Invade the white dove

Although Julis knew that if it wasn't for Mr. Knight's help just now, even if he reacted in time, he would definitely have been stabbed in the shoulder.

Sotiria did not answer, he seemed to express his disapproval with silence.

There was the sound of heavy footsteps beside him.

Julis twisted his feet slightly forward, and his body angle was deflected accordingly.The pursuer who wanted to sneak attack failed in one blow, so he hurriedly blocked his back with a shield, but it was already too late.

Julis's body jumped up like a white dove, his feet stepped on the shoulders of the pursuer, his knees clamped the opponent's helmet, his thin waist bent like a crescent moon in the air, and he only heard the sound of "嗤". With a sound, the curly dagger pierced the pursuer's spine.

The audience had already let go of their voices and cheered "Death Messenger", and the ladies on the second floor grandstand threw the roses in their hands into the Colosseum with restraint.

On the yellow sand, apart from the crimson blood, there are red petals everywhere.And now the only ones who can stand in this red ocean are Yulis and Urlan.

"Ulis." Sotiria's voice was still gentle, but already obviously anxious, "This barbarian can tear people in half with his bare hands. Your agility is nothing compared to him. Let me help you .”

Ulis looked at the fragments of the body at Urlan's feet.

There were a total of ten people on the field. Except for the three gladiators he killed, the other five were actually torn in half by Urlan.

Julis picked up the shield in the dead pursuer's hand, weighed it, put it down again, and took the sharpened dagger on the back of the corpse and the boy's weapon in his hand.

His eyes locked tightly on the bloody enemy.Although the gladiatorial match can take the initiative to admit defeat, Julis knew that Urlan, the blood licker with the knife point, would not let him walk out of the arena alive.

"Ulis..."

"Sotilia, I need your help." Yulis said to the phantom standing beside him without hesitation.

"As you wish, my Julius." Sotiria clenched his fist with his right hand and pressed it lightly on the place where the heart should be beating on his chest. He lowered his head gracefully, his clear blue eyes reflected his little prince.

When a wandering soul swears allegiance to human beings, what maintains the two is not only the nominal master-servant contract, but also the invisible shackles on the soul - of course Sotiria prefers to call it a bond - in Yulis When he relaxed his guard and accepted him wholeheartedly, he could directly read Julis' thoughts.

Therefore, the moment Ulis accepted his help, Sotiria had already understood Ulis' plan.

The audience's cheers continued, and Sotiria was in a trance for a moment. If the ring-shaped Colosseum hadn't been designed to be open-air, the shouts alone would have been enough to shake the dome down.

The barbarian Urlan stretched out his arms as if showing off, beating his fat chest muscles constantly, even halfway across the playing field, he could still hear the sound of the beating.

A low growl came out of his throat, very much like the long-haired monster Sotiria had seen in the sacrificial pile. How did the believers call it at that time?Ancient ape?chimpanzee?

But Sotiria didn't have much time to relive that distant memory, for the barbarian was already roaring and charging at his Ulis with his shield raised in both hands.

Julis found it difficult to pick up a shield as tall as a man with one arm, but Urlan was able to pick up two and walked like flying, which gave Julis a further understanding of the strength of the enemy.

If he followed Julis's habit of playing, he would never fight recklessly.

But now with the help of Mr. Knight.

Julis clenched the dagger tightly, calculated Urlan's course of action, curled up on the spot, his legs were tense, and even the smooth back could see clear muscle lines.His body is full of strength, like a dormant leopard, waiting for the prey to step into his trap.

Urlan's left foot stepped ten meters away from Julis.His body suddenly fell slightly to the left, as if he stepped on something.

It's now!

Julis took off with a run-up, his body stretched like a white dove, and the dagger he was holding in both hands drew a cold light in the air, which happened to be reflected in Urlan's pupils.The moment the opponent blinked, Julis tightened his legs and bent his body like a bow. With this force of pushing forward, he stepped on Urlan's inclined shield with both feet, and at the same time turned the handle of the knife, only to hear "Dang Dang" With two loud bangs, the hilt of his dagger slammed hard on the well-protected helmet.

Urlan lost his balance in an instant and took a few steps back, but he was worthy of being a gladiator with many battles. Even if he was dazed by the loud voice, he still remembered to protect his body with a shield.

As soon as Julis succeeded in the blow, he immediately stepped on the shield and rolled backwards. With the help of Sotiria, his body was as light as a flying bird. The moment his feet touched the ground, he jumped up again and jumped over the bird. Blocked by the Irish shield, it was precisely struck at the position of his ears.

Urlan howled in pain, and through the protective cover, he could see blood dripping from the corners of his eyes.The edge of the helmet, under the neck, was also stained with blood.

Julius gasped for breath.

These two attacks exhausted most of his strength. Although the power of Mr. Knight attached to the dagger did cause damage to Urlan, it was an attack that ordinary people could not withstand at once, and Urlan survived it. Four times, and still did not fall.

His opponent is very strong.

"Ulis, my strength has not fully recovered. These four blows are already my current limit. But that chimpanzee won't last long, you just need to wait for him to fall down."

Feeling that Sotilia's voice was a little ethereal, and even the cold breath began to fade, Julis frowned tightly: "I shouldn't..."

