Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

South of Far Harbor City, "Blade of Blood" arena.

This well-known local arena was surnamed Kang a few days ago, because the boss here, as a loyal subordinate of the great noble Bill House, not only participated in the operation of raising the price of food, but also led the elite henchmen to manufacture in the city. turmoil, creating an opportunity for his master to escape successfully.

Therefore, he liked to mention the sentence of slashing the whole family, and he was sentenced to Ling Chi. The body that had been slashed for three days was cut into bones and hung on the flagpole of the arena.

The arena is owned by Sigoethe, and remodeling is in the works - because His Royal Highness Kant doesn't like gladiatorial entertainment as a form of entertainment.

"Blood and life should not be the props of the show."

He said so.

This explanation is widely circulated and has caused confusion and confusion among many people.

In their opinion, the Dragon of Aurora is a very complicated person, like an ancient god, with both good and evil sides. He is overly tolerant to the pariah, but is especially strict to the nobles. This is what His Highness Kant said in the public opinion. The key to attracting criticism, but in today's Far Harbor, no one dares to question all his decisions.

And today, the closed arena ushered in the bloodiest and most brutal performance ever.

A large number of rich people of the Broken Isles with decent status and noble status were swept into pieces in a short period of time in the center of the stage. The scene was extremely cruel, even more than all the killings that took place in the arena over the decades. And bloody, bone-riddled, blood-filled, and the air still smells disgusting, the smell of sulphur, and the horrific smell of meat.

The sound of vomiting came one after another.

This show has an audience.

Before they came, they were coolie porters, sailors without a job at sea, bankrupt petty citizens, idlers who came to try their luck, farmers who lost their land... They come from all walks of life, origin, occupation and age are not the same.

But after coming here, they all have the same identity.

Candidates to enroll in the military.

Almost all of them are at the bottom of the society. They have been living humble and hard lives. They don’t even think that their lives are problematic. They are accustomed to obeying and accepting their fate. Beating is normal, and it is normal to abuse and beat people of the same or even lower status. People are divided into superiors and inferiors. The reason why noble people are noble is because their blood and soul are inherently superior to others, and they are destined to be. High above.

They always thought so.

But today, they saw the most embarrassed and cowardly side of the nobles and the rich.

Crying and screaming, feces and urine flowed together, and fell to the ground softly, screaming like livestock. When these naturally noble people were in fear, they were no different from the beggars in the stinky ditch.

Seeing that the arrogant and noble men in the past were as humble as pigs and dogs, an inexplicable pleasure and tyranny stirred in the hearts of the little people, and they even had an urge to use shoe soles, sputum and insults Thoroughly trample these "big men" in the dust.

They laughed, shouted, and insulted, as if they had become noble, but these former bigwigs had become inferior to pigs and dogs, and their positions had reversed.

Immediately after, they saw absolute... equality.

With a loud bang, the electric light was lasing, the noble body was broken and shattered, and the flesh and blood flew. The audience didn't even know what happened, and they saw the living human life turned into a piece of flesh on the ground.

Life is so fragile, people can die so piecemeal, the noble ones are like this, and so are the humble little ones, because the blood of all people is hot.

All are living people.

From the first person who vomited, soon, everyone started to vomit, they were terrified, their faces were pale, their bodies were trembling, they dared not look down, and some people were even scared to cry - there is no shortage of these people. Sailors who have been in the market have seen pirates who were hanged, saw crew members killed by whole ships, rotting, swollen by sea water, burned alive, dead for a long time, corpses.

But they never thought that people could die so neatly.

When the vomit and the rotten and sour smell intensified indefinitely, the sliding door of the auditorium was opened, and majestic black figures appeared one after another.

The persecutors held a large number of shovels and threw them to the ground.

The awesome sonorous sound of Horus rang out.

"Citizens of the Far Harbor, the conscripts who signed up for the army, now is the second link of the selection, pick up the shovel, enter the center of the arena, collect the flesh and blood of the criminals, and load it for recycling."

"Your behavior, your work, and your efficiency will be recorded throughout the entire process. Those who perform well will be selected and will enter the next selection process. Those who cheat and cheat will be removed, and those who are cowardly and cowardly will be removed. Those who want to quit can do so now, as a final good-natured admonition."

"—Think about what you want."

Resisting the discomfort in their stomachs, the applicants reluctantly raised their heads.

A look of daze and shake appeared on his pale face.

When they heard the notice of His Highness Kant's enlistment, they came here without hesitation, not for loyalty and repayment, but for the rich rewards.

His Highness Kant gave them the impression of being rich, generous and even a little stupid. After he came to the Far Harbor, he first invited the whole city to have a meal of unforgettable peerless delicacies, and distributed a Luke silver coin to each of them. A few days earlier, food was distributed free of charge for another five days to all.

