"Quickly... inform the parliament quickly, quickly!"

Mo Changsong shouted, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, breathing heavily, looking at the white ward and his wife beside him, with a hint of confusion in his eyes as when he just woke up.

Pan Wan, who was beside the bed, saw this and happily held one of his hands: "It's been three months, Changsong, you finally woke up!"

"I woke up……"

As soon as Mo Changsong's expression calmed down, the memory that had been sleeping in his mind suddenly woke up. His face immediately changed and he said anxiously: "Quick, let someone inform the council. This big fight is different from the previous one. We are very likely to

Will lose!"

"That great gladiatorial contest that happens every ten years? What went wrong?"

Pan Wan covered his mouth, and the joy in his eyes disappeared instantly.

She didn't know much about the Arena of Despair, but she also knew that the outcome of the Grand Arena was related to all mankind, and losing would have serious consequences.

"The reason why I was ambushed is because I discovered the information that several elders had an affair with "Despair", and the secret that they cooperated internally and externally with monsters from another world to launch a plan in this great gladiatorial battle."

Mo Changsong explained: "Although I don't know what the plan is, if they are not stopped, something bad will probably happen."

Pan Wan suddenly became nervous: "What should we do? Shi Cheng went there a month ago."

"What?"

Mo Changsong was just about to ask how his son woke up, but he immediately realized that given the current situation, someone should notify the elders of the main war faction of this information as soon as possible.

But before the words were spoken, there was a knock on the door outside.

The anxious voice of the maid came: "Madam, there is something abnormal at the arena, and it's not just the arena in our city."

"Come in and tell us what's going on."

Mo Changsong reacted quickly, and Pan Wan stopped feeling sad and looked at the maid who had just walked in.

"Just half an hour ago, an abnormal situation suddenly occurred in the fighting space of the arena. It was beyond human control. The ongoing fighting was forcibly ended and the gladiators were dispersed. No matter how we investigated, we could not find the reason."

The maid didn't even have time to do the etiquette, so she said: "Later, I received telegrams from several neighboring cities. Similar problems also occurred in their gladiatorial spaces."

After hearing this, Pan Wan looked anxious: "Changsong, what is going on?"

After the maid said what she said, her husband's face became darker and darker, and she vaguely guessed something was going on.

My son, who has just been away from me for only a month, may be in crisis again this time, and it is also a crisis that makes him powerless.

Pan Wan could only hope that his guess was wrong, and maybe the situation was not as serious as it was.

"It's too late, the plan has already started, and the passage may have lost its function. The Gladiator of Despair has become an isolated place without assistance."

Mo Changsong shook his head, as if he had aged several years at this moment.

Pan Wan looked at him with red eyes: "Is there really nothing we can do? Our son is still inside..."

"Let's go to the arena."

Mo Changsong got off the bed, took her hand and walked out: "Tell me what happened after I fell into coma? And how did Shi Cheng wake up?"

Now that things have happened, no matter what the outside world does, they can't change what happened in the Arena of Despair.

The only thing that can be expected now is a miracle like the one a hundred years ago.

At that time, when the guy who claimed to be a god showed his butcher knife, the backhand left by the ancestors appeared like a miracle.

Who can be sure that there won’t be another miracle this time?

Arena of Despair.

More than a month has passed outside, but only one day has passed here.

In this arena, there are fights initiated by creatures from other worlds almost all the time.

However, because the gaps in the world are too narrow, the creatures from other worlds that can initiate fights through the gaps are usually not too strong, but they cannot withstand their huge, nearly infinite number.

Fortunately, due to rule restrictions, only one fight can be held at the same time.

Relying on the rotation of spiritualists, criminals, and slaves, and by prolonging each fight to the longest time before it ends, although there will occasionally be some casualties, they are all within an acceptable range.

What is really dangerous is the great gladiatorial battle that occurs every ten years outside.

On that day, the gap in the world will expand more than ten times, making the monsters that can pass through the gap more terrifying. The strength of each monster can rival the top spiritual summoners on the human side.

