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Compared with those pocket-sized Colosseums, which can accommodate up to five-digit spectators, the large Colosseum that allows four-digit gladiators to fight on the field has more fighting skills.

For example, the beast-fighting competition that fits the name, team battles ranging from hundreds to thousands of people, chariot battles that circle around the venue, and single-player battles that mostly take place at night.

There are even various medieval versions of track and field events, including but not limited to running, long jump, high jump, archery, stone throwing, darts and other events.

However, among these fighting skills or competitions, the most attractive one is the survival battle of 100 people, which is like a battle royale.

This project originally began as a method for efficiently executing prisoners by a republican consul who was famous for his brutality in history.

Let more than a hundred death row prisoners fight with weapons in the Colosseum.

Those who survive to the end will face the fate of thumbs up or thumbs down depending on whether their performance in the fight wins the favor of the cruel archon.

After the founding of the Empire, this brutal but popular project among the residents of the Imperial City was banned.

But I don’t know which genius emperor packaged this project and turned it into a less bloody but more popular 100-man survival battle.

There are many reasons why it is more popular, such as high bonuses, quick fame for the winner, various routines and short and fast betting modes.

But for Milin, the most interesting thing about this project is watching Lapland and Attila fight each other.

"That's right." Milin, who was standing by the marble railing of the VIP seat and complained in his mind that this place was not as good as the general audience seats where they could at least sit down, said to Ella:

"Cook some chickens for Attila tonight."

"Chicken?" Ella, who was putting various prepared snacks on the table nearby, raised her head and asked curiously.

"If you win the battle royale, of course you have to eat chicken. This is a tradition." Milin said the tradition that completely baffled Ella.

"I won't ask what kind of tradition this is. Admiral, are you really not in GHS?"

Ella stared at Milin seriously and complained.

"Am I that hungry in your eyes?" Amidst the noise in the auditorium as a hundred-man survival battle was about to begin, Milin turned his head and glanced at Ella speechlessly and said.

"Yes, that's what you look like in my eyes, Admiral."

Ella complained without giving Milin any face, and at the same time handed a glass of wine with honey just added to Milin's hand.

"Okay, I won't deny it, but I did not have GHS just now."

Mirin took the wine from Ella's hand and took a sip and said.

"Do you really want to eat chicken?"

Ella, who was a little surprised, also picked up a glass of wine and took a sip.

"Of course, eating chicken tonight is also a memory of mine."

Milin looked at the competition venue of the Colosseum with some emotion.

The competition venue, which can accommodate up to thousands of people for melee, has been cleared, and the blood spilled during the previous beast fights has also been sprinkled with a layer of covering sand.

With a loudspeaker in hand, the energetic host announced that today's much-anticipated survival battle has officially begun.

Contestants enter the venue through eight small gates in a circle around the Colosseum.

Entering in batches from different venues is to allow these gladiators who are about to stage a battle royale script to quickly choose their initial positions.

Maybe he wasn't the first one to jump out of the door, but he was definitely the one who jumped the most. Lapland ran directly to the center of the Colosseum.

Amidst the cheers of the audience, Lapland, who was carrying a door panel, raised his head and let out a "whoop".

Then a large number of "boos" appeared among the overwhelming cheers.

He is worthy of being a veteran who almost got banned for eating spinach. From the boos, it can be seen that Lapland is also a well-known person in some respects.

Milin suspected that if Lapland hadn't named him when he signed up, he might have been suspended.

As for why Milin's name is so easy to use, he can be regarded by Her Majesty the Queen as a new local military noble who can reopen the Senate. The name is so easy to use.

In order to strengthen this character, Milin changed his past low-key style and showed the arrogance of a successful person.

Lapland didn't feel any psychological pressure at all as she became the center of attention due to the boos. Instead, she banged the door panel she was carrying on the ground, forming a tower shield that could block her entire body.

Reload Lapland, come on!

Lapland's behavior immediately aroused even greater boos from the audience, and some audience members even threw their objects towards the Colosseum.

After all, what everyone likes to see is a big melee, not a tough bastard getting beaten up there.

Unfortunately, because Lapland stood in the middle of the field, none of the spectators' throwing weapons could hit her.

On the contrary, other contestants who followed behind suffered disaster for no reason.

For example, under the escort of the female fighter, Attila was almost the last one to enter.

"Sir, be careful!"

The guarding female fighter wanted to use her spear to pick off the flying vegetable leaf. However, just when the vegetable leaf was about to fall on the tip of the spear, it dodged the tip of the spear and fell to the side as if it had its own navigation system.

The female fighter who saw this scene was not too surprised. She just lowered her head and glanced at Attila, who was only as tall as her chest.

Attila walked in and raised his head to look at the VIP seats of the Colosseum. After his eyes met Milin's, he immediately lowered his head.

"This kid, what's there to be afraid of? I'm standing here right now."

Milin said speechlessly, knowing that Attila avoided his eyes in order to prevent the temple guards from noticing.

"Attila looks a lot thinner..."

Ella, who also saw Attila, said with concern.

"Can you tell?" Milin glanced at Ella with some doubts. At least from this distance, Milin couldn't see any changes in Attila's body shape, especially since Attila was still wearing a short robe common among prairie people.

"I can't tell, but didn't you say, Admiral, that I haven't eaten well for a month?" Ella said.

"Okay, what kind of chicken are you going to make for Attila tonight?" Milin said with a smile.

"Let's have a whole chicken feast. I hope the Xianlang Chamber of Commerce can get the necessary raw materials." Ella seemed to have already thought about what to cook to supplement Attila's nutrition.

"It should be no problem." Milin did not object to Ella's decision. The status of the chef in the kitchen is higher than that of the emperor... This description is a bit strange for Ella.

"Who is that person following Attila? Why does it look familiar?" Ella asked Milin about the female gladiator who was following Attila.

"That Linguang thing that day... was quite interesting." Milin said.

"What does it mean to be interesting?" Ella asked curiously.

"Because Lapland and Attila together may not be able to defeat her." Milin said.

"Is this why, Admiral, you only placed half of your bet?" Ella realized why Milin hesitated to place the bet just now.

"Didn't I still place half of my bet?" Milin said with a smile.

"...Then if this person has this strength, why does he still follow Attila?" Ella asked strangely.

"This is also what I want to know..." The precognition from the force made Milin realize that this female fighter who hides her own strength is likely to intersect with him in the future, and the reason for the intersection will make Milin It feels weird.

Unfortunately, precognition is still precognition, and even Force precognition cannot accurately tell Milin what will happen in the future.

Milin didn't feel this way when he saw this female fighter for the first time.

In other words, this feeling came out of nowhere because the female fighter and Attila met.

Is it related to Attila? Or is it related to the temple guards? Or is it related to myself?

While Milin was thinking about these things, the wooden gates at both ends of the Colosseum were opened, and a dozen horses that were equipped with saddles but had not been tamed rushed out of the gates.

As these war horses, which were no different from wild horses, rushed into the field, it also announced that today's survival battle of 100 people had officially begun.