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Volume 4 The Weeping Sea of ??Sand Chapter 53 Gladiator

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    "God, Miss God Envoy."

    Everyone¡¯s eyes fell on the female magician, but she seemed unaware and still went her own way.  "Aren't you holding your arm with me?" Aurora tilted her head and whispered in the alchemist's ear, "Be happy, my dear fianc¨¦, don't look so grim, as if I will kill you." She looked at him.  He whispered in his ear, and his intimate gesture made others' jaws drop.

    The alchemist heard others gnashing their teeth: "White devil."

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUTOUT  He glanced quickly at the girls, who looked completely inconspicuous in the crowd.  Their eyes were full of pain.  "Do you think I can cheer up?" he asked.

    "You will." Aurora said firmly.  She raised her finger, and in the direction of her finger, there stood a strong warrior figure as tall as a mountain in the shadow.  There is no doubt that it belongs to the captain of the guard, Yahan.  "So, be happy and at least put on a smile."

    Leo obediently pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying.  "How about this?"

    The female magician stared at him for a while.  "You really love to joke," she said, "but you are barely qualified."

    With a force that Leo could not resist, she dragged him onto the high platform and stood side by side with Prince Barton.  "Miss, you, what are you" Prince Barton was kept in the dark. He had no idea of ??Airola's extraordinary actions and looked at them blankly, not knowing what to do.  "Why are you with the White Devil?"

    "It's very simple," Aurora said lightly, "because he is my fianc¨¦."

    This is even more unbelievable than the news that Prince Barton is about to marry Nianta.  Everyone, whether they were true believers or false believers, they all froze in place, as if they were stunned by the news that was like a bolt from the blue.  It took them a while to recover from the shock, and then there was a wave of begging like a mountain and a tsunami.

    "Thisthis is impossible" The old man and the woman were stunned, crying and kneeling on the ground and begging.  "You are the daughter of God, why did you marry the white devil? He is a blasphemer without faith." Their faces were smeared with tears and snot, and some even kowtowed on the hard stone bricks to express their feelings.  own opposition and their piety.

    Impulsive men are blinded by anger.  They surged up, and an officer in military uniform with a sword hanging from his waist almost jumped straight onto the high platform.  He was eye to eye with Leo, and they were about to draw a sword and point it at his throat.

    "You devil," he asked loudly, "what shameful means did you use?"

    "I am the victim¡ª¡ª"

    "Fuck you!" The officer interrupted him angrily while swearing, "You are a devil who uses all kinds of dirty tricks!" He looked at the female magician with sorrow and indignation, and knelt down in front of her.  "Miss Angel, as long as you give the order, I am willing to kill him for you! Even if he is broken into pieces, I will not hesitate."

    Aurora's eyes turned cold, but the officer didn't notice it at all.

    He stared at the alchemist.  "I want to duel with you." He threw the white gloves at Leo's feet.

    "Duel?" Leo narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "I also want to kill someone. It's just what I want. But I think it's better for you to pick up the trash you threw away, otherwise it won't be good to annoy your master. Watch the door at one end.  Dogs must at least know how to understand your master¡¯s thoughts.¡±

    "Never mind their business." Aurora muttered coldly, then raised her voice.  "Follow my orders, sir, and pick up your gloves. This is Prince Barton's throne room, not your Colosseum. Please mind your words and deeds."

    The man looked like a duck being strangled by his throat.  "M-Miss?" He looked in disbelief.

    The female magician lost her patience and said, "Do as I tell you!"

    The officer bent down sadly like a dog that had been whipped hard, and he just had to pick up the white glove with his mouth.  The female magician raised her neck on the high platform, like a proud swan sweeping over the crowd who were trembling with her anger.  "I have made up my mind." She said, "And this is also the metaphor of the Desert Mother." With just one sentence, Aurora blocked everyone's mouth.

    "Go ahead and fool the devil." Leo cursed in a low voice beside him.

    However, the sorceress heard his muttering and responded to him, "They are worse than ghosts."

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    Although most people were still in shock and had not recovered, the dinner still went on as planned.  However, no one had any appetite for the delicacies that were served. Even the silver knives and forks seemed to have become rare swords weighing as much as a thousand catties. The weapons of the gods could only be used for a moment.The slightest touch can kill them.  The men and women all stared at the wine glasses in front of them and kept asking the waiters for the wine bottles.  The alchemist thought that even if they drank it, they would definitely taste her like the smelly water in the sewer.

    In the corner of the banquet, Rosie could no longer bear the atmosphere and left the table angrily; only Lu Yuewu and Miss Bachelor were left talking in low voices, only occasionally casting a brief glance at him.

    "The woman you should pay attention to today is me." The female magician said in his ear.

