In front of the Light of Judgment, the walls of the theater fell apart. But then, they started to repair quickly.
The majestic and blazing Light of Judgment was trapped in the theater and couldn't break out.
It couldn't even break through the outermost curtain hanging in front of the stands. Then, it collapsed into turbulent Origin Substance and disappeared without a trace.
Huai Shi froze in place.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Huai Shi."
The lips on the face pierced by Beelzebub opened and closed, still speaking. "According to Ivy's calculations, as long as you have the Stigmata of five theater members, you won't be able to use that weapon to break the Golden Palace from the inside."
As he spoke, his face quickly repaired and healed, returning to its original state.
He didn't even lose a hair.
It was still calm.
"By the way, before the next scene starts, all attacks on actors will be punished. Look, the audience is angry."
The stands were in an uproar.
They angrily scolded this rude person who broke into the stage and used violence.
As soon as they finished speaking, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky without warning and landed on Huai Shi's arm. Before Huai Shi could even react, his hand holding the gun lost all feeling.
After a long time, the uncontrollable pain spread from under the cracked skin, causing him to stagger and gasp violently.
Amidst Pan Delong's white hair, there were faint edges and corners.
It seemed to be a crown made of withered osmanthus leaves, decorated with gold and jewels, but it had lost its former color and glory.
— Dream of the Golden Palace.
A relic from the border of Rome, the last creation left by a tyrannical king in history, the Miracle Theater — Golden Palace, which was a match made in heaven with the theater group.
After combining with its existence, the effect caused by the combination of Stigmata actually jumped to the level of a miracle engraving.
Changing reality and creating miracles.
Just like the grace and traces left behind by God.
"Don't waste your energy, Mr. Huai Shi," Pan Delong said indifferently.
Pan Delong said indifferently, "We won't be stupid enough to fight you in close combat, and we won't take any risks for the sake of victory. For us, it's enough as long as we can hold you back …"
Enduring the pain caused by the healing of the wound on his arm and the growth of his flesh, Huai Shi grinned and mocked, "I thought you guys were going through so much trouble for something. Don't you have any dreams at all?"
Everyone looked at him indifferently, and no one responded.
Even the most hot-tempered colonel didn't say a word.
He only focused his attention on Huai Shi. He did not slack off at all, as if he was facing a great enemy.
"Next, I will be performing a legendary epic adventure, an immortal elegy of resistance!"
Pan Delong held up his cane and looked at the audience in the stands like an announcer. He announced passionately, "Cheers, everyone. The wonderful story is about to begin!
Cheers, everyone! This is the noble crystal presented by a true warrior!
Next, please continue to enjoy — "
"Spartacus!"
At that moment, Isabella opened her mouth and sang loudly. The perfect soprano sang the prelude of a classical tragedy.
The world on the stage shook with a bang, and everything changed. Huai Shi's vision blurred, as if he had fallen into the abyss, but then he stood firm again.
In the sudden dizziness, he looked around in amazement.
Everything was completely different.
In an instant, the theater turned into the Colosseum. Behind the towering walls, countless audiences were shouting excitedly.
But Huai Shi's skin quickly darkened and turned into a sun-tanned bronze. All the equipment on his body disappeared without a trace. His clothes were ragged, and he looked around blankly, like a slave.
Around him, the Frost Giants were also shrinking quickly, and they became the size of ordinary people. Like Huai Shi, they were unkempt, but they were a little more burly and had lost their frost and ice armor.
Soon, Huai Shi found that … his Divine Mark had disappeared!
Along with the continuous clattering sounds.
Heavy sledgehammers, sharp axes, sacrificial knives, long spears, chains … They fell from his body one after another and landed on the ground. Except for the wolf head on the hammer, which still looked a little ferocious, there was nothing magical about it anymore.
It had become an ordinary weapon that was much harder.
"Help, I'm cracking, cracking, cracking …"
At his waist, Beelzebub screamed in horror. It quickly changed from a modern weapon to a broken crossbow.
He tried to shake it.
He could no longer say anything.
All the foreign objects that did not fit the background welcomed the correction. Everything was pulled into the imaginary world formed by the troupe … With the Golden Palace Dream as the stage, the six members of the troupe unfolded the legendary story again.
They pushed Huai Shi into it by force.
The never-ending battle was about to begin!
Right in front of Huai Shi, the gladiator was on the verge of death, struggling with all his might.
"Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!!! "
In the stands, the audience, who had turned into Roman citizens, shouted excitedly. They waved their fists and urged with great fanaticism, "Kill it! Spartacus! Kill that bastard!!! "
Lira was constantly thrown from above and landed on Huai Shi's shoulder.
"I am … Spartacus?"
Huai Shi raised her head in astonishment and looked at the audience. She suddenly realized what had happened. But an invisible force attached to him, forcing him to raise his dagger and point it at the enemy in front of him.
The prelude to the slaughter …
This was the fate of Spartacus.
Intense dizziness and trance suddenly hit him. The huge theater began to modify Huai Shi's consciousness and memory, making him accept the fate that was close at hand.
However, in front of the pair of eyes that suddenly looked up, he failed!
"No —"
Huai Shi raised his head with difficulty, stared at them, and said softly, "I am not Spartacus, I am not your gladiator …"
The sound of something shattering rang out from Huai Shi's sword.
The dagger suddenly broke.
The shape of the sword quickly changed, forming an ancient and damaged sword blade that emitted a faint glow.
