Chapter 220 Death Arena

The Arena, this area plays a vital role in the society of Gomor. The Witch Cult will build the Arena in the towering castle and the triangular tower with razor edges.

Bringing an artistic murder show and unrestrained killing to all who come to visit the game, each Arena is a complex multi-layered structure with a barbed stage in the center, where thousands of slaves and warriors reach the pinnacle of honor.

The audience of the Arena can sit on the gorgeous throne or watch the show on the pleasure airship, tasting the pain from a shocking and dangerous distance.

The Death Arena is the most dangerous place in the entire real universe. This huge arena has a prison for all dangerous creatures in the universe, and has the most cruel and outstanding warriors.

Not only that, there is also the largest gambling activity in the entire galaxy, which weighs the fate of different warriors and gambles everything with super high odds of becoming rich overnight or becoming a slave overnight.

In this dangerous middle structure, two figures like gladiator slaves slowly walked out of the bloody hell, and their footsteps were accompanied by noisy quarrels.

"You big fool! If I hadn't been smart just now, I would have been eaten by that thing!"

"Stinky girl! What are you afraid of? You are fine, so keep moving forward!"

"Okay, you big fool! Think about what happened when we were in the meat grinder. If I hadn't released the control line for you, you would have turned into mud!"

"Hehe, I think you are itching for trouble. Do you want me to spank you again?"

"You! You have no honor! Shameless!"

"What kind of morality is there to treat aliens!"

A shorter and thinner man stopped talking, just twisting his head and mumbling in anger. Another giant holding a huge I-beam-like weapon also turned his head to one side, but did not say anything excessive.

Khan really regretted saving this black bean sprout now. She was obviously the girlfriend of that stinky boy, but he insisted on helping to protect her. In the end, he was captured by these crazy people and sent to such a hell place to compete.

Not to mention that this girl from Irafren always distracted his attention and always made him angry.

Khan tapped the I-beam on his shoulder with his fingers impatiently. He pulled this thing off a pillar and then stabbed a huge orc warlord to death with it.

This broken place really has everything, traps, monsters, weapons, decryption. Although Khan really likes the decryption part, he likes to use his brain.

"According to you, we have to climb to the top if we want to get out?"

"That's right, big fool, this is the death arena, and only the last person who survives can get the prize."

Irafren held a crossbow-like weapon in his hand and answered Khan's question without any anger.

These things were all obtained by killing the wandering monsters and other contestants.

Compared to the Blood God's Arena, this arena does not prepare weapons for the contestants, but will make some small treasure chests on some traps and monsters.

Some of them contain traps, some contain real weapons, and of course there are also junk.

Khan is the kind of person with bad luck. He opened more than ten boxes in a row and found all of them were traps. However, Irafren was lucky and opened a black crossbow with the first shot.

In the end, Khan could not bear the humiliation and pulled out an I-beam to use as a weapon.

The two of them rushed up all the way, and then saw a beast with a purple chitin shell all over its body guarding a gate.

It was opening its bloody mouth to devour the corpse in front of it. It seemed that those people who tried to break through this place were crushed into pieces by the monster in front of them, and then eaten up.

The eyeless head seemed to feel the arrival of new fresh food. It swallowed the flesh and blood in its mouth in two or three mouthfuls and drove its huge body towards Khan and the others.

"A big bug!" Irafren retreated with a black crossbow in his hand and shot at the giant bug. The black single-molecule needles shot out by these black crossbows pierced into the chitin shell during Irafren's shooting, but the effect did not seem to be significant.

Khan held the I-beam and swung it like hitting a baseball, hitting the giant bug hard.

The giant bug, which was much larger than the Leman Russ tank, was stopped by Khan's I-beam. The thick and hard shell on its head was cracked, and the I-beam in Khan's hand was also dented.

"It's really hard." Feeling the force of the impact and the shock in his hand, Khan knew the weight and defense of the creature in front of him. If only his power sword was here. I don't know where the dark elves took it.

A thick leg attacked Khan's waist. Khan jumped to avoid the attack of the giant bug and landed on his smooth back armor.

The giant insect seemed to realize this, twisting its back to throw Khan off.

Khan seemed to have found the same fun as training a horse, holding on to the gap in the shell tightly to prevent himself from slipping off, "Don't worry about me, girl, let me play for a while!"

Irafren looked helplessly at Khan who was riding on the back of the giant insect and laughing, and felt that this guy was really childish.

Taking a can of drink from the belt snatched from an unlucky guy, Irafren sat on the ground and took a sip.

"Uh~yue! So disgusting."

After just one sip, Irafren felt the taste of rotten mushrooms coming from her tongue. She flicked her tongue and spat out the drink in her mouth.

"A green juicer? Oh"

Irafren held the can, which reminded her of the days when she always brought green juicers to Lao Tietou.

You will be with your fucking thing, right?

Who will repair my motorcycle in the future?

Irafren recalled the ugly face of Lao Tietou under the welder's mask sadly, and remembered the stench when she first went to his auto repair shop.

"Ugh! It stinks here! Can you clean it up?"

"You stinky bean sprout! This is our culture! The stinkier and greener it is, the more Waaagh it is!"

"If you keep disgusting me, I won't bring you green juice!"

"Okay, okay, we can still discuss this."

Lao Tietou gave in a step. In order to drink some of the green juice brought by Irafren, he began to clean up his messy auto repair shop. Although it was not that clean, at least Irafren would not vomit directly when he went in.

"That's more like it, Lao Tietou, do you want to race?"

"Come on, bean sprout, the loser will clean the toilet."

Here the Khan is beating a tyrant guard