Sleepy Beasts (Folk Tales)

The Colosseum, a bloody place where there is no loss or win, only life or death! Rows of spectators are the magnates or the "rich." They came here only to satisfy their animalistic desires. Cruelty, blood; gambling, money...

Maybe because there are so many ghosts here, the sky here is always gloomy. The huge circular Colosseum was sunken into the ground, and on the walls around it were eight doors closed by iron bars, six or seven meters high enough for people and beasts to pass through, and behind the doors was a dark and deep corridor. The ground of the fighting arena had no patterns, only pieces of miserable red blood spots, telling what had happened here, large pieces of blood stained the ground here, and the smell of blood in the air could not be dissipated for a long time...

The regular visitors here are nothing more than some so-called nobles, and the playthings in the field, there are beasts of prey, there are also people, that is slaves, captive slaves! The rules here are as simple as no, the winner lives, the loser dies!

In the noise, an iron gate rose, and a man dressed in simple leather armor, with a spear in his right hand and a shield in his left, slowly stepped out of the dark corridor. His armor was torn in many places, there were beast claws, pierced spears, and most conspicuously a beast claw scar in front of him that had not yet healed, and the wound looked so shocking on his explosive muscles. He had no expression, only blood in his eyes, and a hint of helplessness...

He has no name, only a number, called "ш", he is a fighting machine that has been cultivated since childhood, said to be cultivated, he is just the only living among a group of people, and his master must be the strongest. And he, stepping on the bones of those people, survived. He won, he survived, and finally became a fighter, said to be a fighter, but in fact it was just a plaything in the eyes of others... He had killed sixty-four people in one fell swoop, and for this reason those people also called him the "Meat Grinder Fighter".

As soon as he appeared, the audience on the stage shouted like crazy "Meat grinder!" ”。 His face was calm, only the corner of his right mouth was slightly raised. They are so "supportive", "loving" and "respecting" ш, it is nothing more than betting on him. They were born with a golden spoon and had human rights, while ш was only the child of a slave, and his father died on the ground beneath his feet...

At this moment, four more doors were raised, and from them came about a hundred and twenty men, who, like ш, were dressed in leather armor but were dilapidated, holding spears but no shields.

"Crush them!" I don't know who shouted, and the audience on the stage also shouted. ш knew that the goal of the more than a hundred people was to kill themselves, and only one person could survive in the end of this chaotic fight, and only by killing them could he continue to "live". The hundred or so men quickly surrounded ш in the middle of the field, their sharp spears pointing directly at ш, and as soon as ш moved, they would flock up.

The field was instantly filled with the smell of gunpowder and emitted a terrifying smell of blood, ш looked at them indifferently, pointing his spear at one by one in the crowd, emitting the breath of a beast, and his fierce eyes were like the brilliant stars in the sky, and like the anger of the gods, he despised the so-called human beings in the stands. Yes, he was contemptuous, he despised the bloody and cruel rules here, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't know where his limits were, and maybe this time, his resolute body would be torn to shreds. He walked all the way, with blood behind him, and he could only survive with his bloody brutality. His so-called, even ridiculous, reputation was saved from the corpse of a weak man. Because, the weak here, have no right to survive!

Up to now, ш can't know if he still has the so-called humanity, perhaps the brutal killing and the thick smell of blood have long blinded his originally clean and clear eyes; Perhaps the shouts in the stands gave rise to an inexplicable arrogance and ridiculous arrogance in his heart.

The hundred or so people slowly moved closer to ш, ш had no fear, pointed a spear at one of them, and the thick smell of blood on his body frightened the man to take a step back, but the man pretended to be calm: "Kill him, we can live!" But he didn't move himself. Because he knew that even if he killed the meat grinder in the center, in this battle, only one person could go out alive! His words are nothing more than encouraging others to be cannon fodder...

However, the field fell into an awkward silence, leaving only the shouts of blood boiling in the surrounding stands that sounded like blood boiling but were actually extremely cold-blooded. The chilling silence lasted for a moment, and ш suddenly rushed toward the man he was referring to, who was frightened, stepped back, and sat on the ground.

"Ah!" The man let out a heart-rending scream, and his face was expressionless, and he pierced the man's heart with a spear. Then, the long hair was pulled out, and the blood flowed continuously, and the man's chest also spewed out a beautiful fountain of yin rainbow color, and the blood was stabbed on the body of ш, which made him look even more vicious.

ш felt a warmth on his face, and then saw a corpse on the ground that was gradually becoming cold. His eyes gradually turned red, his breathing became heavy, and although there was a hint of struggle in his eyes, it quickly became cold.

The rest of the people looked at each other, not knowing who was leading them towards ш. ш stepped on the flesh-and-blood corpse, turned back to squint at those who rushed over, said it was a rush, in fact, the speed was very slow, everyone avoided rushing in the first. ш The cold gaze of the hellfire made them timid, and everyone shivered...

"Kill him, are we going to be killed by him like those people?" "Yes, so many of us, we must be able to kill him!" ...... There are constantly similar words in the crowd. Some people also began to attack ш, but they seemed to have some scruples, did not dare to fight head-on, but tried their best to hide behind others, which made ш like a wolf into the flock, for a while to go freely.

