Retired god king transferred to witch idol manager

Soon, the girl lying by the window understood, because the huge arches on both sides were suddenly pulled apart by iron cables.

Two stalwart fighters walked out one from the other and roared at each other.

One is a water soul warrior at the peak of the thirteenth rank, and the other is a great knight of wind language who has just entered the fourteenth rank.

The two are powerful, but at this moment they put on the rune shackles like wild animals and were thrown into the battlefield for fun.

Yes, this is a Colosseum!

Whoever can kill the other side will have a chance to escape from here alive!

The Colosseum area has been opened on the screen. It can be a fight between slaves, or a duel between slaves and monsters. It all depends on the preferences of the guests. Betting is open.

Both fighters were favored by the nobles in the disc, and they spent a lot of money to buy them, and the winning side would get the bet placed by the other side.

The soul warrior looked cautious, paying attention to the steps of the big knight. Both of them were unarmed and were testing each other.

Suddenly, a big sword fell from the sky and landed in front of the big knight.

The host on the screen forgets to explain, and the smears are flying.

The big knight looked fierce, raised his sword and rushed towards the unarmed Dushi. It turned out that the master bought a magic sword for his fighter in the room.

The other party was not to be outdone, and quickly threw money to deliver a war hammer to the fighters.

Keng!

The great sword and the warhammer collided fiercely.

Although the weapon was not very convenient, which affected the agile posture of the water soul warrior, the fighter had no choice but to grit his teeth and counterattack.

The martial arts of the soul warrior was even better, piercing the opponent's armor many times, but the auxiliary secret technique in the hands of the great knight made every sword sharp and unmatched.

The two strong men were fighting for their lives at their feet, and the strong visual stimulation made the pawns in the disc more excited.

"kill him!"

A bloated old man in pajamas opened the window, shouting at the top of his lungs.

The big knight had already gained the upper hand, and the big sword cut off the soul warrior's head in a gust of wind, winning applause from the crowd.

The old man cheered, kissed the slave female companion in his arms, and raised his middle finger to the loser opposite Yuanpan.

The boy who was gnashing his teeth obviously didn't know how to maximize the fighter's combat power, and let a water soul warrior hold a war hammer to face the big knight head-on.

With a cold snort, he drove Yuanpan away from this area, losing interest.

This is not important to the two nobles, it is just a game, a little money, and the fighters in the Colosseum can no longer move.

The staff carried away the body, and the way to clean up the scene was to bury the blood with sand.

"Too cruel......."

Messiah sighed.

Although I have heard about the aristocratic style of the Holy Alliance for a long time, it is another matter to see it with my own eyes.

The next fight is just around the corner, featuring two tall, buxom beauties.

One had ferocious fleshy wings on his back, he was a demon captive of the Dark Demons, and the other was a wolf-shaped orc with sharp claws and long ears.

Both of them are around level [-]. They wear sexy and revealing clothes according to the bad taste of the guests, and they will compete in the arena, just like two beasts caught in a trap.

Soon, the devil and the wolf girl wrestled together. The audience didn't want to see too bloody scenes, so they didn't give the fighters weapons and equipment, in order to appreciate the beating fat porpoise.

The level of cheers at the scene was obviously more enthusiastic than before. Many people hid in the disc, licked their lips, and stared longingly at the sturdy female fighter.

The winner of the two will be bought by a nobleman at a higher price, and will be pressed down and ravaged in a bloody posture in order to gain a strong sense of conquest.

This style of play is quite popular recently.

177. The Desperate Battle Girl

The two female slaves are mediocre, and the picture is wonderful and beautiful, but it is not very pleasing to the eye.

Even so, the arena area is the most frequented by guests among the many blocks in the neon space.

The two sides wrestled and tore each other's hair, fighting for a chance to survive, a chance to be humiliated.

Messiah couldn't bear to watch it any longer. Even if he won today, he would be tortured to death by moody nobles someday.

From the moment they were marked as slaves, their bodies no longer belonged to them.

There was an unusual silence in the room, and no one said anything funny and stupid in an attempt to stop this bloody gladiatorial fight.

Even if they can be saved, can all the slaves be saved?

The Trident Club has been established for some time, and such scenes have happened countless times, and what they see is just a drop in the bucket.

Not to mention that a few students who have not yet taken power are powerless to stop it, even the Pope Qiyao is impossible to disobey, hurting the interests of all the nobles of the Holy Alliance.

Lockerin's intolerable rotten side was quietly revealed, and so far it was only the tip of the iceberg...

The fierce fighting is still going on, and every drop of blood shed by the female fighter will increase the price of the auction on the screen.

The wildness and roar stimulate the consumption desire of the guests.

If you don't have a weapon, use your sharp teeth.

The wolf girl's claws left countless bloodstains on the female demon's body, and even bit off half of her wings.

But due to an oversight, the orc was wrapped around the neck by the devil's sharp tail from behind, tightly strangled the tough fur, tore it hard, and directly cut its throat.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

"The winner is our little devil, Buffy from the Abyss!"

The winner is determined, and the auction has just ended.

The host dropped the hammer heavily and traded Buffy to the guest of disc 57 for 137 gold coins.

"Let's go."

Lily rubbed the space between her brows, and could no longer stay in the arena area.

"what?"

The silver-haired girl who had been lying on the sofa and browsing the menu blinked her eyes in disbelief. She wanted to find a few qualified slaves to dedicate their lives to the cause of chaos.

did not expect......

"and many more."

