communion

Cantrera ran in the wilderness, the road in front of him became narrower and narrower, and finally turned into a dead end with a width of one person. Looking up along the rock wall almost perpendicular to the ground, the sky was dark red as if it had sucked blood.He hesitated for a moment, then drank the potion in his hand.

The reagent bottle rolled twice on the ground, revealing the label - C3024 Sky.

The huge wings rushed to the sky, rising to the end of the sky, touching some invisible membrane, and then upward, spinning, and Cantrella's feet touched the solid ground again.

"Help me." A blood-stained hand grabbed Cantrella's ankle, and the pale-faced boy was as angry as he was.

"I'm sorry." Cantrella looked into his eyes, "I can't save you."

When the young man, or half of the young man heard the reply, the vitality in his eyes gradually dissipated, his hands hang down weakly, and he died completely.

Not far away is the lower body of the boy, on which a "person" is crouching to eat, and the ground is scattered with bloodstains and internal organ fragments left by crawling all the way.

Cantrella took a step forward, the soles of his shoes rubbed against the gravel ground and made a slight noise, the "man" immediately raised his head, looked in Cantrella's direction, hissed "ho ho", and said the thing In fact, it is very difficult to become a "human". Although it retains the general outline of a human being, its whole body is rotten and pale, without hair, and its eyes and ears have degenerated into holes. Its mouth is full of sharp teeth—what's more exaggerated is that it has a pair of arms on both sides of its body, and it is holding a section of intestines at this time.

It looked at Cantrella quietly, grinning, and rushed towards Cantrella extremely quickly with a foul-smelling wind.

Cantrella sat up abruptly, and the night outside the window was still so thick that it couldn't melt away. The weather in early autumn was already a bit cold, but Cantrella's chest seemed to be burned by a raging fire—this indicated that his emotions had reached a critical value.

"Angry?" Cantrella murmured, and unbuttoned his shirt—as expected, the monster in his chest was agitated, and its wanton movements could be seen through the flesh, as if it would pierce its body in the next second, strangling its prey with its teeth and claws. .

Cantrera pressed his chest and took a deep breath, "Calm down, I will take you to the arena tomorrow."

The restlessness of the monster can only be calmed by blood.

"Aren't you going to the Holy See today?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah." César put down the teacup, showing a faint smile, "I'm going to see him."

"I want to go too!" Rachel said eagerly.

"Don't worry, maybe he will come back with me today." César put on his windbreaker and prepared to go out.

"Really?" Rachel showed a big smile, "Do I need to prepare anything?"

"Please be ready for a sweet death at any time." Cesare said meaningfully, "Can it be done?"

"Of course!"

Sunrise Boulevard, March Hare Club.

This place is an arena built by the aristocrats of the upper city for fun and investment—the devil knows why years of wars still can’t satisfy them, and they need to spend money to build such a thing. In the March Hare, you can see any kind of fighting— —Man and man, beast and beast, man and beast, everything is available. In addition to slaves, people who do anything to make money, and desperadoes—such as Cantrella.

The door of the club is the bloody mouth of the March Hare, and the two rabbit teeth on the top of the door are like guillotines that will fall on the guillotine at any time, blurring the boundary between death and comedy.

What Cantrella participated in was the morning session, which is also called "morning tea" by the nobles. The air smelled of tea, desserts, tobacco, aromatherapy and blood, which was extravagant and brutal.

"Here you are," said the one-eyed man at the gate. "Which game are you going to play? Tarantula."

"Of course it's the most dangerous one." Cantrella put his hands in his pockets and showed a wicked smile to the gatekeeper.

"Okay." The one-eyed man nodded, "After the comedy break, it's your turn."

When Cantrella entered the arena, he saw the end of the inter-stage comedy. The young slave in shackles was slaughtered by the lion, his head was separated, and blood was splattered everywhere. The moment the slave died, the audience boiled, ma'am They hid their faces with feather fans, startled and laughed, the male nobles in the front row laughed, bit the cookie in half with one bite, and the crumbs splashed everywhere.

Cantrera couldn't understand this kind of scene very much, and he was so disgusted by last night's dream that the evil smile on his face disappeared, and he waited coldly to play.

"Ladies and gentlemen." The host with a mustache announced cheerfully, "The relaxed and happy break is over! The following is today's thrilling duel, let us invite you - the mysterious tarantula and the warrior Invincible Dragon Titan!"

"Dragon!" The audience shouted loudly, "Dragon! Come! Tear up the tarantula!"

"Giant dragon! Giant dragon! Giant dragon!" There were waves of voices.

"Most of them are people who haven't seen your duel." One Eye obviously didn't want to lose this fierce fighter who could win huge bets for the March Hare, "Don't take it to heart."

"It doesn't matter." Cantrella stretched his muscles and said casually: "As long as it makes me feel refreshed, I will be very happy."

Titan is a man suffering from gigantism, his figure is like an iron tower - he is more than two meters tall, covered in muscles, with a fierce face and bulging eyes. Cantrella is as thin and small as a piece of paper in front of him, so fragile one strike.

The trumpets sounded, and the gladiatorial fight began.

Titan took the lead and swung a heavy punch, which was almost avoided by Cantrella, which brought a full visual impact to the audience, and the guardrail even deformed under Titan's blow.

The cheers from the audience became louder and louder, and people continued to place bets on the Titans, sincerely and earnestly hoping that Cantrella would be killed sooner.

Cantrera sneered, he would never refuse wealth, in order to get more dividends, he decided to make a move later, dexterously dodging the attack of the titan, as if playing with a little wolf dog, time passed by every minute and every second In the past, Tai Tan was obviously exhausted, the speed of his fists slowed down, and the cheers from the audience gradually faded.

it's time.

Cantrella dodged Titan's fist sideways, jumped up and kicked on Titan's back. Although Cantrella was handsome and didn't look muscular, his explosive power was terrifyingly strong. Even if he was strong For example, Tai Tan was also kicked by him and staggered back a few steps. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the enemy's unsteady standing, Cantrella used his own weight to push him down to the ground, grabbed Tai Tan's chin and leaned back forcefully, "click" With a sound, when he let go again, Tai Tan's head hit the ground, and he lost his life.

There was a moment of silence, and the audience suddenly burst into cheers, as well as the crisp sound of money falling into the tray.

"Tarantulas! Tarantulas! Tarantulas!" the crowd yelled, oblivious to the fact that they were huge Titans fans not so long ago.

"It's boring." Cantrella muttered, "I hope this effect can last for a week."

Glancing casually across the auditorium, Cantrera froze for a moment—he met a pair of pale blue eyes—and recognized César in spite of the mask.

Feeling relieved for no reason, and feeling a little better, Cantrella uncharacteristically stepped off the arena and walked gracefully to the auditorium—like a poisonous spider preparing to strangle its prey.

The auditorium fell silent in an instant. Several ladies near Cantrella couldn't help but blush after seeing his face clearly, and some people avoided them out of fear—Cantrella couldn't see them anymore. He went straight to César, with both hands Supporting him on the back of the chair, he tilted his head and smiled, "Does it look good?"