Human beings have always been bloodthirsty creatures, and even in peaceful times, they are eager to see the blood of the same kind.

The ancient entertainment industry is naturally a world of difference compared to modern times. People cannot watch TV at home comfortably, nor can they play games and experience excitement. KTV, amusement parks and other entertainment venues do not exist at all. Except for a few artists who have found their favorites, most people actually have a boring life.

Fortunately, in this era, concepts like “human rights” did not exist at all. This also led people to find new ways to entertain:

In order to pursue excitement, bloody entertainment competitions such as "glimps" have become people's first choice for leisure and entertainment.

Under the sight of tens of thousands of people, the gladiators used various killing tools to launch a desperate battle until they used their steel claws to pull out the opponent's heart or were nailed through the head by the opponent's spear.

Although it sounds very cruel, in this era, there are a huge number of spectators, and there are all kinds of spectators coming to watch the game:

The gray-haired old man, the innocent boy, the gentle and kind housewife, and even the little princess who usually live in the palace... all kinds of audiences have witnessed one life-and-death battle after another in the audience seats of the Colosseum.

To this day, gladiator has become the most "favorite" entertainment event for the people. Whether it is ordinary people or nobles, they will watch several games when they are idle. What's more, they will even buy tickets for a week, and spend all their time in the audience in the arena except for eating, sleeping and going to the toilet.

In order to meet the needs of the audience, in this bloody city named after the "Colosseum", each arena is constantly increasing in number. The gladiators that were originally only held during the day also added nightclubs and midnight games, and even small-scale competitions in the second half of the night.

The seven large arenas in the city have invested a lot in order to win over guests, and all kinds of publicity methods have been used. The "Caesar Colosseum" where Lin Chi is located is also one of the seven large arenas.

"The night game is about to begin, don't miss it! Welcome to Caesar Arena, buy tickets and get bread now!"

"The competition at Caesar Arena is definitely the most exciting. Our death rate is as high as 10 points. The defeated gladiators cannot leave the arena alive! Unlike the kind cowards in other arenas, the warriors here are the real warriors!"

A group of young girls dressed in silk long skirts imported from the East were standing on both sides of the nearby street, waving enthusiastically, trying to win over pedestrians coming and going.

If it were normal times, they would undoubtedly have attracted many customers, but today, these girls' work efficiency has been much lower, because the "Alexander Arena" in the next block has used its trump card this time.

"This guest, don't you really come to Caesar Arena to see?" The young girl with a little baby fat on her face grabbed the arm of a young man who was passing by quickly. When the other party turned around, she deliberately pulled the gauze on her chest down, revealing the unfathomable "career line": "Just treat it for me, can you play? The competition here is very exciting..."

"No need." The boy in an old cloth dress, with a disgusting expression on his face, shook the girl's hand away, and continued to walk forward without looking back. He just said a coldly, leaving the girl standing in the night wind in a daze:

"I'm going to Alexander Arena, don't bother me, okay?"

Most of the pedestrians on the street went to Alexander Arena. There were very few spectators entering Caesar Arena to watch the night games.

As the game was about to begin, Lin Chi and other slaves were once again locked in the sidelines by the soldiers.

In the words of the instructor, they learned the fighting methods of gladiators on the field by watching the game on the sidelines. However, Lin Chi was deeply suspicious of this learning efficiency, because now, except for him, the other slaves in the cage were already sitting on the ground and asleep...

"Um?"

Noting that the audience this time was much less than during the afternoon competition, Lin Chi frowned slightly and realized that things were not simple.

Although he was locked in a cage, he didn't know what was happening outside the field. However, the audience who should have been in this arena should have been attracted by other activities.

——There are other arenas now planning to make big news?

Just as he thought of this, several killing prompts popped up in front of Lin Chi again:

The player "eating sweet potatoes" has died.

The player "Shadow League Master" is dead.

According to his statistics, from entering the game to now, eleven players have left the game in less than half a day, and they are all killed by NPCs. There is not even a single head taken by the player in this game.

It seems that my inference should be correct. The players in this game were all born as "gladiators". And the unlucky dead were sent to the arena and then killed by the brutal Gladiator NPC.

While Lin Chi was thinking, a kill prompt popped up again in front of him, and another player died at the hands of the NPC.

——So, what exactly is that arena?

Several muscular gladiators wearing light armor entered the Caesar Gladiator Arena. Under the light of torches around the venue, the muscles on their bodies flashed with bronze light. Although there were very few viewers today, the host still shouted with great dedication:

"Everyone, the first fight tonight is about to begin!"

"Oh..." A few listless responses sounded in the audience, not even louder than the snoring of the slave gladiators on the sidelines.

At this time, the square colosseum in the neighborhood was filled with noise. Not only was the audience full, but there were many people waiting to buy tickets outside the venue. Some wealthy businessmen even offered to pay several times more just to get a ticket to enter the arena.

As for why they are so excited, just look at the "person" standing in the middle of the arena.

It was a dark figure, riding a war horse that was equally dark, with a decadent breath of death rushing towards him. The man was wrapped in black heavy armor, and his ragged cloak hung weakly behind him.

There is no doubt that this guy is not a human gladiator, but a dead soul who was "resurrected" by the god of death!

Amid the audience's deafening cheers and cheers, the host yelled excitedly, overshadowing the noisy sound in the audience:
Chapter completed!