Anada cuts the thick neck of Arkade with a series of six axe swings, causing the man to fall down with a loud thud.

Breathing heavily, she presses her wide palm against her painful belly, revealing the crimson red on her snow-white palm.

She did not come out unscathed. In the intense battle earlier, Arkade shattered the oval shield she had thrown with a single blow. Shards flew everywhere, one of which pierced her belly.

Anada catches her breath and surveys the sky garden. Almost everyone has fallen, with only two gladiators still standing and fighting in the shadows at the other corner of the garden.

She pushes down on the rope tied around her waist, exposing the wound in her belly. With a pained expression, she reaches inside the wound and feels around, finally touching a small piece of metal.

With two fingers, she gently grasps the metal shard and slowly pulls it out of the wound. It's a piece of bronze shield, half the length of a small finger, stained with her blood.

Akardian shields are well maintained and rust-free.

She looked at the shield fragments and sniffed them under her nose.

Fortunately, there was only blood, no other strange smell.

This indicates only flesh wounds. This thing didn't hit her intestines, nor did it harm other organs.

Anada held the fragments in her left wrist and pressed her abdomen, breathing deeply to suppress the pain, looking at the two people fighting to the death.

One of them was retreating from her with their back facing her. That was a black woman with symmetrical muscles, slender limbs. Short sword and square shield, the classic combination.

Surely that must be the nickname "Black Sun," Kiki Kova from Kem, a female gladiator who won the city championships in Sodom, Yama and Bira.

The opponent of "Black Sun" was obscured by her own body, still not visible.

Suddenly, a metal light flashed in the shadows. "Black Sun" stumbled and retreated, throwing away her short sword and shield, and fell face up in the red water.

With the fall of "Black Sun," the killer who was previously obscured by the black woman's figure revealed their appearance.

This is a 16-17 year old short-haired Assyrian girl.

She has a slender figure, but is well-proportioned, with curvaceous curves. Her wheat-colored limbs and body are strong and tight, similarly coated with oil, with shining skin.

She holds two swords, long and short, and stands barefoot in the blood pool, wearing only a grass rope tied around her waist.

Including the "Black Sun", there are seven female gladiators lying dead around the girl.

Looking at the positions of their bodies, Anada suddenly remembered the children in her hometown who drew the sun on the rocks and snow and added lines representing the rays around the sun.

They lay stiffly in the red liquid that was rippling with waves, all with swords in their abdomens, with wounds that were long and deep, cutting open the body cavity and exposing the internal organs.

Especially the three bodies behind the girl, the sword wounds in the abdomen even formed two cross lines that were sometimes continuous and sometimes interrupted.

Anada can imagine what kind of scene it was: the enemy swarmed from all directions. When she forced the enemy in front of her to retreat, the girl suddenly circled her swords and cut the three people behind her into pieces with their intestines and stomachs flowing out.

The girl was shorter than the others, and for her, it was easiest to attack the enemy's soft abdomen, not to mention the large abdominal area and many important organs inside, without the rib cage interfering, piercing and cutting was faster and more efficient.

However, it is precisely because of these reasons that the abdomen has always been the top priority in protection.

Ahanada closed her eyes.

Out of the seven corpses, five of them were holding shields of different sizes made of bronze. The girl tore apart the defense line, slaughtering the enemies like a fierce beast, and her sword skills were extraordinary.

The girl kept her head down, staring at the floating "Black Sun" body in the blood water. She seemed to sense Ahanada's gaze and lifted her gaze, looking towards Ahanada.

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She has delicate eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth, and her small face still has a little baby fat.

Just a numb expression, like a lifeless puppet.

Her eyes were round and big, with pupils that were pitch black, like two black holes stuck to her face.

The hollow black eyes faced the yellow-tinged lion eyes.

In the moment when the two eyes met, the two people who were still breathing in the ceiling walked towards each other unconsciously.

"The 'silver-white mother lion' and the 'wild horse from the Bell family'," said Cynthia, "In the end, it's the two of them."

Lucius's tone was filled with disgust.

"Why arrange for Princess Bell's public humiliation and death as a slave? I thought you and she were friends."

"We were," said Cynthia, "but now, Menis needs to stand with the victor. We must be clear in our allegiances."

Lucius chuckled.

" 'Were' is another way of saying 'once loved'."

Cynthia seemed not to hear his sarcasm.

She suddenly pulled his hand.

Lucius's heart beat fast.

At this moment, except for the two of them, everyone in the hall was absorbed in watching "Under the Emerald".

Cynthia quietly led Lucius around a stone pillar.

The black-skinned personal slave quickly followed them.

