Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

The two were incredibly powerful, yet they were now like wild beasts, shackled with runes and thrown onto the battlefield for others to enjoy.

Yes, this is a gladiatorial arena!

Whoever can kill the other has a chance to escape alive!

The arena area is now open on the screen. It can be a battle between slaves or a duel between slaves and monsters, all according to the customer's preference, and betting is open.

Both fighters were chosen by nobles in the disc and bought at great expense; the winner would receive the bet placed by the other.

The Soul Warrior looked cautious, watching the Great Knight's steps. Both of them were unarmed and were testing each other.

Suddenly, a greatsword fell from the sky and landed in front of the great knight.

The host on the screen was engrossed in his commentary, scribbling away.

The great knight's eyes were fierce. He raised his sword and charged towards the unarmed Du Shi. It turned out that the master had bought a magic greatsword for his warrior in the room.

The other side was not to be outdone, and quickly spent money to send a warhammer to the fighter.

Clang!

The greatsword and warhammer clashed fiercely.

Although the weapon was not very handy and affected the Water Soul Warrior's agile movements, the fighter had no choice but to grit his teeth and launch a counterattack.

The Soul Warrior's martial arts were superior, piercing through the opponent's armor repeatedly. However, the Grand Knight's auxiliary secret technique made every sword strike incomparably sharp, and the offensive was relentless, forcing the Soul Warrior to laboriously raise his hammer to defend.

The two powerful figures were fighting to the death right beneath their feet, and the intense visual stimulation made the ghost soldiers inside the disc even more excited.

"Kill him!"

A bulky old man in pajamas opened the window and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The Great Knight had gained the upper hand, and with a gust of wind, his greatsword severed the Soul Warrior's head, earning cheers from the crowd.

The old man cheered, kissed the slave girl in his arms, and gave the middle finger to the loser on the opposite plate.

The gritting-teeth boy clearly didn't know how to maximize a fighter's combat power, letting a water-soul warrior wield a warhammer and clash head-on with a great knight.

He snorted coldly, drove the disc away from the area, and lost interest.

This was unimportant to the two nobles; it was just a game, a little money. But the warriors in the arena were no longer able to move.

The staff removed the body and cleaned up the scene by burying the blood in sand.

"That's too cruel..."

Messiah sighed.

Although I had heard of the Holy Alliance’s aristocratic ways, seeing it with my own eyes was a different story.

The next fight was about to begin, and two tall, voluptuous, and beautiful women took the stage.

One had ferocious fleshy wings on its back and was a demon captive of the Black Demon Clan; the other had sharp claws and pointed ears and was a wolf-like orc.

Both were around level six in strength. Dressed in revealing and sexy outfits to please the guests, they fought in the arena to determine a winner, like two lustful beasts caught in a trap.

Soon, the demon and the wolf girl were wrestling. The audience did not want to see too much bloodshed, so they did not give the fighters any weapons or equipment, aiming to enjoy the bouncy, plump breasts.

The cheers at the scene were clearly even more enthusiastic than before, with many people hiding inside the disc, licking their lips and staring longingly at the fierce female fighter.

The winner of the two will be bought by a nobleman at a higher price and brutally violated while covered in blood, to gain a strong sense of conquest.

This way of playing has become quite popular recently.

177. Desperate War Maiden

The two female slaves were mediocre in skill; the scene was exciting and erotic, but not particularly pleasing to the eye.

Even so, the arena area remains the most popular spot for visitors among the many areas of Neon Space.

The two wrestled and tore at each other's hair, fighting for a chance to survive, a chance to be humiliated.

Messiah couldn't bear to watch any longer. Even if he won today, he didn't know when he would be tortured to death by the capricious nobles.

From the moment they were branded as slaves, their bodies no longer belonged to themselves.

The room was eerily silent; no one uttered anything ridiculous or absurd in an attempt to stop the bloody duel.

Even if we can save them, can we save all the slaves?

The Trident Club has been established for who knows how long, and such scenes have happened countless times; what they saw was just the tip of the iceberg.

Not to mention that the students who have not yet taken power are powerless to stop it, even the Pope of the Seven Stars could not defy it and harm the interests of all the nobles of the Holy Alliance.

The corrupt side of Lockrean, which he could not tolerate, has been quietly revealed, and this is only the tip of the iceberg...

The fierce battle continues, and with each drop of blood the female fighter sheds, the auction price on the screen skyrockets.

Wildness and screams stimulated the customers' desire to consume.

If you have no weapons, use your sharp teeth and fangs.

