Lucius gently swayed the golden cup, causing the blood-red wine to swirl in the cup.

"Miss Cynthia, allow me to remind you, we Shvartzes are Frigians, Frigians never sell their own slaves."

His tone was somewhat confused: "As for 'pardoning for burning the temple' and 'banishment order'...I don't understand what you mean."

A short, abrupt laugh was heard from behind the veil.

"Don't pretend to be polite to me. 'We Shvartzes'? Who else is in the Shvartz family besides you now? Isn't it you who, greedy for wedding gifts, married your widowed mother to the loan shark Midas and your younger sister to the old and ugly property developer Samarsh?"

Lucius's face showed no change, as if Cynthia was talking about another person.

"Do you think you are flawless? Don't forget, my father is the city keeper of Imperius. Do you think you can escape the eyes and ears of Menes?"

Cynthia sighed.

"You will always be like this. Impulsive, reckless, extreme, with a gambling nature, betting everything on one throw. Your personality will eventually destroy you."

Lucius' hand that was shaking the gold cup stopped.

"You always tell me to be calm when doing things," he said. "If I become calm, can I become rich? Can I advance the family's status? What good will it do if I become calm? Will you marry me then?"

The veil wavered slightly.

"I am saving money because I need it, and a lot of it. You know why," Lucius looked at her, "so when I heard of a chance to make money, I recklessly charged into it."

He laughed self-deprecatingly, "As a result, I fell into the trap of a scam artist. All the hard-earned money was lost, and I even owed a debt. And it was pledged with this year's peace lily planted by the family."

"But now the Bell family has fallen, and you're driving me to the brink. 'Forgiveness for burning the temple,' so what? I have struggled to the best of my ability, but you still want to exile me and confiscate my family's land. Without land, I can't pay the debt. If I can't pay the debt, it's a dead end!"

"You know all this, yet you still taught that inferior slave trader to warn me, forbidding me from coming to see you and seeking your help, hitting me like a beggar... Tell me! What do all those wonderful past times under the moon, those solemn vows by the sea and mountains, mean?"

Looking at his stubborn and almost crazy eyes through the veil, Cynthia whispered, "I loved you, Lucius. But now I must love him."

"Must?"

Lucius sneered.

"The Cynthia I know is so untouchable. But for that arrogant fool of the Enriler family, how many times have you bowed down to him in front of him?"

Both of them fell silent.

Just then, the fighting noise in the skywell attracted their attention.

They turned their heads together and saw the "silver-white mother lion" galloping in the midst of a bloodbath, fighting and cutting off the head of a Sette slave.

Under the blue sky, the ground was stained with fresh red.

Lucius looked calmly at the tall figure that was advancing amidst the dead bodies and blood, "Now, for him, you want me to kill her and take away my only hope?"

The blood behind his feet reflected the scorching sun on the head, rippling with shimmering golden light, reflecting a blurred figure.

Anada raised her head and looked around.

The bodies in the skywell were already laid out on the ground, and the seven or eight remaining winners were still fighting each other.

"Masayes!" she shouted loudly, echoing through the clouds, "Who is Masayes' gladiator slave? Come to die!"

Others didn't understand her shouting, but the name "Masayes" was understood.

In a moment, two gazes were cast towards her.

The mother lion was extremely sensitive.

The malicious gaze shifted to her, and she immediately sensed it and returned the gaze.

It was a tall and burly Akkadian woman, naked like her, only tied to a black waist rope.

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The height of the Akkadian was a little shorter than her, but more muscular than her: the waist was thick like a huge pillar, the body was sturdy like a stone wall, and the arms and legs were like trees. The head was bald, the hair was shaved clean, the bronze head, and the scars left by the sharp blades were densely spread vertically and horizontally.

The Akkadian held a large oval shield that could protect the whole body in one hand, and surprisingly, carried a long-handled battle hammer in the other hand, which was a weapon held by a common person with both hands.

There is no doubt that she should be Masayes' female power warrior, the naked Ithys who strangled the big maned dog.

Anada took off the round shield and threw it into the bright red blood, splashing a blood flower.

Faced with such heavy weapons as double-handed war hammers, the defense provided by the round shield was almost negligible.

She bent down and lifted her arm, crossed the round shield floating up and down in the blood, picked up the battle axe of the Settert slave, weighed it lightly, swung it twice, and tried to see if it was possible to slip out of her hand.

Then she held two battle axes, splashed through the blood of a day well, and walked quickly towards Isis.

The pace gradually accelerated, the quick step became a jog.

The snow-white soles of her feet stepped on the waves in a dazzling blood-red.

The jog became a charge!

