Extraordinary Sailing

midnight.

It was dark, damp and cold, and there were countless rodents and bugs, rustling in the dark corners of the cell.

A female transcendent who could clearly see the characteristics of an outsider even though she was dressed in rags, her eyes wandered, her mood was obviously a little unstable, and she looked at the third-level "blasphemer" who was the backbone of the ancient god's family.

After hesitating for a while, he opened his mouth slowly, not knowing if he was cheering himself up:

"Mr. Chapatik, don't we have Tier 4 Transcendents in our army? According to the agreed time, it should have almost arrived. They will definitely find a way to find us when they find us out, right?"

Even the worst villains are afraid of death, and of course the superhumans in the "Black Obelisk" are no exception.

The front-line fighters scattered all over the place did not know the overall plan of the main gods. They only knew that they had to prepare for a long-term battle at the front line.

Special attention should also be paid to only activities on the outskirts of this archipelago, and not to go too deep into the territory of the ancient survivors, which means absolute danger and uncontrollable.

As for them, they don't need to have their own ideas, as long as they follow the instructions of the high-level executives.

However.

It has been a long time since the accident, and the depressive feeling of not being able to see the hope of rescue for a long time makes most people tense up, and urgently needs some external support to persevere.

But this "blasphemer" named Chapatik, who had also lost the patience to maintain the morale of the team in the past, ruthlessly pierced her fantasy:

"Don't lie to yourself anymore. We have been abandoned. With the style of the church, we will never send people into dangerous places to rescue us. Everyone should think about how to survive the upcoming gladiatorial fights. Every day we can live is counted as a day. "

Even though most of these "blasphemers" originally belonged to the nobles of the "Kuma Empire" of the Atrian indigenous empire, they were imprisoned in the sea of ​​mist for three hundred years along with the "God of the Labyrinth" Ehhot.

He has never been to the outside world, let alone the "Broken Sea of ​​Stars".

But the "Kuma Civilization", which has existed for more than three thousand years, not only leads the entire era in mathematics, astronomy, and calendar. It is also because it is the oldest branch of the "existing" civilizations in the entire material world, and it still inherits many hidden histories of the material world.

One of the most typical representatives is the ancient secret volume that combines calendars and prophecies - "Zoerjin Calendar".

Not only did they know what was on the "East One Island" among the four major islands of the "Broken Star Sea", but they also knew exactly what was on the other three islands!

These "Kuma survivors" who devoted themselves to the ancient gods in order to live forever may not be one of the groups in the material world who know these ancient secrets best except for the ancient gods who survived the cataclysm of the era.

It's hard to say that the "God of the Labyrinth" Eihot and the mysterious owner of the Misty Sea, Roigor, chose the Kuma Empire and the Feathered Serpent God Kukulkan to attack, without considering this factor at all.

In addition to not knowing the inexplicable time limit because of insufficient level, Chapatik has a deeper understanding of this place than Petrich's "Son of the Sea God".

Therefore, apart from the task of collecting nails, they didn't dare to have anything to do with the ancient civilization here at first. At this point, I understand the danger of my group's current situation, and staying in the Zondriric Empire for a long time will definitely suffer.

And his frankness and bluntness also unsurprisingly resulted in howls in the cell.

"I don't want to die!"

"We accept the employment of 'Eye of Wealth' for more wealth and stronger power. How can we die in such an inexplicable place for nothing?"

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At this time, there are less than three days before the meeting of the Ten Kings.

Including a group of black wizards from the "Black Obelisk", transcendentals from non-mainstream paths, and several dependents of the Church of Evil Gods have all been transferred from the original dungeon to the arena, including the slaves or gladiators brought by the kings. have all come here.

Jeros and his first mate Ram are no exception.

It's just because there are still three days before they need to fight, the treatment has improved a lot in the past few days, at least they can have enough food every day.

Hearing the guys in the opposite cell chatting and crying hysterically, Jeros couldn't help knocking on the metal railing of his cell and shouted to them:

"Hey, what are you afraid of? Even if you fight a duel with the slaves of other kings, you don't necessarily have to die. If you perform well, you can join that king's command.

Besides, aren’t there evil gods behind you? Let them appear to save you! "

Although the greatest hope of the three people still falls on Ai Wen, they themselves have not given up the idea of ​​self-help. Ever since they realized that these people obviously know more information, they have been trying to collect more information all the time.

But don't wait for a response from there.

Bang!

The door of the supporting cell in this arena was opened, and a group of more than a dozen well-dressed Zondriric people entered one by one.

"Your Majesty Arion, please look. These people can also speak Carthage and can communicate normally, but there is a kind of vulgar slang among them, which we cannot understand.

If they want to pretend to be stupid, just give them a hard lesson. "

Although the relationship between the two countries was rivalry in the upcoming "Great Gladiator Before the King", the general didn't take the loss of these "slaves" very seriously.

Since the "Sons of God" decided to use the "Great Gladiator Fight" to determine the distribution of rights and interests among the kingdoms, they naturally knew that they didn't care much about the prizes after the gladiatorial fight.

As existences that have come to the end of the mundane and the extraordinary at the same time, standing at the top of the pyramid, what they enjoy is the process of gladiatorial combat, and the supreme honor of paying homage to God when writing the covenant on the sacred pillar with their own hands.

