In front of the light of judgment, the walls of the theater fell apart, but then, they began to be repaired quickly.

The majestic and hot light of judgment was bound in the theater, and it was difficult to wear out...

Even the outermost curtain hanging in front of the stands could not be penetrated, and then it disintegrated for the turbulent source and disappeared without a trace.

Huai Shi stood there in a daze.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Huai Shi."

The face that was penetrated by Bethibu opened and closed, and the voice still made: "After the calculation of the Ivy, as long as the holy marks of five members of the troupe are supported, you cannot use that weapon to break the 'Golden Palace' from the inside."

As he spoke, his face quickly recovered and healed, and returned to its original state.

Not even a single hair fell out.

Still calm.

"By the way, before the next scene begins, all attacks on the actors will be punished... Look, the audience is angry."

Above the stands, the sky was filled with boiling.

He angrily scolded this rude person who had acted violently after breaking into the stage.

As soon as he finished speaking, a thunder fell from the sky without warning and landed on Huai Shi's arm. Huai Shi didn't even react, and the hand holding the gun lost consciousness.

After a long time, the uncontrollable pain spread out from under the cracked skin, causing him to stagger for a moment and breathe violently.

And just between Pan Delong's white hair, a faint edge appeared.

It seems to be a crown made of withered orchard leaves, dotted with gold and jewelry, but it has lost its former color and glory.

Dream of the Golden Palace.

The border relics from Rome, the last creation left by a tyrannical king in history, is a "golden palace" that matches the troupe!

After combining its existence, the effect caused by the combination of holy marks actually reached the category of miracle engraving.

Modify reality and create miracles.

Just like the grace and traces left by the gods.

"Don't waste your energy, Mr. Huai Shi."

Pan Delong said indifferently: "We will not be stupid enough to fight you in close combat, nor will we take any wind for victory. For us, just entangling you is enough..."

Enduring the pain caused by the healing of wounds on the arm and the growth of flesh and blood, Huai Shi grinned and mocked: "I thought you were trying hard to do what you really had no dreams?"

Everyone looked at him indifferently, no one responded.

Even the colonel with the hottest temper did not speak.

I just looked at Huai Shi with all my attention, without any slackness, as if I was facing a great enemy.

"What we performed for you next is a legendary epic adventure and an immortal tragedy!"

Pan Delong held up his cane, looking around the audience in the stands, and announced passionately: "Cheer, everyone, the wonderful story is about to begin!

Cheer, everyone, this is the noble crystallization presented by the real warriors to everyone!

Please continue to enjoy it below”

"Spartacus!"

At that moment, Isabella opened her mouth and sang in a vocal voice, and the perfect soprano sang the prelude to the classical tragedy.

The world on the stage shook, everything changed, Huai Shi's eyes were filled with tears, as if she had fallen into the abyss, but then he stood firm again.

In the sudden dizziness, he looked around in shock.

Everything is completely different.

In an instant, it changed from a theater to a colosseum. After the towering walls, countless audiences were shouting excitedly.

However, Huai Shi's skin quickly became dark and turned into sun-dried bronze. All the equipment on her body disappeared without a trace, she was ragged, like a slave, looking around in a daze.

Around him, the frost giants were also shrinking rapidly, becoming the size of ordinary people. Like Huai Shi, they had a undressed head and a little burly, losing the frost wind and ice armor.

Soon, Huai Shi discovered... his holy mark disappeared!

With the constant sound of ping-pong.

The heavy hammer, sharp axe blade, sacrificial sword, spear, chains... fell from him one after another and fell to the ground. Except for the wolf head above the hammer head, there was no magic.

It became an ordinary weapon that was just much harder.

"Help, I'm cracking and cracking..."

Betzebu screamed in horror at his waist, and he quickly turned from a modern weapon to a ragged crossbow.

The effort shook a little.

I can't say anything anymore.

All foreign objects that do not match the background have been corrected, and everything has been pulled into the overhead world formed by the troupe... Taking the Dream of the Golden Palace as the stage, the six troupe members once again unfold the legendary story.

Forcibly pushed Huaishu poem into it.

The endless battle is about to begin!

At this moment, in front of Huai Shi, the dying gladiator was dying and struggling with difficulty.

"Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!!!"

In the stands, the audience who transformed into Roman citizens shouted excitedly, waved their fists, and urged extremely enthusiastically: "Kill it! Spartacus! Kill that bastard!!!"

Lila kept throwing it from above and landing on Huai Shi's shoulders.

"I am...Spartacus?"

Huai Shi looked up in shock and looked at the audience, and suddenly realized what was going on. But the invisible power was attached to him, forcing him to lift his sword and aim it at the enemy in front of him.

The prelude to killing...

This is the fate of Spartacus.

A violent dizziness and trance suddenly came, and the huge theater began to modify Huai Shi's consciousness and memory, making him accept the fate that was close to him.

However, he returned in front of those suddenly raised pupils!

"wrong"

Huai Shi raised her head with difficulty, stared at them, and said softly: "I am not Spartacus, I am not your gladiator..."

A broken sound rang out from above Huai Shi's sword blade.

The dagger suddenly broke.

The shape changes rapidly, forming an ancient and incomplete sword blade, emitting a faint glow.

Just above his head, a crown of light intertwined suddenly appeared, forcing it into the prelude to the tragedy and shine brightly.

Under the light, the invisible power that controlled Huai Shi disappeared without a trace.

"I am Huai Shi."

At that moment, Huai Shi raised her head and told them: "Prince of Paradise, Huai Shi!"

The sword of virtue lights up.

The sonorous sword sound suddenly spread, tore the suppression of the Golden Theater, and made everything that was modified return to its original appearance!

The frost wind swept through, and the frost giants shrouded in ice and iron once again pulled out their heavy axe blades, showing their burly and huge bodies, and roaring to the sky!

The script was destroyed.

The tragedy comes to an abrupt end

"Sorry, I'm a drama bully."

Huai Shi grinned, smiled at the highest point of the Colosseum, and shook her head mockingly: "This kind of plot that will destroy my idol's image must be modified."

Everything stagnated in an instant.

At the highest point of the Colosseum, Pan Delong's figure appeared and looked down indifferently.

"Did you? I didn't expect that this title would actually have the power to correct the Golden Palace... But unfortunately, if it's just this level, it might not be enough."

As he said that, he waved his hand gently.

The gates of the Colosseum opened with a loud bang, and huge beasts and majestic figures walked out of them, as well as a fully armed legion... they could not see the end or the edge.

It's like, endless...

A low singing began, the soprano sang in the void, and there were low men singing together. The holy marks belonging to the troupe were running on this narrow stage, making all the illusory faces more and more real, and also making the heroes' eyes burst out with real light.

"Spartacus' script continues. Let's skip the annoying lines and plots and go straight to the most exciting part."

Pan Delong said coldly: "Mr. Huai Shi, your final battle has begun."

Huai Shi was already stunned.

As if incredible, listening to the song echoing in my ears, my eyebrows slowly raised.

"opera?"
To be continued...