Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 81 The King of the White Tower ([-])

Did this group of people take rat poison?

Looking at the scene inside the White Tower, Fu Qian felt emotional for a while.

In the suddenly enlightened space, the tumbling sound was overshadowed one after another.

There are men and women, old and young, mixed with cheers and screams.

Some are simply meaningless roars, which sound like demonic donkeys.

All of these reverberate together, inexplicably reminiscent of a song called The Swarm of Bees, and the pierced ears can't help itching.

The building looks more magnificent from the inside than the outside, but the architectural style is not flattering.

The huge space and the spiral towering white columns make people feel like they are in a cathedral of incredible height.

However, the bottom of the space is a venue like the Colosseum in ancient Rome, surrounded by densely packed stands that look like honeycombs.

At the same time, the various grotesque display screens above the platform and the chaotic light strips above clearly tell others that they are in the information age.

This is the legendary white tower arena of invincibility in the universe?
It can only be said that it fully reflects the builder's good money and bad taste.

The strong sense of disobedience, if you insist on describing it, is like a Hades wearing a bluetooth headset stroking a boomerang in his hand.

"Hi, please go this way."

A young woman with brown hair and white robes, dressed like an ancient Greek priest, came up, interrupted Fu Qian's emotion at the right time, and reminded him to enter the interior from the side passage with an impeccable smile.

Fu went to look around, and sure enough, there was such a "fighter" standing next to every participating "fighter".

According to the data from previous years, the number of people participating in the competition is quite exaggerated, and it is difficult to find so many guides from the underworld for them.

It is conceivable that the work of a large part of these priestesses will soon be over.

Passing through the long corridor, the two soon came to a place like a preparation room.

"You can choose a weapon that is convenient for you!"

The priestess led Fu Qian to the weapon rack near the wall, pointed at it and said.

"Can I use anything?"

Fuqian took a look and saw that there were quite a variety of weapons, ranging from the most versatile swords and guns to all kinds of shapes beyond imagination.

The most important thing is that the workmanship is excellent, and the quality seems to be quite good.

Of course, they also have one feature in common - they don't know how to use it.

That's right, since I became a thug, I haven't had time to learn how to use any kind of weapon, and I have always followed the concept of fighting with nothing to win.

The key point is that the effect seems to be good so far, and Fuqian is not going to change it for the time being.

"As long as it is on the top."

replied the priestess.

"In addition, the equipment that comes with it can be used as long as there is no problem with the review."

"understood."

It can be described as quite humane.

Fu went to look around. Given the large number of people, it is impossible for this kind of preparation room to be as luxurious as one person. Now there are three people in this preparation room besides himself——

A guy who was clearly nervous, a young woman with blond hair, and—a black tin can?

Fu Qian looked at the last contestant, a full set of exaggerated black plate armor with exquisite etched patterns on it.

The two pointed horns on the covering helmet suddenly made people think that they saw the black knight.

"This is also possible?"

Pay before pointing.

"can."

The priestess nodded noblely and coldly, and pointed to the shelf on the other side of the room by the way.

"In fact, there are some armors here, you can choose as you see fit."

Fu Qian looked at it, and there were all kinds of protective equipment and shields lined up all the way there.

This one is still modest. Although he is not as ostentatious as the Black Knight, he basically has all kinds of standards.

It's a pity that I'm still useless, the attack that can hurt me cannot be dispelled by a few pieces of iron sheets.

Fu Qian looked around, and finally picked out a white mask and put it on his face.

"All right."

The mask is so light, not even metal, that it barely feels heavy.

When I was at the Huang family's Banshan Manor last time, I wore such a mask.

When the others are useless, it is better to use this to maintain the mystery of the master.

Fu Qian's choice was obviously a bit unexpected to the priestess. After a while, he adjusted the goddess's smile again and introduced the current situation intimately.

"Because of the large number of people, there will be three rings going on at the same time each time, and then just wait here."

Fu Qian nodded, listening to the tide-like sound waves outside, and just as he was wondering how the King of the White Tower would appear, the calls outside suddenly stopped.

The next moment, all kinds of lights were focused on a certain place, and an open elevator slowly descended from the sky.

Uh!
Fu Qian's eyesight was no longer what it used to be, and he instantly confirmed that the person standing in the elevator was the target of his trip, Bai Jinting, the King of the White Tower.

Compared with the demons and ghosts in the stands, this one looks quite normal, without a few extra heads.

The problem is, old man, you are over 70, right?
Leaving aside the safety issue, are you serious about this cage-shaped elevator?

During the light tracking, Bai Jinting's elevator slowly came into place, and finally stopped at a position independent of other stands.

"Welcome to the Ring Islands!"

Bai Jinting, who was over [-] years old, looked much younger than his actual age, and began to deliver a speech full of vigor.

Whoa!
The howling sound doubled in an instant.

"Welcome to the White Tower Arena..."

Fu Qian squinted his eyes and looked around.

In this mammoth building with four dissimilarities, there is a heinous security.

Apart from all kinds of defense methods, the biggest sea-fixing needle here is the legendary demigod, Ibrahimovic known as the spirit of the storm.

It is said that this man was promoted to the third rank five years ago at the age of 68, and later accepted the invitation of the Baita Group because he liked the ocean climate and became a special consultant. Since then, he has rarely left here.

According to the information, Bai Jinting seldom shows up at ordinary times, and has been hiding under such strict protection.

Only the annual "King of the White Tower" arena, he will participate in the whole process, and at the end he will personally present awards to the final winners.

In theory, this is a pretty good opportunity.

The information clearly stated that this person is not a transcendent person, and he has made it all the way to the championship. It is a very reasonable plan to take advantage of the opportunity of the award ceremony to complete the task directly with one kick.

At that time, even if the demigod makes a move, it will be too late.

And there is no time limit for this mission, so you can really spend some effort to finish this arena first.

By the way, learn more about your own goal.

Even if it is a ruthless task person, we have principles.

It is justifiable to collect charges for crimes and eliminate them.

In the end, Fu Qian had an inexplicable feeling that the person in front of him might not be so easy to kill.

Bai Jinting's speech was lengthy, and in the end he even took over the host's job and read out the rules of the game slowly.

This shameful act of wasting time successfully made Fu Qian more murderous.

Finally, as Bai Jinting sat down contentedly, the host snatched back his microphone and announced the start of the game.

(End of this chapter)