Such a faithful and generous lord is undoubtedly worthy of allegiance and obedience. When doing things under his command, there must be generous and timely rewards, such as amazing food, such as more and more money, such as Speaking of good and cheap food...that's the whole reason they're here.

But now, they are witnessing a brutal and **** horror.

This shocking picture made them suddenly wake up and realize a terrible thing - serving under the command of Lord Kant may not just be walking around the city with a sword and shield, and then receiving rich rewards like an outing. Salary and remuneration.

This job may be far more dangerous than they thought.

Many people have already retreated in their hearts.

"Pick up the shovel! Get to work! This is the first test!"

Horus's harsh shouts came from all directions, and the sonorous mechanical sound sounded extremely awe-inspiring, like the cold words of the blade, which made the little people tremble.

But for them, the blood pool under the arena is like hell. Just looking at the scene makes them nauseous and nauseous, not to mention stepping into it and collecting flesh and blood.

The roar of steel swept in.

"You shameless bastards, cunning pariahs, I have seen through your sad hearts, you signed up to join the army, just want to take advantage of nothing, if you still have such thoughts, then get out of the way, this is not the place for you to stay !"

"Do you think the honor and rewards of joining the army are so easy to obtain?"

"Free education for children, remuneration that benefits the whole family when one person joins the army, the right to purchase unlimited quantities of special goods at internal prices, free and sufficient meals, a salary higher than that of a chamber of commerce secretary, and a bright future without bowing to the nobles. Future life - ask yourself, are you scumbags who are dizzy at the sight of blood worthy of the generous reward given by His Royal Highness Kant?"

"start the timer!"

"I'll give you weak **** three minutes to dry the **** out of your mouth and pick up that **** shovel! Listen to you scumbags, if you can't even pick up this shovel, then get out now, get out Here, go back to your house, you're only fit to lift up nobles, whores, gangsters, and even a few other **** with your weak hands, so they can slam in and out of your mother, wife, and daughter!"

Horus was on fire.

He humiliated these pariahs who were both numb and fanatical, humble and bloodthirsty, with the graceful speech of his father.

The so-called wisdom of the people has not yet been opened, and the four characters of mere mere anger are indisputable and hopeless. A soul can be as noble as a god, or twisted like a maggot. It is easier said than done to change a person.

To change people who are numb, they must first become non-numb.

As long as it's not numb, it can be anything.

Because only if you are not numb, can you have the opportunity to continue to change.

Numbness is the saddest trait.

"Two minutes left!"

If it wasn't for Kant to maintain his majestic personality, he would end up in person, Horus roared angrily, and the sound was sensational: "Yes! Cunts! Get out! Very good! Someone has already picked up a shovel! I know you! Sailor Battis from the Autumn Wave!"

"Remember! You picked up a shovel today and went to shovel the corpses of these garbage who manipulate food prices and try to starve civilians to death. Tomorrow you can pick up a machine gun and let the so-called nobles like these scum knelt on their knees. Desperately confessing and weeping in front of you, you will do the same to them today!"

"At that time, you will become a sharp blade that implements and implements His Highness Kant's will, and becomes a soldier or general respected by the whole world! At this moment, those **** **** around you will look at the high-spirited you with envy and twist in the future. , At that time, these wastes are still only worthy of prostitution for their wives and daughters! Or they will only kneel in front of the nobles and poke their ass!"

More and more people turned pale and picked up the shovel on the ground.

"Hold."

The thick sputum was spit on the ground, and the strong man with twisted scars on his face threw the shovels in his arms to the people behind him: "It's the same death, is there any difference?"

His name was Massimos, and he was the former star gladiator of the arena.

These fighters, whose lives and lives were bought and whose only function was to please the audience and make money for the boss, also changed their families after the arena changed hands and became Kant’s private property—yes, although Goethe has been abandoned Slavery, but these gladiators are actually no different from slaves because of the restrictions of the contract. For them, death is the beginning of freedom.

After hearing the report about them, Kant did not wave his hand and set the gladiators free with the spirit of equality and freedom of modern people and a strong sense of justice.

After all, these guys have gradually lost their numbness in their three views during the long-term fight. They have a very indifferent view of life and death, and even lack a part of their emotions. Due to the professional nature of gladiators, they have no habit of saving. Apart from killing, there is no For the rest of their specialties, returning these gladiators, who have nothing but murder, to their free bodies and let them return to society will only bring many unstable factors to the Far Harbor.

At that time, these killing machines that have regained their freedom will cause trouble for various reasons within a few days, and finally commit a serious crime and be caught by the Tribunal to shoot targets.

Then, what is the meaning of liberation and freedom other than self-satisfaction?

