The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

"Next, please enter the final venue!"

After the preliminary round and the promotion round, there were still four sub-venues for competition. In the end, a total of 16 people made it to the end of the gladiatorial competition. What is amazing is that all the magicians were defeated, and the 15 shortlisted people were all wearing black robes. A witch, only at last came a tall and burly man.

The head guard in armor held a roll of records and said loudly: "No.16 player, Roger from Dragon Valley."

There was a surge in the auditorium, and all kinds of fearful, surprised and amazed eyes were cast on Roger. The patriarch of the dragon clan actually participated in the gladiatorial fight?

Sobika lay on the railing in the first row, holding her chin helplessly, and sighed, "How can we fight so many black robes?"

Roger turned a blind eye to the gazes of the crowd, walked into the round platform in the center of the arena unhurriedly, and glanced up. Not far behind him, a group of black robes stood together, and the dozen or so witches in unison Choosing to form an alliance obviously regarded Roger as the first obliteration target, first eliminating dissidents, and then fighting internally.

The venue for the finals was surrounded by water, and a pyramid was built on the central round platform. At the top of this 100-meter-tall pyramid, stood the prize for this finals—the tombstone of the Book of Shadows.At this time, the front of the stele was smeared with a layer of lime powder, which not only prevented people from peeking at the words on it from the auditorium, but also prevented the contestants from rubbing the content on the stele through perception.

The arena is surrounded by circular auditoriums that extend upwards. The position with the best view is also the most dangerous. However, there are still many people who put their lives and deaths aside and are keen to watch the fierce bloodthirsty fights.

Stands with excellent views are built on the high places in the north, south and west, and knights with good records serve as referees to supervise the progress of the game.

The east stand is more spacious and exquisite. The chief guard of the arena is the chief referee of the game. He stands in front of the stand, and behind him is a gold-inlaid iron seat. Kiddy sits leisurely on the chair, looking down at the Looking at the arena below, there are beautiful maids standing on both sides of him, holding feather fans to shade him, and three male slaves are kneeling under the seat, holding up wine, fruit plate and some snacks.

Kidi came to Seville 20 years ago. From the beginning of the slave trade, he started from scratch. Until now, no one in the Kingdom of God knows his name. He is so rich that he can walk sideways on the road. Now the arena is almost bought by him. .

People who know how to do business are not uncommon in the Kingdom of God, but Kidi has been a slave owner for so many years, and he has obviously offended countless businessmen and rich men. Bounty hunters can take his head, and no one even knows his identity and origin.

Sobika couldn't help but glanced at the stands twice, feeling suspicious: ...Why is it this person again?

"The countdown to the final, three, two, one, begins!" The chief guard announced loudly.

The moment the bell rang, Roger jumped up against the wind, stepped heavily on the rock wall, and jumped to a higher place with his five fingers. He stuck out his sharp claws and carved several places on the rock wall of the pyramid Gravure marks, so that both hands clenched the rock wall, and the feet stepped on the groove, which looked like a dragon beast climbing on the rock wall.

"Chase!" an older black-robed witch ordered.

At this time, five witches ran to the edge of the venue, squatted down and supported the ground with one hand. Their palms glowed with black light, and every other witch connected a vein of light. eye mark.

Sobika recognized that this was the ruled formation she used in Iris, and it was also the highest level of suppression in the ruled region. Unless a higher-level wizard was present, once the seal was formed, it could not be broken.

At this time, Roger was hunted down by another ten witches, and a series of dark figures rushed towards him like sharp arrows. The speed alone was too fast to be caught by the naked eye, and many of them even used combat witchcraft.

"Witchcraft? Hit!"

"Pills!"

"Witchcraft? Entanglement!"

Roger raised the corners of his mouth calmly, a powerful Reiatsu suddenly erupted from his body, the swirling air rolled up the gravel, and quickly swept away in all directions, blocking everyone's sight in an instant.Stone cones and vines rushed out from the rock wall. At the critical moment, Roger plunged into the rock wall with a knife, turned over and jumped to a high place with only the strength of his arms.

When the witches saw his position clearly, Roger suddenly disappeared in a flash, and the black knife suddenly appeared behind them, stabbing a black robe with a strong wind.

The witch who gave the order just now narrowed her pupils suddenly, and looked down, her chest had already been pierced by the jet-black blade, and the blood had completely soaked the black cloth, and was still pouring out from her chest.

