Chapter 885 The Dead and the Living
Yes, Li Cang used a translator to broadcast at a very high volume.
Teacher Cang's philanthropic behavior made Stafford's face look even more hideous and distorted, and his tone revealed a hint of madness: "You don't understand, you don't understand the meaning of the Colosseum at all. The Colosseum is my creation, my will is the will of the Colosseum, my life will not end in the Colosseum, how can a person like me die meaninglessly, I will live forever in the Colosseum!"
"Let's be realistic, every guy in history who boasted about his immortality, almost without exception, had his grave dug up, and even few survived the seven-year itch." Li Cang took out another translator and hung it on Rao Qifang's chest, and said rigorously: "People will die if they are killed, but the flag will determine the extent to which you die."
Stafford: "."
What ambitions and grandeur, what anger and madness, are all false. Li Cang's words choked Stafford and made him roll his eyes. He lost his sanity for several seconds before regaining the high ground
Well, refreshing.
Stafford stared at Li Cang. If love is a more terrible motive than hatred, then Stafford's love for Teacher Cang will last forever.
Stafford raised his scepter high, and the dazzling colorful light around him rose and fell like the tide, gradually spreading to the entire Colosseum. The makeshift island under the feet of the crowd rumbled.
Bian Xiu frowned, and the boy's not-so-good facial management somewhat revealed what he was thinking--
"If I could talk like this, I would have to write a book about it!"
"This Stafford is so ungrateful, interrupting others!"
"Sure enough, language is also an indispensable part of combat effectiveness!"
But the first person to express his objection was not Bian Xiu, but Stafford's own people, to be precise, the injured peacock girl and totem man.
After Li Lace interrupted the buff, she ignored them and went to pretend to be "elegant, skillful and cautious". Later, she was so happy in the fight that she completely forgot about the two of them, like a dog burying bones until it can't find them.
The peacock girl and the totem man were being greeted by a group of wolves who could tell whether a sow had single eyelids or double eyelids, especially the peacock girl who was dressed too gorgeously and lost too much fabric during the battle.
After repelling their opponents for the countless times, they just felt the vibration under their feet, looked back at Stafford, and roared and screamed in exasperation:
"Stafford! You villain! Hypocrite! No!"
"Damn it, what are you doing, stop it!"
The voice was sharp and the tone was terrified.
At this time, including the peacock girl and the totem man, the 4,000 combat forces and more than 10,000 fate servants under Stafford had not suffered more than half of their casualties, but Stafford, who was looking down at the battlefield from a high position, was very sure that defeat was only a matter of time, and he could not wait any longer.
The gorgeous colorful light was like a kaleidoscope.
But it was no longer emanating from Stafford to add benefits to the entire battlefield. Instead, it was like a wave of tides, recycling colors to Stafford from all directions.
The half-moon-shaped Colosseum on Stafford's side had gorgeous carvings, magnificent decorations, and dancers in gorgeous costumes, which were extremely luxurious and domineering. However, although the music was still playing and dancing, the movements of everyone in the audience suddenly became stiff and the colors became unbalanced, giving people a strange feeling of lack of popularity and agility. The antique artworks and precious metals of real gold and silver that decorated the Colosseum gradually began to be covered by dirty, hairy fungi or parasites.
Finally, the true faces of thousands of spectators in the audience on Stafford's side were revealed. They were not living people at all, but corpses and skeletons that had been dead for a long time, either rotting and maggoty or dry and shrunken.
In addition to Stafford himself, the three people in the seven-man group who did not leave, the totem man and the peacock woman, and even the dead warriors were aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, with silver hair and boot leather.
The whole 4,000 private soldiers were like this!
Their extremely dry skin was covered with mottled suture marks, and the wounds connected by silk threads were empty chest and abdomen cavities, with no internal organs, only the gems wrapped by the tangled blood vessels and tendons were flashing.
"Wow~" Li Cang was shocked: "Skill seeds can be used like this??"
Flash.
The corpse that had aged to the point of being reduced to ashes at any time was revived and revived every second. The expressions of the Totem Man and the Peacock Lady were dull and empty for a few seconds, as if nothing had happened. They danced and drew totems, and repeated the movements at the beginning of the war in full.
"Hiss"
The people at the base had goosebumps. It turned out that these 4,000 so-called "private armies" and the "seven people" on the high platform were the only one left alive, brother Stafford?
No wonder he wanted to surround the entire Colosseum and not even allow his own people to see it!
If the minions saw this, they would definitely blow up the temple on the spot. They were full of expectations and their minds were full of thoughts of replacing the kings, princes, generals and ministers, but the price of getting to the top was actually to lose themselves. Just tell me who can stand this sense of disparity, right?
Li Cang smacked his lips: "This guy is capable."
To be honest, Li Cang originally had no hope for this war, but now Teacher Cang is willing to call him a like-minded person!
See!
In front of him is the great young Bian Xiu, and behind him is the puppet actor Stafford. Whether they are human or ghost, they are all busy. God will not starve the blind weasel to death. What the hell is a surprise? I, Cang, will howl "I am not alone" now. It is not too much, right?
Teacher Cang was very surprised, and Bian Xiu was suffocated.
"I knew you were not a good person!"
Bian Xiu's reasons for breaking the defense are very sufficient, and it can even be said that they are reasonable and well-founded.
This person is too unrefined. Good guy, didn't I help you to be decent? What's the difference between you and a shrew scolding and fighting on the spot?
What is my identity?
I help the soldiers to decide the contemporary Nuo Lord!
In the early years, the guy in the Northeast was considered a master?
If not a master, at least he should be an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage!
You are brazenly dealing with these sneaky ghosts under my nose?
Treason!
Disgraceful!
What a disgrace!
Business counterparts!
Go!
On one side is the broken gong and cymbals dancing and singing, and on the other side is the mentally retarded puppet corpse mother. To some extent, these two people are enemies on the spot and jealous of each other. They are both holding their breath and want to give each other some exciting programs. It's hard to separate them.
