The cries of the audience seemed both close at hand and far away.

Anada found that she was actually tinnitus.

The scenery in front of her eyes also became blurred, gradually leaving nothing except the dazzling red. The brain became numb, and the world around her seemed to slow down.

Fortunately, she did not forget that there was still a big enemy in front of her.

She narrowed her eyes, spread out her double axes in a defensive posture, and stumbled backwards. She felt that her hands and feet were heavy and disobedient, her body was weak, and she involuntarily wanted to sit down on the ground.

Not only that, she felt her throat swelling, choked her voice, couldn't breathe, and felt a series of dizziness.

"The mixture of black lily juice and black fat-tailed scorpion venom, it comes from the inspiration of the scorpion god, I call it 'Wrath of the Scorpion God'."

Masayes said, "The black lily juice is the legendary spiritual medicine of the Stygian, its anesthetic effect is stronger than your forget-me-not, just smelling it, it makes people's hands and feet numb, and drinking a bowl of it will cause loss of consciousness. Even the king of the barbarians cannot withstand its potency."

"The most cunning thing is that the juice of the black lily can perfectly suppress the pain caused by the contact of the venom of the black-tailed scorpion with the human body, making people unconsciously poisoned.

"I discovered the juice of the black lily when I was chasing the Xicos people. The Xicos people are like a treasure trove, full of ancient secrets. They are a mixture of various ancient peoples, and we chased them across the eastern plateau... Do you know, I once curiously tried my own potion and stuffed it into a wound on the palm of my hand-”

Lucius roared to interrupt him: "I just want to know, how did your damn poison make my slaves poison?"

Lucius's face was like just coated with white chalk.

He was furious and shouted at Massayes, almost forgetting how evil General Akard was.

Massayes was not angry.

"I gave Isis some," Massayes said, "to help her get through the days of gladiatorial slavery as soon as possible. I specifically taught her to take an extra shield during the gladiatorial games to protect herself. I suggested that she apply a little 'Rage of the Scorpion God' to the head of the hammer. This way, when facing the enemy, just waving the hammer and letting them smell the scent can make them weak in the knees, and if they wipe off a little skin, they will certainly die without a doubt."

He touched his black beard, leisurely saying: "Look at her face, her eyes are turning black, that's the wound that was poisoned by the scorpion venom. To be able to survive until now and have an outbreak, this is such a strong physique, almost as good as a real lion."

"How could this be?" Lucius was shocked and angry, "My slave wasn't hurt at all!"

He suddenly realized.

"That shield fragment... the one that splattered and cut her, was shattered by that damn hammer..."

Masayes said, "She's finished, Eisis finally took revenge for herself."

"Dammit!"

Lucius painfully grabbed his hair.

"What the hell is this! What happened to the reputation of your motherfucking Akard people being brave and good at fighting, did they all get thrown into the latrine and fed to dogs!"

Before the words were finished, the Akard's big hand grabbed his throat.

Cynthia was shocked and covered her mouth, watching as Masayes used only one hand to lift Lucius off the ground by his neck.

Lucius desperately struggled with his eyes rolling.

Masayes was still.

Lucius was horrified to see that a plump and black venomous scorpion was slowly crawling up his nose along Masayes' tiger's mouth.

The venomous scorpion is waving its pincers and its tail is incredibly huge and exaggerated, the hook filled with venom is swinging back and forth in front of the eyes.

Anada tries her best to breathe, but the air that enters her lungs is still pitifully small.

Her eyes are congested, and she feels a blur of red, almost unable to see anything.

Suddenly, she sees a faint shadow flicker in front of her.

She swings her battle axe groggily to block, but her movements are slow - there is a sudden pain under her left ribcage, and she now has a long sword wound.

The mighty Acard Scorpions Priest gently took the venomous scorpion back from Lucien's nose.

Letting go of his hand, he allowed Lucien to fall at his feet.

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"Keep your mouth shut," Marasay's voice came from Lucien's head, "or you won't see the sun of the day of exile."

"I beg your pardon."

Lucien nodded repeatedly, tears streaming down his face, as he coughed continuously.

"Your Excellency, please allow me to rephrase—you are cheating, desecrating the duel! It is too dishonorable!"

"Do you know what honor is?"

Mazayus twiddled his fingers on the venomous scorpion on his hand back and sneered.

"My men have killed countless enemies, lived to walk off the battlefield, counted their spoils, and slept in the arms of their enemy's wives—victory is the greatest honor."

"I have learned," Lucius said with a bitter smile.

He coughed and turned to Xena pleading.

"Xena... I promised you, I'll accept banishment and leave Niniwe. I'll leave now. Call off the duel, you've won!"

Xena stood silently and looked calmly into the distance as if she hadn't heard anything.

Lucius looked at her and went from surprise to fierce. Suddenly, he laughed out loud with a sinister smile.

"I know you, the son of Schwarzenegger family, you are a typical self-interested little person, so tell me," Masayes asked curiously, "Why are you so supportive of a gladiator?"

Lucius shook his head.

"She, she just wants to live... to fight for her survival, even to desperately find reasons, to grasp everything that can be grasped... I recognize that kind of gaze, I..."

Masayes sighed in disappointment.

"I heard that you escaped from the destruction of Bell, I thought you would be smarter, but you are also a fool."

