Is it really okay to travel to other worlds after defeating the Black Soul?

They fought, and the two fought each other at a speed close to the speed of light.

The winner was already decided, and the sword blade of "Incarnation of Salary Kings" rested on the injured part of the knight's left neck, and the sharp blade shining with cold light penetrated several centimeters into the neck.

However, his expression showed no fear of death at all. He seemed to have expected this situation. Although the wound was cut open again, for him, it was just another matter of crushing a drop of stone. The dark red blood that flowed out would only arouse his fighting spirit even higher.

The sword blade in the knight's hand sank into the abdomen of "Incarnation of Salary Kings", the epee was pulled up heavily, and the sharp blade split the breastplate helmet and breastplate into two halves, completely becoming a fatal blow.

The "incarnation of the salary kings" whose upper body was divided into two was reduced to a mass of ashes under the blowing of the breeze.

Everything is over, the last battle finally came to an end, slowly... after a long time of mental pressure, although the physical injury was completely healed by the crushed drop stone just now, but the mental pressure and There is no secret treasure or secret medicine that can restore the overdraft, and the relaxed spirit finally made the body unable to support it, tilting and falling to the ground.

Just before falling to the ground, Fran's great sword suddenly stuck on the ground and became a "crutch" to support the body.

Now there is one more thing that must be done, he cannot fall down yet.

Relying on the "crutch" to support the body, the great sword of Fran, the knight walked step by step to the last campfire.

It wasn't until he reached the last campfire that the knight let go of his grip on the hilt of his sword, knelt down in front of the campfire, and stretched out his hand towards the "flame".

[The fire transmission process is officially over, the total time is 3 hours and 35 minutes, the task is completed, and the transmission begins. 】

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PS1: I haven't thought about the protagonist's name at all, let's replace it with the word "Knight".

PS2: Spreading fire is worse than dancing, long live hip-hop team! ! !

Chapter 3 Chapter 02 Arena

In a small and dark cell, a young man was sitting against the corner of the wall. There was no light in this dark cell, and his empty eyes could not see any life, like a lifeless doll, with his hands and feet bound A series of shackles, the shackles are engraved with lines that can suppress injuries and heal themselves.

The difference is that the people in the adjacent cells are all burly men. Although those burly men are much more ferocious than this boy in appearance, the measures taken on them are not as good as the boy's. serious.

It has been four years since he became a gladiator, from a rookie to the top group of gladiators, and then from the top group of gladiators who were betrayed and had their hamstring broken to become the lowest group, a person who cannot move freely The gladiators are destined to be targets.

In these short four years, he has already experienced the ugliness of human nature. Because of the gambling odds, he was promoted to the sky high, and because of a certain rich man's bid, he was dragged down from this high position by all means, but he has no reason. Method.

If he was still intact, he might be selected by someone to buy him back one day, but he has no such value after his hamstring has been broken.

Facing the forced slave contract that controlled him, he had no choice but to faithfully complete the order like a machine, not only to drag this crippled body to the arena or to die.

At this moment, the young man stared blankly at the extremely dark ceiling, and suddenly he saw something that should not exist here.

It was a mass of flames, dragging the chained left hand towards the dark sky, as if trying to catch the flames.

With a sound of "click", the locked iron door opened, and strong light came in. The young man who hadn't seen the light for a long time closed his eyes at the moment the strong light came in, but the boy who had just been illuminated by the strong light for a moment The eyes seemed to be on fire.

When the boy's eyes were not used to the sunlight, he felt the shackles on his hands and feet were untied, and lifted him on his shoulders, making a cold voice: "You are so lucky that you were chosen at a high price. "

Was chosen at a high price?A useless person like me will also be selected?

Listening to the other party's words, the boy probably guessed what was going on.

As a gladiator who will die at any time, even in any battle, he may lose his life and become food for monsters.

The moment they become gladiators or slaves, they lose their freedom, and they also lose forever the existence of luck.

Before arriving at the battlefield that belonged to the gladiators, he was thrown into the dilapidated wheelchair by the girl who carried him out and pushed out of the arena.

This is an underground arena. It is a place that cannot be regulated by the guild rules. It doesn't matter if you kill people arbitrarily here. Of course, the premise is that the other party's family members or even companions will not come to trouble you.

Soon, his eyes had adapted to the dazzling light, and his ears heard the cheers of the audience, but what he heard in his ears was a cry for death.

It was a "battlefield" of hundreds of meters, surrounded by seats for spectators, and hundreds or even thousands of spectators were cheering.

Although the young man's feet were useless, his eyes were not damaged in any way. With his eyesight beyond ordinary people, he still saw a figure on the balcony of the magnificent and beautiful VIP room.

That is a woman who can be called charming and charming.

The woman has a gorgeous crown like a crown, and she also wears pieces of jewelry on her body. She looks like a noble lady, giving people a feeling of being quite luxurious.

