Chapter 936 - Final Judgment, Lava’s Fury!
Chapter 936: Final Judgment, Lava’s Fury!
“Brute Hammer! Brute Hammer! Brute Hammer!”
“Ice Storm! Ice Storm! Ice Storm!”
Before the cheers of tens of thousands of spectators, the two ace gladiators increased their power to the maximum.
A bloody battle that would not end until one of them died was about to begin.
At that moment, dozens of glorious battle hymns sounded from below the arena behind Brute Hammer. A banner with seven-colored feathers was raised to represent victory.
The adjudicator had ended the battle.
He announced that Brute Hammer had won the final victory.
The audience fell into a short silence.
Then, there was booing that was ten times louder than the previous cheering.
The warriors of Turan longed for a glorious death. They were like travelers who had explored the desert for ten days and ten nights. They longed for sweet water that had been added with honey.
In the past ten years of prosperity, due to the lack of large-scale wars, even the warriors of Turan, who were extremely powerful, found it difficult to create unprecedented glory on the battlefield, and they welcomed a heroic sacrifice.
In the present, the gladiator arena was the best place to go, and the blood-stained arena was the best way to die. Most of the gladiators would fight until one side fell to the ground with serious injuries and crippled limbs. They either could no longer get up, or died on the spot.
There was no need for anyone to decide the outcome.
Death itself was the best judge.
But things were now different from the past.
The largest and most glorious war in the history of the Turan civilization was about to commence.
Even if they died, all of the Turan warriors, including the ace gladiators, wanted to die on the real battlefield in the most heroic and tragic manner after killing hundreds and thousands of enemies.
Only by dying in such a way could their bones and souls be turned into glorious epic tales.
Seeing that the glorious era had just begun, it was not worth it to die in the arena at this time.
The masters of the arenas were often the most powerful military nobles in the various clans.
A large reason for building the arenas and raising gladiators was to replenish fresh blood for their families, as well as armies, and raise the entire clan’s strength.
The five clans were about to start a cruel civil war. They would decide which of the five clan chiefs was qualified to be crowned as the War Chief and become the supreme leader of all the Turan people in the glorious era.
No clan was willing to lose soldiers and generals at such a delicate point in a battle to select a general.
However, with the Turan people’s courage and pride, it was absolutely impossible for the gladiators to admit defeat.
Not to mention, one had to consider whether the ace gladiators could pass the test in their hearts.
The key was that there were still tens of thousands of spectators who were watching and even betting heavily on them.
In the words of Dragon City’s civilization, it would simply be “social death” if they raised their hands and surrendered in front of everyone.
Therefore, the role of “adjudicator” was arranged. Once the winner was determined, the adjudicator would forcefully end the fight and announce the winner.
This was also a way to give the loser a way out.
It was to prevent the two ace gladiators from getting really angry and ending up with mutual destruction.
The audience was very clear about that.
However, the fight between two ace gladiators was really too exciting. With their huge appetites, the audience could not calm down no matter how hard they tried, and they threw things into the arena one after another.
What they threw were not harmless objects such as melons, fruits, or stones.
Instead, they threw stones with extremely sharp edges, daggers sharpened with broken bones of wild animals, and beast-catching ropes with pebbles on both ends.
They hid these things under thick folds and hair and brought them into the arena to fight the supporters of the opposing gladiators, or to vent their dissatisfaction after losing all their money.
It was great to complain when the adjudicator forcefully stopped the fight.
For a moment, bullets rained down like rain. All kinds of rocks, bone blades, and beast-catching ropes fell into the arena with crackling sounds.
They even narrowly brushed past the two ace gladiators.
For the two ace gladiators who had activated their totem battle armor, even if they were hit by rocks at high speed, they would not lose a single hair.
While the damage was extremely small, the humiliation was extremely great.
The two trump cards were unable to contain their anger. Their battle flames continued to surge wildly, and they simultaneously displayed the posture of “I will never obey the judge, I must fight until the end.”
Ice Storm raised her hand and shot a cluster of ice shards in all directions toward Brute Hammer’s feet. The shattered ice shards splattered all over Brute Hammer’s body.
She then stretched out her claws and gestured a cut on her throat as she said, “Even if the judge has announced your victory, I will still cut your throat and let the endless darkness show you who the true victor is!”
Brute Hammer stomped his foot hard, and his mace stirred up a strong wind that swept toward the victory banner behind him.
