glass.

Gorefiend needs a huge hostility to develop, and hostility alone is not enough, it also needs a large number of sacrifices from the dead. This is a patient process.

Once the blood demon is refined, the holder will not only increase in strength, but also get an indestructible body.

This is also one of the two necessary and sufficient conditions that centipedes have spent many years refining.

It's a pity that there will always be problems at critical moments, and the Red Devils have a different heart.

The me of yesterday is not the me of today, and the me of tomorrow is not the me of the day after tomorrow.

I have betrayed myself, in the Ganges.

No one wants to be pasted and copied, and they have to press CTRL+V several times.

The Red Devil was unwilling to die like this, so he gradually became anxious.

He has opened the arena three times, which lasted for a week, and determined three extremely powerful murderers, all of whom are frightening demons at the level of heroes.

Originally, the Red Devil only needed to sit here quietly and watch the results of the fight below, but now he is caught in a tangle instead.

Because the Blue Devils really sent the 'Soul Separation Grass'.

"This woman actually gave me grass." The Red Devil was lost in thought: "She should be aware of the importance of the Soul Separation Grass. Now that she is acting uncharacteristically, she must have come up with some crooked idea, planning to use me to attack the old man Green Devil?"

He knocked on the table with his fingers, and then sneered: "But so what, I just gave me a big gift for nothing! Although there is only one serving of grass, it is a good thing to give grass. If you get free grass, at least you can make a cup of grass God Gu!"

The Red Devil waved his hand, and the sound immediately spread to the entire arena.

"This is the execution arena!"

He looked down at all the prisoners below and opened his mouth to announce the rules.

"In this execution arena, only one person can get out alive in the end!"

"The rules here are very simple, only two rules!"

"Rule number one, one-on-one!"

"The second rule, only one can live!"

It doesn't wait for the prisoners in the cage to fully understand this rule.

"Let's begin, this is the first gladiatorial fight!" The Red Demon grinned and said, "I hope that one of you can come to me alive, and I will give that person the supreme reward!"

Compared with any verbal explanation, perhaps a straightforward demonstration can help people understand these two simple but deadly rules.

The lanterns burning with scarlet flames cast light, and the light flowed rapidly, and finally one of them stopped on the cage where Shirataki was.

He was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect that he would be the first to appear on the scene.

This kind of competition system is very likely to be a game of wheels, so naturally it is better to appear later.

My luck is really not very good, is it influenced by someone?

He watched the cage open in front of him, adjusted his mood a little, and walked out with a stern expression on his face.

I don't know who my opponent will be, so let's make a concave shape first, put on a master posture, and don't be weak.

Most of the people who can enter the Demon Town Prison are famous demons. Even though they have been weak for many years, they still retain the level of a large Qiuqiu, right?Maybe it's the level of King Qiuqiu Rock Helm, or Wild Boar King?

There is no difference, it is seconds anyway~

Shirataki thought so, the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

And let you see what is called the full-scale vicissitudes of the sky.

Then he saw a familiar figure coming out of another cage.

Good news - not people.

The bad news - it's the shadow.

Shirataki: "emmmmm..."

He deeply felt that he had indeed been infected with bad luck, and no matter how high an EQ was, it would not work at such a time.

Shadow tremblingly leaned on the wall and walked out of the cage, looking at the battlefield with yellow sand floating around, trembling every two steps, and turning his head every three steps.

He didn't expect that he was unlucky enough to win the first round.

It's like drawing a lottery from the heavens. When you open it, you find that you misunderstood a word, and it's the lottery from heaven.

He felt that he was really going to heaven, the kind of soul soaring.

Shadow himself has a few catties and a few ounces, and he knows it all too well in his heart. He has a lot of skills, such as running for life, being cute, making jokes, climbing trees, digging birds, diving into the water, catching fish, surviving in the wild, talking cross talk, and working part-time. Laundry mending is okay, winter and summer homework assignments are okay, and going to jail together is okay, but only "Ganren" can't!

In addition to not being able to fight, he almost used all the emergency skills he can point.

But what kind of people are in this town of devil prison?Could that be a decent person?Who the hell would be caught here!

Even the big magician who had a good chat with Shadow a few days ago is also a murderous master and a flower picker.

He is called Mr. Dongli.

Shadow thinks that such a person deserves more than a death sentence, and is totally unworthy of sympathy.

...and what about myself?Am I worthy of death?

In the short distance of a few steps, Shadow looked back on his short first half of his life, and found that he seemed to be... not doing much.

He finally mustered up the courage to look at his opponent, thinking about how he would end his unremarkable life.

Even if you really can't beat it, even if you really are treated as experience balls and beaten into small biscuits!

At least be a hunk at the end, rua said ruthlessly!

Then when he raised his head, the determination in his eyes melted immediately.

It's like a stream of spring water flowing westward.

...Ah, it's the boss...

……I am dead……

Shirataki stood in the middle of the battlefield, with his hands crossed over his chest, shaking his legs impatiently, with 'your mother' type of stinking words written all over his face.

He saw the rich expression changes in the shadow. He was a little happy at first, then turned into gray despair, and finally turned into the bitterness of "bring me a last word" and "after this battle is over, I will get married at home." Have fun.

Shadow was about to speak, but was interrupted by Shirataki.

"Can I say a last word?" Shadow cast a look of unrequited love in the next life.

"Impossible." Shirataki said mercilessly.

"Don't be so cruel!" Shadow said, "Just one word."

"If you keep your mouth shut, maybe you won't die, but when you open your mouth, you might really die." Bai Taki rolled his eyes: "It's urgent, I don't have time to laugh at you slowly." Yin Rumi: "Since only one person can get out alive, it means that only one of us can stay in this battlefield, and I can let you stay."

"What's the use of that?" Shadow continued to live without love: "Next time, I will die as well."

Shirataki spat out two words: "Not necessarily."

"Can I still rescue it?" Shadow asked tentatively.

"Try it, it doesn't cost money anyway."

"Others try to ask for money, you try to kill yourself." Shadow gritted his teeth: "You say, I will cooperate! Anyway, my bad life is given to Mr. Bai!"

Shirataki said disgustedly: "You don't have to, you can keep it for yourself."

"Boss Bai! Don't hurt people like this!" Shadow covered his lips, almost shedding sad tears.

"Stop talking nonsense, what moves do you have, use them against me." Shirataki scolded.

"Ah?" Shadow was stunned: "But my moves are very weak."

"Then use the most majestic move! Try to look as cruel as possible!" Bai Taki stared: "Hurry up!"

"But I'm afraid..."