There was a violent explosion in the Colosseum.
Exploding from dozens of points simultaneously, various colorful lights converged and collided in the area between the stands and the arena.
The colors of those lights were so complex that they mixed together to form a strange gray-white color, as if the paint from the entire sky had been poured into a pool and stirred evenly.
The smoke generated by the explosion rose from every corner of the arena at the same time, rising from the ground to the stands, shrouding the entire Colosseum in a billowing fog.
King Ghidorah looked at several huge screens in front of him in the air.
Light God The cuboids created by magic are suspended above the Colosseum, and the images on the surface are constantly switching - from the east side to the west side of the arena, and from the west side to the south side.
In the picture, some people are running, some are casting spells, some are waving swords, and some are already lying on the ground.
"Oh, the movement is not small." King Ghidorah's head in the middle tilted slightly, looking at the silver-white light that exploded from the center of the arena on the screen, sending all the surrounding contestants flying.
Pegasus's spear left only a silver-white afterimage in the screen, and then the screen switched to another angle.
"The Colosseum is probably not big enough for them to fight. It seems they have to prepare quickly."
King Ghidorah looked away from the screen and landed on the golden ball of light next to it.
"Voraksa and Little Rodan haven't come back yet?" King Ghidorah's telepathy.
Light God is holding a light ball in his hand.
The ball of light was not big and could fit in the palm of your hand, and the lines on its surface were flowing slowly.
It is a magic prop used for long-distance communication, transmitting information in the form of magic waves from the transmitter to the receiver at a speed that is almost impossible to intercept.
"They have completed their mission and are on their way here."
"Well, okay."
Tuoke quickly retreated from the smoke.
His steps are fast, but he does not lose his balance due to uneven ground.
His body leaned forward slightly as he retreated, lowering his center of gravity and protecting his chest with his left hand.
His eyes did not leave the direction of the smoke, because there were still people in the smoke, and those people would not stop because of the smoke.
Two companions exited from the other two directions of the smoke and joined him.
Three people stand back to back in a triangle, each facing one direction.
Tuoke looked at the melee scene in front of him.
It was no longer possible to tell who was in the same group as who in the arena. It was not a duel between camps, but a melee between everyone.
People of Karelia are hitting people of Victoria, people of Victoria are hitting people of Saint Junxi, people of Saint Junxi are hitting people of Vostok.
The people of Vostok are beating the people of Zalan Khanate, the people of Zalan Khanate are beating those independent contestants who do not belong to the country, those independent contestants are beating everyone...
Some people are in groups, some are walking alone, some are attacking sneakily, and some are fighting head-on.
It was more exciting than he thought.
Pegasus's spear drew a silvery white light on the battlefield. Wherever his spear swept, those contestants who had no time to dodge fell down in pieces like harvested wheat.
Not dead, but knocked unconscious.
The tip of his spear will deflect just before hitting the opponent, and he will draw it with the barrel of the spear instead of the tip.
Pegasus was clearing a path on the battlefield, and then his path was blocked.
The leader of Azure Flame Wind-Rending Cavalry rode a war horse and rushed out of the smoke.
It is much taller than an ordinary horse, and its body is covered with blue scales. When its four hooves step on the ground, it splashes green flames.
"Hello - Pegasus." The leader of Azure Flame Wind-Rending Cavalry spoke slowly. His voice was hoarse and low, like a stone that had been worn by wind and sand for a long time.
"I heard about you a long time ago."
I have met many knights, but they are all in vain. I want to see if you are like this."
Pegasus did not answer.
He raised his spear from his side and pointed the tip at the chest of Commander Azure Flame Wind-Rending Cavalry. His horse switched from stillness to sprinting at that moment, so fast that the smoke behind him tore open a long, spreading crack.
Silver-white light and cyan flames met in the sky.
There was no explosion, only a sharp sound, and then two rays of light disappeared from the place at the same time - flying outside the Colosseum.
Tuoke looked at the direction where the two rays of light disappeared and was stunned for a moment.
Wait a minute--have you all fought outside?
He turned to look at the magic light screens above the high wall. In the screen, the commanders Pegasus and Azure Flame Wind-Rending Cavalry were confronting each other in an open space outside the city. Both men had no injuries on their bodies and their armors were still intact.
Tuoke looked at the sky above the arena again. The dragons did not appear, and no one shouted to stop. No one said, "You can't fight outside."
It seems that this is not the only place where the battle can take place.
