When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1098 Taking Over the Gladiator Prison

The iron chain rolled, making a crisp, clanging sound, and the rising sun gilded half of the chain with gold.

Upon entering this prison where gladiators are held, the first thing you see is the gray-black enclosure that stretches to both sides of your field of vision.

A dozen or so arrow towers stood on the courtyard wall, constantly watched by seven or eight low-ranking vampire soldiers wielding longbows.

Vampires cannot practice breathing techniques, but even low-level vampires can possess extraordinary strength by drinking human or demon blood.

They were watching over thousands of gladiators.

Gladiators come in many forms, and although they are all slaves, some slaves are clearly more slaves than others.

Some are private gladiators of noble vampires, or even celebrity gladiators, and are treated better than ordinary vampires.

As for the gladiators imprisoned in prison, they were often criminals such as bandits, bagos, defectors, and convicted artisans.

If the gladiators kept by noble vampires are the main characters, then these vampires are merely consumables and supporting characters.

Danio and Sux walked through the prison, followed by a dozen soldiers wearing fake shackles.

They followed closely, occasionally raising their heads as they walked, each step accompanied by a crisp, rustling sound.

Sukes and his gang had been planning a prison break for a long time, so they had already done the preliminary preparations.

However, its scale is much smaller than Danio's plan.

It was thanks to Sukers' groundwork that Danio was able to take his current actions.

Arriving at the edge of a passageway, Sux stopped, watching the warden's office draw ever closer.

"Are you sure you want to do this? There's no turning back once you go this far."

Danio turned his head to look at the vast arena in the distance and the numb slave gladiators inside the walls.

Numbness, anger, helplessness, despair... Danio was all too familiar with this look in his eyes; he had looked like that ten years ago.

Danio suddenly understood why the chaplains always said that the unfree are always our allies.

Because they too were once unfree, and the unfree will become them.

“Let’s move forward,” Danio said calmly. “I’ve never been afraid of fighting the Order Knights.”

The group took the most difficult fifty steps and stopped in front of the warden's cell; this was the final step.

"Are you a two-legged creature?" The vampire guard at the gate looked at Sux with a mixture of extreme hatred and helplessness. "What are you sending a gladiator to at a time like this? You can't get through to the warden; he won't see you!"

bang-

Having shed his shackles, Danio gripped the saber at his waist with his right hand.

The vampire guard immediately realized something was wrong and opened his mouth to shout.

However, Danio stomped his foot, kicking up a cloud of dust, which was the Holy Alliance's most common extraordinary martial art - a charge.

He leaped three meters across, soaring high into the air and appearing in front of the vampire guard like lightning.

Jinxi flashed past the blade tip, like a golden thread piercing through space, instantly stabbing into the vampire's mouth.

"By the Lord of Immortality!" Another guard immediately extended his right hand, and a cloud of blood mist instantly condensed in his palm.

Sukes roared, drew his Blood Pact Gun from his back and fired a shot at its head.

The guard's skull exploded instantly, and Sux also collapsed from exhaustion.

The moment the other guard fell to the ground, Danio leaped up, stepping over the corpse beneath his blade.

The blades danced, and the two jailers who were trying to close the door clutched their throats and retreated, groaning.

The remaining Holy Alliance soldiers behind them also rushed in, and in an instant, bullets flew everywhere and swords flashed.

With a large number of guards being deployed to suppress gladiators and rebels on the streets, the warden's building was already poorly defended.

At this moment, the sun is just rising, and it's almost time to go home; it's the time when the prison guards are most lax in their duties.

Many people were drunk and fell to the ground before they even realized what was happening.

Amidst the flying sawdust, Danio dashed quickly up the stairs.

He had done something similar during the early uprising in Rapids City.

He was just a lackey back then, but now he's the main character.

He always understood that the most important principle in taking the warden hostage was—speed!
"who!"

"The gladiators have rioted?"

“Warden…”

Grabbing the stair railing and leaping, Danio hadn't even reached the second floor when a clock bomb and a holy water grenade were already thrown out.

He grabbed the vase stand, turned sideways, drew a semicircle in mid-air, and kicked a guard to the ground.