    Leo snorted coldly, "Can I think you are jealous?"

    She nibbled his ear with her teeth through the veil, teasing him skillfully.  "If it makes you feel better," she said, "I won't hesitate to tell you that I'm jealous. I turn you on more than they do, don't I?" Her hand fell on his crotch.  .

    The alchemist squinted at her, "You're not much better, are you?" He sneered, "You are probably more eager to enter the bridal chamber than I am."

    "Of course," she didn't seem to hear Leo's sarcasm.  "The sooner the better."

    The air in the hall seemed to be viscous and solidified.  The banquet was lifeless, as if there were corpses sitting there.

    "Damn it! Make me laugh!" Prince Barton cursed and said, "Guards, go call some gladiators! I've had enough of this! Tonight is the engagement dinner between me and Miss Nianta, and it's also God's wedding.  Let the lady be with"

    "White devil." Leo reminded him, and he was also reminding himself.

    "The white devil's great time." He continued smoothly, "Damn it! Raise your glass to me. I want to hear blessings, not so-called 'no', 'this can't be' and the like.  I don¡¯t want to hear any no!¡±

    The crowd made a good face, raised the wine glass, and the blessing sound reluctantly said from their mouth.  But this seems to be enough to heal Prince Patton's fragile dignity.  He laughed at the false congratulations, clapped his hands and commanded, "Bring up the gladiators!"

    So under the leadership of the guards, two strong gladiators walked to the throne room and knelt down to salute Prince Barton.  Prince Barton raised his hand.  Then they stood up.  The gladiator wears no armor.  Their upper bodies were naked, revealing bulging muscles and horrific wounds all over the front, back, left and right, some of which were even fatal.  One of the gladiators had a wound on his chest from his shoulder to his waist, and the other's face seemed to have been cut by countless sharp knives, his lips were turned up, and the muscles of his cheeks were almost eaten by wild beasts.  As a last resort he even put on a mask so as not to scare them.

    "You are all brave warriors," said Prince Patton, "but there can only be one winner tonight. That person will receive my reward: money, and freedom! Fight to the death."

    The battle ignited passion, and the nobles shouted in unison, "Till death do we part!"

    The two gladiators stood face to face, and the surroundings became quiet. They faced each other for a moment, and then they roared almost simultaneously and rushed towards each other.  The gladiator with terrible wounds and short braids ran into his opponent's arms, grabbed the opponent's arm with one hand, and tried to knock the opponent to the ground.  But although his opponent was as strong as an elephant, he was as flexible as a snake and grabbed his wrist lightly.  A ferocious smile appeared on the former's lips.  The look on his face turned from horror to despair.  A piercing scream came from his throat, and with the crisp sound of broken bones, he fell to his knees in pain.

    But this is not the end.

    His opponent still had no intention of ending, and he did not let him go.  He walked directly to the other gladiator and held his opponent's head in his hands.  His opponent almost fainted from the pain, his face was dull, and he seemed completely unconscious.  The man smiled ferociously, and the flesh and centipede-like wounds on his tattered, ghost-like face were squirming, making it even more terrifying.  He raised his head and stared directly at Leo.  There was cruelty and unabashed hatred in his eyes.  Then he twisted his arm, and with a crisp sound, his opponent's head was tilted to the side, and his whole body slipped to the ground.

    The men gasped and then cheered loudly; the women tightly covered their eyes or mouths, pressed their chests, and did not even dare to take a breath.  Prince Barton was stunned for a moment, and seemed to be equally surprised.  His chest was heaving violently, and the alchemist couldn't help but wonder if he was suffering from a sudden attack of illness.

    "An extremely exciting battle. Short, but intense." It's strange that it's not intense even if people are dead.  Prince Barton took a few breaths, as if to conceal and suppress the fear in his heart.  Then he continued, "You, gladiator, come here. As the winner, you are qualified to stand in front of me." The gladiator took a few steps forward as instructed.  He lowered his head, but Leo couldn't forget the hatred in his eyes just now.  He was extremely confused and didn't understand where the other party's malice came from.  But his hand was still pressed on the hilt of the sword, and his whole body was tense.  "In addition to the money and freedom I promised, do you want anything else?" Prince Patton asked.

    The gladiator was silent for a moment.  Then he looked up.  There was a cruel and teasing smile on his face, as if he was looking at prey that had fallen into a trap.  The fragmented face squirmed, making people feel cold all over.  Prince Barton couldn't resist and took a few steps back, his legs trembling.  The gladiator stared at the alchemist from beginning to end, his eyes red.  Leo saw pure hatred in his eyes, an irresolvable desire to kill.

    "What do I want?" He sneered and then yelled.  "His life!"

    Without any warning, he jumped up high, like a lion charging fiercely towards Leo.
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