Top guide! The Sentinels were mesmerized

Chapter 30 Delicate Flowers Can Also Be Catchers
"Just talk when you come in, and don't look at me like that."

The handsome man who was speaking in a hushed voice just now turned around and spoke to Rand, and his voice dropped by more than 20 degrees, and even his eyes became chilly.

"Leon still held 'that'." Rand enlarged the electronic invitation ticket on the bracelet and projected it into the air in the room.

"'That'?" Qianzhi looked at the invitation letter with a black background.

The red words on it seemed to be oozing with blood.

"Gladiator competition." Rand explained, "But on this starship, the protagonists of the competition are no longer sentinels, but guides."

"Lion hates the guides so much that he has established a new order on this starship," Rand magnified a few lines of text. "The guides have become vassals of the Sentinels, so in this fight, he treats the guides he bought as his trophies or sacrifices, and puts them in public for others to play with."

"What are the rules?" Qianzhi looked at the name on the invitation.

"In a two-on-two duel, the winning sentinel can choose to plunder the loser's guide, and the losing sentinel also has the choice to either give up the guide he bought or destroy it directly." Rand lowered his voice.

Although he did not have a good impression of the guide, he was not like those extreme sentinels who wanted to kill the guide.

"But, if a low-level wizard is accidentally matched with a high-level wizard, won't he definitely lose?" Qianzhi felt that there were many loopholes in the rules of this gladiatorial contest.

"That's true." Ming took over the conversation softly, wiping Qianzhi's wet lips, "But this is Leon's territory."

Fighting for the guide is only one of the purposes of the fight; betting, amassing wealth, and opening up more power chains are also involved."

So, the arena is much darker than you think."

The dark and dreary starship was rarely bustling with people tonight.

The middle part of the cabin, which was originally the auction venue, was redecorated, the cages and shackles in the middle of the stands were removed, and a circle of electrified barbed wire was placed around it.

Those mysterious sentinels still wore masks that concealed their identities and came to the gladiatorial arena with their guides.

"I can walk down by myself, Ming."

Qianzhi was held in Ming's arms. She stuck her head out from above the man's broad arms, and the man gently rubbed her little head, making her focus on him again.

"The ground is dirty." He made up an excuse.

He stroked the leather chain in his hand again.

Its other end was tied around Qianzhi's slender neck.

The guides who participated in the fights had to be tied with ropes and controlled by their sentinels to prevent them from releasing their mental power in the chaos or escaping by causing chaos.

The delicate and soft girl in his arms had a chain that belonged to him tied around her neck, and she obediently rested her head on his shoulder.

This gave Ming a morbid sense of satisfaction.

In this starship where she couldn't be captured, she would only have him.

The thin chain in his hand moved, bringing back Ming's strange illusion.

"But the sentinels here are not friendly to guides. Is it really okay for you to hold me?"

In the man's arms and in the dim environment, Qianzhi could not see what was happening around her.

Some sentries held ropes in their hands, strangled the guides' necks, and ordered them to crawl forward like dogs.

Others were dragged in half-dead and thrown onto the stage by the sentries like large garbage.

There were also a few who were held in the arms like Qianzhi.

But their eyes were dull and their bodies were covered with fine and dense ambiguous bite marks and scars.

In the box, they got the number tags for the upcoming showdown.

"Do you want to eat something and rest for a while?" Ming carried Qianzhi to the leather chair in the middle. He leaned over and tried to pull down the curtain of the box in a disguised manner, trying to cover up the bloody scene that might appear on the stage.

Qianzhi held her hand and pulled the curtain up. The girl's green eyes were filled with inorganic calmness: "I need to know more about the gladiatorial combat."

Overprotection in a dangerous environment can also be deadly.

Rather than relying on others, she believes in herself more.

A large machine was placed on the field, and two guides with collars were pressed on both sides of the machine.

Devices for sensing and enhancing mental power were placed on their temples and wrists.

Following the command from the host on the field, the machine in the middle emitted a blue light that extended to the devices of the two people.

The large screen above the stands immediately projected a screen page that the two guides controlled using their mental powers.

This is an old-school fighting game with blurry pixels.

But the operation is also very simple. You only need to use your mental power to control the character representing you on the screen to dodge and attack the opponent.

The little man at the top of the screen attacked the other side with his limbs stiff.

A few seconds later, one of the villains kicked the other in the chest.

The guide who was controlling the kicked man suddenly let out a wail, and a large amount of broken mental power gushed out from the connected instrument.

The physical damage caused by this mental breakdown caused blood to suddenly flow out of her seven orifices, dripping onto the ground in large pieces in a moment.

"She lost?" Qianzhi watched the bleeding girl stagger to the edge of the stage and fall down with a bang.

Her cervical vertebra was broken and she died instantly.

The sentry who bought her rushed to the side of the stands, yelled at her body, and even kicked her in the face.

"Yes. And this is just one of Leon's ways of torturing the guide."

Ming lowered his black eyelashes and casually glanced at the dead guide. His handsome and evil facial features seemed unusually cold in the dim light.

"Everywhere on the 'Hidden Shadow' starship is splattered with the blood of the guides."

He didn't care about the guide's death.

But he was afraid that such a scene would scare Chizhi, or cause her to become estranged from him because of such a depressing atmosphere.

He finally managed to close the distance between Qianzhi and him.

He didn't want to be disturbed by anyone.

"If Qianzhi feels uncomfortable in any way," he weighed his words carefully, trying to make them soft and sweet, "we can go back first and find another way--"

The black poisonous snake spat out its tongue, trying to bring his most precious treasure back to the safest nest.

"Don't you trust your guide, Ming?" Qianzhi interrupted him.

The tender green branches extended from her wrists and gently soothed the glandular opening on the back of the tall man's neck.

She simply thought that Ming was anxious because of her mood.

"Of course I believe Qianzhi." The man's tall body trembled slightly as his sensitive glands were touched. He looked at the girl with wet eyelashes, but the next moment he was shuddered again at Qianzhi's expression.

The girl in front of me smiled softly, but her eyes were sharp. She was like the most delicate flower, but could bloom on the coldest branch.

"It's just the survival of the fittest, Ming." He heard the delicate girl say these cold words, "So this time, we will be the catchers."

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