She let out an indistinct murmur, trying to counterattack the other party at the last chance, but Roger suddenly drew his knife, stepped on the spiritual pressure and stepped back two steps, the body of the witch also exploded, and the poisonous light The green dust exploded like fireworks and dissipated with the wind.

All the witches knew the backlash of this move, so they had already evaded a few meters away, and they obviously underestimated Roger. This man who walked on the tip of the knife had formed a bond with Wizard Solomon many years ago, and he was familiar with all kinds of witchcraft With the formation rules and attack methods, if he confronts War Witch one-on-one, he will never lose.

But with one against fifteen, the chances of winning the championship are close to zero.

So Roger didn't think about confronting the enemy head-on from the beginning, the purpose was just to grab the stele, he didn't continue to entangle with these women, he immediately jumped up on the spiritual pressure plane, and rushed straight to the stone stele at the top.

The rule zone was established at this time, and the powerful suppression was suppressed. The spiritual pressure under Roger's feet turned into air in an instant, and he had to jump on the pyramid again. The rock wall became smoother and harder as the pyramid went to the top. His two claws Drawing deep claw marks on the rock wall, he chiseled the stone with a "boom!", and the hook-shaped dragon claws got stuck in the cracks in the rock wall, and finally managed to stabilize his figure.

At this time, he was only ten meters away from the stele, and the witches would never let go of this opportunity. Their black robes flew in the air, and everyone killed Roger.

There were tense and excited shouts from the auditorium. Apart from being worried, Sobica looked up at Kiddy in the stands. When a witch was killed just now, Kiddy showed a smile, so she guessed Kiddy may have bet on Roger, but at this time Roger is in danger, Kiddy still has a happy smile on his face.

——What is he thinking?

Sobica noticed that his fingers moved. On the other side of the stand, a dozen or so archers in cloaks appeared in the auditorium at some point. Under the strong sunlight, the faces of those people could not be seen clearly. A row of shiny black arrows could be seen, aiming in Roger's direction.

No, the targets were actually those witches who attacked Roger!

Sobika clenched the railing of the auditorium, and a picture quickly flashed through his mind. Kiddy used magic to burn the speaker who protested against witches to death. He was not against witches, so why did he send someone to kill them... or did he Actually hate witches and want to kill them too?

She couldn't figure it out, and she didn't have time to think about it. The row of sharp arrows had rushed behind the black robes!

Roger suddenly pulled out a claw from the rock wall, drew the knife with his backhand, and swung a wind blade brazenly. Even though his spiritual pressure was suppressed at this moment, the power of the artifact remained undiminished, with overwhelming vigor like a black dragon , let out a deafening roar, and swooped down to the rain of arrows.

The black robes were about to save themselves, when they saw a blade slashed down, splitting all the long arrows in an instant, and the witches were unexpected: "He saved us?"

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change, but Roger suddenly flipped his wrist, and made a mysterious change, slashing at the root of the top stone tablet.

Seeing this, Sobika immediately raised his staff: "Witchcraft? Distortion of time and space!"

The huge magic circle covered the entire arena, and Roger and the stele disappeared at the same time. The next moment, he appeared beside Sobika carrying the stele, and immediately grabbed her hand: "Let's go!"

An hour ago, the translation office.

"Mona, can you go upstairs and get the materials you wrote last night, and we will have a discussion later." Figira ordered while applying lipstick in the mirror.

Yuesemona responded, and walked up the stairs with her skirt in her hand. Her gaze swept over Figira's dressing table before she applied the second lipstick. There are 48 lipsticks of different colors left. I'm afraid it will be a while Can't finish it.

So she decided to sort out the materials first. The study hadn't been taken care of for half a month. All kinds of books and papers were piled up randomly, and there was no place to stand in the room.

She started to sort out the information at the door. All the witches studied different parts. There were ancient magic words, heavenly scripts, and ancient text arrangements. These contents were all related to the ciphertext. As long as they were combined, There is hope to infer the meaning of the ciphertext.

Yuesemona first read the report of the translator Nana, bound the useful pages, and then threw the discarded drafts into the wastebasket. The papers on the other table were about layout rules and pronunciation. The pronunciation is similar to that of Tianshu, which can be traced back to the ancient Tianshu characters from the combination of characters.

