The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

The Black Boxing King opened his mouth wide, and Pace saw him laughing miserably. His only remaining left fist was slightly raised, with a thin iron chain tied to it.

From the chain, Pace saw lumps of red objects.

If we just stop him from eating that, he's done for, right?

After confirming his target, Pace drew out the cold steel knife, holding two sharp weapons in both hands, and began to sprint towards the [Black Boxing King].

Just like that, he was finished off in one fell swoop.

However, before Pace could swing the axe in his hand, a red slash arrived in front of him -

"Click——"

Reflexively, Pace braked suddenly and jumped back two steps. His pupils widened, and he was frightened by the sudden scene.

"What...?"

The huge arm fell to the ground, and the black iron gauntlet exploded in a cloud of dust. Tommy Blood fell to his knees, his shoulders empty on both sides, and his broken arm spurted blood.

In front of him stood a tall and thin ghost in black clothes——

"Brad... don't waste the gift of red sugar cane... (Yi-Tran)"

The copper blade flashed with strong factor energy and hissed. The white lightless eyes narrowed slightly, like a ghost spying on its prey from the darkness.

Looking at the person coming, the eyes of the [Black Boxing King] gradually became blurred and slightly turned upwards.

"you..."

"Hunter, return to your mound (I-Tran language)," Zakamos's mouth curved into a disgusting smile, "True knowledge is only given to believers who are close to heaven (I-Tran language)."

"bass--"

The copper blade slashed through, and the throat of the Black Boxing King exploded. His body was pushed back by the recoil caused by the spray from the aorta, and he fell to the ground, completely dead.

From his iron fist, the Great Prophet grabbed the chain and bit off all the red pieces one by one.

There was no sound in the Colosseum. All the audience were stunned by the scene before them. Even the commentator who had been making a lot of noise was frightened by the sudden intrusion of the skinny black ghost and dared not speak. Pace took a stance and observed the guy in front of him.

The strong factor energy knife... the powerful oppressive force... and that weird face... If I'm not mistaken, this guy is probably the [Great Prophet] Zachamos Aritch.

His body was covered with wounds, and his condition was not much better than the previous [Black Boxer]. The cuts deep into the bone marrow looked very familiar. If I guessed correctly, it should be Perlis...

Why did he suddenly appear here?

He said what was that thing called? Red sugar cane? Why did he want to steal the black boxing champion's red sugar cane?

Just as Pace was wondering, a voice came from above his head:

"Ah, Zachamos, why are you here?"

Pace raised his head and saw a fat man in a suit and a tall hat replacing the previous commentator. The guy gently stroked his mustache and looked at Zachamos with narrowed eyes.

That was Leon Kerast.

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8) False Idols (Part 9)

"Are you here for a drink? Huh?"

Leon Kelast had a playful look on his face, and looking at Zachamos, who was covered in wounds, he didn't seem to care or have any sympathy at all.

"I haven't received any news about the capture of the Persipune Wall, Zakamos. Isn't it a bit too hasty to come now?"

"We haven't captured the Kandala yet..." Zakamos's voice was a little weak, "We haven't...yet..."

“You failed?” Leon looked a little surprised. “[Babel Tower Blade] couldn’t even deal with those broken flowers and willows?”

"There was an...accident..."

"Accident? What accident?" Leon frowned slightly, "Where are my troops?"

"It's just a small question...Kandalari..." Zachamos raised his head slightly, "I will...get back...soon..."

"Answer my question, Great Prophet, where is my army?" Leon roared, "Your master asked you to come here to help me destroy the royal government, remember? Don't avoid my question, you federal dog, where is my army?"

Seeing Leon gradually losing his composure, the audience in the Colosseum began to talk about it. Although they did not dare to talk loudly, they still filled the awkward atmosphere with extremely subtle whispers.

Zachamos still didn't speak, but just looked up at Leon silently. Seeing such an annoying scene, Leon waved his hand angrily:

"Shut up! Kill all those who are talking!"

"Yes!"

After the order was given, a few intermittent screams were heard from all directions of the Colosseum, and then there was infinite silence.

"Great Prophet, answer my question," Leon looked down at Zachamos with a dark look in his eyes, "You know the consequences of disobeying me. I have paid Laplace enough money. If you don't speak... I warn you...?"

The huge arena seemed to become a little empty. Looking up at the fat Godfather, [Blade of Babel]'s figure was thin and even looked a little pathetic.

"The whole army was wiped out." Zachamos muttered.

"The whole army was wiped out?" Leon clenched his fists in anger. "Didn't you say you foresaw victory?"

"Victory... destiny... cannot be disobeyed..."

"Stop talking nonsense to me, you traitor and god-like loser!" Leon cursed. "In order to make you a door god, I paid the federal government enough money to build another Colosseum. What the hell did you do? Huh? Destroyed my army? You damn bastard, I should just -"

"You! You know nothing! Ursa (Eitran)!"

Suddenly, Zachamos roared, interrupting Leon's insults. His two arms, thin as straw, opened like a black panther pouncing on its prey:

"I! A believer of the Black Tide! The gods on the other side stretch out their claws towards the stars in the sky! The crows of doom peck off the lush branches (Yitlan language)"

"I am the destiny! I am the chosen one! I witnessed the stars withering into the sea, and I witnessed the earth sinking into the black waves (Yitlan language)!"

"What are you talking about...? You lunatic..." Leon looked puzzled.

"You are all vulgar beasts! Walking on the land that still has some life left, enjoying the juice of withered flowers (I-Tran language)!" Zakamos's expression became extremely ferocious, "Wait until the black tide climbs over me, wait until the stars and red sugar cane turn into sweet springs——"

Zachamos stretched his hands toward the sky and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"I! Will ascend to the throne of God!! (Yitlan language)——"

"No, you won't."

