Chapter 88 - Preparations Part 3 (2/2)

Versailles and the Scorpion King appeared before a ginormous stark white colosseum spanning thousands of miles.

The colosseum was huge, larger than ten stadiums of the battle arenas combined, floating loftily above the cracked and fractured dull red ground. As it majestically floated in the air, a dignified aura of grandeur and solemnity emanated from its body, overwhelming and suppressing all individuals within its vicinity.

This stark white, majestic colosseum was the Grand Colosseum of Nar.

The location and stage of the final Battle of Wars, Battle of Kings.

”Master, are we...we planting poison here as well?”

The Scorpion King was practically trembling as he stuttered.

'What the Nar! Does Master want to plant poison in the Grand Colosseum as well? Truly daring! Is she really setting up a trap for her most hated enemy, or trying to get me killed? If any of the six supreme clans come to know about this scheme, I would be done for!'

He wanted to cry, but had no tears to shed, leaving him instead dry heaving as he tried to get himself together.

But the instant his gaze fell back on the colosseum, his mind went spiraling in panic again.

”Master, are we truly...truly planting poison here?”

”Why? Are you scared?”

”Scared? Me? No way! I am only worried for Master. If the other five supreme clans came to know about this scheme, for sure things are going to blow.”

The Scorpion King's beady eyes shifted from north to south, east to west, anywhere except towards the female riding on his back.

'Hmph! Am I brain dead to admit my cowardice before you, Master? Aren't you underestimating my brain size too much?'

He still remembered the instance where she labeled his brain as measly, secretly holding a grudge as he disdainfully snorted.

Versailles casually swept her flickering vision over the proud-looking scorpion, before shifting it towards the colossal structure, her impassive expression not revealing a trace of her emotions.

She was not in the mood to banter with the beast. There was too much occupying her mind at the moment.

After leaving the Erupting Volcanos Region, the two had gone to the other regions of the Battle of Wars.

They walked through the valley of Black Flames of Nightmare and entered the depths of the Soul Sundering Flame Pit, respectively leaving poison traps in each area.

The Black Flames of Nightmare was the battleground for the Battle of Courage, while the Soul Sundering Flame Pit was the region of the Battle of Ranks that proceeded to the Battle of Kings.

Normally, these four Battle of Wars were held separately with a great time interval between each.

However, due to the disagreement between the Supreme Elder of the Bloodsucking clan and Versailles in the Eternal Mountains Stadium of Battle Arenas, changes were made in proceedings this decade.

Now, Versailles was set to challenge the entire Nar realm races in the Battle of Wars beginning an ice night from now. There was no space for respite between each battle.

The races were not an issue for her, even confident in being able to defeat them without breaking a sweat.

However, the Supreme Elder was another matter.

Versailles was no longer the naïve serpentine from her previous life, to believe the vampire wouldn't scheme anything.

She fully trusted the bloodsucker to take a step outside of the agreement and try to hinder her or separate her from Ramose, which was why she was taking precautions and making so many preparations for his descent.

Three lifetimes of brutal endings were too severe of a lesson to underestimate or overlook the fierce determination of the beast.

And she would see to it that none of his schemes succeeded this time.

”Scorpion King, move! We don't have time to waste.”

”Yes, Master!”

The scorpion was naturally fearful for his life, but since he sincerely accepted the serpentine as his master, he was not hesitant in following her every word.

What will happen in the future, will happen. But as of now, he was determined to obey her every order to the last word.

Hopping, crawling, and skittering, the giant scorpion climbed his way onto the giant colosseum.

A long while later, when the region was enveloped in a foggy mist and frost covered the fractured lands and white structure, a giant scorpion laboriously crawled out from amidst a cluster of rubble.

The scorpion with a hideous head made his way out of the ground, a slender grey-clad figure sitting cross-legged on its back.

With its pincers continuously snapping, the scorpion hurried into the distance.

”Master, we are done now, right? We can go back?”

”Yes, we are done. We can go back for now. But I still have to return early the next warm morning for the Battle of Wit.”

”Ah! Right! Master, you will be taking part in the Battle of Wit, right? Since you are from the Snake clan, you will probably have it easy. I heard my minion mention that only one serpentine will be participating from the Snake clan. In fact, she will be going against the entire Nar race! I wonder who the idiotic serpentine is?”

”Oh, idiotic, is it? Scorpion King, are you tired of living? You dare to call me idiotic to my face?”

”Me, call you idiotic, Master? No way! It is not...like you...are...ssss...Master, are you that serpentine?”

The shriek was so loud, it reverberated in the open landscape.