"Little guy!!! Don't fall!!!"
Under the duel cage, Cober slammed the table hard, causing the desserts and teacups on the table to jump. Cober covered the bandage on his forehead with his other hand, his eyes fixed on the stage.
Opposite Cober, Salem, the leader of Group 6, who had a look of amusement on his face, was eating a piece of snow-white cake with a smile, but one of his legs was stretched out, and an expressionless pharmacist was fixing a brace for his broken leg.
As soon as the pharmacist tapped Salem's wound, the lazy Salem cried out in pain, but he still stuffed the cake into his mouth.
He didn't look at all as embarrassed as he was after being pinned to the ground and beaten by Blake.
Under the duel cage, there were already tables and chairs. The Hades were shouting and cheering at the two people who were fighting on the stage.
"Butcher! Cut his left shoulder! Cut his left shoulder! That old guy has an old wound on his left shoulder!!!"
Blake's body swayed, and he leaned over and barely passed under the sickle wind of Jeff, the leader of Group 7 on the opposite side. He swung his body and created waves, and the blunt axe opened and closed widely, and inertia swept it towards Jeff's left arm.
"That guy is using the green skin style of play!!! Steady dog!! Steady! Use up his energy!!! Trade his blood!!"
Jeff the Steady Dog took a step back with his left leg and moved aside to let the Black Butcher pass. His face was reflected in the clean, bloody axe blade.
There was no time to retract the long sickle, and the chain wrapped around the sickle drew a graceful arc. He gathered strength in his left arm, clenched his fist, and punched!
Bang!!!
"cough!!!"
The fist hit Blake's chest firmly, and the already broken breastplate completely lost its last defensive function. The sound of armor fragments falling was heard, and Blake vomited blood mixed with broken teeth, but his free hand firmly grasped Jeff's forearm.
A brief pause in the fierce battle.
Buzz, who was sipping tea leisurely, let out a click of the tongue.
"good!!!"
Cobb slammed the table again, "Boy! Don't you fucking let that old dog keep using the sickle!!!"
Blake's eyes flashed as his nose and face were bruised and his right eye was almost swollen into a slit. Jeff wanted to distance himself again, but his left hand, which was grabbed by Blake, prevented him from retreating immediately.
The sickle is a long-range weapon, and close combat will greatly limit its use.
Jeff acted decisively, dropped his sickle, drew out the machete from his waist and fought with Blake.
The combat was close combat, and for a moment, there were constant flashes of light on the stage, and everyone exclaimed that it was a very spectacular sight.
"Big Smoking Gun, you don't bear grudges?"
The lazy Salem grabbed a handful of melon seeds and cracked them, lazily eating them while standing on the stand.
"I hold a grudge," Cobb said, "but it's more satisfying to see that kid beat up that stupid dog—after all, I trained him!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity! I think he has turned against you."
Salem said, "Why not let him join Group 6? We are close friends. Hey—I know what, this guy is really good."
Salem said, recalling the moment Blake's elbow broke his left leg.
"Get out, get out," Cobb said impatiently, his eyes fixed on the stage. He watched in fear as Blake knocked down Jeff, the leader of Group 7 - even though this guy had just knocked down eight people with his underground turtle fist, only old guys like them knew that the bastards in Group 7 were also good at the underground turtle fist.
Cobb's eye twitched. He saw that Blake was in pain due to the wound on his right arm and was suddenly at a disadvantage.
He felt a little regretful, as the wound on the boy's right arm was caused by his sickle.
Cobb thought irritably, did he lose in the 76th game? If he had known earlier, he would have let the first game go.
He subconsciously wanted to light the cigarette with the smoking gun, but the person on the main seat glanced at him, and Cobb smiled awkwardly and withdrew his hand.
"Eat," said the lazy fellow, stuffing a piece of jerky into Cobb's awkwardly withdrawn hand, "and forget about your Babarus specialty."
"I'm anxious."
Cobb whispered, to be fair, he still hoped that Blake would win. If Blake won, he would be able to fight with the living fossil Buzz in the next game.
For thousands of years, there has never been anyone in the Underworld who can fight against Buzz.
To round it off, Black wants to fight Boots, and Boots has fought with the rebel primarch - Black can pick on the rebel primarch!
As if knowing Cober's little thoughts, in the darkness, Buzz's eyes swept over Cober again, and Cober looked away innocently.
“Ohhhhhhhh!!!”
The crowd gathered at the front of the duel cage suddenly burst into cheers.
"Don't be mouthful! Don't be mouthful! Our ruthless and taciturn black butcher will kill Wen Gou on his horse!!!"
