Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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"Long live!"

"yeah!"

As soon as everyone stepped out of the gate, a huge wave of sound suddenly poured out like a tidal wave, almost shaking the entire arena.

The sound wave surged in like a visible torrent. Latis's eyebrows shot up instantly. Without thinking, he stepped forward and stood in front of everyone, bulging his muscles and, like an icebreaker, bravely split the sound wave in two with his body.

The sound waves, comparable to the aura of a monster lord, continued to surge. Latis raised his head and snorted coldly, slowly walking forward into the sound waves. Then he finally heard a passionate introduction, like that of a host.

"...Look! The new challengers have bravely accepted our welcome. What a group of young and spirited challengers they are! Let's give them even more enthusiastic praise and let them see our passion! Let's hear the applause!"

The increasingly surging sound waves gradually increased their power, but Latis, who had already adapted to the pressure, was no longer worried about the attack of these loose sound waves. He lightly patted his sleeve, looked up at the crowded audience, grinned, and waved his hand to signal to the audience amidst their astonished expressions.

"My God, look at this challenger! What is he doing? Is he provoking us? He's acting so relaxed! Even the previous champions have never shown this side of himself! Fools of the Colosseum, we must show them our strength! In this arena, we, the audience, are the most supreme beings!"

The round, short ladybug host stood on a high platform next to the audience seats, shouting loudly into a megaphone-like device in its hand. It waved its hands like a conductor, its passionate saliva spraying out like a showerhead, as it loudly proclaimed:

"In this arena of fools, all challengers are slaves to fame and fortune! But we—the spectators who will bestow fame and fortune upon them—are the true gods! If they want fame, we'll give them the eternal title of champion; if they want fortune, we'll give them an inexhaustible supply of lucky coins! So these challengers must also know that we are…"

The host suddenly sensed something was wrong. Looking down at the audience who had inexplicably stopped cheering, the host unconsciously lowered the volume of its calls to action. Puzzled, it scratched its head, turned around following the audience's gaze, and muttered through the megaphone:

"You bedbugs, why are you suddenly not cooperating... What the hell?!"

A piercing scream rang out along with the whistling sound of a horn hitting the ground. The host, seeing Latis appear behind him without warning, instantly collapsed to the ground, cold sweat pouring down his face, and cried out:

"This platform is forty or fifty meters high! How did you get up here?! No... wait! Challengers are not allowed to leave the height limit of the arena! Someone come quick, arrest him and await his fate!"

"I didn't come here to take on this ridiculous challenge."

Latis shook his head, bent down, lifted the host's collar, grinned, and said:

"I have a few questions for you about Radiance and the Moth Warriors, so I need to see your leaders. As for why they should see me..."

He pulled out his last copper coin, worth only one coin, from his pocket, flicked his finger, and the coin shot out with a whoosh, instantly tracing a precise arc. To the astonishment of all the spectators, it knocked down the top gold coin from the pile of scattered coins, landing directly on the very top of the pile.

Latis didn't turn around to look at his masterpiece, but smiled casually as if he had done something very ordinary:

"Since money can open the arena's gates, surely spending a little more money to open the door to your manager's office shouldn't be a problem, right?"

The host stared tremblingly at the conspicuous bronze coin atop the pile of money, swallowed hard, and looked up at Latis.

That seemingly insignificant flick could travel dozens of meters and land accurately on the pile of money... The host strongly suspected that if he dared to say "no," the man in front of him might just flick a clump of dirt off his body and shoot him in the back, killing him instantly...

In all its years of history, this is the first time a challenger has dared to directly challenge the authority of the Colosseum's officials in front of so many spectators. Even the former champions have never done so. Has this man eaten the gall of a bear and the heart of a leopard, or...?

Sooner or later, we'll show him the power of the Colosseum!

The host forced an awkward smile, picked up the megaphone from the stage, coughed a few times dryly, and said in a pale voice:

"Distinguished audience, please allow me to introduce our new esteemed guest to our manager...hehe..."

It put down its trumpet, chuckled awkwardly twice, stood up, and gave Latis an awkward gesture of invitation. Then it unfolded its round carapace, stretched out its wings, and flew down shakily.

Latis stroked his chin, glanced at the megaphone at his feet, and looked around the arena from the high platform. Suddenly recalling the announcer's words, he murmured with some curiosity:

"Fools...the Colosseum?"

He looked in the direction the host was flying, put his hands in his pockets, stepped on the edge of the platform, and jumped straight down.

……

……

"Manager, we have a distinguished guest requesting an audience."

A heavy knock was heard on the door, and after a moment of silence, a hoarse, oily sound came from inside:

"come in."

crunch--

The doors swung open, and the host nervously wiped the sweat from his brow, bowed slightly to Latis, and said:

"Sir, please come in. The manager is waiting for you inside."

"Ok."

Latis nodded, watching the host slowly walk away, and suddenly frowned in confusion.

He took half a step forward, glanced briefly at the dimly lit office space, which seemed to be filled with a faint wisp of smoke, thought for a moment, and then turned to his teammates and said:

"I'm going to talk to that manager. You guys wait for me outside."

The group exchanged somewhat solemn glances. Jennifer whispered, "Lazi, be careful. After all, this is the place where even the former Radiance team won the championship under the rules. There might be something fishy going on here."