However, this mature woman is only wearing a belt, a loincloth, and a thin cloth belt that can't be called clothing at all, and the amount of skin exposed to the air is staggering.

She has a slender figure, and the curves of her body are perfect to the extreme.

She is outstanding in appearance, and she can be called as beautiful as a fairy.

Brown skin has an indescribable wildness.

On the body, there was always a somewhat pungent sweet perfume smell.

This person is the main god of the Ishtar family.

The goddess in charge of "beauty"—Ishtar.

Obviously, in the eyes of anyone, the posture of this goddess is enough to confuse the human beings on the ground.

It's just that this gesture didn't show the charm it should have in the eyes of the young man, and even made him a captive of the God of Beauty.

On the contrary, the young man's hatred increased crazily. If it wasn't for Him, he wouldn't have fallen into this situation. He knew why the group of thieves who raided their group found them who had been keeping a low profile, and he even He heard the deal between the band of thieves and Ishtar with his own ears.

Even if there is only one sentence of happy cooperation, it is enough for him to confirm that the other party must have a long-term trading relationship after this.

It's just that what can he, a useless person, do now?If his feet were still healthy, maybe he would try his best to escape from here.

With his hamstring broken and the mobility he was proud of lost, he can only stay here now, waiting for the verdict, the verdict of his death.

Just as everything was slanting to the west, a group of heavily armed Amazons surrounded by a sexy and beautiful woman stood on the presiding seat of the arena.

"It's Lady Aisha!"

"Master Lijie!"

The auditorium, which was full of roars, immediately fell silent, and everyone looked at the woman with admiration.

"My hostess said, this is your last battle! Pick up the weapons in your hand! Survive the monster feast and you will be free!"

Seeing the woman in front of him slurring his words, and feeling the unusual energy fluctuations in the air, the boy's face darkened.

Using charm to make gladiators hold unrealistic illusions and fight with all their strength, she is indeed a goddess of evil taste.

The gladiators on the field didn't know that this was Ishtar's little trick. They were full of yearning and hope for freedom, coupled with the influence of the charm skill, their blood surged up one by one, wishing to tear the opposing opponent in half .

It's just that compared to them, the young man who has experienced ups and downs can hear what the words in her mouth mean. After all, for a dead person, this is indeed their last battle, but the freedom in the other party's mouth is true. It aroused the last longing in the young man's heart.

It's just that now, can he still "escape" from here?

No, this is not the time to think about it.

Maybe one more time?

"kill!!!"

The battle began quickly, and it was full of blood and violence from the very beginning.

The gladiators seemed to be on a stimulant, without any mercy or fear.

Facing the crowd of monsters pouring out from another exit, the gladiators mercilessly beheaded their heads. The wounds on their bodies that could not heal for a long time could not stop their actions. Even if they lost their weapons, they would die desperately Bite off a piece of your enemy's flesh!

Blood flew wantonly in the arena, and the angry shouts of the gladiators merged with the wild cheers of the audience.

It's just that in the face of the group of monsters that don't have exact numbers, even if this group of gladiators are brave and skilled fighters, even if they are one of a hundred warriors, their energy is limited in the face of the constant surge of monsters.

And watching a deafening cow cry coming from the door where the monsters poured out.

The ground trembled, and a huge monster with the body of a tauren rushed out.

Minotaurus, a powerful monster born below the seventeenth floor of the dungeon, even though it is only lv2, its strength is not lost to some weaker lv3 monsters at all.

With the shocking appearance of Minotaurus, the atmosphere of the arena was completely ignited.

In contrast, the morale of the gladiators fell to the bottom.

Is it really over here?

This is completely a Chiguoguo murder!

Looking at the horn that was about to stab him, the boy just put down the long sword in his hand that was already stained with monster blood and had dozens of gaps. The moment he was thrown away, only sighs appeared in the boy's mind.

Sure enough, there will be no good luck in the world.

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PS1: I believe that some readers will be confused when they read this chapter, but don’t worry, this boy is just a walk-on, and his usefulness will appear in the next chapter, and he will not appear again after that, and the name of the protagonist will still use "Knight" for the time being. 』The two characters are used instead, and the name of the protagonist will not be disclosed until someone else who knows the protagonist appears.

PS2: Okay, do you want to guess which anime the first world arrived in?Although I think you should all know.

Chapter 4 Chapter 03 Rotating Fate?/p>

In the middle of the night, the Ishtar family dealt with the gladiators who died in the arena tonight. In the uninhabited cemetery, it is a place that no one cares about. No matter how famous the people were before they died, they were still just gladiators. The glory of a lifetime can only be left in the arena.

Even the young man who was once in the limelight in the arena could buy the young man's "life" just by paying a large sum of money to an unknown rich man.

