Chapter 92

"Please reverse, please reverse."

The huge arena began to reverberate the warning sound of three jumpers backing up.

"Why do I want to laugh on such a serious occasion as battle field, life and death situation?" Said one of the Gladiator's dead audience.

"Ha ha, what's wrong? After so many years of death, I don't know that laughter is such a beautiful feeling." Said the ghost beside him, laughing.

"In other words, it's really against the rules to have such a tripper on the battlefield where motorcycles are galloping."

"The competition between technology and ancient cars has obviously won." A mortal era of the dead said.

The soul of the dead is right. Fifty meters away from the wall, the three jumpers can stop, but the chariot driven by four horses can't stop. I don't know if it's the reason why the hand is half human and half bone, and the brain is half pit. They didn't slow down or turn their direction, so they ran straight into it. The armored chariot is like a can under a hydraulic press. It's too shriveled to see, and the chariot can't see It was smashed into pieces, but the emperor's hand was OK. He could still stand up, but because of his clothes, he was a little slow.

"Please pay attention to reversing."

The sound of three jumpers backing up is still ringing.

"Fatso, what's the matter? If you don't shout at the brake, what kind of car are you reversing?"

When braking, Chen Fang didn't stand firm. He fell into the back of the car and stood up with a black line. He knocked on the back of Dazhao's head and yelled.

"I'm not curious, but you have to get these three jumpers. Compared with other mounts, except that you can't fly, there are too many functions, but the style is a bit down." Fang Dazhao said.

At the same time, he wondered if he would come too. This is the gospel of the awakening of the common people. It's cheap and has many functions. It's acceptable, but I don't know how to contract it. It's a dead thing. It's not a living thing like other mounts. I don't know how Chen Fang did it.

"What are you talking about? Hurry to clean up the four imperial hands." Chen Fang jumped out of the car and rushed to the car.

"Oh." Fang Dazhao gets out of the car and follows Chen Fang.

Without the chariot, the four burly imperial hands were scum when they moved. Fang Dazhao was in front of him and hurt him. Chen Fang reaped his head and soon killed the four imperial hands.

There are seven chariots left on the field. Oh, it shouldn't be four.

In the time when Chen Fang killed three chariots, he lifted the seal and the awakened ones were not as powerless as in the previous two games. Many of them were able to summon powerful mounts.

If the chariots in the arena are faced with a group of incompetent people, they will be invincible. However, after they have the ability, the combat effectiveness of the awakened ones will soar, and their skills will emerge one after another, which will greatly reduce the mobility of the chariots. Coupled with the harassment of the awakened ones with mounts, they will soon win three chariots. At this time, these people are attacking other chariots.

"Would you like to come over and help?" Fang Dazhao looked over there and said.

"No, keep your lower body strength. I don't know what's next." Chen Fang said cautiously.

"I don't think so. At the end of this fight, we are the official gladiators. I can only fight alone in the future." Fang Dazhao said dejectedly.

"Don't you say you're lucky, maybe you won't meet too powerful mutants later." Chen Fang can only be so comforted.

"Ordinary mutated organisms are OK. I hope we don't encounter any too powerful alien species." Fang Dazhao declined to comment.

After the meeting, the remaining chariots were solved. Many people died in the process, most of them were killed by mutated creatures. Without the threat of suppression and zombies, the wild recurred and instinctively drove them to attack the people around them. However, the awakened ones didn't react and died a lot.

When the remaining three chariots were destroyed, there was a sound over the arena.

"At the end of the third game, congratulations on becoming a regular Gladiator."

Then, after the sound fell, the light curtain shrouded all the survivors and disappeared.

In a simple cell, Chen Fang's figure appeared.

"Hey, boy, can you give me some healing skills?"

Just as Chen Fang was about to look around, a voice came from his side.

Chen Fang saw a middle-aged man who had lost his left arm and had a deep wound in his right thigh. He leaned against the wall of his cell.

"I will not." Chen Fang shook his head.

"Well, it seems that I can't survive the next game. I've played to the ninth game. I can go out in another game. It's a pity." Middle aged people are quite open-minded.

Chen Fang went to the other side and sat down, looking at the middle-aged man silently.

"You just came in today." Middle aged people are in pain, so they talk to Chen Fang to divert their attention.

Chen Fang nodded.

"Bad luck, too." The middle-aged man sighed, and then introduced some things after he became a gladiator.