After all, their crowns are too bright and precious, and they can only look up at the sky, and they can't let them lower their heads to look at those humble mortals.

Leading the team straight to the door of the cell where the outsiders were held, the vanguard who had been making noise just now fell silent, and looked anxiously at the Zondriric people with unkind faces.

"Well"

The harsh environment made the sun-like Son of God uncomfortable. Arion took out a silk handkerchief to cover his nose, already regretting that he came here on a whim.

Looking closely, the female black wizard with a pale face and shriveled body, and a supernatural person who made himself inhuman and ghost-like. It doesn't fit his aesthetics at all, let alone those ancient gods who have no human appearance and are like monsters. up.

After just one glance, the interest is greatly reduced.

"General Iamos, the slaves you captured have really nothing to offer except that their abilities may be really weird."

At this moment, the honorable king suddenly turned his gaze to the cell on the other side, and his eyes lit up instantly when he saw a figure.

Although her clothes were tattered after several battles, she couldn't hide the attractive color of Stephanie herself.

The female grand knight with bright golden-red long hair has delicate features with a hint of wildness, a tall and vigorous figure with perfect curves. Sitting simply on the muddy ground covered with straw, she looked like a beautiful female leopard that was about to explode at any time.

Even among the two million extraordinary citizens of the entire empire, there are not too many women who are naturally gifted to grow to the third level.

And this beautiful woman, who was born in the royal family and has been in the sea for many years, has cultivated a unique temperament, like a lightning strike in Arion's heart.

finger.

"This woman. I want it!"

Bang——!

Unknown why, the two parrots saw the wolf-like soldiers opening the cell door and were about to arrest them. They were about to resist, but they saw the Zondriric soldier rushing to the front suddenly wink at them. Eye.

The hearts of the two of them suddenly shook. Although their appearances were not right, the familiar eyes...

"you"

The general named Iamos outside the cell had no intention of explaining to the slave. Anyway, this woman is destined not to survive tomorrow morning if she falls into the hands of the Son of God.

Holding a piece of [copper plate key] with blue light patterns in his hand, he directly stimulated it.

Crackling!

The collars on the slaves' necks are all made of Zondriric's unique metal material "Orichalcum". Not only is it indestructible, but it will also isolate the influence of any supernatural power. It has a large number of applications in cutting-edge technological creations.

Of course, it is also an excellent material for making [Extraordinary Shackles].

The intense blue electric light on the orichanite collar easily knocked Geros and Stephanie unconscious to the ground.

"Hahaha, take her and let's go."

Dak Tilly next to him was about to step forward to perform in front of the king, but Aiwen took Stephanie up one step ahead of him.

huh huh huh.

The inexplicable sound of water in her ears woke up Stephanie, and she found herself lying in a luxuriously decorated bathroom, with two young female slaves sleeping on the ground next to her.

"Ha, Your Highness, are you surprised?"

Seeing Ivan who had changed back to her original appearance and was looking at her with a smile, Stephanie's nerves that had been tense due to fear and fear during this period of time finally relaxed slightly. She got up from the ground and let out a hard breath.

Then she made a ladylike curtsy very solemnly:

"Your Majesty Garriott is really reliable. You actually found such a ghostly place. Stephanie will never forget your kindness."

"Your Highness, let's stop gossip. We are going faster. Although His Majesty Arion just ordered the female slave to clean you up and send you over for nothing, it doesn't seem like he has too much patience."

Stephanie straightened the messy hair around her ears, and gave Ivan a white look, but she didn't bother with his teasing. She just reached out and touched the metal collar on her neck, frowning slightly:

"This collar has the functions of punishing, positioning, limiting strength, etc. If you keep it, it will be a timed alchemy bomb, and you won't be able to run far.

The jailer and the arena manager had the keys with disciplinary authority, but the keys that could unlock the locks should be kept by the King Aoyuphomos, who was delighted with hunting.

And we have tried it a long time ago. This kind of collar is completely unaffected by extraordinary power. Geros also used the transformation technique on me, but it was completely ineffective. Your spells should not work on this kind of thing, right? "

Hearing this, Ai Wen didn't feel embarrassed at all after thinking about it for a while, patted his chest and proposed a foolproof solution:

"It's okay, leave it to me! Just chop off your head, take off the collar, and put it on for you."

scare! The princess could not help but take a step back, beheading? Are you afraid you are kidding me?

"Your Highness, you have to trust my skills, it's fine. And my sword is very fast, and I will definitely not make you feel any pain during this process. Quickly, stick out your neck, time waits for no one."

"you"

Seeing Aiwen approaching step by step with the frost-white sword in his hand turning into a sharp long sword, and realizing that this guy was actually going to play for real, Stephanie's lake green eyes, which resembled Liwena's, suddenly widened.

"Well! In ancient times, there was bone scraping to cure poison, and now there is beheading and ring removal. It is a good story to tell."

The voice was still in her ears, and the eldest princess who still couldn't accept Aiwen's proposal only saw a flash of lightning in front of her eyes, and suddenly felt a chill on her neck, and flew up by herself.

"Well"