Deciphering seems to be gradually promising, and Yue Simona was pleasantly surprised to find out the research results related to the heavenly scriptures. Yes, there is a certain degree of overlap with the texts written before the [-]th century!

Guessing that Figira hadn't put on her make-up yet, she first consulted a few documents, trying to find out some key information. The word "God" in the scriptures of heaven is very similar to the word at the beginning of the cipher text, and the first two characters are similar Because of the ancient characters, the predecessor of the ancient magic language, the meaning is likely to be "darkness".

"The dark god... the dark god?" Yue Simona's fingers paused on the paper.

If this cipher text is related to the dark god, then things are not as simple as studying ancient texts. The reputation of the dark god is not favored in the upper continent. Even Sewell, who is known as freedom, has never seen A religious group that worships the Dark God, so no matter whether this information is beneficial or unfavorable to Camelot, it must not be leaked to outsiders.

——Mona Simone made a terrible decision in just a few seconds!

She quickly collected the research reports on each table, and then burned some rare ancient books with the will-o'-the-wisp technique of witchcraft. She also pried open the door of Figira's office, took away a stack of catalogs and copied ciphertext, and then Pack everything into a red box ready to take away.

Downstairs came Figira's voice: "Mona, are things ready?"

"It's almost ready, I'll bind it and bring it to you."

Yuesemona replied calmly, she suddenly remembered something, hurriedly went back to the study, took out the drafts she had just thrown away from the wastebasket, and planned to burn them with will-o'-the-wisps.

At this time, there were creaking footsteps on the stairs, "Mona, why are you so slow, have you seen my powder, I still want to touch up my makeup~"

Time was running out, Yuesemona's expression tightened, this time she didn't use will-o'-the-wisps, but directly burned the draft with an open flame, and then threw the burning paper balls into every corner of the study, and she retreated step by step to the window sill of the study On the other side, amidst Figira's scream of "on fire", he resolutely opened the iron bolt of the window and jumped out of the window.

"Don't run! Stop!"

"You bastard, leave the stele behind!"

A group of witches in black robes rushed to the street. The vendors on the street had no time to dodge. The witch stomped heavily on their faces and rushed forward again.

The peddler had two lines of nosebleeds, and stared blankly ahead: "Fat times...the white ones."

Roger had already left the ruled area at this time, he carried the stele in one hand and Sobika in the other, and ran wildly on the roof of the building at a fast speed.

At this time, two witches flew over with their staffs, and there were people riding phantom unicorns behind them, so Roger suddenly changed direction and rushed towards the river of Seville.

This wide river divides Seville into two. People of different beliefs live on both sides of the river. In order to ease the dispute of beliefs in history, the river was originally bridgeless.Many years later, when the number of religions increased and the isolation of the river ceased to exist, people paid for the construction of a stone bridge. However, because the residents on both sides were very stingy, only this bridge was built with the money they collected.

As soon as Roger ran to the bridge, he suddenly saw a group of people rushing in the distance... Could it be that there are reinforcements for this group of people?

He hesitated for a moment, and saw a woman in red running towards her, holding a suitcase tightly in her arms, and behind her, there was actually a large wave of red-robed witches headed by Figira.

"Stop!!!" "Grab her!"

A large number of witches in black robes also chased after them, "Follow up, catch up with them!"

Yuesemona's footsteps stopped abruptly. At this moment, she and Roger were the only ones standing in the middle of the bridge. They looked back at each other and exclaimed in unison: "It's you!"

At such a critical moment, the two of them suddenly came up with a ridiculous idea, that is to join forces.

Yue Simona rushed towards the camp of the black-robed witch, and shouted sharply: "Don't even think about taking the stele, the broken pages belong to our red robe!"

Roger walked up to Figira unhurriedly, and said in a deep voice, "Stealing the cipher text behind my back, are you courting death? Now that I have hired a black-robed wizard, the information has nothing to do with you."

The head of the black robe and Figira roared in unison: "That is our stele (data)!!!"

The stone bridge was very long, and people on both sides couldn't hear each other's conversation clearly, but the flames of anger were clearly conveyed to the other end. The bridge was instantly murderous, and black robes and red robes rushed together indiscriminately. There was a fight on the bridge.

At this time, Yuesemona and Roger have parted ways and fled to the north and south gates of Seville.