Chapter 741 Arena of Gods

"Whoosh... whoosh..."

In the Colosseum, there was a sound of the iron door being opened.

Several men in suits and leather shoes walked out of the iron gates on both sides of the Colosseum.

The structure of the entire Colosseum is similar to that of the ancient Roman Colosseum. It is said that it came from the suggestions of several old gods in ancient Roman mythology.

Once upon a time, the main reason why the Romans kept holding bloody gladiatorial battles was to offer sacrifices to the gods they believed in and to beg the gods for protection in war.

The old gods in various myths once asked their people to offer the most bloody sacrifices to themselves, drink the blood of those sacrifices, and enjoy the fear and worship from humans.

Now, they felt this long-lost pleasure again.

In the surrounding stands, thousands of mythical creatures from various pantheons were sitting or lying, watching the human gladiators in the Colosseum howl wildly.

The abnormal spiritual radiation they released intertwined throughout the Colosseum, causing the human spirits below to participate in the gladiatorial sacrifices to tremble and become crazy.

Looking at the Colosseum, which had been shrouded in divine power and transformed from steel and concrete into a simple masonry structure, Chat couldn't help but smile wryly.

As a construction businessman, he was contracted to build the Colosseum.

In other words, it was a gift he gave to the old gods when he first took refuge in them.

After seeing so many old gods and mythical creatures resurrected, he still felt something like fear and despair from the deepest part of his heart.

Then, he made the quickest choice to follow human nature, surrendered to these old gods, and became their most devout believer.

Of course, the piety in the heart must be expressed in practical actions.

From an ancient Egyptian god he took refuge, he was given the task of building the Colosseum.

So, as a human traitor, he led several mythical creatures to attack a nearby city and captured tens of thousands of people as laborers to build the Colosseum.

During the construction process, these people continued to die due to lack of food and medicine, and some were directly built into the wall.

When the Colosseum was finally built, Chat, under the command of the gods, dug large ditches and many large pits around the town.

After these infrastructure projects were completed, what greeted him was not the first embrace of a vampire or the transformation into a werewolf, but he was thrown directly into the Colosseum and became one of the gladiatorial slaves here!

Only then did Chat finally feel that in the eyes of these old gods, mortals were nothing more than dust, not even as good as an ant.

After several days of hellish life in the cell, he finally waited for his final fate and entered the arena.

Before starting the gladiatorial fight, these old gods, in order to enjoy the spectacle of the brutal gladiatorial fight, would let them, the gladiator slaves, eat and drink well, put on clean and beautiful clothes, and then calmly enter the life-and-death duel.

Because of this, in the arena at this time, there were more than a dozen slaves released from prison, all wearing suits and leather shoes, and looking good.

But their faces were all very gloomy.

Everyone understood that none of them would survive in the end.

There is no winner, this is a sacrifice of all the dead.

The rules of the old gods are very simple: fight with all your strength and fight to the death. The one who survives in the end must dig out his heart and dedicate his hands to the gods.

As for the question of whether these gladiators would be lazy, it doesn't exist at all.

Once someone is cheating, or passively avoids fighting, they will face double physical and mental torture, such as setting a person on fire but keeping him alive.

These humans have all seen similar horrific scenes.

It is simply too easy for a god to make a mortal surrender.

Many times, with just a look from the gods, a mortal can dismember himself alive for fun.

Even people who have been dismembered can remain alive. After killing all their family members, they can then watch their souls being tortured by the gods.

And the reason for all this may just be that a certain action, word or even expression on his part showed a slight lack of respect for the gods.

Therefore, no one in the arena would think of escaping.

Everyone's only thought is to fight with all their strength, preferably to be killed as soon as possible and escape this terrible fate.

The sooner you die, the more relief you will have.

At this time, a group of selected gladiators had already walked to the field.

They were not allowed to use weapons and could only fight hand-to-hand using the most primitive methods.

According to those mythical creatures, only by returning to animals can humans truly understand reverence.

"Chat...is that you?" A black man with bulging muscles in front of him looked at Chat and said.

This man was one of the slaves captured by Chat's leaders to do hard labor, named Dylan.