The banner was swept so hard that it fluttered and swayed from side to side. The burly rat man holding the banner was almost brought to the ground.
Brute Hammer said, “Bah, I don’t need this thing to declare my victory. The glory of victory and your life, I will take them with my mace and meteor hammer!”
The two aces even bared their teeth at the judges’ VIP seats and let out angry roars of extreme dissatisfaction. It looked like both of them refused to accept the results.
In fact, that was also a normal occurrence in the arena.
After all, if the judges just announced the victory both sides and they immediately heave a sigh of relief and jump out of the arena at the same time…
It would appear very fake, as though they were not aggressive at all. They would even appear to be afraid of death.
The loser would certainly be judged as having “no spirit”, and the winner would also be suspected of relying on luck to steal a victory.
Therefore, after the referee announced the victory, both sides had to follow procedures and bare their fangs at each other as well as the referee.
The loser said, “We’ll see.” The winner said, “I’ll wait for you.” Together, they cursed the referee for meddling in other people’s business, and interrupting a magnificent, exciting battle. It was an epic battle that would be remembered by all the people of Turan for thousands of years.
In the end, they were unwillingly dragged out of the arena by the rat laborers.
Putting on a show and committing to the whole thing was called professionalism.
Right, for the rat laborers, pulling gladiators out of the stage in such a situation, especially the losers, was the most dangerous job in the arena.
It was because the angry gladiators, especially the losers, would often struggle desperately and pretend that they wanted to return to the arena to fight for another 300 rounds.
Although it was just an act…
It was normal for them to send seven or eight rat people flying like a flood.
Today’s scene was a little too much.
Perhaps the shame of having all the rat soldiers on their side slaughtered was too strong…
Perhaps it was because the two trump cards had a long-standing grudge that could not be resolved…
Their flames of war burned brighter and brighter, showing no signs of calming down.
Swoosh!
The road of death paved by Ice Storm with her icicles had already extended all the way to the Brute Hammer’s feet. The thickest and longest icicle pierced through his abdomen.
Brute Hammer flew into a rage. He smashed the icicle with his mace. With a swing of his long trunk, his bone tumor that looked like a meteor hammer once again erupted with a wailing howl. A murderous intent lingered in the air as it tore through the air and smashed heavily toward Ice Storm’s towering chest.
However, before the two aces could collide…
They were blocked by a fireball that fell from the sky.
The fireball was like a meteor but also like a giant egg condensed from lava. It crashed in between the two aces, right at the center of the arena.
The entire arena and two aces shook violently.
The lava was like a hungry beast that swallowed the two aces’ thunderous attacks.
As the lava flowed, spurted, condensed, and shaped, the “giant egg” cracked and turned into a tall and sturdy human figure.
It looked like a bull that was standing on its hind legs.
It was wearing a heavy armor that had just been forged and had a high temperature of several thousand degrees.
On the surface of the armor, there were still waves of lava continuously gushing and flowing.
Drip, drip, drip. The lava flowed to the ground and turned an area with the circumference of ten arms into a scorching lava lake.
It looked like a statue of a balrog that was floating in the deepest part of a lava lake.
Other than the scarlet lava, the most eye-catching feature of the armor was the two pieces of shoulder pieces that were incomparably fierce.
Apart from the liquid metal helmet that completely fit the figure’s facial features and head, it created the appearance of an awe-inspiring ox head.
The two pieces of shoulder armor also looked like two ox heads with glaring eyes and horns that soared into the sky like a saber being unsheathed.
Looking from afar, this was a Minotaur demon king that was born from lava and had three heads!
“Yes, it’s Casanova!”
“Casanova Bloodhoof! He is actually the judge of this battle!”
“Is that the Blood Hoof Clan’s totem armor, Lava’s Fury?”
In every corner of the ring-shaped arena, the audience burst into exclamations.
Even though he had activated the totem armor known as Lava’s Fury, the judge named Casanova was still thinner than Brute Hammer who had activated Locomotive.
However, he only used his right hand to grab the long trunk that Brute Hammer was proud of.
Then he raised his left hand and charged toward Ice Storm.
Where his left hand pointed at, Ice Storm condensed frost and paved a road of death. Bit by bit, it was swallowed by the rolling lava.
The meaning was obvious.
Enough.
That was the final verdict.
No one could object his verdict.
At least, no one alive.