Almost at the same time, when the silver-white lioness started the charge, the Akard woman on the opposite side also launched a counter-charge.

Isis' roar was like a bomb.

The massive bronze-colored body flew in, unstoppable. Like a rhinoceros, like an elephant, and like a huge rock rolling down from the mountains!

In the blink of an eye, two giant beasts, black and white, fiercely collide in one place.

Just before the contact, two people changed their posture at the same time without agreement.

Isis lowers her left-hand shield and swings her right-hand battle hammer forward with a "whoosh" sound echoing in the Emerald Lion Hall.

The silver-white cat opposite jumps up, appearing light and graceful, but full of explosive power. The entire person seems like a stone, swooping over Isis's battle hammer.

With a loud "bang", the bright iron knee hits Isis's face.

Isis fiercely tilts her head back, and almost everyone can hear the crisp sound of her nose bridge and the creaking sound of her neck bones unable to bear the weight.

However, even after being hit by such a fierce charge flying knee, the strong Akkadian has not fallen.

Ishis eyes were blurry and teeth falling out, his face covered in blood, as he stumbled backwards, raising his large shield.

As soon as Anaada hit the ground, she immediately launched an attack. Her double-axes attacked repeatedly, hooking and chopping. But Arkad was cleverly using his large shield to block all of Anaada's attacks without fail.

Anaada's double-axes became faster and faster, but she still couldn't break through Arkad's defense line.

She suddenly kicked the shield with one foot and retreated smoothly.

·Rather than continue the attack and waste energy, it is better to regroup and be ready for the next battle.

Arkad received the kick and stood unsteadily, slipping backwards with one foot.

Despite this, the shield still did not lose its position, and the defense remained rock solid.

Arkad stood up, panting, and moved his head and neck, still a little sluggish. His bronze-colored, robust body was covered in blood and looked entirely red.

Arkad saw a pair of cold, ruthless yellow eyes staring at him.

The desire for killing causes the yellow lion eyes to almost turn red.

The Arcadian saw that the opponent's bright red tongue was leaking from thin lips and lightly licked the blood splatters on the face.

Countless blood droplets fall onto the brightly white body of the mother lion, dotted like red paint thrown carelessly on a white canvas by an absent-minded painter.

Ishis took a deep breath.

This was the first time she so clearly felt that she was fighting for her life.

If she doesn't give it her all, she will die.

The two cautiously moved their steps, circling around each other and gradually approaching.

Ishis suddenly yelled, swung her large shield with her left hand towards Aradia.

At the same time, the Arcadian for the first time in his life held a war hammer with both hands in the arena.

The next moment, the hammerhead made a mournful whistle and drew an arc in midair, catching up with the flying shield and together crashing towards the white tall figure!

Yes, compared to wielding a shield, wielding two hammers is Isabel's specialty!

With a deafening roar, the fragments of the shield and the paving stones are flying around with the splashing blood.

Anada had already retreated when the war hammer was lifted. A flying shield fragment hit her snow-white abdomen, making it painful.

Isabel screamed sharply, and with a hammer from bottom to top, she counterattacked.

This hammer was extremely sudden.

The Akard people believed that the enemy's tall body, having just stabilized their footing, would be unable to retreat again and would only be able to dodge sideways.

Then, this damn white whore must endure my war hammer sweep.

One hammer would take her life!

However, before the Akard people could finish their calculations, they saw the opponent's nimble body retreat again in a straight line.

The movement was not like a human's.

Isis's eyes widened and her hair stood on end as she watched the fairy-like steps, not only avoiding the attack, but even the follow-up attack missed.

Before she could make any more moves, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her right shoulder and couldn't muster any strength in her right half of her body.

In the split second, Ana-da jumped back and threw her battle axe with her left hand, deeply embedding it in Arkade's right shoulder, breaking her right collarbone.

The war hammer fell to the ground.

The Arkade could no longer hold on and slowly knelt in the blood. Then she saw a vague white reflection in the blood in front of her.

She still wanted to fight back and pick up her weapon, but the war hammer was already firmly stamped under the enemy's foot.

The next second, the Arkade let out a long scream.

Anada split the Arkade's left shoulder with another axe, not only breaking her left collarbone, but also amputating her left arm and chopping her chest and heart.

Isis sat helplessly and no longer had the strength to get up.

She felt cold all over and blood continuously poured into her abdominal cavity from the heart wound.

Gasping for air, she raised her head and stared at the shining, tall figure in front of her with a mixture of hatred and admiration.

"Beautiful, death, so," she said, "you..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

Isyas watched as Anada pulled out the axe stuck in her left chest, blood spraying several feet high from the wound. She also watched as the blade pierced through the red mist, accurately cutting her side neck.