If a gladiator can win ten games in a row, he can go out. If he loses one game, he will become a dead soul. He will stay in the arena as an audience and be imprisoned in the arena all his life. Only if he can participate in the challenge of the dead soul and win the challenge, can he escape from the confinement of the arena and ascend to heaven.The first eight games the gladiators face are against mutated creatures. The way they fight is to fight for weapons and fight for extreme life and death. The last two games are the challenge of the dead.

In the battle for weapons, both sides are human gladiators. Their ability is suppressed and they are unarmed. However, several weapons will be hung in the arena for people to fight for. The quality of the weapons is not good, but they are very sharp.

Extreme Battle of life and death, one person, one mutant creature, fight in extremely bad terrain, and if you can't kill each other in 10 minutes, then both sides will die.

The dead challenge is one-on-one. One of the audience in the arena will be selected to fight with you. Although these dead souls are all losers, their strength is not bad. They are often the obstacles of gladiators. After all, you want to live out, and they want to die thoroughly.

"My wound is left by the dead. In order to defeat me, it's really hard." Said the middle-aged man.

"This is a relic." Chen Fang said.

"Yes, what's the problem?" Middle aged people don't understand.

"Then why doesn't anyone find out the core and destroy it?" Chen Fang.

"Ha ha, it's not that nobody thought about it, but that they can't do it." Middle aged people smile bitterly, Chen Fang is all ears.

"This is a regular site, different from other sites in the world."

"The relic of rules is a fragment of the plane of the kingdom of God. It has no core. It has its own set of rules. It can not be destroyed if it is free from the rules of the world." Said the middle-aged man.

"How do you know that?" Chen Fang asked.

"I've also heard from my predecessors."

"He also told me that the star arena also has a name, the battlefield of the spirits, which is the place where the gods and their spirits sit down for entertainment." The middle-aged man explained.

"Yingling? Isn't it a ghost? "

"It's different. It's said that when the star arena first appeared, it was the era of mortals. At that time, it only fought with those heroes, and only when those people died did they appear dead. It can be imagined that no matter how well equipped the people were at that time, they could fight. In this way, the star arena has been accumulated from generation to generation, and now the whole arena is almost full." Said the middle-aged man.

Chen Fang was silent.

"Is food served here?" Chen Fang opens his mouth.

"Ha ha, you are optimistic. Some of the cells are free to go in and out." The middle-aged man laughed.

"As long as you don't go out of the arena, you can go anywhere. I'm not convenient, so I won't show you around." Said the middle-aged man.

Chen Fang stood up, took a look at the middle-aged man, opened the prison door and went out.

"By the way, all the things provided here need to fulfill the wishes of the dead before they can be used. They are usually written on them. Don't try to take things away without fulfilling your wishes. You will die." The middle-aged man said again.

"Wish? Is the dead here conscious? " Chen Fang asked.

"Yes."

Chen Fang was stiff, then moved again, and waved goodbye before he left.

Out of the cell, Chen Fang enters a long corridor, which is full of cells on both sides. Chen Fang looks from room to room, hoping to find Fang Dazhao.

But until Chen Fang walked out of the corridor, he did not find Fang Dazhao.

At the exit is an ambulatory, and in the distance is the outer wall of a tall arena. At this time, there is a loud cheering sound. It is obvious that there is another fight going on inside.

After three battles in a row, Chen Fang felt tired and hungry, so he planned to find food to satisfy his hunger first.

"Excuse me, where can I get food?" Chen Fang went to a man sitting on the steps of the corridor and asked.

"Go away." The man was in a bad mood and unfriendly at all.

Seeing this, Chen Fang leaves directly, and then asks several people. As a result, none of them answers. Either they are irritable or they ignore everything. Chen Fang can only give up asking and plans to find out for himself.

The corridor leads to four places. One leads to the cell, the other to the arena, and the other two don't know where to go. Chen Fang casually finds one of the two and goes in.

Maybe Chen Fang was lucky. After he left for a while, he came to a hall full of seats. At the same time, the walls on both sides of the hall were also full of shelves with food and other sundries in boxes of unknown materials.

Chen Fang went over, picked up the food and looked at it. The name of the food and some words were written on it.

Chen Fang put down the food and picked up the next, one after another picked up and put down.

"I xx is x want XXX..." Chen Fang does not have the facial expression, looks at the food on the hand, in the heart bitterly comes a Xiang.

Mad, isn't illiteracy worthy of food? How can this live.

Chen Fang wanted to find someone to help translate, but he gave up when he saw that they were all indifferent faces like himself.

Just as Chen Fang was about to leave hungry, a ghost came in with a box of food in his hand and was ready to put it on the shelf.

Chen Fang saw his eyes brighten, and immediately walked over to block the dead.

"Please tell me your dream Ah, Pooh, wish. "