Chapter 20 Gladiator
“Those people who were used to warm up were prisoners of the rebel army?”
In the cave, the gladiators who were watching the battle area exclaimed, and then heard these words Honor rushed to the iron window, grabbed the iron railing with both hands and looked towards the fighting area.
He failed to see the living faces of those who were used for warming up in time. He only saw broken pieces everywhere.
Hono's eyes searched nervously on the red sand on the ground in the battle area. He found a living person buried under the debris. The tense and solemn expression on his face relaxed a little.
The survivor crawled out, and only then did Honor and the other gladiators realize that he had lost both his lower body and legs.
The survivors squirmed on the ground.
In the eyes of the gladiators, a long red object was dragging under the survivor's waist.
After seeing another living person, one of the slave knights brought by the knights in golden armor took action.
The slave knight galloped towards the survivors, his lance raised in his hand.
"Damn..." The survivor wailed, no longer trying to find weapons, but turned around and looked at the audience.
He took a deep breath.
This breath transformed into his angry chest, and finally turned into a roar rushing down his neck.
“I will kill the whole family of all the high knights!”
The next second the survivors turned into corpses hanging from the lances of the slave knights.
The slave knight's modified arm easily held the lance with the corpse hanging on it, and ran on the red sand.
The body hanging on the lance is like a flag, a warning.
The gladiators witnessed this moment with their own eyes, some were filled with indignation, some were indifferent, and some even thought this warm-up was quite cool.
The warm-up session is over and it’s time for the gladiators to take the field.
The lights in the cave began to flicker.
The floodgates open.
The neatly arranged security robots hold electric batons and wait for the gate to be completely opened.
The gladiators turned and walked outside.
“I think they will kill us all.” Angron caught up with Honor and looked at Honor’s gloomy face and said, “What weapons will the arena give us?”
< br>"We will not kill all of us." Honor gritted his teeth and responded, "They will keep some of the good performers, and then the killing will stop."
Angron nodded slightly.
"The killing will not stop." Qin Xia said meaningfully.
The gladiators walked out of the cave and were supervised and beaten by the security omnics. They were driven like sheep to a room on the corridor, which was the armory.
What disappointed Angron was that there was nothing interesting in the armory, just cold weapons.
The gladiators have become accustomed to it. They go over and grab what they are good at and what they like.
There is one weapon that is very popular among gladiators here - the trident.
In the end, all the good weapons were snatched away, and not even a shield was left. Only then did Angron hesitate to pick out a weapon that he thought was fairly useful - a two-handed axe.
Qin Xia only picked up weapons after Angron, and he picked up a sword at random.
The sword looked like a dagger in his hand.
After walking out of the armory with Qin Xia, Angron always looked at Qin Xia.
In this man, the Primarch saw a quality - humility.
But he didn't know that Qin Xia was not very humble. He just felt that he couldn't use serious weapons.
Together with the other gladiators, Qin Xia was escorted by security omnics to the gate leading to the battle area. The gate slowly rose.
Red sand and flying dust appear in the field of vision along with the light.
"Finally! Finally! The main event is about to come!"
"Let us welcome the gladiators with warm applause!"
"And the much-anticipated, heavily bet potential Newcomer, stay safe, stay safe - Angron!"
"..."
The maggot eyes flew above the battle area, and the host shouted.
Qin Xia stood in the team of gladiators and spoke to the gladiators.
“Wait a minute for Maggot Eyes’ protracted announcement, like peeing on a switch…we all must come together.”
“I know those uprisings The military prisoners were gathered together and killed instantly, but if we spread out, we would be hunted down one by one by them on horseback like prey."
After that, Qin Xia began to think about what he was going to face next. enemies to make more detailed judgments.
Hearing what Qin Xia said, a female gladiator turned around and asked: "Why should we listen to you? Just because you are such a big bastard?"
Qin Xia followed the news and found that the female gladiator who refuted him was the one who had planned to go out with him to collect information, but did not go because Caesar's head exploded.
"What's your name, madam." Qin Xia asked politely.
"Kleist." The female gladiator replied.
“Okay bitch.” Qin Xia looked at Kleist and said, “If we can both win the gladiatorial fight alive, you must come and kneel in front of me to thank you, and then I will give you my thanks at this time. Apologize for being rude."
Hearing this, Kleist rolled his eyes at Qin Xia and raised his middle finger.
The gladiators were escorted by security omnics out of the gate and into the combat area.
There is red sand under our feet and dark night above our heads.
In front of you are the opponents you will face in the gladiatorial battle.
Qin Xia has not engaged in any gladiatorial combat, and the gladiators do not think that they should listen to him, but Qin Xia's words are a reminder to them, so that they should not do something inappropriate out of fear. Good choice.
They chose to disperse because they were afraid of what the rebel prisoners would learn from their mistakes. It is true that they would not be wiped out by a knight in golden armor riding a scorpion, but if they dispersed, they would end up being caught up and killed one by one.
Now that Angron is here, those who gather together to die in unity and cooperation can be more dignified, at least it won't look like hunting.
The gladiators gathered together and formed a square formation.
Most of these people have experience, so they know what to do when facing cavalry, and they can also influence others to do what they do through their actions.
After taking some time to form a square formation, the gladiators holding shields raised their shields to form a shield formation.
“Use my shield.” Honor looked at Angron, who was standing in the first row beside him, and handed the shield over.
"This thing doesn't look as strong as my body hair." Angron smiled bitterly and shook his head, then held the two-handed ax in one hand and got ready for battle.
At this time, Qin Xia frowned slightly and retreated to the end of the team, protecting everyone in front of him.
He has a reason why he has to do this.
You must leave space. If the situation does not go well, you must ensure that you will not engage with the charging enemy immediately.
“That’s it?”
Kleist, who was in the front row, raised his shield with one hand and continued to raise his middle finger to Qin Xia with the other hand.
“Your courage is inversely proportional to your physique.”
(End of this chapter)