Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

Milin and the group of mercenaries who were invited to the Colosseum did not encounter any 500-sword axemen, but met the lord of Escalon City who had been missing for half a year.

From the whispers of the mercenaries around him, Milin learned that this lord with at least Deus in his name was not an old noble.

He became the lord of Escalon City because of his military exploits with the previous emperor, and before becoming the lord here, there were some troubles.

All in all, it means that this lord is not a descendant of a noble family. At first, he was a blood-licking guy like these mercenaries.

These mercenaries will talk about these things because this is also the best and only way for them to be promoted under the current imperial mercenary system.

Like a carrot hanging on a stick.

As if to prove that he was superior to others because of his bravery, he stood on the best viewing platform and faced Shi's armor.

Judging from the style of the armor, it should be regarded as a modified version of the fish scale armor used by the Empire's armored knights.

When Milin was counting the number of gems on the fish scale armor worn by the lord, the mercenaries around him suddenly let out a burst of cheers.

Milin, who was confused for a moment, didn't realize until he was in the preparation room of the Colosseum that the lord's series of nonsense also included the reason why he summoned these mercenaries to the Colosseum.

He wanted to watch a gladiatorial fight, and the prize was a brand new set of imperial-standard fish scale armor.

Judging from the fact that he asked the soldiers to invite the mercenaries into the preparation room of the Colosseum after speaking, the lord did not think that any mercenaries would refuse.

In fact, this was also true. The mercenaries who were already in the preparation room of the Colosseum had no intention of refusing.

These mercenaries were worried about the Hongmen Banquet but were completely dazzled by the rewards in front of them.

After all, it is a set of knight's fish scale armor, a symbol of the empire. Even if it is second-hand or third-hand, the price is close to four-digit dinars.

For most mercenaries, they may not be able to save this kind of money in a lifetime, let alone the brand-new fish scale armor guaranteed by Lord Deus, which will not enter the market at all.

Most of the mercenaries here did not include Milin. In fact, when Milin knew that the lord threw out the new imperial standard equipment fish scale armor as a prize, he was not only unmoved but even wanted to laugh a little.

Before, for some reason, Milin bought a set of brand new fish scale armor from Marcus at a high price. However, when he bought it back, he found out that it was just a fake.

To be able to produce so many useless looking products, this lord is probably not a professional counterfeiter.

Putting aside the fact that the prizes are fake, there is nothing wrong with the gladiatorial competition itself.

Compared with the era of the Empire or the Republic, when gladiatorial combat was basically only played by slaves, now gladiatorial competitions are a sport that can be participated by all people.

Even during the six months when the lord is away from home, the Colosseum will hold a gladiation competition with prizes like this every more than a month.

A whole set of gambling interest chains that rely on this kind of gladiation competition have also emerged.

When Milin first traveled to this world, he saved most of his start-up capital by relying on this kind of gladiatorial betting, so that now no one is taking Milin's bets.

This has to be said to be a regrettable thing.

Why does it comply with the setting of its own Sports and Sports project, then it must use the weapons provided by the Colosseum itself...but the armor comes with it.

In fact, even the weapons provided by the Colosseum itself are at best unedged/blunt arrows.

For someone like Alori who relies on his strength attribute, it's not that difficult to chop people down with these weapons.

Compared with real fighting sports, the gladiatorial combat in the Colosseum does not have any scoring settings.

It's basically the same as real combat, until you cut down the opponent or you are cut down.

The biggest use of those unedged weapons was just to make the death rate less exaggerated than in slave duels in the past.

It was very common to lose one's life in gladiatorial combat.

Compared with other mercenaries who wanted to take out a whetstone to sharpen the weapons on the spot, Milin instead picked up a weapon with the gun head removed, which looked more like a long stick.

Choosing such a safe weapon made Mirin the subject of attention.

The world view of Qimen Weapon without two brushes is not limited to martial arts stories.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of mercenaries, Milin picked up the long stick and held a gun-n-flowers on his arm as if performing a show.

The mercenaries who could tell at a glance that this set of guns and flowers were just a sideshow lost interest in Milin.

As a result, there was a clang, and Milin, who lost his grip and let the long stick fall to the ground, once again attracted the attention of the mercenaries.

Milin, who was once again being noticed, raised his foot and kicked the long stick that had fallen on the ground back into his hand, and then said in a slightly embarrassed voice:

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Although he couldn't understand what Milin was talking about, Milin's showmanlike behavior still caused a burst of laughter among the mercenaries.

None of the mercenaries who were amused by Milin's behavior noticed that a trickle of the same color as the Colosseum bricks was approaching Milin.

When it touched Milin's boots, the trickle of water that was originally the same color as the bricks and stones immediately turned itself into the same color as Milin's clothes.

Then, like a chameleon, the trickle of water penetrated deeply into Milin's clothes.

If someone could see through Milin's clothes at this time, they would be able to see that after getting into Milin's clothes, it immediately returned to the original gray liquid and quickly covered Milin's body like mercury.

After the gray liquid completely covered Milin's body, the surface of the liquid, like mercury gelcoat, bulged slightly, forming structures similar to muscle tissue.

Although the gray muscle tissue covering the body has not allowed Milin to evolve to the level of a huge back and waist, the increase in body size has still made Milin's originally loose clothes tighter.

However, this change did not attract the attention of the mercenaries.

To be precise, someone noticed the sound made by the muscle tissue forming on Milin's body, but they didn't take it seriously.

Just flex your muscles, it seems like no one here can do it.

Of course, even if Milin suddenly got bored and wanted to explain to these mercenaries that the muscles on his body were not muscles, but something called a nanosuit, no one would understand.

Although the nanosuit and Gray Wind are not from the same work, nor are they the same thing... but at least the names are the same. The nanosuit is nano, and the nanorobot is also nano. In short, they are all nano.

Are you ready? Milin, who walked into the Colosseum wearing a nanosuit and holding a wooden stick in his hand, asked Hui Feng who was clinging to him.

Everything is ready, Commander. Gray Wind's voice sounded in Milin's ears.

It's good, but it's a bit of a pity. Milin, who didn't know what he felt regretful about, raised his head and looked at Lord Deus on the observation deck.

Other mercenaries who entered the Colosseum from other wooden gates also looked over like Milin.

After enjoying the gaze for a while, Lord Deus raised his right arm high, waited for a few seconds and then waved it down heavily.

Lord Deus' action was to blow the horn of charge, and the other mercenaries except Milin immediately screamed.

Stay quiet for a while, and wait to get someone killed. Although he had already put on the nanosuit, he didn't want to be exposed so early, so as not to affect Plan B. Milin was ready to make a living.

Whoosh! A crossbow arrow grazed Milin's cheek and hit the wooden gate that had just been closed.

Milin was about to complain about the lack of martial ethics of these mercenaries. He even took out a crossbow arrow, a powerful weapon with a specific kinetic energy of over 1.8 joules per square centimeter, and nailed several more arrows to his side.

Wait, what the hell.

Milin suddenly found that all the screaming mercenaries were coming towards him.

...Where is Gou as promised?

And you guys who have knives, swords and crossbows, do you have the nerve to bully someone with a stick?

Milin, who was complaining loudly in his heart, picked up the wooden stick in his hand and poked the toe of the mercenary who had rushed to his side.

The uncontrollable pain caused the mercenary who slashed at Milin with a knife to stagger to the side. However, before he could fall to the ground, Milin picked up the wooden stick and drew a semicircle in the air before sweeping it across his face. On the chest.

The mercenary and his companions were thrown into the air and rolled into a ball.