Midnight.
It was dark, damp, and cold, with innumerable rodents and bugs crawling in the dark corners of the cell.
A female Transcendent, who was obviously an outsider even though she was dressed in rags, had her eyes wandering. Her emotions were obviously unstable. She looked at the third-order Blasphemer who was the backbone of the ancient god's minions.
She did not know if she was cheering herself on.
"Mr. Chiapatik, don't we have fourth-order Transcendents in our main force? According to the agreed time, it should be about time. They will definitely find a way to find us when they realize that we are not here, right? "
No matter how bad a person was, they were still afraid of death. The Transcendents in the Black Obelisk were no exception.
The frontline combatants who were scattered all over the place did not know the overall plan of the main gods. They only knew that they had to be prepared for a long battle. Their purpose was to collect the fingernails of the Zondrilians of the Lost Clan. The more, the better.
At the same time, they paid special attention to only moving around the periphery of the archipelago. They did not go too deep into the territory of the ancient Lost Clan, which meant absolute danger. They did not need to have their own ideas. They only needed to follow the instructions of the higher-ups.
However.
It had been a long time since the accident. The depression of not seeing any hope of rescue for a long time made most people nervous. They urgently needed some external support that allowed them to persevere.
However, this Blasphemer named Chiapatik had also lost the patience of trying to maintain the morale of the team. He mercilessly pierced her fantasy when he opened his mouth.
"Stop lying to yourself. We have been abandoned. With the style of the church, they will never send people deep into danger to rescue us. Let's think about how we're going to survive the upcoming battle. Let's live as long as possible. "
Most of these Blasphemers originally belonged to the nobles of the Kumar Empire, the native Atrian empire. They had been imprisoned in the Fog Sea with the God of Labyrinth, Aihort, for three hundred years.
They had never been to the outside world, let alone the Shattered Star Sea.
However, the Kumar civilization, which had existed for more than three thousand years, was not only ahead of the entire era in mathematics, astronomy, and calendars. It was also because it was the oldest civilization in the entire material world. It inherited many of the material world's hidden histories.
A typical example of this was the secret scroll that combined calendar and prophecy, the Dzhol Gold Calendar.
Not only did they know what was on the 'eastern islands' of the four islands in the 'Shattered Stars Sea', they also knew what was on the other three islands!
These "Kumar Descendants" who had joined the Ancient Gods for the sake of immortality were probably the only race in the material world who knew these ancient secrets the best, other than the Ancient Gods who had survived the cataclysm of the Epoch.
It was hard to say that the "God of Labyrinth" Aihort and the mysterious master of the Fog Sea, Loigol, had no such factors when they chose to attack the Kumar Empire.
Apart from not knowing the baffling time limit due to his low level, Qiapatik knew this place better than the Son of the Sea God, Petrich.
Therefore, other than the mission of collecting fingernails, they did not dare to have anything to do with the ancient civilization here. At that point, he understood the danger he was in. Staying in the Jondrikian Empire for too long would be disastrous.
Unsurprisingly, his frankness was met with cries of anguish from the prison cell.
"I don't want to die!"
"We accepted the Eye of Wealth's employment for more wealth and greater strength. How can we die in such a baffling place for nothing?"
“.....”
It was less than three days before the meeting of the Ten Kings.
A group of Dark Sorcerers from the 'Black Obelisk', Extraordinaries who did not follow the mainstream path, and several followers of the Evil God Church had been transferred from the initial dungeon to the grand arena. Even the slaves and gladiators brought by the Kings were here.
Jeros, his wife, and First Officer Rahm were no exception.
Because there were still three days before they needed to fight, their treatment had improved a lot. At least they could eat their fill every day.
Hearing the fellows in the opposite cell crying hysterically as they chatted, Jeros could not help but knock on the metal bars of his cell and yell at them.
"Hey, what are you afraid of? Even if you duel with the slaves of the other Kings, you might not necessarily die. Perform well and join the King's army.
Besides, don't you have the Evil Gods behind you? Let them show up and save you! "
Although the three's greatest hope still fell on Elvin, they did not give up on the idea of saving themselves. Since they realized that these people obviously knew more information, they had been thinking of ways to collect more information.
Before the other side could respond.
Kuang!
The door of the prison cell in the arena was opened, and a line of more than a dozen well-dressed Jondrilians filed in.
"Your Majesty Arion, please look. These people can also speak Carthaginian and can communicate normally, but there is a vulgar slang among them that we can't understand.
If they want to play dumb, we just need to teach them a lesson. "
Although the relationship between the two countries was in the upcoming "Grand Gladiator Tournament", the general did not care much about the loss of these "slaves."
Since the "Children of God" had decided to use the "Grand Gladiator Tournament" as a playful way to decide the distribution of power and benefits between the kingdoms, it was natural that they did not care much about the prizes after the tournament.
As beings who had reached the end of the mundane and the supernatural, and stood at the top of the pyramid, they enjoyed the process of the gladiator tournament and the supreme honor of bowing to the God when they personally wrote the covenant on the God's Pillar.
