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"Klein? I thought you wouldn't come back." Gray was very surprised. He had thought that nobles like Klein would stay in the upper nest.
After all, although the new Cato in the bottom nest is stronger than the lower nest, it is still inferior to the upper nest.
"The idiots in the family think I'm crazy. They don't want to go to the bottom nest with me." Klein didn't really want to discuss this topic. "I went to the first area with me to have fun. We fought a war for almost a whole year. , it’s time to relax.”
"District 1? Aren't they all gangs there?" Gray knew what District 1 was. It was a dangerous place for civilians.
The first area is completely filled with members of gangs and guilds. Let alone civilians walking in, even a criminal will have to squeeze out everything useful from him.
"The first area is very dangerous for others, but for the rich, it is a paradise. I guarantee that we will be treated like VIPs." Klein said with a smile.
Gray shook his head and looked at Grote. He thought that instead of playing, he should comfort his friend now.
"Let's come together." Klein also looked at Grote and joked: "Maybe your family has joined a gang. Isn't this a good opportunity for you to find them?"
This was originally a joke, but Grote thought it was really possible, because his brother was a strong and capable man, so joining a gang was not surprising.
So Grote immediately jumped down from the bunker, and after Gray also jumped down, the two followed Klein towards the first area.
……
It seems that the gang intends to curry favor with the people of the First Army, so even if Klein did not come up with the money, the three of them still received courtesy. A woman whose body was highly prosthetic to achieve a perfect figure served as a guide and led the three of them on the journey. Play in the first area.
It was a perfect night.
The three of them went to drink first, then eat ant beef, and were taken to meet many gang bosses, all for free.
In the end, the female guide took the three of them to the arena, and together they entered a high-rise VIP room to watch the fight.
"Each of you has a betting limit of 10,000 throne coins." The female guide walked up to Gray holding two metal plaques. "This is the gift you deserve. If you lose the bet, you can also take 10,000 throne coins with you." Come on, if you win, you can take away more throne coins."
Klein was a little surprised when he heard 10,000 throne coins. This amount of money is enough to feed and drink a group of people for a month plus wages.
"I want to place a bet..." Grote looked at the two metal cards, and then randomly picked a gladiator name that he thought sounded better, "Bet on the hammer."
"Then I'll put the hammer down too."
"Me too."
Neither Gray nor Klein knew the gladiators here, so they both placed bets with Grote.
The female guide immediately turned around and stored their betting information in the machine.
Soon the fight began in earnest.
Under the colorful lights, the first gladiator appears.
"Let us welcome the most promising gladiator to win..." An excited and excited voice sounded on the radio, "Ant ant ant ant ant ant... ant bull!"
Cheers and applause immediately echoed throughout the arena.
Amid warm cheers, a strong man walked out of the cage. His body was highly modified, and he was two meters tall. Armor plates were even directly implanted in his vital parts, and even his arms were modified into two A long knife.
"Kill!" The gladiator named Ant Bull roared to the audience.
The cheers and applause intensified as he roared.
"Let us welcome the gladiators who are about to be cut into countless pieces by the ant bull." The voice sounded again on the radio, "Heavy hammer!"
Another gladiator came out of the door. His appearance was far different from that of Ant Bull.
The left half is made of strong flesh, and the right half is made of metal. Both arms have been transformed into pliers suitable for industrial production. The technology used for the transformation is poor, so the workmanship is rough.
"This guy is a pit slave," Klein said.
"What is a Pit Slave?" Gray asked. "Why have I never heard of it?"
"You may not have heard of it, but pit slaves are very common..." Klein then began to explain what a pit slave is.
To put it simply, some guilds will design a person to bear a huge debt. Of course, that person cannot afford to pay it back.
This is what is called a pit slave.
Their bodies are basically modified for industrial production, which is why the arms of the gladiator named Hammer are pliers.
"Some pit slaves will kill the overseers and escape, and then live as gladiators in the arena until they are killed by their opponents," Klein said.
"So that's it." Gray suddenly realized, "This man is quite miserable."
Grote did not participate in the conversation between the two.
Although he was far away from the arena and couldn't see the appearance of Heavy Hammer, the body shape and half of his body gave him a familiar feeling.
Eerily familiar.
Chapter 50 Where is the Emperor?
The fight soon begins.
The heavy hammer and the ant bull gradually approached each other until they were ten meters away from each other and stopped.
"start!"
After the order came over the radio, the two gladiators immediately began to fight.
The battle is not gradual, but very fierce from the beginning.
Although Ant Bull's body is huge, he is extremely agile and dexterous. He rushed to the heavy hammer with a sliding shovel and chopped off his left hand with a knife.
But this was a flaw deliberately sold by Heavy Hammer. Taking advantage of the moment when Ant Bull had just finished its attack and was unable to quickly evade it, he grabbed his right leg and quickly turned the pliers on his arm to unscrew Ant Bull's right leg.
The two quickly distanced themselves amidst the cheers of the audience.
The antbull bounces to keep its balance while the hammer picks up the severed arm from the ground and places it in a storage box sewn to its back.
When the cheers of the audience gradually subsided, the two began the next round of duel.