The current situation is a bit different from what they originally thought.
When Tuoke came here, he thought this was a formal competition with rules, referees and an organizing committee.
He thought there would be preliminaries, semi-finals, and finals, there would be seeded players, there would be draws, and there would be eliminations.
Then he can collect intelligence while playing. Now he doesn't even know if he can walk out of this field alive.
He was afraid of being attacked accidentally, accidentally injured, being affected by the AOE of those legendary strong men, or being stabbed in the back by someone who didn't follow martial ethics.
"What should I do?" My colleague came over and asked in a low voice.
Tuoke hasn't had time to answer.
A high-level spell that swept through an area of several hundred meters came down from above his head, so fast that he only had time to see the "aurora" gathering in the sky.
A dazzling blue ball of light lit up in the center of the circle, and beams of light poured out from the ball of light like a torrential rain, pouring down from the sky and covering the entire arena.
The power of those beams was not great, but there were so many that Tuoke felt like he was standing in a rainstorm condensed by magic, with nowhere to hide.
Tuoke and his colleagues dodged in time, and the beams of light passed by them and hit the ground behind them. The stone slabs were shattered and gravel flew.
Tuoke blocked the flying gravel with his arm. A few unlucky ones nearby were affected, hit by the beam, and passed out.
He's not dead yet, he was just knocked unconscious. It seems that the legends are still holding on.
If Medici wanted to kill people, he could have used those beams to penetrate their bodies, but he didn't, he just knocked them unconscious.
It's just a game, no killing required.
Tower Mage King Medici is suspended in the air.
The gray robe rustled in the wind, and the silver crown shone slightly on his forehead.
His hands were constantly changing gestures in front of him, and at the end of each gesture, a new spell flew out of his palms.
His spells have high density, many types, and are fast.
The spells and arrows that flew from different directions and tried to attack him would automatically deflect when they came within a certain range of his body, slide past his body, and then hit an unlucky contestant behind him.
Tuoke stood up, but before he had time to dust himself off, a man rushed over from the smoke.
He wore dark leather armor and held a short sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointed directly at Tuoke's chest. His speed was not slow, but Tuoke was faster.
Tuoke's body turned slightly sideways at that moment, and the dagger stabbed through his armpit, missing the point.
At the same time, he made a fist with his right hand and hit the man's abdomen. The man groaned, his body bent into a crotch, and then he was knocked away by Tuoke.
Tuoke began to scan around.
The mystics, the mystics wearing black robes and silver masks, were gathering in the corner of the arena, forming a semicircle.
They held black crystals engraved with runes in their hands, and they were chanting something in a low voice.
There is a translucent, lavender shield around them, blocking out those competitors who try to get closer.
The black armors have already started to fight Reinhardt.
Marquisate of Bolundeng's heavily armored knights surrounded Reinhardt in the center and charged at him from five different directions at the same time.
The surface of their armor is covered with a dark golden magic coating, which will glow when charging, wrapping their bodies in a thick light shield.
Reinhardt was not wearing power armor, only a military jacket and holding an ordinary saber in his hand.
He squatted down at the moment when five spears stabbed at him at the same time, raised his saber from bottom to top, split the nearest spear in half from the middle, and then rushed out through the gap.
His speed was so fast that before the heavily armored knights could react, he had already climbed over the high wall.
By the way, do Bolundeng and Victoria have any grudge?
Huh? Tuoke looked away from the mystic and landed on the other side of the arena.
The archipelago man - wearing a bamboo hat, a dark blue kimono, and two swords hanging from his waist - was standing on the edge of the arena, motionless.
His bamboo hat covered most of his face, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Now he is looking here.
Tuoke's body tensed slightly. His intuition told him that this person was not simple.
There is no magic power fluctuation in this person, but he has a strong murderous aura.
Tuoke was ready, his fingers slightly bent in his sleeves, ready to pull out the short knife hidden in the cuffs at any time.
The other party just stopped for a while, then continued to walk back and disappeared in the smoke.
"What should I do?" my colleague asked in a low voice. Tuoke also had a headache.
Whose game is like this?
He has participated in tournaments, knight competitions, and wizard duels.
There are rules in those games - you are not allowed to attack vital points, you are not allowed to use prohibited techniques, and you are not allowed to continue attacking after the referee calls timeout.
Is there a referee here? Is Caesar considered a referee? He doesn't seem to have said anything not allowed.