A calm voice floated from the other side of the Colosseum, sounding extremely clear in this vast silent space.

"You're going to die here."

Zachamos heard the whisper behind him and turned his head, just in time to see the pure white figure:

"Ah...pure white... (E.Tran)"

Perlis was standing at the entrance of the Colosseum. A breeze from the east lifted her long white hair, which fluttered in the air like fireworks.

She was like a new warrior, or a messenger from the other side. Her blood-red eyes reflected the eerie shadow of Zachamos, conveying the message that he was about to pass away.

"Little princess..." Pesce looked at Perlis in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief, "Ah...you are okay..."

"Stand back, young master," Perlis said softly, going down the steps and entering the arena, "You can't deal with him, he is mine."

"Ah! Then I'll leave it to you!" Pace decisively jumped back two steps and immediately calmed down.

"A clever hunter... pure white (E.Tran)."

A sinister smile appeared on Zachamos's face, like an evil ghost trying to scare the child.

"Blood of the Stars... has developed feelings for the Ursa race? (Yitlan language)"

"You can't escape, Great Prophet (E.T.L.)," Perlis murmured softly, slowly approaching Zachamos, "A third-rate prophecy by a third-rate liar, so much for that (E.T.L.)"

"Ah... cute little girl, hehe," Zakamos smiled strangely and stepped back gently, "You know the prophecy is true.. (Yitlan language)"

"No one can predict the future..." Perlis frowned slightly.

"I can see your future..."

"No, the only thing you can't see is my future."

A fierce light flashed in her blood-red eyes, her long hair fluttered, and her sharp blade spun lightly. Gradually, the red factor energy arc swirled around Perlis's fingertips, and the blood-red strong factor energy climbed onto the blade of the sharp blade, flashing with lightning.

On the surface of the blade, Zachamos saw his own reflection.

"Hu..." As if foreseeing his own fate, Zakamos took out his pipe and inhaled gently, "Ah~ The gift of red sugar cane (I-Tran language)"

Red smoke spewed out of his nostrils. Zachamos closed his eyes and whispered softly:

"I...saw (E-Tran)."

The bronze blade burst out, the silver blade flickered - everything seemed to happen in an instant, a blood-red arc suddenly erupted, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, and a violent earth-colored smoke and dust exploded.

"bass--"

Pace raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose, squinting his eyes and coughing violently.

"Cough cough... cough..."

Not long after, the smoke and dust dispersed, and the scorching sun once again shone on the yellow earth of the Gula Vatino Colosseum, emitting a little golden light.

And on that yellow earth, there was more blood, reflecting the scorching sun——

"Uh...cough cough..."

The Great Prophet knelt on the ground, the bronze blade in his hand had broken, and smoke was coming out of the crack. He covered his throat with his hand, and blood flowed out from the gaps between his long, dark fingers, flowing down his slender figure.

Perlis was standing behind him, the silver butterfly knife gently spinning, blood splattering. The white-haired girl turned her head slightly, only looking at the dying blade with her indifferent eyes.

Two [Blades of Babel], one survivor.

Zachamos' mouth opened and closed. In the last moments, he seemed to want to say something, but could only spit out blood bit by bit. Soon, he fell face up into the loess, his dull eyes reflecting nothingness, looking towards the future he had long coveted.

"Rest in peace, soul."

With a slight turn of her slender fingers, the butterfly knife was retracted into her sleeve. Perlis walked over to the corpse of the Great Prophet and pulled off a blood-stained pendant from his collar - it was a blood-red crystal that was emitting a faint glow under the scorching sun.

This is the redstone of the Great Prophet.

"Young Master," Perlis turned around and looked at Pace behind her, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Pesce stared at Perlis blankly. "Wow...little princess..."

"what happened?"

"You're so handsome."

"...Huh?" Perlis seemed to be stunned for a moment, then quickly came to her senses, "What?"

"It's... nothing..." Pace scratched his head lightly, "I just sighed for a moment..."

"Stupid young master..." Perlis muttered softly, her cheeks a little red.

At this moment, clapping suddenly sounded, which seemed a little abrupt in this quiet [Shura Field]. Perlis and Pess looked up at the same time and found that it was Leon——

"A wonderful performance... [Pure White Fireworks]..."

The godfather lowered his eyes and looked at Perlis's pretty face. Perlis saw a trace of darkness from the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

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8) False Idols (Part 10)

"A clean blow."

As Leon clapped his hands, a faint commotion enveloped the [Shura Field] again. Pace looked around nervously. Unknowingly, many heavily armored thugs from the Sharp Knife Lion Family had entered the Colosseum. Although they did not approach directly, they also sealed all the exits of the Colosseum, obviously not intending to let them leave peacefully.

Oh no, this is bad.

Damn... What is this all about... Pace clenched his fists, unwilling to accept it. He had already defeated the [Black Boxing King], but if Zachamos hadn't suddenly appeared, he would have won the championship, and things wouldn't have turned out like this.

And now...Perlis killed Zachamos right under Leon's nose, so it probably won't be that easy to escape now.

Pace placed his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist. It seemed that he was bound to face a tough battle.

Beside Pace, Perlis raised her head and stared at Leon in silence. Her blood-red eyes were covered with mist, reflecting Leon's face vaguely.

"..."

The slender fingers grasped the butterfly knife lightly, and the blood-red strong factor energy flickered on the blade. Perlis's posture was light and casual, but there was no flaw. She didn't even glance at the surrounding thugs, and she blocked them more than ten meters away, not daring to move forward.

A heavy sword has no edge, and great skill has no workmanship. This is the great principle contained in the aura of [Blade of the Tower of Babel].

Leon was also slightly suppressed by Perlis's aura. He shrank his neck slightly and forced a smile: