Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 560 - 117 Lion Dance_2

Chapter 560: Chapter 117 Lion Dance_2

Besides his own eyes, the mercenary was somewhat skeptical about the rumored things.

The Colosseum in Valencia is designed with a semi-dome, with giant Byzantine columns engraved with heroes from various myths. At a glance, it looks like a huge salted duck egg with a hole hollowed out in the middle, capable of accommodating tens of thousands of spectators. The structure made of solid marble made Helen and the two Scepter Shamans envious. There is also an arena in the Northeast Province of Beamon in Witherspoon, but it is all made of wood, compared with this, it is just a beast pen.

The person in charge of the Colosseum is also a member of the Shalba family. Hearing that the Dragon Knight Gaxia came to duel with the Feilengcui Lord from the Bimon Kingdom here, he was scared pale. He acknowledged with nods, while subtly giving his servants a glance on the side. Although he did not know about the highest secret of the Shalba family, it was common knowledge within the family that the Shalba family had contacts with the Beamon Overlord in private.

Humans and Beamon, in the ancient hobby of the Colosseum, there has been no change over time. On the designated VIP seats, the Holy Knights and the local ruffians of Feilengcui were welcomed together to the opening of the Colosseum.

The winter operation of the Colosseum is essentially gladiator versus gladiator, as some fierce beasts have begun to hibernate by this time. Although things happened in a hurry, the well-trained Colosseum staff still made speedy preparations. One by one, ancient-style chariots were released from the Taiping Gate at the bottom of the Colosseum, going around the arena. The warriors with spears on the chariots were exactly the same as those portrayed in ancient Olympic times in mythology. Cheers and waves of white handkerchiefs filled the air.

The news seemed to spread quickly, as many human civilians had already taken seats on the ancient Greek style grandstand, and the numbers kept growing.

In the center of the Colosseum, there was a stone platform ten feet high. A female announcer in the middle of the Magic Circle, using an annoyingly sweet voice, was bantering with a dwarf. They were mainly praising the vigorous figures and bravery of the gladiators on the chariots. These boring little jokes also provoked a burst of laughter from the stands.

A pair of gladiators followed suit, stepping into the Colosseum with shields and axes, starting their intense duel on the spot. The shields violently collided, resounding fiercely at the bottom of the Colosseum, with its echo effect. Amid the splattering blood, cheers from the stands and the waving of white handkerchiefs filled the air. Some spectators who hadn’t yet sat down, despite the curses of those behind them, shouted out loud.

The victorious gladiators held their axes and shields high, proudly dragging their opponents back to the Taiping Gate. Following this, a lion also crawled out from its hole, and a strongly built gladiator came out of the Taiping Gate bare-handed, putting on a back-and-forth performance with the golden-maned lion.

The Holy Knights seemed very engrossed in watching the show, but the Feilengcui ruffians were almost falling asleep. They were all professionals who had experienced real battles and could see that these were all staged performances. The gladiators did see blood, but none truly injured. As for this human versus lion fight, it was even more absurd. It was simply a performance. The lion was well trained and would not bite people. In fact, they estimated that the lion’s teeth had probably been removed.

Marquis Capello and Count Totti quickly arrived, they quietly pulled aside the person in charge of the inn who was following the Beamon Overlord. After learning the situation, the two heads of the Shalba family felt a headache coming on. They were cursing the Feilengcui Lord for being a troublemaker in their hearts, while they had to keep smiling.

"Mister Capello, this opening act is really a bit off. Let’s change it up a bit. How about we each select a few people from Feilengcui Beamon and your human Holy Knights, and actually fight one or two beasts? What do you say?" Moer gestured to the two heads of the Shalba family.

Marquis Capello dared not make the decision, and after hemming and hawing for a while, could not say a word. He didn’t even know when the Dragon Knight Lady of the Holy Vatican Knights of the Oak Leaf had come to Dorott. In the past, the arrival of these two Dragon Knights in Dorott was a great honor, but now that the Beamon Overlord has come along, the Duke’s prime minister was at a loss. He knew of this Lord Beamon’s arrogance, and if a fight breaks out in the city, the Marquis Capello knew that this Scepter Shaman would not let off Dorott lightly with his horde of Bimon warriors.

He definitely believed that this Beamon Lord could do such a thing.

"We represent the will of God, Holy Knights who exterminate evil. We are not clowns who use performances to please the audience." Dragon Knight Gaxia politely declined Moer’s suggestion.

"Under my command, there are also Bimon Holy Knights. Since the human Holy Knights are conservative, let our Bimon Temple Knights show themselves." Lord Feilengcui chuckled and turning to Gude, said: "Honored Temple Knight Mr. Gude Johnson, do you have the confidence?"

"Bear it out! I’m just too confident! Shall I join the Holy Knights for a round?" General Pan blinked his big eyes twice, his palms cracking loudly.