The thick night is like a curtain covering, crescent moon hanging high in the sky, bright moonlight shining in the forest makes the shadows of the trees even more mottled, and strange sounds come from the not-so-dense woods, and huge silver spiders jump past the woods.

"Alice, what is the death sport tower like?" Roger held the handle to control the direction, and the silver lid above his head was opened. Alice sat on the silver lid that was turned over, her legs shook lightly at the bright crescent moon in the air. The moonlight shone on her body with a particularly desolate and a special charm. These two temperaments strangely mixed into one on her body.

Roger wanted to ask her to sit beside him, but the narrow cab could not accommodate two people. Roger could only endure the delicate feet that swayed from time to time on his head.

When talking about the death fighting tower, Alice's eyes shone with a different brilliance, she curled the corner of her mouth with her dagger: "Interesting place",

She licked Hongyan's lips.

Roger was secretly surprised. What kind of heart is hidden under her cold appearance?

There is only three kilometers away from Sloke and the Death Fighting Tower, but these three kilometers create two completely different environments.

Sloch symbolizes freedom and peace. Even the Holy Light Church cannot interfere, and the Knights Templar cannot arrest prisoners at Sloch without authorization.

The Holy Light Church, whose full name is "The Holy Angels' Light Church", is the only Light of Faith in the Atlantis continent. The missionaries of the Holy Light Church are distributed in every corner of the mainland. There is no city or family that dares to violate the will of the Holy Light Church.

The Death Fighting Tower, which is just a stone's throw away from Sloke, is also not controlled by the Holy Light Holy Church. In fact, no one can control this tower. If the Holy Light Holy Church is a righteous faith, then the Death Fighting Tower is an evil faith that is extremely opposite to it.

It is a paradise for murderers, prostitutes, and warriors, and a hell for them to bury.

The Death Fighting Tower is a lonely existence, just like its geographical location, surrounded by mountains on both sides and rivers on one side. Only the west can lead to Slok. Other directions are dead ends. Only this tower has stood in the wind and rain for a long time, and is not stingy to accept those death row prisoners, war criminals, militants and prostitutes who have experienced difficulties and difficulties, crossed mountains and ridges.

Roger looked back and saw that the smell of animals in the woods seemed to be mixed, snakes, wild dogs, sparrows...

Alice jumped off the silver demon with one hand, and Roger also crawled out of the silver demon with a black box on his back. He raised his head to look at the towering death fighting sport tower. The tower looked very shabby, as if it had been through a long time, but standing in front of him gave people an indescribable sense of intimidation, and a bloody smell came to his face.

"The tower is 2,342 meters high and 210 meters in diameter, an amazing building," Roger exclaimed.

Based on the area cast by moonlight, he quickly calculated the height and diameter of the Death Fighting Tower, which is probably the tallest building in the Atlantis continent.

Alice glanced at him and had to say that his talent was very attractive.

"What is that?", her eyes moved to the black box behind Roger.

"Uh..." Roger hesitated whether to tell her, although he was willing to believe Alice, this black box could be related to his life.

Not only does it affect his life, but even Oris, Lolita and even the entire Kologa Island may be threatened by this black box. This is by no means an exaggeration. The mainland has zero tolerance for the existence of puppet masters.

Alice did not make him embarrassed, and walked straight into the death fighting stunt tower. Roger trotted and followed: "Alice, please forgive my difficulties. I will tell you when the time is right."

Alice didn't even ask a word. The two walked into the somewhat gloomy death fighting sport tower. There was no guard outside the door, and there was no sound even when they entered the tower. It was not until they walked through the first five-meter-long passage that a huge door appeared. Two tall men outside the door stood like an iron tower.

Alice took out a red number plate from her pocket and threw it over. The man with a thorny muscle on the left nodded and pressed his hands on the door and pushed open the closed door.

"Yeah, it's the cute Miss Alice. Is this cute little devil your friend?" There was no bloody scene that Roger expected. There was only a man with sunglasses sitting on the rattan chair with priority. In front of him was a huge competitive platform. Roger roughly estimated that the diameter of the competitive platform was about twenty meters.

There were small rooms around the athletic table. Roger roughly counted the floor with about fifty stairs on the north side.

Alice said: "Roger, the newcomer to the fighting sport tower",

The man with sunglasses smiled gracefully, "The one who can make Miss Alice speak must be the newcomer worth looking forward to." On the table in front of him was a glass of bright red liquid, which was wine, but Roger could smell the blood inside, and blood was added to the glass of wine.

The men's heavy breathing sounds and women's wives also came from the room next to them. Occasionally, a sexy girl walked past the door knocking on the room and posed for a stunning posture. Naturally, a rough man opened the door and stuffed a few silver coins into their chests and carried them into the room.

"Roger, my name is Zero. The rules of the fighting skills tower are very simple. Newcomers live on the first floor. You can get a gold coin if you win a game. For every ten games you win, you can enter the next floor." He snapped his fingers: "Of course, the prize money for winning each floor is different. The first floor is the lowest, and every upper floor will be added. This tower has fine wine, food, and beauties from all over the place. You can enjoy it as long as you win. If you like the male style, we will satisfy you. This tower has everything you can imagine."

"But those are not the most attractive things here," Zero shook his finger: "The most attractive thing here is privilege, which can control the lives of the towers and the resources in the towers."

"The life of the loser who has not won a game belongs to the winner. The winner can handle the loser at will. It is a very exciting rule, right?"

Privileges, the game of defeaters and victors, this is the rule that attracts many warriors to the death fighting sport tower, and it is also what really attracts Roger.

He looked at the watch: "All the matches are after twelve o'clock, and the people living in the tower participate at least one match every three days. Those who are just for killing and money can choose the time and interval of the matches themselves."

Just for killing and money? Roger exclaimed. Is Alice really just for killing and money?

"I have a few questions, Mr. Zero," Roger said.

Zero said: "Please say, Mr. Roger",

"How many floors are there in the Death Fighting Tower?"

"Floor 126, Mr. Roger, if you can enter the 125th floor, it will be the 'deputy lord' of this tower. The prisoners, militants, fanatics, and prostitutes in this tower will all belong to you. It's a very attractive picture, isn't it? Mr. Roger"

Roger laughed and said, "It's very attractive, but why does it take a hundred and twenty-five floors, not one hundred and twenty-six floors?"

Zero laughed: "Mr. Roger, as long as you have enough strength, of course you can enter the 126th floor, but...", he shook his finger: "No one has done it so far."

Roger nodded: "Mr. Zero, thank you for your commentary."

Zero shrugged: "The rooms to the south on the left are still empty, you can choose any room, all of which are locked, because our rule is to allow private fights, or to accept private fights, so I hope Mr. Roger has the ability to protect himself, just like the beautiful Miss Alice, she has already entered the tenth floor."

"In fact, you can enjoy the beauty of this tower by just entering the eighth floor, hahahaha..."

"Every room has detailed rules for the Death Fighting Tower. Mr. Roger, you still have half an hour to rest. Soon this tower will be staged with its own excitement."

At this point, Alice took out the pass and handed it to Roger and walked upstairs alone.
Chapter completed!