The volcanic arena of the Withered Blade is empty at this time. A narrow silver path floated over the field several kilometers deep, where the succubus Anyara stood.
As the supreme leader of the Witch Spirit Sect, Aniara is a perfect combination of beauty and death. Her tight breastplate outlines a perfect body curve. Her exposed abdomen has a clear vest line, her shoulders and arms have thorny decorations, and her bare skin has obvious marks of exercise, but her skin is still crystal clear. However, her arms, legs and abdomen are dotted with shallow wounds. The metal leg armor with a texture like thin silk gives her already slender legs a unique sense of power. The root of her snow-white thighs exposed in the air can easily attract people's sight. A strip of cloth dyed red with blood is hanging between her legs, just like her long blood-colored hair.
Her hairstyle is classic among the Dark Spirits. There is no unnecessary trim. She simply tied up a bun. Combined with her quiet face, she has a different sense of coldness, which is significantly different from the general mania of the daughter of Kane.
Many residents of the Shadow Hub believe that she is the most beautiful woman here, and even many conspiracy consuls came from Comoros to see her beauty. She even received the elegant title of "Bloody Condor".
There are also rumors that she was once the famous champion of Comoros and was once more beautiful until the woman appeared.
Few people know what happened before. Everyone knows that she lost to the rising Rileys, and finally chose to exile herself. After wandering in the Milky Way for a long time, she met Sarain and settled in the Shadow Hub.
So when the two conspiracy groups fought, most people thought Anyala would support Sarain, but the result was shocking.
Anyala chose neutrality and declared that he would never enter the territory of the Claw Conspiracy again.
At this time, even though the Shadow Hub was the only one in the Claw Conspiracy Group, the Withered Blade also played a crucial role in the operation of the city. The bloody games of the Witch Spirits and the beasts and slaves they raised attracted a lot of trade, maintained the survival of the Hub, and satisfied the evil desires of the Dark Spirit residents in the Hub. So Zargaen had no words, and everyone continued to maintain the well without trauma.
But obviously, things have changed.
Anila stared at the towering tower with her rare silver pupils, and after a moment, a sigh came from her thin crimson lips.
"...It's just a fool who is obstructing his purpose..."
Suddenly, a thin and cold air blew from the huge gravity of the arena, blowing her exposed skin, causing a slight tremor.
Although she realized that the shadow hub was changing, she didn't know what action to do. They were just a witch spirit sect, and it didn't matter who was in power, but this change may be beyond ordinary power changes.
In distracted, she took a few steps and stared at the abyss below.
This is Shadow Ridge, and it is also her territory and her stage.
Beyond the huge god tower, the city towers and the shadowed metal canyon stretched in all directions, and Shadow Ridge is the second largest building complex here, the center of the witch spirits' cruel games and the slave trade that maintained the hub's prosperity.
After initially working with Sara to obtain the Shadow Hub, Anila and her Blade reshape the dent around the sphere's gravitational mouth into a series of descending floors, deep into the center of the artificial star, with an arena on each floor for the place of slaves and training gladiators, and some floors are also used to guard beasts and foster monsters, separated from other areas of the pit by huge ancient explosion-proof doors and bulkheads.
The so-called gravity giant mouth is the "mouth" of the Galan sphere, which is used to swallow astral fragments, feed the furnace deep in it, and convert it into raw materials.
It is thousands of meters wide and a huge opening surrounded by a suspended array and a magnetic grappling tower, but it seems that the builders consider that the size of the planetary fragments swallowed by the sphere will vary greatly, ranging from a few hundred meters to a diameter of more than two thousand meters, so the gravity giant opening is not molded into a single door covering the tunnel entering the inside of the sphere. Instead, it consists of dozens of doors, each of which can be opened independently, and there are more doors on the lower level, all leading to the center of the Gayland sphere.
All of these doors are set in the superstructure of the sphere, with steep slopes and are often surrounded by sharp teeth to capture debris, so each door is a natural pit suitable for arena battles. The Blade of the Wither creates dozens of arenas using these doors and floors, including a central arena that can be opened, closed or otherwise manipulated at will, also known as the Blood Door, which can be expanded or combined by pushing a joystick, or open a door to the sphere's burning heart, throwing screaming slaves and beasts down to kill.
Anilaya stood above the gate of blood, and in the past if she appeared here, it would mean a grand event.
But at this time, there were no audiences and no opponents, she was alone.
But loneliness did not bring her calmness, but instead made her mind more confused, but soon a news came from the roses on her shoulders.
Hearing what was said inside, Anila was stunned at first, then whispered:
"Let him come here."
When she turned around, two figures appeared at the end of the silver path, one was the cunning and vulgar Dracula, and Anila knew the signs on each other, and even knew this person.
Charonte of the Iron Thorn Lord's Conspiracy Group, a representative who often goes to and from the Shadow Hub, is also a thing as boring as other men,
However, her attention was quickly attracted by the figure behind the other party. The man was one head taller than Caronte, wearing a black cloak, as if it was a ghost, but for some reason, when the other party appeared, Anila felt that the temperature of the air had risen.
Charonte carefully walked through the silver floating path, which was pedaling softly across the center of the Blood Gate like an arrow. Anything that fell from here would fall endlessly until it fell into the ever-burning core of the Galand Star.
In the center of the arena, the paths converge into a disc, and the width from the center to the periphery is no more than the normal person's flat arms.
Fighting here is like dancing on the tip of a knife, which is the most advanced "politeness".
In fact, when she first heard Charonte come to find her, Anila was very confused, but when she heard that the other party was carrying two gifts, she knew what was going on.
But now she was even more curious about how the Iron Thorn Lord did so beautifully? If they had such ability, why not subvert Victor?
Chapter completed!