Invade the white dove

It should be an illusion, Julis heard a hint of toughness in the usually gentle knight's voice.

"No." Yulis shook his head.

"What?" Ryan asked inexplicably.

"I need to rest." Julius' body shook a little, and his chest was still heaving violently.Perhaps the audience watched it very thrillingly, but hiding under the huge mouth and sharp claws of the beast, and taking care of the girl who can't fight, is obviously a great mental and physical exhaustion.

What's more, pulling out the sword of the contract also required burning his physical strength.

When Sotiria swore allegiance to him, he also presented him with a sword.Even though the sword looked hundreds of years old, and Julius wondered if it would rot before it was drawn, he was still very happy.

Not only did he have the oath knight—although it was a wandering soul, his knight also gave him a gift—although it was a rusty sword, but before embarking on the road of redemption, he never expected to gain companions.Such a pleasant surprise, what else is he dissatisfied with?

Julius's bravery raised the audience's enthusiasm for the gladiatorial fight to an all-time high and gave him a short break and a rare chance to be alone.

You know, even the most beloved gladiator star in the Garman Empire can only be squeezed into the same lounge with his companions when waiting - just imagine thirty big guys squeezed into the same basement In this situation, Julius could not eat canned sardines for three days.

Now, he is resting in a small toilet-sized room that can only accommodate a narrow wooden table and wooden benches. A round hole is dug out in one wall of the room, and the light from the ground is filtering through this hole. This allowed him not only to hear the wild cheers of the audience, but also the desperate screams of the gladiators before they died.

"You are wandering, my Julius."

The room was too narrow, and after Julius sat on the wooden bench, there was no room left for Sotiria.But fortunately, Sotiria, who was leaning against the edge of the wooden table, whose foggy translucent lower body touched Julius's legs, didn't seem to mind.

No matter how many times he heard it, whenever Sotiria called Julis that way, he always felt pain in his heart like being stung by a bee.

——"My Julis", this name is a rare nickname given to Julius by the old King Fino.Every year on the anniversary of his mother's death, Julius would always hear about it from his father who sneaked into the cellar to get himself drunk.

"My Meranda, my Julius, why doesn't the God of God allow our family of three to live carefree in the castle? God of God..."

"I deprived Kyle of the fun," Ulis replied.When he was in front of Sotiria, his voice was not as hoarse as before.

This voice-changing skill comes from the grace of the Holy Court—this is the envoy of Thoth who specially asked him for him to sneak into the king’s side better—you only need to drink a special potion, you can Change your original voice.

But just like the mermaid must endure the pain of being cut by a knife if he wants to walk on the ground, whenever he changes his voice, he will also feel the pain of being grinded by a blunt knife in his throat.

"Kyle wants to see the girls die helplessly at the claws of giant beasts, but my presence prevents him from enjoying himself." Ulis recalled the indifferent look on the young king's face in the stands when he paid tribute to the audience at the end. expression, "He is not satisfied with my recklessness."

Perhaps this time, even if he did win the gladiatorial match, he would not be favored by the king.

"But there is no way to do it all over again." Sotiria put his hand on the top of Yulis' head and rubbed it gently.

"No, I don't regret it." Julis raised his head and looked at Sotiria, "Even the envoy said that Kyle is crazy. I think a madman will not praise those who oppose him, he will only agree His kind, isn't he?"

"What's going on in your little head?"

"Kyle's war against Odong violated our peace treaty. He tortured and killed captives and trampled civilians. Before he was an adult, Gaman's regent was a devil..." Ulis held Mr. Knight's cold hand, He bit his lower lip with his teeth until his tongue tasted blood, "He has broken the agreement and has no chivalry, so he will definitely give favor to people with similar personalities..."

As if responding to his idea, bursts of boos suddenly sounded outside the simple hollowed-out round window. The crowd watching the match were begging the king to execute the gladiator who survived because he had been hiding under the corpse, but The king gave him an emerald.

"All those who survived will be rewarded!"

The king opened his arms, his golden hair was blown by the wind, and his fair skin was bathed in the sun, as holy as an angel preaching.

"Do whatever you want, my Julis. I have sworn to you, I will guard your heart." Sotiria hugged Julis amid boos one after another outside the window.

The time for rest passed quickly.

After two rounds of competition, only ten of the original thirty gladiators, including Julius, remained.

Everyone is wearing a lottery, even Urlan, the "bloodthirsty" who was praised by Ryan, the star of the gladiator academy, it is said that as long as he knows that his opponent is Urlan, a gladiator would rather bear the burden of death in order to survive. The notoriety of a coward voluntarily surrendered—even such a warrior who was capable of fighting was chopped off his left arm, which is enough to prove how fierce this competition is.