Even if it was only a moment, it was enough for those monsters to pass through the gap and launch a large-scale gladiatorial battle involving hundreds of people.

This also causes a large number of human beings' strong men to disappear every ten years, and it is even necessary to use those talented spiritual summoners who have not yet matured to reduce the consumption of top combat power.

Conversion time.

Today, exactly ten years have passed since the last big fight in the outside world.

In order to ensure that there will be no accidents in this great battle, thousands of people are already scattered in the stands of the Despair Arena. Everyone is a powerful spiritual summoner revered by ordinary people, occupying almost three seats in the Kingdom of Hope.

One-third of the top combat power.

According to past experience in great gladiatorial battles, no more than half of the people will survive in the end.

Even more, if the battle situation is more tragic, only 20% to 30% of the people who will survive may end up surviving.

In addition to the thousands of people in the stands, there were hundreds of people in the central open space.

This is the first group of spiritual summoners preparing to enter, commonly known as the death squad. They will hardly survive until the end, and even if they survive, the number of them can be counted on one hand.

From the perspective of ensuring their own interests, everyone should choose the later batch.

But in the face of human survival, most people did not escape, but handed over the choice to the United Council, and many people even volunteered to be pioneers.

"Miss."

Feeling the solemn atmosphere at the scene, Silvia couldn't help but hold Vivian's arm.

Vivian lifted her chin, leaned into her ear and said, "What are you afraid of? You don't have to take action."

Sylvia came in as her maid. Although she became a gladiator according to the rules, she was ranked last in the batch and it was basically impossible to participate in the gladiator.

Because if it really comes down to the last few batches, it will only prove that this battle has been lost.

Xiluweiya shook her head: "Xiluviya is not afraid, it's just Miss..."

"It's fine."

Vivian's hand that lifted her chin was put on her head and rubbed, and she said with a smile: "I was pulled in temporarily to make up the numbers. The batch is very late. At least six people have to go in before they can take turns.

Come to me."

She thought of the information she had learned about the Arena of Despair in the past few days.

Most of the people in this arena.

In the outside world, he is a powerful spiritual summoner that everyone admires, but here he is mostly used as cannon fodder to consume monsters.

What really determines the outcome of this battle and leads it to the end is a team composed of elders leading a group of strong men.

When they think that the monsters have been almost consumed and the battle can be ended at a lower cost, they will directly enter the angle space over other cannon fodder to completely terminate those monsters, thereby avoiding unnecessary subsequent sacrifices.

That is to say.

If everything goes well, this big fight will end before it is my turn to appear.

"here we go."

In the front row of the stands, Leif looked at the angular space gradually emerging in the center, his eyes full of heaviness.

This time, many people are going to die here again.

"Yes, it's begun."

Not far away, Qasim laughed loudly: "Starting from today, the world will change its rules."

The elders standing next to him looked at Leif and others with victorious expressions, and the slightly raised corners of their mouths seemed to contain contempt and disdain.

Leif's face turned cold: "What do you mean?"

These people are all elders of the Kilometer Faction, and are also known as the Surrender Faction in private.

They advocated their stance of non-resistance to other worlds in the parliament, but they were suppressed by the larger number of warring factions and could never raise their heads. However, due to the weak and unhelpful principle of the centrists, they have never been suppressed.

laugh!

The fighting space suddenly erupted with dazzling light, instantly engulfing the entire arena.

As quickly as it comes, it goes as quickly as it comes.

When the light disappeared, everyone found that the surroundings had turned into a world. It was no longer the desperate arena they were familiar with, but a wild wasteland without any vegetation, only loess and flying sand.

From a distance, you can see the deep darkness and flashing thunder at the edge.

"Miss, are you okay?"

Silvia realized something was wrong and immediately looked at Vivian beside her.

Vivian shook her head and looked straight ahead with a cautious face.

A group of black monsters can be seen from a distance. The shortest one among them is two meters long, and the tallest one can even be compared with a ten-story high-rise building. They have different shapes, with hard scales on their bodies, and their entire bodies are dark in color.

His eyes were full of killing and bloodthirsty beastliness.
To be continued...