Chapter 38 God? Miscellaneous soldiers!
“I’m back.” Qin Xia strode into the cave.
He was startled when he found that the gladiators had gathered together to wait for him.
"What's wrong?" Qin Xia felt that the atmosphere was a bit subtle and serious.
“Man.” Kleist stepped forward slowly and stared into Qin Xia’s eyes with a calm expression.
Qin Xia frowned and looked at Kleist, not knowing why.
Kleist's expression suddenly changed from calmness to ecstasy: "You killed a group of Guards! You killed a group! A whole group!"
The gladiators all cheered. stand up.
Hono also cast admiring glances at Qin Xia from behind the crowd.
Angron didn't know why everyone was so happy when the Guards were killed, but because everyone was happy, he was also happy, looking like he was giggling.
"You defeated all the Guards with three punches and two kicks... That bastard called the Swordsman, you ripped off his arm and strangled him! Well done!"
"From what I can see Before this scene, I thought God's messengers would not bleed..."
"God's messengers would bleed. Honor had killed a Guardsman when he was young."
"I didn't completely kill a Guardsman. That guy got stuck in the quicksand and was hit by me."
"..."
Listening to the compliments and exclamations of the gladiators, Angron understood why the gladiators were excited and admired because of the death of those guards.
Because in their opinion, it is impossible to kill a warrior of that level with bare hands.
"Those bastards are not the messengers of gods, and the knights are not gods either."
Qin Xia smiled and said to everyone, gesturing with his hands.
“When that bastard who was called a swordsman rushed over, I instantly realized where I should hit him.”
"I grabbed his fate by the throat, did you see it? I tore off his right arm with a click, and then threw him out."
"I rushed to the bastard with a bang. In front of Dan... I didn't think about strangling him at that time, I wanted to kick him to death."
Qin Xia said, taking two steps back to distance himself from everyone, then quickly jumped up and kicked him with his feet together. Got out.
"That's it, a flying kick."
"But then I thought it would be too easy to kick him to death. His damn dad knocked me out, and he still has To seek revenge?”
Qin Xia, who performed an Ultra Flying Kick, quickly stood up from the ground and said to everyone: "If it were you, you can also kill those lackeys of the High Knight."
Originally, the gladiators were one by one. They were all very excited, but when Qin Xia's last words reached his ears, everyone except Angron and Honor were silent, and the atmosphere instantly became cold.
"You have a strong body." Kleist said, "You can dodge the silver vines and tear off the Guards' hands, but we can't."
"You are indeed You can't escape." Qin Xia nodded with a smile, "But I said you can kill the Guards because the Guards and the High Knights are just human beings like you. They just rely on their own equipment."< br>
"Cleist."
"If I give you a powered spear or something else cruel."
Qin Xia said to Kleist.
“Killing the Guards with your fighting skills will be like killing a dog. Just shoot the Guards with one fucking shot, leaving him vomiting blood and twitching all over.”
Hearing this, Kleist did not echo these words, but just forced a smile.
Qin Xia understands that most people here are afraid of the Guards and the High Knights. Gods on Nuceria, this title is not just made up by the high knights because of their sullenness and confidence. Just like Honor said, they can do things that only gods can do.
But these people need to understand why the High Knights and Guards are like gods, and how to prevent them from exerting their so-called "divine power".
This will take time, and now is not the time for a lengthy discussion.
“Guys, now is the time for the triumphal rope!” Qin Xia sat on the ground, showing his broad back, “One person at a time, help me record this unilateral victory of massacre of the Guards. .”
Qin Xia looked very happy and happy.
Honor looked at Qin Xia and recalled Qin Xia's ferocity and cruelty in the arena just now.
The old bear thought about it and felt that Qin Xia might have a clear boundary to divide people into friends, neutrals and enemies.
Coldness and ferocity are very contradictory to the current joy and friendliness, but people are so complicated and contradictory.
Cleist stepped forward with a smile and drew a small blood spot on Qin Xia's back, and deliberately spoke in a rough voice: "So you are now the slaughterer of the Guards! A tough man!"< br>
"Of course, Ms. Quasi Guards Slaughterer." Qin Xia responded with a smile, "I am also a special Guards widow maker."
"Guard Widow Maker... Widow Maker..." Angron was suddenly startled, and then showed a look of surprise on his face, "What a good name. If I can get a good weapon in the future, I will use this name for me." Weapon naming ”
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Night.
Yochula huddled in the corner, sweating all over from the pain of his broken arm, and his face turned pale.
He had already wrapped the magical bandage that had been given out before on the broken area, but it only allowed the broken area to heal quickly. The pain was still there, but he couldn't tell where it came from.
And when this kind of pain makes this young gladiator who is the same age as Qin Xia unconscious, he will also recall the scene where his arm was cut off and decomposed by the skinner. Whenever he thinks of this, he will feel more pain.
While unconscious, Yochula suddenly saw a person coming in front of him.
Then the man squatted down and injected something into his arm, and then the pain dissipated.
“I only picked this up from the armor of the Guards when we were in the arena.” Qin Xia sat next to Yochula and crushed the empty medicine tube. “Maybe this is what they used. It’s for quick pain relief when you’re injured. Do you think it’s effective?”
Yochula didn’t respond.
He wanted to respond, but he was so tortured by the pain that he was suddenly relieved and was too weak to speak at all.
After Qin Xia sat with Yochula for half an hour, Yochula could calm down a little and apologized for his silence: "Yes...I'm sorry...I..."
"It's okay, I understand." Qin Xia patted Yochula on the back, "This will probably relieve the pain for a few days. Give me some more time, and I will find a way to make you no longer in pain, and even completely restore your health. . ”
Yochula looked at Qin Xia, her facial muscles trembling, and she struggled to squeeze out a smile.
Qin Xia looked at Yochula. He recalled that after Yochula was injured, he watched Kleist and Honor go up to wrap a bandage on Yochula.
He felt that it was ineffective to just verbally comfort someone without providing material help when they needed it, so at that time he began to think about how to use spiritual energy to restore broken limbs.
It hasn't been researched yet, but at least a tube of potion picked up from the Guards can help a bunch of Yochulas.
"You...you are very good to me..." Yochula said, "Why...why?"
Qin Xia was stunned by the question.
After a brief silence, Qin Xia lowered her head and thought for a few seconds, then slowly said: "Because your mother cares about you. I don't even know your mother's name, and I don't know her, but I just care. People like you... are also envious..."
"Have a good rest, tough guy." Qin Xia stood up, sat down cross-legged in the corner, and closed her eyes. "I want to strive to see that your mother's son is complete and healthy before she comes next time."
(End of this chapter)