In the arena covered with white sand, looking at the opponent in front of him, Ammon'shi couldn't help but reveal a grimace.
The towering, huge human figure in tattered robes was almost twice as tall as a fire warrior in combat uniform. A cylindrical helmet covered its head and shoulders, and was then staggered with heavy chains.
Wrapped around its chest, its goggles were carved into a bloody mouth. The giant's right arm split into two tentacles starting from the elbow, and they were tightly wrapped around a huge industrial pickaxe.
On the hammer's handle, the left arm itself was a weapon - the arm expanded into a jagged claw, and the monster was dragging it behind it.
For slave gladiators like Comoros, the only purpose of rest is to earn more money and reputation for their masters, so not long after the competition in the Bloody Forest, Am'shi had to face his new opponent.
However, his hostess's mood did not seem to be very good in the past two days, because there were far fewer people coming to watch the gladiator. On the one hand, it was because a large number of manpower had been mobilized for the war, but more importantly, everyone was looking forward to it soon.
The upcoming feast, the duel between the two strongest succubi, will be a gorgeous stage that will make the blood of the residents of Comoros burst into flames.
In comparison, a skinny, blue-skinned fish-headed man is not that interesting, so there are not many viewers.
But this is not what Ammon's history needs to worry about. He must find a way to survive now.
There is no doubt that this thing is the masterpiece of the Haemonculus, and it is probably the failed product of some terrible surgery - most arena owners will only buy these in order to save money.
Walking slowly around his opponent, Ammon'shi thought about countermeasures while capturing the giant's movements.
Just as he suddenly swept the sand toward the opponent's helmet with a sweeping sweep of his long stick, the giant swung his pickaxe and hammer to protect its eyepiece, as if it already knew what he was thinking.
Yet no one can read an ethereal mind.
The opponent's blocking action was exactly what he wanted, and Ammon'shi suddenly threw out the long stick. As the thing whirled and danced in the air, it continued to extend toward both ends. With a short and harsh sound, all the telescopic segments loosened.
Come on.
In a heartbeat, it transformed into a double-headed sword.
The long knife hit the giant monster's helmet, knocking it off balance and falling to the ground. Ammon'shi had already rushed forward, grabbed the weapon that was about to hit the ground, spun back, charged up, and sprinted again, leaping forward.
The forward strike drove the knife into the giant's goggles.
The sharp blade shattered the Cyclops-like eyepiece and then inserted it smoothly.
"Monte'ka!"
With the roar of Ammon'shi, the sharp blade penetrated deeply into the giant's head - the body of the giant beast suddenly trembled violently, and then with a wave of his hand, Ether removed its eyepiece and most of its face.
Tear it off.
When the giant monster fell backwards, Ammon'shi saw that its helmet was filled with broken bones and tentacles that were changing out of nowhere.
This series of operations was very smooth, and the audience burst into applause and cheers, but Ammon'shi knew that this was because his opponent was too weak - his mistress could not afford the terrifying monsters provided by the conspiracy last time.
When he dragged his tired body back to the rest area, Serene, dressed in a black dress, was already waiting under the dim light, as gorgeous as a black rose.
"Agree to my terms, or I will never kill for the joy of your customers again."
Ammon' Shi said this, his voice becoming deep and rough due to severe dehydration.
Serene crossed her arms and raised her carefully painted eyebrows.
"Yeah?"
"Yes, before you got me, you didn't even have any autonomy and lived under the slavery and shadow of others. You only became rich after you got me, and I am among your audience.
Quite popular.”
Selene clenched her teeth, which he took as a sign of agreement.
Multiple emotions converged in the heart of the Arena Mistress, and Selene was furious: anger at Ammon's arrogance, and frustration at her inability to find loopholes in his logic.
There is also the fear of the possibility of losing her upper class status.
Ammon's history is right. Before she got Ammon's history, her family's arena was almost in ruins. There were no spectators, no good gladiators, and even wild beasts were almost unaffordable.
She was able to obtain the last funding by flattering Mrs. Malus of the poisonous cabal, but the price was that she almost lost her independent decision-making power.
Until buying ammonium 'history in a gambling nature.
"All right."
One corner of Selene's crimson-dyed lips was twisted.
"Say your conditions and I will satisfy all your desires, even my body doesn't matter."
Ammon'shi shook his head.
"You just make me want to puke."
"Provoking me won't do you any good! Damn old Tau!"
"It's very simple. Let me rest. According to your standards, for three Comorian days and nights, I want to be alone."
He said it, and then calmed down again to wait for her answer.
Selene looked at the Tau man in surprise and blinked her beautiful eyes.
"That's it?"
"That's it, no one is allowed to disturb you for three days."
Selene burst out laughing.
"I thought you were looking for ten succubi. That's it. Okay, I allow it. You see how much I love you."
Ammon'shi shook his head indifferently, then turned and walked towards the passage.
After returning to his room, or cell, Ammon'shi smelled a scent, and then looked at the table, where the ceramic bowl contained stew, not only rich broth, but also tender vegetables, this aroma
It made his index finger move.
But he was not in a hurry to eat. Instead, he held his breath and confirmed that there were no living things around him. Then he came to the bed where he slept, bent down to remove the bed board piece by piece, and took out a piece of paper from the back.
One day ago, this note suddenly appeared in his room. It was written in Titanium language and was signed by a fire warrior named Ming Qi. The other party claimed that they were actively saving themselves and now they had found a group of reliable helpers.
We will take action in the next two days and outline the plan. The most important thing is that there will be no one around during the action.
At first, Ammon'shi thought that the hostess was deceiving him, but after careful analysis, he felt that it was not the case. The other party had no reason to play such a game.
That’s why today’s “asking for leave” came about.
And the letter also said that if he wanted to reply, he could write it on the back and throw it out the window.
Outside the window, Shi remembered that it was a flower garden, but since the other party said so, he still took a gamble.
Ammon'shi bit his finger, but instead of writing with it, he took out a hollow thorn he had pulled out from his opponent in a previous competition, dipped the thorn in blood and wrote on the paper.
Soon, the written letter was crumpled into a ball and thrown out of the window.
Having done everything, Am'shi came to the table, picked up the bowl and spoon, and began to eat absentmindedly.
Can the other party rescue him?
And is that plan feasible?
In his long life, this ether had rare hesitations and doubts, but hope forced him to fight again. After all, after this threat, he felt that Wasinda must do something to completely control him. Will do some very vulgar and even obscene things.
His lifelong reputation cannot be ruined right here!