Nolan uttered a word to stop him, and sensed a rather familiar aura.

The gate of the iron prison of the Colosseum opened again, and in the dark hole, a figure was dragged forward by chains.

"Everyone, don't walk away! You will definitely like the next gift! I never brag, I know everything. This is a big man. I don't have a chance to see him. I'll put the price first. Here, the rest are free to play!"

The host smiled mysteriously and spread out his palm, which was five fingers.

"5000 million!"

Such a high starting price! ?

The guests in every room exclaimed.

Although the arena's turnover is high, the most money that can be spent on a fighter is no more than 3000 million, and that's still a beautiful female elf knight at the sub-sage level.

With a starting price of 5000 million, who can be worth the price?

It can't be a saint...

It would be interesting if some saints were captured and sold as slaves~

There was a lot of discussion all around, and this was exactly what the club wanted to achieve. There were quite a few of the most expensive guests who came here today to see the artifact, and this gift would definitely command a sky-high price!

The host's words did arouse curiosity. The disc floating in the sky did not rush to switch areas, and there were many more, waiting for the so-called gift to come out of the cage.

Several eldest ladies also approached the window, looking down.

5000 million is not a small amount, even a medium-sized kingdom like Plantagenet cannot afford so much money all at once.

Although there were many wealthy women present, the only ones who could casually hand out 5000 million were Messiah and Zenola.

After some deliberation, the host in suits and leather shoes finally unveiled the mystery of the next fighter.

"This is the warm-up guest that we have spent a lot of effort to specially invite. Let me give warm applause to the sixth princess of twelve moments, the third commander of the Holy Legion, who was defeated by the [Final Yan] Saint, The saint who has been punished by God, the [brave] Fen Ruier!"

The expression on Zenola's pretty face froze instantly, and the other girls were equally astonished.

"how is this possible!?"

Messiah rushed to the window, and sure enough, he saw the curly brown-haired Holy Battle Princess, Fen Ruier dragged her feet in embarrassment, her expression lost her soul, she was no longer as domineering as before, and she didn't even have time to wear the battered armor In other words, this unattainable saint who once stood at the apex of the Holy Alliance now wears rune shackles around her neck, and her fate is pitiful and pathetic.

All because of losing the favor of Goddess Qiyao.

Those honorable titles that were once given to Fen Rui'er have now become the rhetoric of the host's ridicule, stating her value over and over again, so as to sell an unprecedented exaggerated figure.

"It's really Fen Rui'er, she was expelled from Qiyao Temple?"

"Oh oh oh my gosh!"

The nobles in the audience were boiling. As "pious" elemental believers, how could they have the opportunity to touch the saint, even if it is a branch hall of the secondary plane, it is absolutely impossible, let alone the great Twelve Hours Holy War Ji.

But now, there is an opportunity in front of him.

Because, now Fen Ruier is just a former saint who was spurned by the goddess, and is no longer a sacred and inviolable existence!

All the desires in the sky above the arena were ignited by the slim and mature figure, turning into a fiery and pure instinct of conquest.

"Aunt Fen Ruier..."

Zenola's pretty face was full of disbelief. That strong, courageous and heroic saint was sold by Qiyao Temple?

Nolan blinked, and muttered: "The backstage of the Trident Club is indeed very hard. I just took it out of the Inquisition and shared it with the guests. I'm not surprised at all."

"traitor!"

"The Blasphemer!"

"Damn slut!"

The sound of insults and reprimands came from all directions, making the precarious pretty figure even more sad.

No matter how the warden and the judge pressed her, Fen Ruier always had that sentence in her mouth.

"What the hell did I do wrong....What the hell did I do wrong..."

In the eyes of the citizens of the Holy Alliance and the believers of the goddess, this woman who deceived the world in the name of purity must have done something that betrayed the will of the goddess Qiyao, otherwise why would she be deprived of the qualification to control the elements?

"Okay, okay, everyone, calm down, I've seen someone bidding. Don't worry, we still have a long time to play with the Holy Maiden, let's decide what is the opponent of the first battle of the Lady Zhan Ji? Please Attention everyone, the current Fen Ruier has all her souls taken away, she is very fragile, please protect her well!"

The playful voice was yin and yang, adding to the cruelty.

178. Exchange time for rich kids

Before the sale, what awaits Fen Ruier in the arena will only be endless teasing and ravages. Nothing can be more exciting and exciting than abusing a high-ranking saint.

As long as Fenruier still has one breath left, the trident can save her.

Speaking of which, the nobles who are looking forward to it have to thank the sinner invincible~

Messiah opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

It seems that Fen Rui'er was not tortured in the Inquisition, but it's hard to say what happened next.

Even though every guest's needs and votes were fed back on the screen, the price continued to soar, and soon reached 7000 million, which was an unprecedented number in the arena area.

"Oh, it seems that everyone is looking forward to Master Fen Rui'er's heroic posture against monsters. Well, I have some cute children here. Is it the slime army or the abyssal tentacle demon? Sour rot larvae are also good choices."

The host decides the fighter's opponent in a few words, a battle between humans and monsters, and the next scene will be very interesting.

"hateful......"

Fen Rui'er struggled to raise her head and clenched her teeth, but she couldn't feel the soul anymore, and she didn't have any strength.

Being pointed at and commented on as a commodity has never suffered such humiliation for decades.

Fen Ruier had heard of this place, the back garden of the rich and powerful, and the burial ground of the slaves, but she never thought that she would become one of them for the pleasure of being obscene.