This was an inconspicuous corner of the hall. The three stone columns around it cleverly obscured the gaze from all directions. From here, you could see the ceiling and the surrounding spectator seats, and not be noticed by anyone.

As soon as they arrived here, Cynthia let go of his hand.

This made Lucius feel a sense of loss.

"You believe or not, I'm saving her, I also want to save you."

Cynthia said.

"I gave her a chance to live, I will fulfill the wish of the arena champion. So if Elira wins the arena on the ceiling, as long as she doesn't say a wish like the revival of the Bell family, I will agree. For example, returning her freedom."

Lucius sneered.

"Isn't this just asking her to die? What's the use of winning freedom? The enemies of Bell, including Menis, will wait at the courtyard to tear her apart. Without the protection of the family, being a slave is actually her protection. Once she becomes a free citizen and has a political position, she won't be able to survive in Niniwe for even a minute!"

"Under the veil, Cynthia turned her face towards Lucius.

"Don't you understand yet?"

Her tone was always gentle, "I'm giving you a chance to make up for your mistake."

"What?"

Cynthia lowered her voice, "The ancestors of the Schwarzenegger family were apprentices and followers of the Bell family, but you not only betrayed your master, but also burned the temple of your master's family. The sinful Lucius, the sin you committed is so heavy that the water of the river can't wash it away!"

She observed Lucius' expression from under her veil.

"But at least you can save her," she said, "Schwarzenegger once guarded the gate of the Bell family, and Ilrita regarded you as a brother. As long as your mother lion wins the bullfight. You can make a wish to make Ilrita your slave, then take her away from Niniwei.

"That way, I won't be in your way anymore, and you can marry Enriel seriously, right?"

Cynthia's veil shook violently.

"Accept my suggestion, and get out of here immediately! I admit that this is for myself. But don't pretend to be a victim in front of me! I never intended to hurt you!"

"Even if Elerati wins the joust and proposes the revival of the Bel family, no one will agree to it. Do you think you can use such means to revoke the exile order and take back the family's land? With so many people involved in the worries weed, if you still refuse to give up, it will be a dead end!"

Lucius moaned in sorrow, "So you still want me to accept exile and die under the pursuit of the creditor?"

"Don't bring up that damn debt to me!"

She finally couldn't bear it any longer and snarled through gritted teeth.

"Don't lie to me anymore, you liar who speaks nothing but lies! Where did the money you bought from the slave market come from? The wealth from looting the Bel temple is enough for you to repay your debt ten times over!"

"Even fools know that 'to give is to receive', but you, with your endless greed in your mind! As soon as you hold onto one, you go crazy and bet a hundred! When you hold onto a hundred, you dare to bet a million! You are playing with fire all the time!"

"Do you want to know why I love Ashel? Because you are the most dangerous man I have ever seen! Every day with you is like walking on a tightrope over an abyss!"

She was so angry that her chest was heaving.

Lucius, however, remained calm.

"So, you love me."

He said softly, his gaze roaming over Cynthia's chest, his hand slowly reaching into Cynthia's veil, touching her smooth face, gently lifting her chin.

Cynthia seemed to want to reject him, but in the end she was powerless and slumped in his arms.

"You're playing with fire again," she said vaguely.

But her mouth was blocked by the veil.

At this point, there was a thunderous round of applause in the hall.

The black-skinned slave girl's eyes widened as she watched Lucius twist Cynthia's tight long coat, using both hands with force. The silk fabric immediately emitted a sound of tearing that could not withstand the weight.

The black-skinned slave girl frantically turned her back to her mistress, her heart beating like thunder.

She blindly cast her gaze to the distance, watching the blue sky and blazing sun, where the mother lion and the wild horses, one big and one small, met in a sea of blood.

The red waves were rolling under her feet, stirring up countless blood flowers. The silver-white and wheat-colored bodies of the two muscular animals were shining brightly, exchanging positions fiercely.

Golden iron echoes with sword light and axe shadow flashing like thunder and lightning, almost too difficult to see.

The black-skinned slave girl watched with an unfocused mind and was scared by the intense movement behind her, causing her legs to weaken.

In the midst of the crowds' cheers, the man roared quietly, "Just marry the foolish pig named Enlil! I will let you, and you guys! See my amazing feat of soaring like a bird as Luciu!"

In the audience seats, just one column away, sat many dignified figures who had come to attend the birth celebration of Cynthia. People were frantically cheering and the overwhelming noise was almost upon them.

"You love dangerous men," the man breathed, "You love the feeling of walking on a tightrope over an abyss, don't you?"

The hostess of the birth celebration replied with an ambiguous throaty sound.

"I will not follow the path you have arranged for me, I will succeed!"