Atlas Double Star Book

The author has something to say: Warning, Lang/Dang Gong X has no heart, no lungs, and indifference.

The duel that was promised, made it look like OTZ that A smelled pheromone... In short, in short, it was completely unexpected!There is another chapter update tomorrow or the night after tomorrow, please fight these two seriously, thank you OTZ

The trial by combat is about to begin.

The arena was bustling with excitement, the nobles had all their seats reserved, commoners with a little money would try their best to get a chance to sit down, and the poor could also desperately squeeze out a space where they could barely stand on the edge.No one wants to miss out on this rare entertainment.And this is a festival dedicated to Nu, a sacred place that does not reject any worshiper.

The horn sounded, and the golden snake flag with a blue background, which symbolized absolute imperial power, appeared——

The emperor is here.

The Supreme One sits high on the throne, like the only gold shining on the coldness of black satin.

The crowd was extremely quiet, but they were all thinking about the same thing: the snake-like woman who assassinated her husband, ascended the throne herself, and abandoned two of the three imperial capitals.

The twin princes sit on the left and right sides of the emperor, the blood of the holy family.The nobles surrounded by both sides were extremely luxuriously dressed.A look of indifference is to them, like a mask matching the robes.

The emperor raised his hand, and the priest slaughtered the pure white bull and sacrificed the blood to Nu, who was about to judge.

The horn rang.

The crowd shouted excitedly, it's about to start!

Trand sat, playing with the emerald pendant.

The audience cheered, and the waiting room was dark and smelled of rust.He is still waiting for news, not knowing which of the two options will work.If he is really forced to the last step, then he can only...

"It's time, hello." The guard knocked on the cage roughly, as if treating an animal waiting to be slaughtered.

"Sweetheart, be careful with your tone of voice..." Trand hugged the guard's waist intimately, and gently blew into his ear, "Don't forget, I'm still the head of the Imperial Royal Knights when I get out."

The guard immediately stiffened.

"Then, your armor..."

"No baby, I don't need it, the best defense for a strong man is his own martial arts."

Trander couldn't help worrying, where did the Duke go?He thought he could at least tell the Duke something before the trial.But it doesn't matter now, I can only gamble.

The cage opened, daylight at the end of darkness, and he walked toward the arena.This was almost the most tense moment for Trander, but it must not be overlooked... He had thought of thousands of ways to poison him, and avoided them one by one.He even held his breath when walking through unoccupied passages to prevent the enemy from setting up poisonous gas.

Finally, the sun shines on him.

Trand grinned and raised his sharp sword toward the sky——!

The crowd was immediately mobilized, cheering and applauding, shouting his name of Oasis Star.The pure-blooded nobleman gritted his teeth and stared fiercely at the thorn in his side and thorn in his flesh.

Trand sneered.

"O God, judge sinners here with your unruly and shining spear - Trande Muawia and Igor Feoldovita! Let the blood of the guilty be spilled, and the innocent perish glory."

The priest raised his arms and prayed loudly to the translucent crescent moon in the sky.

"Then, the inquisition begins—"

Everyone held their breath and stared at the brown-skinned man in the center of the arena.

First up is the lion.

Because according to the standard, Trand, who was born with a humble background, had to kill a beast before he was eligible to duel with Egg, who was a nobleman.

The animal cage was opened, and faint animal pupils emerged from the darkness.

The beast, which had been hungry all day, roared and walked towards the men in the arena.The lion opened its bloody mouth, and stinky saliva dripped down.

"Come on, cat, let me show you what a real man is." Trend raised his sword in excitement.

This is his old job.Since childhood, Trander has performed a duel with poisonous snakes in the market on the western plateau, risking his life to please those gold masters who are looking for excitement.Besides, a lion is much cuter than a cobra, fluffy, with a white mouth, like a man's balls, Trander would rather deal with a lion.Moreover, the lion is the symbol of the Coronet family. If he killed the lion in front of everyone, he would definitely drive that bastard old man to death.

Trand licked his lips, imagining Egg's heroics as he watched him slay the beast.

Ah, that's great.

This would be his moment, Trand knew.

"The first round of trials is over!"

It didn't take long for the priest to pronounce Trinde's victory, the horn sounded again, and the crowd reveled——

The lion's body fell to the ground, almost gutted, and the golden pupils froze.Flies flew, blood stained the sand.

Trand held up the sword of victory, and the lion's blood flowed down his strong wheat-colored arms and fell on his full and strong chest.Gold armbands were also dyed red.

Under the sun, the flesh seemed indestructible, being coated with a layer of olive oil.

The crowd was thirsty.

Trand saw his father's seat.Duke Coronet looked expressionless, and his beard was probably going to stand up with anger. It's really interesting!Trander smiled tenderly at his father, deliberately slit open the belly of the beast, cut off the lion's heart, and held it up high——

"I'm so strong, I'm really sorry." Trander smiled viciously, crushing the lion's heart.

"Damn!"

Several pure-blooded nobles almost stood up in anger, but Duke Coronet still did not change his face.

Then it's Egg next, as long as...

Suddenly, Trand felt something was wrong.

There is a sweet scent...

A sweet, dizzying smell permeates——

"what?"

Trander suddenly discovered that the smell was emanating from the lion's belly.He has a bad feeling.

From the lion's ripped maw flowed a half-digested lump of honey, and it was from there that the fragrance came.The smell was too mysterious. After smelling it for a while, Trander felt his body go numb at first, and then he felt dizzy.He wanted to pick up the sword, but almost staggered and fell to his knees.

The expressions on the faces of the nobles changed.

It's poison//drug!

"Damn it... to poison in this way...!"

Trand struggled to stand up, everyone looked at him, he couldn't fall down!Fortunately, this does not seem to be a fatal poison, otherwise the lion would have died long ago... But in the sweet smell, his body was paralyzed, and his hands and feet could hardly be controlled.It's likely that's what the Poisoner wanted: to make it easy for Egg to kill him.

Yes, Trand got it, that's what those people wanted.

They wanted to see him pinned to the ground by Egg like a sacrificial animal, pierced through the heart.

This completely interrupted his plan.

According to the original idea, it would be no problem for him to fight Egg for three days and three nights.The emperor will only watch the battle on the first day, and then he only needs to do a little bit to solve it.Or wait for "the moment" to interrupt the trial by combat.

But the premise of both is that they can delay enough time.

This time, Trand was out of control.

However, his Master Egg would not show mercy under any circumstances.Dignity of the Sibyls.

Bad, really bad.

His hands were shaking, and the poisonous sweet smell made him dizzy, and his body was about to lose control.

The trumpet sounded again—

Just as the sun was shining, the white iron gate opened, and a black-clothed knight walked out of it, arrogant and slender, like the embodiment of beauty and cruelty.

Ah, that was his death angel.

Compared with the poison//drug, what is more dangerous is the person's thin lips, the line of the waist, and the longing to be lifted by the smell of blood.

Trand licked his upper lip.