“Yes, the monsters here also give me a strange feeling,” Holnet said in a low voice. “Judging from the appearance of the monsters in the audience, they don’t seem very natural. Monsters are unlikely to stay in their seats obediently for long.”

"And the light here."

Snyder subconsciously tugged at Latis's sleeve and said, "It's bright here, but there's no sense of light..."

After listening to his teammates' words, Latis pondered for a moment and said:

"I see."

He turned and walked into his office, closing the door behind him.

……

……

boom!

Astin opened his eyes, glanced at the empty water ladle beside him, shook his slightly damp sleeves, and stood up.

The food delivery slot had already closed with the sound of hinges turning, which meant that today's "chatting time" was over, and what remained was a long and quiet night.

However, tonight holds special significance for him.

He stood quietly for a few minutes, and then the stone door of the cell in front of him opened silently and slowly. A masked, stern disciple, radiating a faint light, stood at the door watching him.

Astin and the white-robed disciple exchanged glances for a moment, recognizing the disciple as the former knight. Astin did not attempt to speak, but instead, like the other disciples, silently walked out of the cell, stood beside the white-robed disciple, watched the cell door close again, and together they walked towards the cell exit.

Astin knew that this disciple was preparing to give him an answer and explanation, as he had promised during the day.

At this moment that should have been exciting and exhilarating, Astin moved forward like a cold machine, barely making a sound as each step created pressure between his soles and the floor. Under such footsteps, even the friction between his soles and the floor became barely audible, and the sound of his footsteps was even lighter than the breeze in the holy city.

The white-robed disciple glanced back at Astin, then silently walked to the end of the corridor. After turning several corners, he climbed the stairs leading to the top of the battlements.

Astin narrowed his eyes slightly. He had been lurking in the Holy City for several months as a disguised white-robed disciple, and he knew the directions of these roads very well. The battlements were open spaces, and there were basically no guards at night. Moreover, any movement would not travel far through the spacious underground passages, making it a very suitable place for secret conversations.

It seems he really wanted to tell himself some answers...

Astin breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, loosening the grass sword hidden in his sleeves, but then his gaze darkened slightly as he looked at the white-robed disciple's back.

A short while later, the two emerged from the stairwell and arrived at the battlements.

The night breeze blew gently, and the absence of the daytime hustle and bustle made people feel particularly relaxed and refreshed.

Astin's gaze swept to the right across the countless steps in the center of the holy city of Romnia, and the sanctuary at the very top. In the bright moonlight, the long steps in the center of the holy city looked even more imposing than during the day.

He looked at the white-robed disciple standing not far away and asked:

What do you want to tell me?

The white-robed disciple turned to look at Astin, removed his mask to reveal the neck that Astin had stabbed during the day, and asked:

What do you want to ask?

Astin pondered for a moment, then asked:

Why did you become the White-Robed Disciple?

"That's a rather difficult question to answer." The white-robed disciple gazed up at the night sky for a long time, then sighed and said:

"Then let me show you what it's like."

He approached Astin, and under Astin's wary gaze, he raised his hand and placed it on Astin's shoulder, whispering:

"Light, please awaken."

A burst of light suddenly emanated from the white-robed disciple's palm. He gently clasped his hands together, glanced at Astin's hands poised to strike, and calmly placed his palms near Astin's ears.

"?"

Astin frowned. He had thought the white-robed disciple was going to attack him, but it turned out to be something so inexplicable. He opened his mouth, about to ask a question, when he suddenly heard a series of overlapping murmurs.

"Help me—"

"The light is dying..."

The world is about to be plunged into darkness again...

Become a torch!

A look of pain flashed across Astin's face. He quickly took a step back, shook his head violently, and then frowned as he looked at the white-robed disciple who had spread his hands in an innocent gesture. He muttered:

"That's all? What is all this garbage?!"

"Just as you heard," the white-robed disciple said, extinguishing the ball of light in his hand and letting out a long sigh.

"The light is calling for our help."

"..."

Astin was silent for a moment, then asked, "Did all the white-robed disciples become disciples for this reason?"

"Mostly, yes." The white-robed disciple crossed his arms, leaned down to look at the quiet streets of the holy city, and said:

"After responding to the cry for help from the light, they had to endure the never-ending murmurs, which would only be quiet at night, when the disciples could finally rest. During the day, they had to expend a great deal of energy to maintain their mental stability..."

"As for me, it's probably because I used to be a knight in the Holy City of Promia, so my physical condition is better and I can withstand these delirious words more easily."

"...What kind of help am I asking for?!"

As he listened, Astin couldn't help but complain. He frowned deeply and said to the white-robed disciple:

"We are just ordinary people. Even if an emergency occurs, it is the light that saves us, not the other way around!"

"maybe."

The white-robed disciple shrugged noncommittally and said:

"Actually, after impulsively responding to this call for help, I gradually came to understand that light should not be a tangible thing. On the contrary, it is a spirit. If humanity does not give up the virtues in its heart, then it will exist forever... As for the thing that is now rooted in my mind, I guess it is just some will parasitizing in the light."

"Wait, you mean it's not that light itself has developed a will, but rather that some will has parasitized light?" Astin asked, somewhat shocked. "What could possess such an ability?"

"Of course, it's those who utilize the light."