"This is the knight's oath, do you want to deprive a wandering soul of its remaining glory?"

There was a soft touch on Julius' face, and he knew it was Sotiria touching him.

"Remember, don't fight recklessly." After saying this, Sotiria's figure completely disappeared.

"That's it, little bird!" Urlan staggered two steps, the shield was firmly stuck on the ground by him, he took off his helmet, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his red eyes were already protruding, "Is that all! Bird, the strength of your massage is not as strong as my woman!"

"Madman..." Julis stared at Urlan's eyes that had begun to lose focus.

The opponent was obviously still in a daze, but he was able to clearly capture where he was standing, and even spat bloody saliva at Julis.

Ulis took a cautious step back, his heel on something soft.He suddenly remembered that this was the place where the Odong gladiator died. He was startled and wanted to change direction. At this moment, Urlan's bear-like body suddenly appeared in front of him.

Julis immediately jumped back, but Urlan yelled loudly. The shield, which was as tall as a man, was thrown out by Urlan like a javelin!

His body was still in mid-air, and he had nowhere to draw strength. Julis had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure a shield blow.

There was a "click", which was the whine of his broken femur.

Julis rolled on the ground, and on the sand, a mountain-like black shadow completely enveloped him, and Urlan's iron-like hands squeezed hard on his unnaturally bent left leg——

Ulis finally let out a hoarse groan.

"Beautiful bird, break your wings, break your feet, can you still fly?"

Urlan's huge body suppressed Julis, and his rough palms stroked Yulis' bare chest viciously, as if deliberately humiliating, "Red hair, how rare, a stunner like you died in the Colosseum What a pity. If you surrender to me now, I won't kill you, I just want you to be in my bed tonight."

Urlan laughed wildly, his teeth stained red with blood, like a man-eating demon from hell.

"Go to hell."

Julis quickly pulled out his right hand that was under his body, and stabbed the dagger obliquely upwards into Urlan's body from the ribs.

However, Julis opened his eyes wide. He looked at the dagger that was only half inserted and couldn't move forward. How did human muscles be trained to the point where even a dagger couldn't go in?

"Kid who doesn't know good and bad!"

With Urlan's explosive roar, in the severe pain that almost made him faint, Yulis saw his forearm folded at an impossible angle, and the back of his hand was softly attached to his arm , the flesh was pierced by sharp broken bones, and the red blood burned his skin like the fire of hell.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of big hands grabbed Julis' throat, and he even heard the wailing of the neck bone.

However, deafening screams suddenly sounded in the arena, and the long sounds of "boo——" spontaneously uttered by countless men and women occupied the arena.

Julis felt the hands pinching him loosen a little, he coughed violently, and looked blankly at the pity and regret thrown at him by countless strange faces in the auditorium, as well as the upward gestures they stretched out. thumb.

It was a gesture of pleading.

In a one-on-one life-and-death duel, if the defeated gladiator is favored by the audience or the princes and nobles, then this gladiator may indeed have a chance to survive-as long as the king agrees.

"Beautiful bird, this is the first time I've seen the entire audience begging for the gladiator to live."

Urlan whispered, his eyes still blazing with hatred, but if a gladiator goes against the wishes of the audience, no one will want to watch his fight anymore.And without a gladiator loved by the audience, for the academy, it would be better to die directly.

Urlan dared not take the risk.

The audience was still praying, and the eyes of tens of thousands of people were all focused on the noble white figure in the stands on the second floor.

At this time, all they need is a "mercy" from the king, and their favorite gladiators can save their lives.

Julius knelt on one knee in the sand. He was not bowing down to the king, but asking the gods for forgiveness for what he was about to do.

Enjoying the hopeful eyes of his subjects, the young king sat up lazily and gracefully from the velvet chaise longue, absently sorted out the pleated cloak, and stretched his right arm forward.

If the thumb is up, the loser will live, if the thumb is down, the decapitation will be different.

Everyone waited with bated breath for the king's decision, and even Urlan raised his head.He had made up his mind that if the King spared his life, he would subdue the bird again by force in the evening, and make him sing all night—the bird's deep, hoarse voice was very interesting.

Julis gritted his teeth violently, turned his head to pick up the dagger that fell on the ground, and quickly raised his left hand, a cold light flashed, and Urlan's throat exposed to the air was cracked with a bright red gap.

Urlan stared wide-eyed, looking in disbelief at Julius who was attacking him.Julius raised his right leg and kicked him hard on the chest, knocking the bear-like gladiator over in the dust.

Kneeling on one knee, Julius didn't look up at the king, his lips were still murmuring, he was reciting the prayer of atonement.

"Hahaha!" In the silence, the king in the stands let out a piercing laugh.

What followed was the louder and louder buzzing from the audience, and the swearing of "believers" and "sneak attackers" was heard endlessly. He was a little angry and couldn't help throwing the grape skins he spit out into the venue.

"The most heroic fighter in the arena, the well-deserved messenger of death, this is really a wonderful performance!"

In the chaotic and noisy abuse, the king's excited voice stood out, "Where is the person in charge? Bring him here, and I will reward him."

Julius' body swayed, and he looked at his blood-stained arm, and opened the corners of his mouth wearily.

Bet won.