Lucius watched the tall figure of the woman walking towards the central dome of the Emerald Lion Hall.

Sunlight shone through "Under the Emerald," illuminating the floor of the hall.

One can see that the floor of the Emerald Lion Hall was covered entirely with large black and cream-colored square tiles. Four tiles of the same color were put together to form a huge color block. Different color blocks were combined, like a giant chessboard.

The sky dome of the four sides was divided into sixteen squares by two colors.

At this moment, almost every square was standing side by side with two female jousters.

Only one black square was empty, with no one on it.

That seems to be reserved for her.

As the "Silver-white Mother Lion" walked up to the empty black tile, standing under the blue sky and basked in golden sunlight, all the whispers around the hall stopped.

The hall was filled with the heavy breathing of men.

"It's true, she's beautiful," Cynthia said admiringly from under her veil, "Look at her shiny skin, sensual backline, elegant and robust gait... so dazzling and eye-catching, a perfect combination of strength and beauty."

She turned to Lucius, "What's the price for your female gladiator?"

"Honorable Cynthia Miss," Lucius greeted her respectfully.

He did not respond to her question.

"Lucius, remember this, everything has its value and can be bought," Cynthia said softly from under her veil.

"Including forgiveness for burning the temple, and the exile order for the Schwazenegger family."

These words pierced Lucius' ears, and he felt his back hair stand on end, his mind in turmoil.

Cynthia turned to the sky, gazing at Anada in a trance.

From here, the tall, long-legged Ice Sea woman, standing among many female gladiators, is like a crane standing among chickens.

"Today is my birthday and my birthday tree is still without decorations."

Cynthia asked softly, "How much is her hide worth?"

Lucius shuddered, feeling as if his tongue was stuck to his mouth and unable to make a sound.

The whale oil fire lit up one stick after another, inserted into the copper ring on the wall.

The emerald lion hall was surrounded by dim light.

The silver-white female lion stood alone on the black brick.

She saw, fully armed Minis warriors circled around the atrium, forming a circle. Behind them, the female slaves wearing cat masks holding trays of copper plates filled with wine and fruit, move between the many Assyrian nobles. The Assyrians casually took food from the passing plates in front of them, including dates and grapes, and drank various light wines.

She felt a little thirsty.

At this time, someone clapped their hands, male slaves brought weapons for each gladiator, and opened their handcuffs.

Anada received her right arm leather armguard, large bronze round shield, and one-foot long iron battle axe.

As she armed herself, she watched a group of men, tied together with ropes, being escorted by warriors into the hall. They were forced to stop in a place where the sun couldn't reach from the outside, facing the skylight and kneeling in front of the Minian warriors.

These men were all naked, with thick black lines on their faces and their body hair shaved clean, including their eyebrows. The Minians gave them a bath and coated them with fragrant oil, shining and reflecting the faint light of torches.

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Anada narrowed her jade-like eyes.

These men, though mentally exhausted, looked physically strong with bulky arms and legs. Their eyes were fierce and unruly.

At this moment, the war drums rang out in the corners of the hall, the Minian warriors around the skylight shouted in unison, their magnificent shouting echoing in the Emerald Lion Hall.

Suddenly, sword and knife lights appeared.

Screams echoed through the hall, and in a moment, blood flowed like a river.

In just a few seconds, all the kneeling men were slain by the Minoan warriors.

Anada watched as dark fluid spread from the bodies of the men around her, and when it flowed to the "Under the Emerald," the blue sky and bright sun made it bright red again.

For the Assyrians, there was no need for a misleading speech to start the battle. Nothing was more appropriate than blood as the signal for another bloodbath.

The combat began.

As blood flooded into the "Under the Emerald," each female combat slave in the colored blocks began to crazily kill each other.

Anada slightly lowered her body and protected her left half with a shield, quickly looking around.

She saw that everyone was fighting fiercely.

The sound of sharp blades cutting into flesh, the screams of women, one after another.

Suddenly, she felt a heart-pounding sensation. Her instincts told her that someone was looking at her with malicious intent.

She followed her instincts and quickly turned around, her gaze piercing through the crowd of people fighting each other. She locked onto a woman in the distance with a terrifying appearance.

Looking down from her neck, the woman was also a white-skinned woman.

This description was used because the woman's nose and the lower half of her face were missing, leaving only black voids, no red flesh and skin, and the tooth socket with teeth.

The faceless woman was about the same height as her, both wearing leather arm guards, one hand holding a round shield and the other a battle axe.

At the moment when the two people looked at each other face-to-face, the faceless woman suddenly became furious and roared, rushing towards her wildly!

In the blink of an eye, the faceless woman rushed into the square where two gladiators were fiercely fighting.

Inside the square, a small-bodied Elan woman holding two daggers was like a sword dance. She had just cut several wounds on her opponent's body, causing her opponent to fall to the ground holding his intestines in the square.

Seeing the faceless woman rushing in straight, the Elan woman immediately spun her two daggers and went to meet her.

In one round, the faceless woman raised her shield to block the double knives, and at the same time, crouched down and hit fiercely with the round shield. The edge of the shield hit the waist and abdomen of the Elan person, causing her to fly backwards. Before the Elan person fell to the ground, the faceless woman followed up and split the Elan person's head into two halves with an axe.

At this moment, Anada had no time to pay attention to the strange faceless woman.

A white square battle nearby had ended. The winner was covered in fresh blood, with a long and short weapon in his hands, respectively a bronze sword and a single-handed sickle, and he killed into her black area while screaming.

At the same time, she heard the faceless woman rage and scream in a northern language from a distance: "She is mine!"

She swayed to avoid the bronze sword coming down, straightened her body and cut into the opponent's inner circle, slightly exerting her waist and arms.

The bronze shield hit the opponent's cheek, making a "dong" sound.

The opponent's weapon was released, spinning, and flew up half a person's height, rolling on the ground without any movement.

She turned to look at the faceless woman.

She saw that the faceless woman was chopping and hitting with her axe and shield, knocking over the two other female slaves who were fighting each other, and rushed into her black square.

The two finally faced each other.

She looked at the black-haired and blue-eyed faceless woman and felt strangely familiar.

So she asked, "Who are you?"

The faceless woman screamed and lunged at her, as if she was in a frenzy of rage.

Anada took a step forward with a bow, stretching out her long arms and holding up her silver lion shield in front of her, almost touching the face of the faceless woman.

The faceless woman stopped at her feet, tilted her body backwards, and at the same time shouted out, swinging her ax towards the edge of the shield.

The ax and shield collided, producing a dull sound. The blade of the ax caught the silver lion shield and pulled it open, tearing through Anada's defensive line.

But to her surprise, behind the shield was empty.

The faceless woman hesitated for a moment, then "crack," a sharp pain came from her left leg.

While blocking the other's sight with the shield, the "silver-white mother lion" bent over, her huge and shiny body crouched down, almost forming a straight line with the shield-holding arm extending forward.

The bronze shield was hooked open by the faceless woman's battle axe, she twisted her body, and her arms moved left and right. She chopped off the faceless woman's left leg.

The faceless woman screamed, fell back and rolled on the ground holding her left leg.

The mother lion straightened up again, her massive chest trembling with each breath. She stepped on the chest of the faceless woman, almost crushing her breath.

This time, she looked down carefully, finally having a little impression of the waist rope coiled with golden wire:

"Spartan woman?"

The faceless woman's hands and mouth were full of blood, bursting into a crying and howling laughter. A long string of obscenities burst out from between her exposed teeth.

The insults and curses came to a halt.

The mother lion raised her axe and chopped off her head.