"People only see what they want to see. What you see is not the truth of that woman, but just the refraction of your own heart."

Lucius coldly said: "I don't know if you are still a philosopher... then what is the refraction that you see?"

Masayes hesitated for a moment: "Steady will, tenacious life force, ambition and conquest desire, strong power - not the empty political power, but the real, from muscles and swords, the power to control life and death - and beauty.

"What a beautiful woman, so beautiful that it makes one's heart surge and they can't control themselves."

His greedy and regretful gaze was directed towards the skylight. The small, wheat-colored figure was launching another offensive, while the tall, white and bloody figure across from them was already wavering.

"Such a wild physique, such an extraordinary body, is the best breeding ground for warriors.

"I could have infused life essence into her womb and let her give birth and nurse more warriors for the Scorpion God... My mother of warriors, it's a shame."

The noble young lady standing by, who had been silently watching, could no longer tolerate the rough words of the Arkadian man: "Men, do you always look at women from this perspective? Is there only this? Breeding vessels and... bed partners?"

Masayes retorted, "What else could there be?"

Here we go again, Lucius thought.

God be with her, she can always do it, using language that is contemptuous and noble to express the most decadent and captivating of airs.

"Then how about Illeth? Isn't she equally good at fighting and beautiful?" Xena innocently asked.

Masayes lazily rejected.

"No use. She is too small to bear my weight. So thin and flat, she can't compare to the mother of warriors with enough milk."

"She is the mother of lions."

If looks could kill, Lucius would have eaten Masayes and turned him into excrement.

He forced a stiff smile at the Akkadian.

"She is not your mother of warriors, she is my 'silver-white mother of lions.'"

Anada was gasping for breath and tottering.

"I told you," Illeth's non-standard northern language swayed back and forth in front of her, "Kill me, or I'll have to kill you!"

The enemy's new round of attack was here again.

Anada struggled to protect her vital areas and couldn't help but have two new wounds. A sword on her thigh, a sword on her left arm, both on the outside, just flesh wounds.

Illeta says, "You look like you've been poisoned, or stung by a scorpion. You're going to die."

Anada ignored him.

This is a good thing,

She said to herself.

Bleeding and pain can make her more alert, clearer. Nothing is more important than staying awake now.

But her strength has diminished greatly, and she can no longer strike like before, not even blocking the sword is a struggle.

Illeta's sword moves faster and faster.

"Why don't you just die?" Illeta says, "Once and for all, leave this painful world. How enviable is such happiness!"

Anada can't even judge the direction of the sword, let alone block it. She can only pant and continue to retreat.

"Die, die, die!"

Illeta screamed, took a sliding step, and slashed with both swords.

The scream suddenly turned into a scream.

Illeta stands on one leg in pain, crouching his front legs. She has been chasing Anada, attacking fiercely all the way, but never thought that the place she stepped on was a bronze sickle.

"Did you do this?" Illeta cried out in pain and looked at Anada in disbelief.

Without waiting for an answer, or perhaps already knowing the answer, the mother lion covered in blood roared and lunged forward!

In the next moment, both the double-bladed axe and the double-edged sword were swept away.

Two figures, one big and one small, rolled together in the sticky redness.

The two people wrestled in each other in the blood.

With her larger size, Anada took the advantage, firmly holding Illeta's hand and suppressing her enemy.

The almost paralyzed mother lion gasped loudly and tried to change positions, desperately lifting a white leg to trap the Assyrian girl's neck between her two legs.

Her legs tightened with force.

This was the last bit of strength she could squeeze out of her muscles.

Illeta felt that what was wrapped around her was not a person, but a white jade-like giant snake.

"My neck and spine seem to be crushed by Anadar!"

Finally... can I go die now...

Illelita thought dizzily.

"Snakes are Seth's spirits and also messengers of Niyalat."

Father stood in the tall and gloomy family temple, picked up a thick and long giant snake, let it coil around his arm, and turned his palm into a deep purple.

"We are followers of Niyalat, approaching snakes is our mission. Don't be afraid of them and there is no need to struggle. As long as you find their vital points, you can make them leave. Look..."

Remembering, this was when he was eight years old, his father taught him the knowledge of the sacrifice...

Illelita looked at his father's fingers, searching for the snake's belly near its tail.

"Found it," Father said.

He stretched out his fingers and aimed at the snake's clitoris, the whole finger was poked in --

The sudden pain penetrated Anadar's body.

Anadar was in such pain that her eyes were covered in gold stars, and she involuntarily loosened her grip. She curled up, knelt on the ground, and was sweating all over. This was an unbearable pain, even the anesthetic effect of the black lotus juice couldn't suppress it.

No sooner had Anada recovered from the weakness brought on by the severe pain than the thin figure gently pounced on her broad back.

"It didn't kill me again," the girl whispered hoarsely in her ear, "this time it's my turn to kill you."

A pair of thin arms came from behind her neck and wrapped around the white neck.

With the terrible suffocating sensation of naked strangulation, Anada was turned over in a trance, her back was pushed against her and she was forced to raise her chest towards the blue sky while her head and neck were firmly locked and folded towards her chest.

She was like a white fish leaving the surface of the water, suffocating and dying, with only the last bit of breath left, and a hitch in her jerking.

The Assyrian maiden clung to Anada's back, her delicate little face pressed against her side, blowing into her ear.