The wolf girl's claws left countless bloody marks on the female demon's body, and even bit off half of her wing.

But in a moment of carelessness, the orc was caught by the demon's sharp tail, which wrapped around his neck from behind, tightly constricting his tough fur and tearing it apart, severing his throat.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

"The victor is our little devil, Baphi from the abyss!"

With the winner determined, the auction also came to an end.

The host brought down the gavel, trading Buffet to the guest on disk number 137 for 570,000 gold coins.

"let's go."

Lily rubbed her temples, unable to stay in the arena area any longer.

"what?"

The silver-haired girl, who had been lying on the sofa browsing the menu, blinked, slightly incredulous. She had originally intended to find a few qualified slaves to dedicate their lives to the cause of chaos.

Unexpectedly...

"and many more."

Nolan spoke up to stop him, sensing a rather familiar aura.

The iron gates of the Colosseum opened again, and a figure was pulled forward by chains through the dark opening.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't go away! You're sure to love the next gift! I'm not one to brag, those who know, know. This is an incredibly important person, someone you wouldn't normally have the chance to meet. I'll state the price here first, and the rest is up to you!"

The host smiled mysteriously and spread out his palm, revealing five fingers.

"Fifty million!"

Such a high starting price!?

The guests in each room gasped in surprise.

Although the arena's revenue is high, the highest amount of money that can be spent on a fighter is no more than 30 million, and that was for a beautiful female elf knight at the Quasi-Saint level.

With a starting bid of 50 million, who can be worth that price?

He couldn't possibly be a saint...

That would be quite interesting if a saint were truly captured and sold into slavery!

There was a lot of discussion around, which was exactly the effect the club wanted to achieve. Many of the most expensive guests had come today to see the artifact, and this gift was sure to fetch a sky-high price!

The host's words did indeed pique their curiosity. The discs floating in the sky didn't rush to switch areas; in fact, there were many more of them, all waiting for the so-called gifts to emerge from their cages.

Several young ladies also approached the window and peered out.

Fifty million is no small sum; even a medium-sized kingdom like the Golden Flower Kingdom couldn't come up with that much money all at once.

Although there were many wealthy women present, only Messiah and Zenora could easily come up with 50 million.

After some deliberation, the well-dressed host finally unveiled the mystery surrounding the next fighter.

"This is a special guest we went to great lengths to invite to warm up the atmosphere. Let me give a warm round of applause to the sixth War Maiden of the Twelve Hours, the commander of the Third Holy Legion, the saintess who was defeated by the Saint of [End] and punished by the gods, the 'Heroic' Fenrui'!"

The expression on Zinora's pretty face froze instantly, and the other girls were equally astonished.

"How... is this possible!?"

Messiah rushed to the window and, sure enough, saw the curly-haired, brown-haired Holy War Maiden.

Fenrui dragged her feet in a disheveled state, looking utterly dejected. Gone was her previous arrogance. She hadn't even had time to change out of her tattered armor. This once unapproachable saintess, who stood at the pinnacle of the Holy Alliance, now wore rune shackles around her neck, her fate pitiful and tragic.

All of this was because they lost the favor of the Seven Luminaries Goddess.

The glorious titles that were once bestowed upon Fernail were now used as mocking rhetoric by the host, who repeatedly stated her value in order to sell her at an unprecedentedly exaggerated figure.

"Is it really Fenrui'er? She's been expelled from the Seven Luminaries Temple?"

Oh my god!

The nobles in the entire hall were in an uproar. As "devout" believers in the elements, how could they possibly have the chance to touch the saintess? Not even a branch temple in a sub-plane would be possible, let alone the great Twelve Hours Saint War Maiden.

But now, an opportunity has presented itself.

Because now Fenrir is just a former saintess rejected by the goddess, no longer a sacred and inviolable being!

All desires in the arena were ignited by her slender, mature figure, transforming into a fiery and pure instinct for conquest.

"Aunt Fenrui'er..."

Incredulity filled Zinora's pretty face. How could the strong, brave, and accomplished saintess have been sold off by the Temple of the Seven Luminaries?

Nolan blinked and muttered, "The Trident Club's backing is indeed very strong. They've only just been thrown into the Inquisition and they're already sharing it with their guests. I'm not surprised at all."

"traitor!"

"Blasphemer!"

"You vile slut!"

Insults and rebukes came from all directions, making the already tottering, pretty figure even more tragic.

No matter how the warden and the judge pressed her for answers, Fernail only ever uttered that one sentence.

"What did I do wrong...? What did I do wrong...?"