Heir to the Kingdom of 1.4 billion people

Chapter 71 Opening Performance

The flying birds were startled and flew away into the quiet and peaceful dense forest.

The moment Berg finished speaking, Xia Mingyu felt a strange power transmitted into his body.

This power finally gathered in his eyes, causing waves of cold and slight stinging.

Then, his obsidian-black pupils gradually turned into an incomparably gorgeous ice-blue, just like Berg's before, flashing with a faint light.

In Xia Mingyu's vision at this moment, the whole world has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The colors of trees, weeds, sky, soil... all things faded quickly, and finally the whole world turned into black and white.

Every living creature, whether animal or plant, has countless black and white lines interwoven into a point, moving rapidly on it.

"So beautiful!" Xia Mingyu couldn't help but say.

He wanted to see a more beautiful scene, so he subconsciously looked up at the most dazzling thing in the sky above his head - the sun.

next moment.
"Pain Pain!"

Xia Mingyu fell to the ground, covering his eyes in pain. He felt as if several needles were pricking his eyeballs.

"Your Highness, are you all right?"

Berg quickly leaned over, supported his back and gently lifted him up.

"I am fine."

Xia Mingyu took several deep breaths before he felt the pain gradually disappear and everything in front of him regained its color.

It's just that the vision is flickering, and it feels like the video quality has been reduced from 4k to 480p.

"The sun is alive?" Xia Mingyu recalled the scene he had seen before and said with lingering fear.

Logically speaking, the death of all things should only be seen at the death points of living things such as animals and plants, but just now, although it was only for a moment, he actually saw the death point of the sun!

"Your Highness, the sun is the incarnation of the God of Sun and Justice, so of course it's alive!"

Berg was silent for a long time before he smiled bitterly.

Only His Highness, who has 1.4 billion blessings, dares to do this. If it were him, if he looked directly at the sun while using the Gift of Death of All Things, his brain would probably explode in the next second.

Xia Mingyu: “.”

He realized that the common sense that had been deeply ingrained in him over the past nineteen years on Blue Star could not be replaced by the "common sense" of this world in a short period of time.

"What a great gift! I believe you will be my best servant." Xia Mingyu patted the boy's shoulder and praised him.

"Master, I think so too." Berg was stunned for a moment, and then a slightly proud smile appeared on his cold face.

"Carry me back to the castle."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The young man effortlessly carried the black-haired young man who was resting with his eyes closed on his back and walked towards the Black Wolf Castle.

Although Xia Mingyu's weight has increased a lot thanks to An Liya's careful care these days, the boy's strength has more than doubled!

What's more, this is also a way of showing loyalty.

At the same time, thousands of miles away from here.

In the dark, damp, hay-covered dungeon, Thirteen slowly opened his eyes.

"I can't sleep again. I haven't been able to enter the palace of that prince for two nights." A trace of fatigue flashed in the giant's eyes.

Ever since the trial of the villain in the Spark Hall that day, he could no longer sleep peacefully.

Those memories that he had deceived himself into forgetting and had suppressed deep in his heart suddenly emerged again.

Time and again, he would beat his fellow slaves to death in order to survive or have a bite of black bread.

Blood flooded his fist, and his compatriots beneath him let out shrill howls.

But I was still young at that time, and I just watched him wailing and dying coldly.

Because he was born a slave and didn't even know who his parents were, no one had ever taught him that killing was a sin.

As Tamerlan said in the temple, any evildoer whose hands are stained with the blood of innocent people should be sentenced to death.

Even the most serious criminals listed in the indictments had only killed a dozen or so people.

However, he had been trained to fight since he became conscious, and from the age of six he was required to fight life-and-death battles with slaves of the same age in the arena.

He was now twenty-one years old. For the past fifteen years, God knew how much innocent blood had been stained on his hands! One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, countless.

He is a sinner and should have been put on the guillotine and beheaded like those evildoers in the trial!
Because of the strong sense of guilt and the fear in his heart, the giant's muscles as hard as copper and iron were trembling slightly, and even beads of white sweat appeared on his forehead.

How ugly, how miserable I am, why wasn't I the one who died?
boom!
He slammed his head against the stone wall of the dungeon, and a small hole was instantly knocked out in the hard wall, but he could only feel a slight pain which could not alleviate the guilt in his heart at all.