Cobb was overjoyed. He slapped the armrest and stood up suddenly. Sure enough, on the stage, Blake Butcher was standing shakily with his left hand raised high.
Jeff half-knelt on the ground, covering his abdomen which was broken and bleeding from the heavy blow.
"Sh ...
The Hades suddenly booed, and those who were cheering for betting on Black to win, those who were upset for betting on the sure dog to win, and those who were just joining in the fun and shouting, all quieted down in an instant.
In the huge hall, the only sounds were Blake's panting and Jeff's unstable breathing.
clatter.
The teacup in Buz's hand hit the saucer, making a crisp sound.
“… Next one.”
Blake's hoarse voice sounded, almost completely breathless.
Blake shook his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he lowered his head, staring at Buzz Bella who was sitting firmly in the main seat below the stage.
"It's time for the seventy-seventh match... old man."
Buzz sighed softly, picked up a piece of pie at random, and swallowed it in one gulp. He also picked up the sickle quietly displayed beside him.
Different from the usual simplicity of other Hades, Buz, who was once the focus of hundreds of millions of people in the empire, has his sickle carved with fine patterns. Lightning and satin-like patterns are engraved on the sickle handle, and the black and dark gold colors flash against each other, indicating the identity of the sickle holder.
"little things… "
Buzz said, "I guess you won't be happy if you don't fight me today."
Blake said nothing, but once again staggered into a fighting stance.
"Just right," Buz rolled onto the stage and pulled Jeff, who then left the stage.
"I want to take care of you, too."
The sickle drops!
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Hades didn't expect that he would be delayed a little longer on the Phaos ship.
A tour of Faos' technology, then being toured, a passive meeting, and finally a private conversation to plan the next arrangements.
It took him two days and one night.
Hurrying across the deck of the Kokutus, Hades reflected on the conversation he had just had with Kirkland.
He asked the Sage about the current utilization rate of stars, neutron stars and other planets in the Forge World, and came to the conclusion that these planets can be used initially...
The Burner fragment on Hades' waist was confined in a silver-white ball similar to a simple Dyson sphere.
The silvery-white liquid metal is continuously absorbing the light and heat emitted by the burner.
The Burner is the one with the most abundant "energy" among the Star Gods, and he himself is a small burning sun.
Instead of eating the Burner directly, Hades could pick up some of the pure energy emitted by the Burner and eat it. This was the method he could think of to temporarily relieve his hunger.
As for the Deceiver... Hades simply crushed it and threw it into the Burner, letting the already insane Burner devour the fragments of the Deceiver's fragments.
He had not yet figured out how to eat stars. Hades thought that the diet of the star gods was stars and souls - and the souls obviously could no longer be eaten.
The Magnus Stone dangled from Hades' waist.
Then he can only eat stars - in other words, he needs to consume energy.
Now Hades slowly replenished his strength by capturing the light and heat emitted by the Burner.
He needed other ways to get his energy.
Hades has already put forward his conjectures and demands to Kirkland, and that sage, who is loyal to the point of being a little crazy, will help Hades establish a "feeding system".
Hades can maintain a stable state for a long time as long as he does not use the power of the star god on a large scale.
Just wait and see if he can eat the sun...
The smooth metal lower half reflected silver light. Hades was now working on two threads, with the other half of his mind thinking about the "Longzhong Strategy" he had just discussed with Kirkland.
This is the chess move they will make after this.
Because of the development of the Hades Cult, human technological development has not completely stagnated in the past ten thousand years. Taking Phoos as an example, no less than a thousand new creations have come into being.
What made Hades happy was that because of his previous expectations, Faos put most of his technological points on ship navigation.
Some of them improve the performance of the ship, faster and more powerful engines, stronger dragon spine...
Some are technologies that can be directly applied to production: a complete set of dock assembly line solutions, a thinker that calculates how to quickly and efficiently integrate the resources of a star field for ship construction...
Faos has compiled tens of thousands of plans that can be implemented directly, covering almost all the conditions of the planets. As long as the personnel and the planets are in place, construction and production can be carried out immediately.
Hades was extremely pleased with this, as it meant that as long as there were no administrative obstacles, the production of this steed could quickly begin.
But ship-related technology alone is clearly not enough.
Before, due to various reasons, Faos did not want to and could not reach in-depth cooperation with other Forging Worlds.
And now... under Hades' command, these Forge Worlds will be coordinated.
Faced with the various forging worlds, the first thing Hades has to do is to unite them, integrate the most productive template at present, and then apply it to the entire empire.
The human empire is not without powerful technology, but what it lacks is an environment that can expand production.
