Chapter 22 Shocking Pharmacology
The original body is still young, but he has absolutely nothing to do with children on the physical level, but he is still a child in spirit.
Humanoid tanks taller than Qin Xia were rampaging on the red sand.
The remaining slave knights were quite smart. Instead of gathering together and running around, they scattered and scattered.
But this method of escaping did not have a very good effect, because Angron could easily catch up, even running several times faster than the horse, and then punched the knight on the horse with his backhand. .
Angron would even deliberately block the path of the slave knight, allowing the war horse to hit him, and then he would pick up the war horse and his body, and then throw them to the ground.
The other gladiators soon caught up and hacked to death the man Angron had thrown.
The weapons in their hands are not very easy to use. They need to disassemble the armor first, and then use the weapons to chop many times on the strengthened body.
There were shouts of killing everywhere.
Everyone in the arena's auditorium turned their invisible excitement and admiration into tangible shouts. The shouts shook the arena, and people standing on the ground could even feel the tremor from the sound. .
Amid the overwhelming cheers, the fight continued.
"Let me go..."
Qin Xia walked towards a lone slave knight, and then heard the knight's pitiful begging.
"I am not a noble, I am just a slave of those noble children. They like me, so they just let me participate in gladiatorial combat..."
"I am not a gladiator nor a noble. I have no grievances or enmities with you..."
Listening to the begging, Qin Xia stopped and looked down at the slave knight who had gone to who knows where.
"Tell me how many people you have killed." Qin Xia asked.
"Not many... some cheap... just ordinary people." The knight replied tremblingly.
"I can hear that you are actually very proud of your slave status, because you are not the so-called slaves of us in the arena. You and your master have no honor." Qin Xia slowly approached the knight. , the voice suddenly became cold, "Don't come to Nuceria in the next life, this place is a hell."
After saying that, in the horrified eyes of the knight, Qin Xia stretched out his hand and gently tapped the knight's forehead. .
The frost spread, and a psychic shock shot out from Qin Xia's fingertips.
The knight who was tapped on the forehead was torn to pieces by the impact gushing from the inside out.
When the blood mixed with fragments was about to splash onto Qin Xia, an invisible barrier intercepted the blood in the air. When the barrier disappeared, the blood fell to the ground and quickly froze.
“Kill them all!” Kleist ran over and said to Qin Xia.
Qin Xia glanced at the audience. Except for the gladiators, there were no slave knights with intact limbs on the red sand. The four previous knights in golden armor fell on the red sand, as if no one cared. Rubbish.
"Excellent performance, gladiators." Maggot Eyes descended from the sky, and there was some trembling in the voice. The host over there was obviously afraid of something, "Very good, but stop here. The fight is over."
"Just stop it?" Qin Xia held the maggot eye in front of him and asked, "How can we stop it when everyone is dead?"
"It's not that easy to die." The maggot eyes shook twice.
Then Qin Xia heard a sound and turned around to follow the sound.
The function of the ancient golden armor has been running, but the situation just now was too chaotic and no one paid attention.
Just now, in the golden armor, at the moment when the head was turned over, various devices extending from the armor immediately tied the wearer into a sieve from top to bottom. The densely packed cables and devices were like the nerves and biological structures of the human body. The body is connected to the armor, and the physiological functions and nerve structures damaged by the neck twisting 180 degrees are instantly replaced by the armor.
So the wearer is not brain dead, but they can no longer take off the armor. They have become one with this ancient armor.
Now, the bulge on the back of a knight in golden armor opened, and a bottle of potion appeared. Then a tentacle extended from the golden armor, rolled up the potion and inserted it into the user's body, which had been turned 180 degrees. On the neck. After a sound of squeezing bones, the knight in golden armor, who had only been restored to normal at the visual level by the medicine, stood up like a zombie. He did not control his body, but controlled the structure of the armor through nerve signals, and then The body is controlled by armor.
"I...I..." The knight in golden armor was in a trance. He glanced around and saw corpses everywhere.
The gladiators were instantly alert, thinking that this guy was going to take revenge.
But then the knight in golden armor burst out into a deafening cry that was amplified many times by the built-in loudspeaker of his armor: "I want to go home! I won't fight in this damn gladiatorial battle! I want to go home." !”
The other knights in golden armor also stood up one after another.
"Is this okay?" Qin Xia, who was unable to dismantle and study the armor at close range, only thought it was the effect of the potion.
He really didn’t expect that these people had a potion that could restore a neck that had been twisted 180 degrees.
Nuceria’s pharmacy science is truly astounding.
When Qin Xia truly understands what golden armor is in the future, he will think that Nuceria is not only shocking in pharmacy, but also all the ancient scientific and technological heritage about biology is extremely shocking.
“The arena has its own rules.” Maggot Eyes floated in front of the knights in golden armor, “Whether you can survive depends on whether the audience is satisfied with the combat performance you provide.”
"I am a member of the fucking Tarc family! My word is law on Nuceria! You dwarf hiding behind a steel drone, call me a security omnic to protect me and me Brothers! You damn pig!" The knight in golden armor almost collapsed and roared loudly.
And Maggot Eyes gave an answer that made him calm down instantly.
"The words of the Tarke family are the law of Nuceria."
"But within your family, are your words more powerful than your uncle, the patriarch?"
Listen At the word "uncle", the knights in golden armor instantly lowered their heads, obviously full of fear.
"Let's vote, audience." The maggot eyes flew towards the auditorium.
Nobles in the audience and those who have purchased high-level gladiatorial viewing tickets can vote to sentence a gladiator to life or death.
The first ones to stand up looked like the parents of the knights in shining armor.
The noble couple of the Tarco family seemed to be very proud of their children, so they came to watch the gladiator in person. However, they did not expect that things would develop to this point. Both of them had tears on their faces.
When the vote was taking place, they stood up without any doubt, raised the gleaming knight outline emblem of the Tarke family, and at the same time raised their other hand with their thumb in the sky.
“Damn thing.” Qin Xia cursed angrily and glanced at the other gladiators.
Angron didn't know why.
The gladiators said nothing and waited quietly. They were obviously used to being dominated by others, not only controlling their fate, but also controlling their own victory.
"What are you doing?" the Primarch asked the people around him.
“Vote.” Honor replied, “What really determines life and death in the arena is not us and the weapons in our hands, nor our opponents, but the audience. If they like you, even if you are Even if you cut it into pieces, they can also vote to make you survive through massive human modifications."
"Then we just watch?" Angron raised his eyebrows, "This is our victory. How can we let them vote? "
Honor obviously agreed with Angron's question, and he did not think that the victory of the gladiators should be allowed to be voted by the audience.
But it is the maggot's eye's right to initiate a vote, and it is the audience's right to vote.
The gladiators had to bow their heads under the eaves.
(End of this chapter)