After all, their crowns were too dazzling and precious. They could only look up at the sky and could not lower their heads to look at the lowly mortals.
He led the team straight to the prison cell where the outsiders were locked up. The noisy vanguard immediately fell silent and looked at the Jondrilians nervously.
"Ugh …"
The Children of God, who were like the sun, were not used to the harsh environment. Arion took out a silk handkerchief and covered his nose. He was already regretting that he had come here on a whim.
Taking a closer look, the pale and shriveled female Dark Wizards and the unorthodox Extraordinary who had made themselves look like neither human nor ghost … They did not fit his taste at all, let alone the servants of the ancient Gods who did not look human and were more like monsters.
After just one look, his interest was greatly reduced.
"General Iamos, the slaves you captured really have no redeeming qualities other than their strange abilities …"
At this moment, the noble king suddenly turned his eyes to the other side of the prison cell. When he saw a figure, his eyes lit up instantly.
Although she had been through several battles and her clothes were tattered, it could not hide Stephanie's attractive color.
She was a female Great Knight with long golden red hair. Her facial features were delicate with a hint of wildness. Her body was tall and strong, and her curves were perfect. She sat on the muddy ground covered with straw and looked like a beautiful female leopard who was about to attack at any time.
Even among the two million citizens of the Empire who were Extraordinary, there were not many women who had the talent to naturally grow to Grade Three.
And this beautiful woman, who was born in the royal family and had been at sea for many years, had cultivated a unique temperament. She was like a bolt of lightning that struck Arion's heart.
"This woman … I'll take her!"
Clang —!
The two people and the parrot, who did not know what was going on, saw the ferocious soldiers opening the prison door and about to capture the woman. When they were about to resist, they saw the Jondrik soldier at the front suddenly winking at them.
The two people were shocked. Although the appearance was not the same, that familiar gaze …
"You …"
The general named Iamos outside the prison cell had no intention of explaining to the slave. After all, this woman was destined to die tomorrow morning in the hands of the Son of God.
He held a [Copper Card Key] with blue light patterns in his hand and directly activated it.
Crackle, crackle!
The collars on the slaves' necks were all made of "orichalcum," a metal unique to Jondrik. Not only were they indestructible, but they could also block out the effects of any supernatural power. They were widely used in cutting-edge technological creations.
Of course, they were also excellent materials for making [Extraordinary Shackles].
The intense blue electric light on the orichalcum collars surged and easily knocked out Jeros and Stephanie, whose abilities were restricted, to the ground.
"Hahaha, take her. Let's go."
Dactyly, who was next to him, was about to step forward and show off in front of the king, but Elvin beat him to it and carried Stephanie on his shoulder.
.....
Splash, splash, splash …
The inexplicable sound of water in her ears woke Stephanie up abruptly. She found herself lying in a luxuriously decorated bathroom, with two female slaves lying unconscious on the ground next to her.
"Ha, Your Highness, are you surprised?"
Seeing Elvin, who had changed back to her original appearance and was looking at her with a smile, Stephanie's nerves, which had been tense due to fear, finally relaxed slightly. She got up from the ground and exhaled heavily.
Then, she very solemnly curtsied like a lady.
"His Majesty Garriott is really reliable. To think that he could find such a damned place. Stephanie will not forget your kindness."
"Your Highness, let's cut to the chase. We have to hurry up. Although His Majesty Arion ordered the female slaves to wash you clean before sending you over, he doesn't seem to have much patience."
Stephanie rolled her eyes at Elvin, but did not dwell on his teasing. She just touched the collar on her neck and frowned slightly.
"The collar has functions such as punishment, positioning, power restriction, and so on. Keeping it is like a timed alchemy bomb, and we can't run far.
The keys with punishment authority are in the hands of the jailers and arena managers, but the keys that can unlock the lock should be kept by the eager King Auyufomos himself.
And we have already tried it. This kind of collar is completely unaffected by extraordinary power. Jeros also once used Transfiguration on me, but it was completely ineffective. Your spell shouldn't work on this thing, right? "
Hearing this, Elvin thought for a moment but did not feel troubled. He patted his chest and proposed his foolproof solution.
"It's okay, leave it to me! I just need to cut off your head, take off the collar, and reattach it for you. "
The First Princess could not help but take a step back. Are you kidding me?
"Your Highness, you have to believe in my skills. It's okay. And my sword is very fast. I will never let you feel a trace of pain in the process. Hurry up, stick your neck out. Time waits for no one. "
"You …"
Looking at Elvin, whose frosty white sword aura had turned into a sharp longsword in his hand, approaching step by step, Stephanie realized that this guy was serious. Her pair of lake-green eyes, which were similar to Levina's, suddenly widened.
"In ancient times, there was scraping the bones to cure poison. Today, there is beheading the head and taking the collar. It would be a good story to tell."
His voice was still in her ears. The First Princess, who still could not accept Elvin's proposal, only saw a flash of lightning in front of her eyes. Suddenly, she felt a chill on her neck, and she … flew.
"Uh …"
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