"Die!" the ant bull roared and charged, jumping hard and rushing towards the heavy hammer. The two knives on its arms were ready to pierce flesh and metal.
Hammer was also charging, but his speed was actually slower than the ant bull jumping on one leg, but he was more powerful. As he ran, he roared: "Bless me from the brave champion!"
The speed of the hammer became faster and faster amid the roar. He even knocked down the ant bull before he could react, and the pliers on his arms hit the ant bull's head hard.
The head of the ant bull was deformed after the first hit.
After the second blow, the ant bull's face was deeply dented.
The third blow hit the queen ant cow's head and exploded.
Hammer stood up from the pool of blood, raised the body of the ant bull and shouted to the audience: "For the brave champion!"
The audience cheered and applauded even more fiercely, applauding the winner of this gladiatorial battle.
Hammer did not leave the field. He dragged the ant bull's body down the ring, and then walked in front of a circle of iron railings outside the auditorium, showing off the results he had achieved and the miserable corpse of his enemy.
"This man is so hard-working that he is willing to trade his arm for the death of his enemy." Klein stood up and applauded.
Gray looked at Grote on the side, thinking that Grote would like this kind of fierce fighting, but found that his expression was shocked and his whole body was shaking.
"Antara!" Grote shouted to the hammer, "It's me!"
Upon hearing the name Antara, Heavy Hammer immediately turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw an officer and two people wearing power armor.
Then Grote took off his helmet and rushed to the edge of the stands to wave to the hammer.
Heavy Hammer threw away the body of the ant bull, jumped up and waved vigorously to Groat. The two shouted to communicate, but their voices were soon covered by more violent cheers and applause.
Grote pointed in the direction where the heavy hammer came out when the fight started, and used a gesture that only the two of them could understand to indicate that he would pass.
But Zhongmai just shook his head with a solemn expression, turned around and left.
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Arena backstage.
In order to reward the winning Hammer, the Arena implanted a new prosthetic body into Hammer's broken arm. This prosthetic body did not have the function of a normal arm, it was just a knife that could release electricity.
While implanting the prosthetic body, Heavy Hammer saw Grote coming with the female guide.
Grote came here on his own, and he had sent Gray and Klein back first to prevent them from getting involved in trouble.
After seeing Groat, Heavy Hammer immediately stood up, dragged the half-implanted prosthetic body over, and knelt down in front of the female guide: "Mentor."
The female guide nodded with satisfaction and then introduced Grote: "This is the guard of the commander of the First Army. He said he wants to meet you, a brave gladiator."
"Yes." The heavy hammer knelt down to Grote deeply, "My lord, I salute you."
"Antara...you...I..." Grote faltered tremblingly, and couldn't squeeze out a complete sentence for a long time. Finally, he turned his head and looked at the female guide: "I need to be alone with him."
"Of course." The female guide nodded and left with the others in the background.
After everyone else had left, Zhongham dared to stand up and hug Grote: "Brother...my brother..."
"You...what have you been through?" Groot felt his brother's half-cold metal body and didn't even dare to guess what he had been through.
Heavy hammer didn't answer immediately.
The two muscular men hugged each other and cried bitterly. Tears and snot mixed with each other flowed onto each other's power armor or metal shoulders.
After Zhongmai had cried enough, he took Grote to sit down and told him about his experience during this period.
The day after Grote entered the bottom nest, an officer suddenly came to the house and said that he had become a traitor on the front line and had defected to the rebels.
As the traitor's family members, Chonghammer and her sister must pay a ransom of five hundred throne coins, and a soldier's monthly salary is less than twenty throne coins, so it is understandable that they cannot afford it.
Then the five hundred throne coins became the debts of Heavy Hammer and his sister. Both were sold to the guild, the sister disappeared, and Heavy Hammer accepted the transformation and became a pit slave.
"A week ago, I killed the overseer and ran away, and then I was forced to join the arena. After two days of training, I started to fight." Zhongmai lowered his head and looked at the ground, with uncontrollable anger in his tone, "I gave myself a name. I was named Heavy Hammer, a good middle-aged gladiator who guided me to believe in the brave champion."
After saying that, Zhongmai took out a statue from his arms.
The statue depicts a gladiator carrying a prisoner of war in his right hand and a string of skulls in his left hand.
"No... you cannot turn your back on the Emperor... I fought with the Emperor's emissaries in the Underhive, and you actually believe..."
"Where is the Emperor?"
Grote's words were interrupted by a heavy hammer. The serious brother stared at his younger brother, paused for a few seconds and then asked: "Where was the Emperor when they said you were a traitor? When they sold our sister , where is the Emperor? Where was the Emperor when I was transformed into a slave of the Pit?"
Grote was left speechless by the question.
"The Brave Champion gave me power. I can't leave. I can only stay in the arena and sacrifice my blood to this great god." Zhongmai said and put the statue of the Brave Champion into his arms.
"But...but the Emperor's messenger saved me...if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to leave the Underhive..." Grote suddenly thought of a reason to defend the Emperor.
Hearing this reason, he glanced at his younger brother and said calmly: "Perhaps the person who saved you is also a god, or another messenger of god who is willing to give grace to the world. No matter what he is, he is better than It would be much better for Terra to fuck the slave master who doesn't even want to fart."