What Hades needs to do is to implement these powerful technologies, promote production, and promote labor!
This road will be roughly divided into two aspects. On the one hand, it will make those secretive mechanics give up their technology. On the other hand, it will make the empire cooperate with the actions of the mechanics.
Communicate with the Sage... This step can be done by Kirkland and Jin. Of course, Hades will also come forward if necessary...
…
star…
…
Hades was thinking, he raised his eyes and looked in surprise at Mingzi who came out to greet him... His face was blue and red.
Hades frowned. He remembered that this was Jeff, the leader of Group 7. He had only been away for two days. Why was this kid suddenly beaten up
"what happened?"
Hades asked in surprise, and then he probed into the black domain to tell the result. Before Jeff could speak, Hades suddenly made a gesture to silence him.
Hades lowered his voice.
"Dueling cage?"
Jeff nodded, "I haven't informed them of your return yet. I thought you should go and see the relaxed atmosphere of the warband."
Hades laughed.
"Good job, don't tell them."
As for why the fight broke out, Hades could guess with a little bit of his head that when he joined the Death Guard, because the new recruits and old soldiers were dissatisfied with each other, and because of his relationship with Mortarion, he was directly targeted.
And now... In the black domain just now, that was Black's soul.
Hades pulled himself out of the numerous considerations. He felt a lot of emotion. Things change over time. He wondered if Mortarion had the same complicated feelings he had now.
No, Hades was suddenly stunned. Mortarion was definitely not aware of the small friction in the legion at that time.
He is still reliable, Hades thought with relief.
"Help me hide it from them, Jeff, and go with me."
Hades said, his pace quickening almost instantly.
"Here I come, my Father."
Steady Dog Jeff said, while quietly directing Group 7 in the private channel to bring a chair as big as the original body - without being discovered by others.
There is also a notice to serve refreshments in the canteen.
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Amidst the cheers and applause, a huge but sneaky figure crept in.
Hades thought he had good stealth skills, so he crouched down and sneaked in from behind when everyone's attention was focused on the duel cage.
On the stage was Boots who was beating up Blake. It was obvious that the two duelists were very engaged and did not notice Pluto.
Hades stared at the stage. Boots was almost showing off his skills, his sickle opening and closing like a blooming flower, while Blake was obviously just holding on, relying on his last breath to stand on the stage.
Hades sighed in his heart. He knew Blake's stubbornness, but at this moment, if he persuaded Blake to give up, it would damage a warrior's self-esteem.
Let him fight to the end.
Hades sighed,
At the same time, he was quite pleased with Mingzi's relaxed atmosphere. Hades looked at every familiar and new face. When it came to watching people fight, these guys were quite enthusiastic.
This did not prevent them from eating, commenting and watching the fights.
The duel cage is an important cultural component within Mingzi.
Hades took note of this, and his descendants were all aggressive, but at the same time they knew how to enjoy life.
Well, this guy is like him!
Hades touched the largest table, which was filled with Macragge-style snacks, puff pastry cream pies, nut cakes, butter cookies... It can be seen that Mingzi's cafeteria is also very good.
Hades thought about it and took off his metal mask.
The previous scene flashed before his eyes. The fragments of the deceiver, bound by darkness, screamed.
[You will never be able to eat in peace! ! ! ! ]
Hades blinked, took off his mask with one hand, and picked up a puff pastry cream pie with the other. After confirming that the dessert in his hand was not a screaming psychic, Hades opened his mouth.
"Pluto?!"
Someone in the audience noticed Hades sneaking in and let out a scream.
At this moment, Hades was squatting beside the table, holding the cream pie in the air rather awkwardly.
At the same time, on the stage, Booth seized the moment when Blake was distracted, and the sickle dancing in his wrist turned around, and the sickle head directly hit Blake's forehead - Blake fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
"Old age is always better, kid." Boots kicked Blake, "Pharmacist!"
Then, Buzz turned to look at Pluto and bowed solemnly.
"Please call me 2B, my father."
Hades stood up and decided to defend his last bit of dignity. He put down the dessert in his hand and said, "... Were you guys fighting for this title just now?"
"Yes."
Buzz Bella said without changing his expression.
"And Buzz Bella won."
“…Okay, 2B.”
Hades said slowly, "Are you guys still fighting? It looks like I just missed a wonderful scene?"
He didn't want to miss this opportunity to blend in with the Mingzi. Eating while watching the fight on the stands seemed like a perfect opportunity to become one with the Mingzi.
Hades felt pained by the soft feeling of the cream pie between his hands just now.
Before Hades finished speaking, the Hades became excited.
(End of this chapter)