And their final end is just to be dragged to this mass grave that no one cares about and buried, no matter how much sweat and blood they have shed in the arena, no matter how many audiences they have entertained, as long as they do not escape from the arena On this stage, they are not even comparable to those Lv2 adventurers.

If those Lv2 adventurers may have companions who will miss them after death, or even have a separate tombstone, then the gladiators are just for fun, even if they die, no one will remember their existence.

If the gladiators win on the battlefield, they will save you for whatever money they spend, but if you fail, the loser has no reason to live.

But this time the young man failed, even if the remaining young man, the once top gladiator had only one way to go after his failure, he was abandoned in this mass grave.

Blood continued to flow from the wound stabbed by the bull's horn. Although he took a defensive posture the moment he was thrown by the Minotaurus, he didn't suffer too much injury after being thrown into the sky more than ten meters high and fell to the ground. , but the wound stabbed by the horn was fatal.

And in the end, none of the gladiators could kill the Minotaurus. This battle was just like what the woman said, and this was their last battle, the last one before they died.

One drop...two drops...three drops...four drops...five drops...

Whether it is big or small, the withering rain slowly fell from the dark sky.

Bits of rain fell on his face, and the perception of his body let him know that he had completely left the underground arena.

It's just that all of this is over, such a large amount of bleeding has reached the lethal amount.

When he opened his eyes, it was no longer the darkness of despair, but the sky full of raindrops.

Looking at his companion who was also abandoned in this mass grave like him, no, it should be the corpse, and he knew that this was his cemetery.

Looking at the night sky that I haven't seen for a long time, the stars all over the night sky, the bright and clean moon, all this seems like a dream and an illusion...

But he is not reconciled, he does not want to die here.

He struggled to get up, and at this moment he saw, that group of flames, the group of flames that had appeared in the prison cell, without any combustion aids, the group of flames was still burning strongly.

The boy struggled to crawl towards the flame.

Regardless of whether the flames in front of him will bring him the end or the beginning, he wants revenge, revenge on the goddess who doesn't know the so-called, drive the goddess who is like scum, the goddess who doesn't take human life seriously skyline.

The fingertips touched the flame that did not exist in this world and only appeared in the boy's eyes. Unlike ordinary flames, it only burned the boy's outstretched hand.

A little bit of flame quickly ignited the boy's hand. What the flame burned was no longer ordinary things like cloth, but the boy's "existence". The moment he was ignited by this flame sealed the boy's end.

But the young man didn't regret it, if he wanted to destroy everything this goddess had on earth, he would burn everything about him, then he was willing to do so.

Soon, the flames wrapped around the boy's body, but did not spread to other corpses. However, the flames wrapped around the boy's body also faithfully displayed the performance of the flame.

The skin was burned until it melted, and part of the charred part fell as coke, but the process was much faster than expected, and completely burned the boy's existence, leaving only a ball of light general objects.

Only the action of the flame has not ended,

The temperature rose linearly at a very abnormal speed, and scavengers and insects that could not withstand the high temperature retreated one after another.

The flame was ignited again, but this time the emotion was completely different from the previous one, and this time the flame could be seen directly by anyone.

It's just different from ordinary flames. The flames burning from the mass graves seemed to be given life. When they extended to a certain range, they stopped expanding. The blazing fire began to change in the silent night, slowly forming a human shape.

Slowly... Nerves, bones, flesh and blood, skin, clothing, appearance... The shape is close to completion. It is like a cloak wrapped in old cloth. Under the old cloth, it is covered with black iron armor that has a defensive effect on flames. A fine golden carving can be seen on the surface. On the back is a two-handed sword that is almost as tall as the whole person. On the left waist is a dagger with a special shape and a crystal holy bell pierced by several crystals. Holding an extremely simple ancient straight sword, on his back was a shield that seemed to be patterned with green grass.

Although the appearance of this knight is indeed extremely desolate, if anyone underestimates the other party because of the dilapidated appearance of this set of armor, the other party - the big sword on the back will kill the other party with an unexpected blow.

The knight took off the helmet that hadn't been taken off for some time, and the short black hair was exposed to the air for a long time, and the crimson eyes that had been hidden in the helmet all the time looked at the falling and withering rainy night sky.

Soon the knight realized that this place is no longer the world that has experienced countless reincarnations, because he can no longer feel the spark of the initial fire that was stolen by using his own will in a certain reincarnation. mother's response.

Even though he escaped from the world of reincarnation, he is very clear that the world he is in now is not his original birthplace.

Because his world does not have such a beautiful starry sky here, it is a dreamy scenery that is only described in books. In his memory, the night sky belonging to "home" is always covered by the lights from various buildings. It is impossible to have such a clear starry sky.

It's just that something soon distracted the knight's attention from the sky, the last of the boy's existence.

"Is this a soul?"