In a building similar to the Colosseum, there were many excited spectators sitting around. They seemed to have forgotten everything because of the show in front of them. Whether it was the gray dwarves, demons, or tourists from other planes, they all seemed to be attracted by everything in front of them!
[Arena]
This was a famous scenic spot in Stonehenge.
There were no so-called one-on-one battles. Instead, it was a chaotic battle. Often, the gray dwarves would throw some slaves captured from the wild into the cages. If they wanted to live, there was only one way, and that was to win the final victory.
Selling slaves was one of the main sources of income in Stonehenge. The most outstanding slave traders in the entire Underdark gathered here. They either captured them personally or bought them at a low level, and then sold them to Stonehenge in exchange for some equivalent wealth.
Stonehenge had an amazing demand for slaves!
The surrounding towns would occasionally come over to take a look, trying to pick up some scraps and get a good slave.
Stonehill City was a place that paid particular attention to rules. The biggest difference between it and other arenas was that it abided by a promise. As long as a creature could walk out of this bloody battlefield, they would immediately gain freedom and could even become a guard of the council. This was a glimmer of hope for any slave, and it was even more so for the six demons and five devils in the arena today!
They were all fighting for freedom.
Unfortunately, their enemies were monsters that had no intelligence and only fought for the sake of killing!
In order to increase the effect of the bloody battle, the gray dwarves would throw some terrible creatures into the cages, such as the [Deadeye Tyrant], [Defector Creature], and [Demonized Creature]. These monsters were strong and were generally above the gold level. In addition, they also had one thing in common. That was, due to some special reasons, they had become a group of people who only knew how to kill to vent their anger.
This time, a total of eleven slaves were facing a fallen four-armed snake demon. This was a defector creature. It was originally a demon, but its body was tainted with a thick demonic aura. An ominous aura lingered on its body, so much so that its skin had turned dark green. As for its eyes, it was pitch black, like a black hole, completely freezing the souls of other creatures!
No one would pay attention to why a four-armed snake demon had the aura of a demon. For the audience here, they were more concerned about whether the slaves would kill this defected demon or whether this defected demon would slaughter all the slaves!
The Snake Demon was a special race of the Abyss Demons. It belonged to a rather powerful demonic evolution path, especially after entering the Gold tier. The Snake Demon would mutate into four arms and could use four weapons at the same time. During battle, low-tier demons could not even get close to the opponent's body.
The slaves were fighting for their lives, so naturally, they could not fight to the death.
But the Four-Armed Snake Demon only wanted to kill. So the balance of victory gradually shifted from the stalemate at the beginning to the Four-Armed Snake Demon, who did not care about its injuries. It burst out all of its life potential and used the scars from head to toe in exchange for the lives of five demons and four devils.
Covered in blood, it grabbed the neck of a succubus that was unfortunate enough to be caught by it. It lifted the succubus up and slammed the succubus against the wall. Its rough fingers, which had all its nails peeled off, clenched tightly and broke the succubus's neck. Its head and body were separated into two halves, which attracted another round of cheers from the surrounding audience.
No one dared to step forward again. Even if the Snake Demon was silent in the joy of killing, the remaining Berserk Demons and Bone Demons did not dare to step forward.
They had lost their courage.
However, the four-armed snake demon would not let them go just because of that. The demon that was affected by the Hell of Baator turned around and glared at the berserk demon that was retreating in fear. It did not even look at the bone demon beside it.
It opened its bloody mouth and let out a huge roar.
The snake-like creature had amazing sprinting and explosive power. With a barbaric charge, it pushed the Berserk Demon against the wall. Its chest caved in and blood splashed out.
The Four-Armed Snake Demon, who had completely gone berserk, opened its mouth and bit off the Berserk Demon's head.
The frenzied atmosphere in the surroundings for a long time reached a climax. Many of the audience had already raised their voices.
They shouted hoarsely. Some of the demons looked at their clansmen being killed like this. Not only did they not pity them, but they shouted even more fiercely.
A sharp bone knife slashed from behind at the defenseless Four-Armed Snake Demon. In a one-on-one situation, the Bone Demon had to make a choice. Should he let the other party recover and kill him, or should he choose to face the difficulties and obtain the freedom he yearned for?
The two arms on the left were chopped off. At this moment, the Four-Armed Snake Devil slowly turned its head and swept its remaining two arms horizontally. Under the witness of fresh blood, the Bone Devil's body was cut into two halves.
In the end, the Four-Armed Snake Demon, whose life was seriously drained, knelt on the ground. It seemed to know what was waiting for it. It opened the five fingers of its remaining two arms and raised its head to roar.
The Four-Armed Snake Demon's roar ignited the surrounding emotions, so that waves of sound resounded in the surroundings. The audience enjoyed a visual feast.
In the end, the traitorous Four-Armed Snake Demon won the victory, and a total of eleven slaves were not spared.
In a certain shadow of the Bloody Battlefield, a big shot quietly made a throat-slitting gesture.
A cage rose from the wall, and a gray dwarf about 1.3 meters tall stepped to the Snake Demon's side. In his hand was a giant hammer that was more than ten centimeters taller than himself. Without any unnecessary greetings, he raised the hammer and smashed it at the Snake Demon's head!
"Puchi!"
The Four-Armed Snake Demon's head was smashed open. Scarlet and milky white mixed together and sputtered in all directions!
This demon had lost its value. There was not a piece of good skin on its body, and even two of its most important arms were cut off. Even if it had the strength of a Gold Rank, it would be difficult for it to perform such an amazing scene. Therefore, the big shot here completed the curtain call for it.
The executioner picked up the head and threw it to the cheering audience in the crowd. The executioner did not dodge. Instead, the executioner took the Four-Armed Snake Demon's head and raised it high. Blood soaked its body, and there were some screams in the surroundings. It was treated like a [Hero].
"This is very in line with the style of the Abyss." Chen Feng was also a member of the audience, but compared to the excitement around him, he seemed a little depressed.
The gray dwarf listed the Substandard Artifact as a key auction item, and the specific auction time was set to be seven days later. And this was also the third day that Chen Feng stayed in Stonehenge City.
Compared to order, there was another kind of civilization here. It was barbaric, bloody, ugly, and perverse. Even if a normal person stayed here for a long time, it seemed that they would gradually fall into chaos.
Because of the publicity, more and more powerful people came to this city. In these three days, Chen Feng had already seen five Legendary Masters.
But the more it was like this, the more flustered Chen Feng's heart was.
The gray dwarf in the tavern who intended to leak the news of the Substandard Artifact, more and more people gathered, and the auction was postponed for a week.
"What is the ultimate goal of Stonehenge City? Gathering people, postponing the time, the auction seems to have the intention to attract more powerful people around here. "
"A conservative estimate is that there are more than ten Legendary Masters in this city. What does Stonehenge City want to do? Is it just to accumulate wealth?"
Chen Feng frowned. His eyes focused on the arena in front of him. Blood had already soaked the ground, and it looked like a sea of blood, which was unusually clear.
At this time, he suddenly froze, and a strong thought flashed in his mind:
"Blood!"
"More people!"
"More powerful people!"
"Blood sacrifice!"
Chen Feng stood in place like a statue, and his forehead was covered with dense cold sweat.
He felt like he had the deepest and darkest nightmare, and he almost could not wake up.
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