"Poof" ш sent the spear in his hand into the body of the last person, and the sound of the spear tip tearing the flesh was small but clear. Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, ш fell to his knees weakly, he did not dare to think that there were so many living lives lost in his hands, his heart was inexplicably uncomfortable, but the feeling was fleeting. In order for him to survive, the weak must die! After such a long time of fighting, he was really exhausted...

"Did he win again?" "Yes, boss, more than a hundred people were killed by him." "He, these victories of his can make us lose a lot of money!" "Yes boss, now more and more people are betting on him, we have a lot of losses!" "He's just finished fighting, now is the best time, you know what to do!" "To get him?" "Do you still want me to teach you this?" "Yes, I'll do it!" In the dim light, a man with his back to the door hid in the shadows, and after the next person stepped back, only his sharp and debauched laughter remained in the vast room, which was creepy...

The arena was quiet, with only spectators in the stands shouting, their blood boiling with blood shouting "Meat grinder!" "Most of the people had bet on him, and even the people who hadn't bet on him were shouting in unison, and they were shocked. ш was still on his knees, blood dripping down his face and arms, was this his blood? It should be those of those, the weak. No one came to get ш back, and he didn't know why.

"Click-click-click-click-" Another iron door was raised, and the slightly rusty gear collision made a tooth-aching friction sound. The dark corridor suddenly lit up with bright green dots of light, that came from hellish cold, grumble, even if ш's heart was cold, he couldn't help but feel a little chill.

Gradually, a trembling head spat out in the darkness, surrounded by thick mane, brown-yellow sideburns shining, with a hint of blood in between, the eye sockets and corners of the mouth blackened, the huge mouth slightly open, revealing dagger-like sharp teeth, its pupils were erect nearly diamond-shaped ovals, and its dark yellow eyes had wild patterns. Its muscles were beating with each step of its climb, and if you looked closely, you could find the red blood color in the corners of his mouth and the soles of his feet. It is estimated that it has just been full, and now it has the strength to do so. This is a lion full of animal nature!

ш was still kneeling in a pool of blood, either because he could have smelled blood or had spotted this weaker human being than him. It crawled slowly towards ш, and ш had to stand up, reluctantly. ш Held spears and shields "tightly" in both hands, and his eyes were fixed on this fierce beast, he had nowhere to escape, and he did not have the extra strength to escape. Maybe there is no word retreat in his dictionary at all! If in his heyday, he didn't care about this terrible monster, but now, he had to fight desperately, he knew that he might not be far from death, and the simple murderous mind did not understand why another lion had appeared...

The lion circled ш and looked at ш, because it smelled more bloody killing in this human than it did, and it looked at it carefully. Soon, it finally found that the human in front of him was already the end of the crossbow, and it hesitated for a moment and pounced on ш!

ш was already exhausted, where did he have the strength to fight this lion? At first, his spear and shield were thrown away by the lion. After a while, he was pressed by the lion under his claws, unable to move...

The lion seemed to be playing with ш, and it looked at ш playfully, and it pressed ш with its powerful lion claws, leaving him no room for escape, but did not kill him immediately.

ш was making a final struggle, and he pounded the granite muscles of the lion with his weak hands until his hands were covered in blood, and ш gradually despaired and stopped struggling.

The lion found ш helpless abandonment, and its razor-like claws pressed on ш's chest protruded from the soft flesh little by little, and little by little stabbed into ш's chest, and blood rushed out, staining the hair on the lion's claws red. Those on the stage who did not bet on ш let out a frantic cry: "Eat him!" "A moment ago they were shocked by the feat of the ш meat grinder, and now...

ш felt the pain of the muscles in his chest slowly tearing apart, he could not bear this humiliation, he bit his tongue with both teeth and bit it off with force, he gradually lost his breath...

The lion saw that ш had stopped moving, or lost interest, and because it could not eat, it left ш's body and wandered in the field, perhaps trying to escape, and it kept looking at the spectators in the stands, issuing a low, provocative roar.

An iron gate was opened again, and five uniformed trainers appeared in the corridor with long whips, and they had come to drive the lions back. The lion stared at the five men, and without hesitation, it rushed to them, letting the whip draw on his body, leaving a trail of blood, and he pounced on one of them, knocked him to the ground, and bit off his throat...

When the lion slapped the last man's ribs with its powerful claws, the ribs of the segment penetrated into the heart. There were five more corpses in the field, corpses all over the field, it walked among the cold corpses, looked up at the individual on the stage, and let out a deafening lion roar, it was not willing to be trapped!

The lion constantly demonstrated to the people with its roar, and even once it almost rushed to the stands, and a group of animal trainers came to tame it, but it was also killed by it...

"Boss, what to do?" "Can't you take it?" "Yes, we can't drive it back..." "Then kill it, a beast!" "Yes!" The person in the shadows before was now sitting on a luxurious sofa in the stands, holding a wine glass in his right hand, and the dark red in the glass did not know whether it was red wine or human blood...

The lion was still roaring, trying to rush to the stands, but it kept failing, and it kept trying until a two- or three-meter crossbow arrow pierced its body...

The lion was lying in the middle of the field, a terrifying crossbow arrow penetrating its abdomen, and the tip of the crossbow reflected a dark purple light, which must have been coated with deadly poison! The lion now seemed so helpless, its vitality was disappearing little by little, it became weak little by little, it looked helplessly at the individual on the stage, its vision slowly blurred. Finally, it saw the man sitting on the couch, the man who took a sip of the red liquid in the cup, and the corners of his mouth kept rising...