Therefore, under the instructions of Kant, these gladiators who are destined to lose their jobs have two ways out. First, to learn farming and work for His Royal Highness Kant for ten years. After ten years, they can be free and get A sum of money, or twenty acres of land, to live freely.

Second, join the army, under strict discipline and command, continue to exert one's combat skills with obedience and loyalty, serve as a glorious soldier with freedom, enjoy all the privileges and benefits of a normal soldier, and even after retirement Secure placement.

Almost all gladiators chose the latter without hesitation.

As a former star gladiator and the spiritual leader of these gladiators, Massimos had great prestige. Although he was equally shocked by the **** execution scenes and the efficiency of the killing tools, as a gladiator who was accustomed to blood and death , and he recovered as quickly as possible.

"The target of this execution is probably not the profiteers of the Broken Isles, but us."

Holding a shovel, he brought his own men to the field, shoveling a mass of charred meat, and tossed it into the sidecar bucket.

Although the scene of the **** fight was cruel, in Massimos' view, it was very kind.

It should be noted that the monarchs of various countries and even the lords of various places treat the prisoners with ingenious and endless cruel punishments, especially for the execution of the most heinous criminals. On Your Highness' side, the flames flashed, the flesh and blood shattered, and the death of the prisoners was only in an instant. What pain could there be?

Beheading with a knife, stabbing the heart with a spear, and smashing it into pieces with an alchemical weapon are also death sentences that can be ended in an instant. What is the difference between the three for the prisoner?

"But for us viewers, it's different..."

He shoveled another piece of torso and half of his face into the car, and his body trembled a little, suppressing the urge to vomit: "The days to come will probably be very exciting."

"Leader, what does this mean?" A young gladiator held his breath and shoveled the bones. "Wonderful?"

"Yes, His Royal Highness Kant is not a bloodthirsty tyrant. Why do we have to let us prospective recruits watch this execution?" Massimos replied, "The reason is obvious. In the future, we will use that kind of alchemy weapon to kill the enemy. As it is now, His Highness wants us to get used to it now—"

"is that so?"

The young gladiator was pleasantly surprised: "We have the opportunity to control that alchemy weapon? It is much more useful than a staff! In this case, no enemy will be our opponent!"

Massimos sneered.

"Naive." He whispered, "An enemy who needs to fight with that kind of weapon..."

The other party didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"No, it's nothing." The star gladiator shook his head. "Work hard, lad, it's not far."

"What's not far?"

"The Footsteps of War."

Massimos stared at the flesh and blood in front of him. These are the corpses of the nobles and merchants of the Broken Isles. They declared their crimes and executed them in the most brutal way. This has already represented a certain will of His Royal Highness Kant. As a former soldier , the gladiator heard a familiar voice.

"Listen..."

He whispered: "This is the wind of war..."

A shrill mourning sounded in the distance, and he raised his head. The man in purple, who had never been beaten to death, was restrained by two alchemy puppet arms and dragged into a small room.

Inside the house, Kant looked at Jobe, who was struggling violently, and smiled lightly.

"Don't be afraid," he said. "I have to give you a ticket."

"Father, the preliminary screening has been completed. I have made a list of candidates who have performed well. The next selection and training plan is being formulated."

Kant stretched out his hand, a purple crystal shone between his fingers, a robotic arm picked it up, and then stretched out to Job, who was still struggling and wailing.

"Okay." Aurora Dragon said lightly, "It's time to deliver the express."

Horus replied: "The teleportation beacon is in place."

Under the collective labor of the disgusting prospective recruits, the flesh and blood of the criminals, together with the sticky dirt, crashed into small carts, and then was transported to the inside of the arena, where there was a huge container, Masses of flesh and corpse were dumped into it, and finally, there was a wailing sound.

The door slammed shut.

Kant came to the container and stretched out his hand.

The black light shines, and the gate of phase opens.

In the pier area of ​​the Far Harbor Golden Bay, the messengers from the Broken Isles looked at the frenzied city uneasy. They heard the confessions from Luster and others on the radio, and also heard the furious roars and clamors of the citizens of Far Harbor. The wind of war was in the city. The sky was blowing, and Mr. Job, who went to Chaosheng Manor, has not returned for a long time. The three ships were closely monitored by the persecutors, and they were already under de facto house arrest.

Inquiries are fruitless, inquiries are fruitless, and anxiety is quietly growing.

"Look!"

Suddenly someone screamed, and all the restless crew members looked in that direction.

But under the blazing sky, between the surging tides, the void cracked open the dark portal, and at the same time, the silver Valkyrie battleship whistled, making loud noises, slashing the waves, rushing forward, and rushing into the gate of phase , disappeared into the blue waves!

"Where did she go!?"

Broken Isles, the sky is clear and blue today!

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PS1: Update... I'm so sleepy today, I'm sleepy while typing and feeding mosquitoes... Good night, good night.