Upon landing, he quickly rolled to dodge the successive slashes, then lashed out at the carpet on the ground.

As the vase stand tipped over, the carpet lost its footing and immediately slipped. The seven guards who had charged in the second, third, and fourth formations collapsed like dominoes, but they still dutifully fired crossbow bolts at Danio.

An arrow pierced the fog, and with hurried footsteps, Danio had already stepped onto the stairs leading to the third floor.
However, a shadow blocked the bright sunlight shining through the gray glass.

He was a jailer so imposing he looked more like an ogre than a vampire.

He had a huge stomach and sagging cheeks; he alone blocked the wide stairwell that would have allowed two people to pass.

He gripped a spiked club made entirely of iron in one hand, grinning maliciously as he watched the "little guy" charging towards him.

This man was known to the guards and jailers; he was David the Death, a gladiator who had achieved a remarkable 32-game winning streak in the arena.

This is the warden's personal bodyguard, the safest link in the building.

"boom!"

A black, bloody hole appeared on David's forehead, and the smile on his face was frozen forever.

With a stiff smile, Death David rolled down the tunnel like a boulder, knocking over all the guards chasing Danio.

At the same time, two jets of blood finally shot out, one into his shoulder and the other into his thigh.

Danio seemed oblivious, rushing up to the third floor without stopping for a moment.

Pushing aside the Death David on his body, the other jailers were about to give chase when lead bullets pierced through the holy water mist behind them.

"Oh damn!"

I rushed up to the third floor, and at the end of the horizontal corridor was a wooden door.

As Danio kicked open the wooden door, he felt a surge of air beside him and immediately dodged.

A vase shattered on the ground, and when he looked up, a bloated vampire appeared before him.

He was covered in sweat, his right hand aimed at Danio who was walking towards him step by step, the blood mist in his palm dissipating and gathering again.

Only when the blade was pressed against the warden's heart did he resign himself to his fate and the blood mist dissipated.

"Any idea what to do?"

"know."

Soon, the warden, who had been taken hostage by Danio, issued an order to the entire gladiator prison to gather all the gladiators in the prison square.

At the same time, the warden addressed the entire prison, urging them to surrender.

The vampire longbowmen who were holding out in the arrow tower neither came out of the tower to surrender nor shot at them.

Instead, they do nothing because it doesn't concern them.

If their suppression leads to the warden's death, his family will surely seek revenge.

But if they were to go out and surrender now, they would surely face retaliation from the gladiators.

Ignoring it is the best policy.

After being bandaged up, Danio walked up to the warden's platform and, without much preamble, began to speak.

"According to what I know, the governor was killed by a spy hidden among the gladiators with a blood pact gun. The governor's clan will surely make you pay with your lives."

“I am a member of the Holy Alliance, just like you. Whether it is a rebel army or a clan alliance, once the governor dies, we outsiders will inevitably be suspected.”

"Today we have stormed Gladiator's Prison to give you an opportunity."

As Danio spoke, the door to the jailer's armory behind him slowly lifted as the chains were pulled.

"Staying here means death, resisting means death, since we're all going to die anyway, why not fight for freedom? Why not be free for once before you die?"

Standing before the open gates of the armory, Danio personally selected a spear and held it in his hand.

"The docks were burned down. Only the Governor's private port had boats and docks, so people could escape from here."

"Now, choose the weapon that suits you best!"
You were forced to kill each other before, but now I'm giving you a chance to stand side by side and kill your true enemy—your master!

The large iron gate slowly lifted, and Danio was the first to walk out.

The entire gladiator phalanx stirred into a commotion.

These fierce, muscular gladiators, though supporting characters, were also highly skilled soldiers who had experienced countless battles.

Becoming gladiators was not their intention, it was not their intention at all.

Within half a minute, the first gladiator emerged and entered the armory.

He chose the weapons he used most often in the arena: a long axe and a round shield.

After him, one gladiator after another picked up their weapons, put on their helmets, and followed Danio out of the prison.

Though few in number, they moved like a torrent, quietly heading toward the Governor's private harbor in the morning sunlight.

(End of this chapter)