The last match was a ten-man melee, and the gladiators were divided into two groups according to their size: the gladiators who were only equipped with net bags and daggers, and the chasing fighters who only had helmets and shields.

Yulis was naturally assigned to the sword fighter group because of his thin body, and there were three other unlucky guys with wounds all over their bodies who could barely be called companions.

The last contestants stood at the entrance of the Colosseum, waiting for the iron gate to be slowly pulled up by the slaves.

"Nice little bird."

When the door was raised to half the height, Urlan who was standing beside Julis suddenly laughed and said, "After your wings are broken, can you fly again?"

Julius looked at him silently.

Urlan's entire face was completely covered by the heavy helmet, and only two observation holes covered by iron nets were exposed at the eyes. The mask extended downward along the line of the face, and even the fragile neck are all wrapped up.

Above the head, there is no flaw.

With a "click", the iron gate was raised to the highest point, and the referee shouted, Urlan quickly ran out of the passage, and the other five pursuers with shields were not far behind.In the blink of an eye, there were only four sword fighters left in the corridor.

"They don't have weapons." Julis said to the three people who were covered in scarves behind him, "If you believe me, don't take the initiative to fight them, run if you can, and I will finish them off one by one."

Three sword fighters, a curly-haired man with an oddly long body, a boy who hasn't grown a beard, as long as a middle-aged man with six fingers is still considered normal.They looked at Julius, all hesitant, without saying a word.

Uris has some doubts about the truthfulness of Ryan's assertion that "the gladiators on the field are the best of the best".

"Let's play first." The middle-aged man urged.

Julius did not insist.

In this life-or-death contest, even I am afraid that I would not dare to entrust my life to a stranger.

The three gladiators threw off their net bags and rushed out, each of them stopped quickly at the door, and moved slowly along the edge of the gladiatorial ring.Five of the six chasers who were originally applauded by the audience started the chase at the same time.

The reason why the duel between the gladiator and the chasing fighter was arranged in the final match is precisely because of the mutual restraint of the two sides - the nimble gladiator can use sneak attacks and skills to wear down the cumbersome opponent.And the full armor of the pursuers made it difficult for the gladiators to kill them quickly.

The five pursuers obviously had the same idea - a quick battle, even if they used their shields to crush the defenseless sword fighter to death, it was still possible.

On the field, only Urlan and Julis did not move. The two looked at each other for a moment, and at the same time moved in opposite directions-Urlan raised his shield and rushed in front of the curly-haired man who had already netted a gladiator.But Yulis jumped up from the spot, twisted the net bag in his hand into a rope, and wrapped it tightly around the neck of the strong man who was chasing the young man.

The burly pursuer stopped, and his body was pulled sideways by Julius, so the young man avoided the blow of the shield.Unexpectedly, the young man did not continue to flee, but turned around and shouted "Ah!", raised his dagger, stabbed his sword into the pursuer's chest, and twisted his arm violently.

Blood spurted out.

The audience cheered in unison!

"Behind!"

Julius shook out the net bag, twisted on the spot, and threw the dagger with this force. The sharp blade drew a cold arc in the sunlight, and before the audience could react, it pierced another dagger at an extremely tricky angle. The heart of a famous chaser.

When the blood of the two corpses spread to his feet, the boy scrambled and avoided.Ulis stepped forward quickly and picked up the shield in the hands of the dead pursuer.

From the other side of the Colosseum came a sound similar to the roar of a wild animal.

Julis raised his head, just in time to see Urlan lift up the strangely long curly-haired man, and with a roar, tear his body in half with his bare hands!

A strong sense of dizziness hit him, and he only felt that his head was also torn off by Urlan at the same moment. When his stomach sac contracted and he couldn't stop wanting to vomit, Suo, who had been silently by his side, Dilia suddenly shouted, "Get down!"

Julis jumped forward without hesitation, and his body rolled on the spot driven by an irresistible force.At the same time, his left foot uncontrollably kicked the attacker's ankle hard. When the opponent fell forward due to inertia, the dagger was quickly exchanged between Julis's left and right hands, and the bloody blade was silently fed. down the attacker's throat.

There was a hooting sound from the young man's throat, blood poured out from the hole pierced by the dagger, and quickly covered Julis' arm like a snake, drawing a huge blood rose on his bare chest.

"Sotilia, please..." Julis turned over and laid the boy's body aside.His eyes glanced at the tattoo on the boy's waist covered by shorts, his eyelids jumped, and he pulled off the boy's pants.

Even if it is branded with the mark of a slave, the figure of the flying dove cannot be erased.

All the people of Odong will have a blue dove pattern tattooed at the age of 12 to receive the blessing of the God of Austria.

Symbol of freedom and peace.

Uris smoothed the boy's eyelids so that Odon's people would not die in peace, and then said in a voice so low that only the wind could hear, "I... don't need your help for now."