Dylan laughed loudly and said:

"I knew you white ghosts would have no good end! If you take refuge in these evil gods, you will eventually be abandoned by them! You are this racist bastard!"

Although he was about to die, Chat still defended himself:

"I'm not racist, brother, I'm also forced..."

Dylan said angrily:

"Nonsense! If you are not racist, why are there 10% more blacks than whites among the captured slave workers!?"

Then Dylan shouted to the black man next to him:

"Hey, brothers, how about we kill all these white ghosts first, and then go to heaven together?"

Among the dozen or so people present, there were seven or eight black and white people each, and the remaining few were Asian and Latino.

Several Asians were standing alone at this time. The Zhongzhou people, the Sang people, the Yue people, the Ginseng people looked at each other with distrust.

On the contrary, a few Latinos wanted to be more united. They seemed not to notice the situation at all and actually laughed and sang loudly.

When the black people heard Dylan's words, they quickly gathered together and cursed at the white people present.

The white people also walked towards Chat faintly, looking nervous, and two of them shouted loudly to the black people in front of them:

"Hey guys, we love you! We're not racist!"

"I still have some leaves here, would you like to smoke some so that everyone can relax?"

Dylan yelled angrily:

"Fuck you white ghost, I just want to light your mother's vagina on fire, stuff it into your nose and let you take a good breath!"

Looking at the noisy and noisy situation in front of him, Chat couldn't help but sigh, spread his hands and said:

"This is the fucking New World dream, right? Doing this when you're about to die? Hey, Dylan, don't worry nigga, you can help these old gods pick cotton later and let them spare your life

, I’ll give you some more watermelon and fried chicken, and take them back to your shack for your mother and sister to eat.”

"As for where your father is, I guess even the old gods don't know."

As soon as Chat finished speaking, a group of white people present burst into laughter.

The black slaves in front of them instantly turned red-eyed and rushed over with curses in their mouths!

At the same time, the surrounding Asians were also fighting together, and a group of Latinos also rushed into the battle group and began the most primitive and brutal fighting!

Everyone understood that their emotions were so out of control that they were obviously controlled by the old gods.

It's just that their own poor mental strength is unable to put up any resistance at all, and they can only be controlled like puppets on strings to fight.

The humans on the field fought desperately with bare hands and bitten like animals, which immediately caused bursts of cheers and roars from the mythical creatures in the surrounding stands.

Several angels hovering in the air also lowered their flying altitude at this time, hovering just a few meters high, exposing their sharp fangs, looking excitedly at the fight below.

They can feel the pain and struggle of those human souls, and can feel the crazy negative spiritual radiation emanating from them.

This is the best gift these humble mortals can give to the old gods!

At the same time, some new mythical creatures appear from time to time. These beings exude the aura of various gods and seem to be attracted by the passionate performances here.

However, the spectators in the Colosseum did not care. After all, this was their paradise, an entertainment venue given to their servants by the old gods, and everyone could enter and exit freely.

Today's fight is particularly exciting, and it's normal for other people to come over.

It is really interesting that the miserable and low-level mortals are still arguing over their dirty and low-level bloodline even before they die.

But these mythical creatures didn't notice that all the newcomers were wearing hats, and many of them were wearing sunglasses and masks.

They first sat down in the back rows, and then without waiting for the audience next to them to react, they suddenly burst into action and used sneak attacks to instantly kill the mythical creatures around them without making a sound, and then began to move forward.

Although the mythical creatures that were killed on the spot all erupted with powerful mental power fluctuations as they struggled to their death, they did not alarm the people in front of them.

After all, the audience in this arena are all in an extremely excited state, and it is normal for their mental power to fluctuate violently.

Finally, when thousands of spectators had quietly fallen down, the remaining mythical creatures finally discovered something was wrong!

The aura of death was too strong, even beyond the aura of death in the Colosseum, arousing their vigilance.

Many people turned their heads and looked behind them.

What greeted them was a pair of sharp scimitars!

The entire arena was in chaos!

The angels flying over the arena noticed something unusual and saw a group of silent but powerful mythical creatures. They were holding sharp magic weapons and harvesting the heads of the mythical creatures in the arena.
To be continued...