Chapter 800: Chapter 478 Hostage (Requesting Monthly Votes)
“He wants you to go to the Holy as a hostage?”
Clearspring didn’t hesitate for a second, “Impossible, I will absolutely not agree to this condition!”
“Agree to it, this is the best outco,”
Clearspring didn’t know that this was exactly Saros’s initial plan; he had sched everything and laid out such a route.
“Let them feel the strong potential of Clearspring, realize that I am the one causing all this,” Saros said, “Then, they will focus their attention on and target alone.”
“You planned from the start to sacrifice yourself?”
“Yes.”
Saros smiled, “Isn’t it good? To spare as many people as possible and let the hatred dissipate with my departure.”
“But you will die!”
Clearspring couldn’t accept such an outco, “The Emperor Candidate, that person, he rembers every slight, you’ve humiliated him, how could he possibly let you off?”
Clearspring’s worries were not unfounded, as the Emperor Candidate had a terrible reputation in the Miracle Mainland. If Saros fell into his hands, how could there be a good ending?
“It’s not him.”
Saros said, “If my guess is correct, I won’t beco a captive of the Emperor Candidate.”
“Not his captive?”
That she could even calculate this, had Clearspring not known Saros lacked the prophetic ability, she would have suspected him of being a Prophet.
That didn’t matter anymore, for Saros had achieved his vengeance and demonstrated his talent, and what the future held, he would leave to fate.
The Holy Empire, Imperial Capital Arland.
Shackled and with chains dangling, Saros dragged his two-handed hamr in front of him; this was the Holy Empire’s arena, an entertainnt venue for the nobility to relish in gladiatorial combat.
After the trial of the Holy Empire, Saros wasn’t deprived of his life, but was sentenced to life imprisonnt.
He would spend the rest of his days in this arena, or perish in one of the fights.
“Move faster!”
The Miracle Soldiers escorting them were unaware of Saros’s identity, and he was not the only one there; slaves from all over the world, war criminals, or ordinary people—they had them all.
But unlike Saros, who walked with his head held high, most were dejected, their fear and unease about death and permanent imprisonnt having already crushed them.
So cried, others wailed and pleaded, hoping for rcy.
But it was all in vain; the Holy Empire was never a gentle or kind nation. It was brutal, domineering, especially towards mortals. Once enslaved, one could only be seen as a number for the Upper Tier to dispose of at will.
“The arena.”
This was the first encounter between Saros and Shi Xiyu.
A piece of cake, made from the coarsest of rye, tasted and felt awful, but to the girl, it was as delectable as manna from heaven.
Of course, the initial contact wasn’t that simple.
Shi Xiyu was full of wariness and unease, not trusting Saros, fearful that he might hurt her.
But as they interacted little by little, the gentleness and care Saros showed eventually lted the anxious heart of the girl. He earned Shi Xiyu’s trust, becoming the only ray of sunshine for this 5-year-old girl in this dark world…
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