Chapter 9 High Knight
“Knight?”
“What do they ride on to make you think they are gods?”
Angron stood up, confused. Looking at the people who were holding their breath, they felt as if the temperature had plummeted and they were suffocating just by hearing the words "Gao Knight".
Qin Xia thought that those high knights were not guys who rode things to fight in the literal sense.
He didn't know the extremely detailed things about Nuceria, but he knew a lot about things like high knights, gladiatorial arenas, and anesthetics.
The handsome gladiator named Caesar thought that Qin Xia didn't know what a high knight was, so he opened his mouth to explain to the two newcomers who didn't look like locals.
"The High Knight is not a knight who rides an animal to fight."
"Well... they may indeed be riding something..."
"The High Knight, the High Knight Each of them is unique and possesses the power to destroy heaven and earth. They are the gods of Nuceria.”
"According to legend, gladiatorial combat is a ritual prepared by gods for mortals, so some people think that we are the lucky ones because we are lucky enough to help gods please mortals."
Caesar was obviously frightened when he said this, and it seemed that he was just It is the mention of these terms that will cause excommunication from the "gods".
“It sounds like the ghost stories I would have heard from them when I was a baby if I had parents.” Angron didn’t take it seriously. “If it were those iron guys, I can’t figure out how to deal with them. , but some mortals who are pretending to be gods...I will pull out their heads."
Angron thought that the guys who captured him in the mountains that day were the High Knights.
In his opinion, those people are really powerful.
But in fact, it was only the slave-catching team that captured Angron.
“That’s not a show of force!”
A nearly roaring warning sound reached Angron’s ears.
Angron looked towards the direction from which the sound came.
It’s Honor.
This middle-aged man who was friendly to everyone now had his shoulders slumped and his eyes were staring at Angron coldly.
From his body, Angron felt... fear, anger, hatred, inferiority, and grief.
"They are not pretending to be gods." Honor tried his best to soften the fierce tone, "I have seen them, I have seen them."
"A tall knight."
Hono raised a finger.
"One. Just a tall knight."
"He fell from the sky and landed among hundreds of warriors."
"When he took out a toothpick-sized thing from his waist, Shaking slightly."
"So many warriors...so many...they were shattered on the ground in an instant."
At this point, Honor was trembling all over. .
In the eyes of others, Honor's trembling is fear and a normal manifestation, which shows that he at least has a clear understanding of the high knight. On the contrary, Angron, who thinks that the high knight is pretending to be a ghost, is a lunatic in their eyes.
But Angron felt that Honor's trembling was not all due to fear.
This person may have a different past than others.
"It sounds like some kind of technology that uses gravity to crush targets, but it's miniaturized." Qin Xia speculated a little, "They are not gods."
He knew Gao The knight has a standard equipment called Silver Vine, which can be transformed into any form and play any role at will.
As for the "toothpick" that Honor said can crush hundreds of people, Qin Xia has never seen it, but it is estimated that it is normal for Gao Qiyi to have such black technology.
"They are not gods?" Onuo's strong body like a bear slowly sat down on the stone. His eyes separated by a scar on the bridge of his nose stared at Qin Xia in shock, "Oh , they are indeed not. But I am not talking about God in the religious sense. "If a person looks like a God, he can do things that only God can do."
"Then what else can he be if he is not a god?"
Hono said these slightly philosophical words.
And this sentence reminded Qin Xia of the powerful psychic named Emperor: "Maybe he is an introverted sociopath born in Asia Minor."
Hono did not understand what this sentence meant. , he didn’t want to figure it out either.
In Angron's feelings, this middle-aged man, this aging bear, was sinking into the ocean, falling into fear and grief.
Others also became silent and desperate after hearing and talking about the high knight.
"Okay, let's stop here." Qin Xia looked at Caesar, "You have tried to escape the most times among us. Everything you provide is very important. Thank you for your willingness to share."
"My pleasure." Caesar stood with his hands behind his hands, his head held high, his mouth grinning, and he glanced at everyone proudly.
No one appreciated Caesar's rooster-like pride, although it was hard to dislike the expression on his face.
The gladiators dispersed in groups again.
……
Qin Xia sat cross-legged on the cold ground.
Honor, who was sitting on the stone and was in grief, saw him, so he stood up and pointed to the stone: "You can..."
"No, thank you." Qin Xia smiled and shook his head, crossing his legs Together, hands on knees.
Huh——
As he exhaled a breath of turbid air, Qin Xia fell into concentration as if meditating.
He began to think about ways to break the situation.
He must leave here, this is Qin Xia's idea. He wants to leave, he wants to find a ship, and go back to his era through subspace.
Although I don’t want to admit it, even if everyone here joins forces, only half of them will be able to escape. But after Angron, the original body, came to the arena, the chance of escaping increased.
There is another thing that can increase the chance of escape, and that is psychic energy.
But Qin Xia doesn't think that he can hide his psychic talent and use it at critical moments to achieve unexpected results.
After he came in, he did not deny that he was a so-called wizard, because he did not think that his psychic talent would go undiscovered.
When a slave-catching team came to the desert, they saw a numb man lying on the ground, wearing nothing and nothing, and then the broken pieces of the previous slave-catching team were everywhere around him.
You don't have to be a fool to realize that it was psychic energy that turned the last slave-catching team into dregs.
But even so, psychic energy is a useful tool that can help get rid of the current situation. At least it can do things that hundreds of people and thousands of people cannot do.
There is another psyker among the gladiators named Caesar.
Qin Xia felt that his psychic abilities could cooperate with Caesar's abilities.
Then, Qin Xia began to think about each of his abilities and their uses.
So far, after spending fifteen years in this universe, he has only three abilities.
These three abilities were learned from White Scar’s think tank.
Uncontrollable short-term clear predictions.
Release psychic energy in the form of attacks.
Treat injuries.
(End of this chapter)