Tapping.

At this moment, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, Benson, the guard of the slave dungeon, appeared in front of him.

"Thirteen, it's your turn. This is the most grand performance of your career in the arena. Many nobles have come from afar to see you."

Looking at the giant man who was banging his head against the wall, Benson said indifferently.

After all, as a slave who needs to obey all orders, has no freedom and cannot enjoy any pleasure, it is normal to choose to commit self-harm!

If he were a slave, he would have banged his head against the wall long ago.

What's more, this is not the first time that the giant has hurt himself.

Click.

Benson opened the dungeon door and walked out with Thirteen.

"Your opponent this time is the man-eating demon lion—Oulu. It's a famous demon beast that lurks in the wilderness outside the Slave City. It has devoured countless caravans that come to trade, and after eating, it flees, making it difficult to capture."

"It wasn't until our master, Sir Simon, personally ordered the gathering of powerful individuals from all walks of life to form a lion-catching team that we were able to successfully capture it and release it into the arena."

"Oh, right, you still don't know what a named beast is. Once a beast's wisdom and power reach a certain level, it will also receive the world's blessing, just like us humans, and will also have a name bestowed by the world, so it is called a named beast."

"The most famous titled Warcraft is undoubtedly Jörmungandr, the Ring Serpent lurking outside the Wall of Sighs. It's said that its length stretches from the Kingdom of Sosia to the end of the world. I really want to see it!"

"You must be extra careful this time, because the title monster is very powerful. Even someone as strong as you is at risk of being killed. In fact, this is the first time in the past two years that your odds are higher than the monster's."

As they walked through the dungeon corridors, Benson kept chattering instructions to the giant.

Thirteen just remained silent and didn't answer.

Looking at his lifeless appearance, Benson sighed, then he stood on tiptoe with difficulty and patted the giant's heavy shoulder.

"Thirteen, I've taken care of you for six years. I know you don't want to be a slave, and you don't like killing. That's normal. I wouldn't want to be a slave either."

"But this time is different. Many nobles have come to watch this performance. If you can truly kill the man-eating lion in front of everyone, there will surely be a noble who will take a fancy to you and recruit you as a servant. Then you won't have to be a slave anymore, and you won't have to kill anymore."

Before Benson finished speaking, Thirteen's aura suddenly changed, from being lifeless to becoming as terrifying as a giant beast about to pounce on its prey.

"Bring weapons." Thirteen said in a deep voice.

He wanted to stop the endless killing, wanted to see what the sunlight outside looked like, and even more wanted to witness the glory of His Highness with his own eyes in reality rather than in a dream.

"Very good." Looking at the giant man who was inspired to fight, Benson nodded with satisfaction.

As long as this grand performance can be successfully completed, he will definitely receive a reward from Sir Simon, and then he won't have to work in this dark dungeon all day.

Bang, a huge axe that was more than two meters long and carried by four slaves was delivered to the giant man's hands.

The blade of this giant axe is also engraved with countless intricate magic patterns. They are painted with high-quality magic crystal powder as pigment, which can give the weapon extraordinary power. Only the top blacksmiths can forge such a weapon known as "magic weapon".

If it weren't for the purpose of fighting against the man-eating demon lion, such precious magic weapons would never have fallen into the hands of the slaves.

After a while.

The sand of the arena was baked hot by the scorching sun, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and sweat.

Thirteen stood upright on the sand, like a towering bronze mountain.

Veins bulged on his muscular arms, and he held a heavy axe in his hands. His chest heaved violently, and sweat flowed down his well-defined back onto the sand.

"Butcher!"

"Butcher!"

The auditorium was densely packed with countless people, and the unprecedented crowd was shouting wildly because of this grand performance. The cheers were like a tsunami that seemed to drown everything.

Under Thirteen's gaze, the iron fence of the opposite passage slowly opened, and more than a dozen thin slaves walked out, holding a few broken axes and hammers with wooden handles as weapons.

They looked at the giant man in front of them with fear and despair.

Thirteen fell silent, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the huge axe in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Because he realized that this was going to be an opening show with an unfair killing!
(End of this chapter)