Just above his head, a crown intertwined with light suddenly appeared, forcibly squeezing into the prelude of this tragedy, blooming with light.
Under the illumination of the light, the invisible force that controlled Huai Shi disappeared without a trace.
"I am Huai Shi."
At that moment, Huai Shi raised his head and told them, "Prince of Paradise, Huai Shi!"
The Sword of Virtue lit up.
The sonorous sound of the sword suddenly spread, tearing apart the suppression of the Golden Theater, and everything that had been modified returned to its original appearance!
The frost wind swept, and the frost giants shrouded in ice and iron pulled out their heavy axes again, revealing their burly and huge bodies. They roared to the sky!
The script was destroyed.
The tragedy came to an abrupt end —
"Sorry, I am Drama Tyrant."
Huai Shi grinned, smiled at the highest point of the Colosseum, and shook his head mockingly, "This kind of plot that will destroy the image of my idol must be modified."
Everything stopped in an instant.
At the highest point of the Colosseum, Pan Delong's figure appeared, looking down indifferently.
"Paradise? I didn't expect this title to have the power to modify the Golden Palace … But unfortunately, I'm afraid this is not enough. "
With that, he waved his hand gently.
The gates in all directions of the Colosseum suddenly opened, and huge beasts and majestic figures walked out, as well as a fully armed legion … There was no end in sight, and no edge in sight.
It was as if there was no end to it …
A low singing voice began. A soprano sang in the void, and there were low voices of men. The Stigmata that belonged to the troupe operated on this narrow stage, making all the illusory faces more and more real, and making the heroes' eyes burst out with tangible flames.
"The script of Spartacus is still going on. Let's skip those annoying lines and plot, and go straight to the most exciting part."
Pan Delong said coldly, "Mr. Huai Shi, your final battle has begun."
Huai Shi was already stunned in place.
As if he couldn't believe it, he listened to the song echoing in his ears, and his eyebrows slowly raised.
"Opera?"
"What a coincidence …" he said, "I know this thing too."
At that moment, Huai Shi raised the Sword of Virtue, raised it in front of his eyes, and asked with a smile, "Since you know me so well, you won't forget … where did this sword come from, right?"
In his hand, the Sword of Virtue trembled violently, as if it was about to wake up, and it glowed with a faint light.
Until now, he realized that the stage of the Golden Palace seemed to have the same effect on both sides.
If that was the case …
At this moment, between the sad opera excerpts, a grand melody suddenly played, tearing apart the sad singing, and turned into a melody of redemption.
Around Huai Shi, dozens of handsome and dignified figures suddenly appeared in the air.
After crossing the long hell, the princes sleeping in the abyss opened their eyes. Under the call of this stage, they answered the summons!
Among them, some had long curly hair, some were vigorous with swords, some were dancing with fire, and some were dignified … But without exception, each of them wore their own crown on their head.
It was as if they could hear the screams of kittens that had been wronged.
Huai Shi smiled, raised his sword, and pointed it at the enemies in front of him.
"Kill them!"
Silence suddenly fell.
In the short silence, nothing happened except for the Frost Giants that rushed forward while howling.
The princes were still standing in the same place, still translucent …
Like ghosts.
Huai Shi looked back blankly, feeling very embarrassed.
"Why aren't you moving?"
"…"
In the short silence, the princes looked at each other. Among them, the nameless prince that Huai Shi was most familiar with shrugged helplessly, "Sorry, we are just projections, and we don't have the ability to kill the enemy …"
"What are you talking about?"
Huai Shi was in disbelief, "Then what are you doing here?"
"Uh … blessing?"
The princes looked at each other, and one of them, a prince with black hair and white skin, said, "I grant you courage, although you do not lack it."
"I want to grant Your Excellency compassion, but Your Excellency already has compassion in your heart."
"Temperance?"
"What about passion?"
"…"
Huai Shi wanted to say something, but stopped. Holding on to the last glimmer of hope, he asked, "Can't you give me something useful? The kind that can kill them, did you bring it when you came? "
"…"
The princes fell silent and looked at each other. In the end, they sighed and said, "If that's the case, then there's only one way left … However, this is the prince's trump card. If it's misused, it will inevitably attract trouble."
"Hmm?" Huai Shi's eyes widened, and he was pleasantly surprised, "Really? Tell me quickly! "
"Then, call out loudly, Your Highness!"
The nameless prince pressed on Huai Shi's shoulder and said solemnly, "Call for a miracle. In this way, this stage and the paradise will definitely respond to you!"
"What the hell?"
Huai Shi did not expect that the teammates he summoned would be so lousy, "If I shout 'help!', someone will come to save me?"
What kind of logic was this?
But the moment Huai Shi shouted 'help', it was as if some mechanism was activated.
The princes smiled mysteriously and quickly dissipated in the air. The drifting light gathered in one place and slowly rose, forming an illusory arch.
Behind the light gate, a handsome white horse came out. Its eyebrows were arrogant, and it looked so familiar. Even its fat was exactly the same as the fat horse in his house.
It glanced at Huai Shi with eyes full of disdain.
— — You call for help every time. Can you do it, little brother?
Huai Shi did not have time to ask what it was here for before he was attracted by the figure on the horse's back.
Unbelievable.
"Although I don't know what's going on, it seems that I was pulled here to help … Are you asking me for help, Huai Shi?"
On the white horse, Luo Xian smiled sweetly.
"I'm fighting for you, Your Highness."
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