Standing beside him, Vujicic seized the opportunity to flatter him, saying, "There's a saying that goes, 'A chicken can sometimes fly higher than an eagle, but it can never soar through the sky like the latter.'"
Looking at the two, one a king and the other a minister, praising and flattering each other, Queen Maeve said irritably, "The gladiatorial contest isn't over yet."
Conchierber waved his hand with a smile: "We've already fought this far, what miracle could possibly happen?"
After saying this, the king lowered his head and said in a voice only he could hear, "It seems that thing is no longer needed."
"Look!" Queen Maeve's sudden exclamation drew the attention of the others.
On the battlefield, the other gladiators huddled in a corner, moving with their backs against the wall while defending against the tortoise formation's attacks. But one of them broke away from the group and ran in the opposite direction.
Conchierber, his hands gripping the railing of the stands, slowly lost his smile and muttered, "It's that Boyle."
Todd leaped out of the gladiators' shield wall, dodging the arrows and javelins aimed at him, and ran along the base of the wall. To everyone's surprise, his destination was the winch frame of the lifting gate.
Reaching the winch, Todd swung his giant axe and chopped hard at the chains on the winch.
Sparks flew everywhere, iron filings flew in all directions, and the noise was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire venue.
“What the hell is that bastard trying to do?!” Conchierber stood up and shouted hysterically.
Queen Maeve's eyes sparkled: "I don't know, but what he's about to do is going to be very interesting."
With the help of his enhanced strength, Todd cut through the two loops and successfully removed the chains from the winch.
With the chains strapped to his body, Todd ran at full speed toward the two sides fighting, shouting, "Cotton!"
The Mountain Giant, shield in both hands, ran out from among the gladiators, watching Todd approach him.
The latter estimated the distance, untied the iron chain from his body, and threw one end of it forcefully toward Cotton.
The Mountain-Splitting Giant grabbed one end of the chain, roared, and began to run.
He and Todd, one clockwise and the other counterclockwise, ran in circles around Ulster's tortoise formation, their chains tightly bound to the shields, binding all the soldiers in the entire battle formation together.
One person possessed supernatural strength, while the other was born with brute force. The two pulled hard, one in front and one behind. The chains tightened instantly, binding the entire tortoise-shell formation firmly. The fortress built of shields was instantly shrunk by the force transmitted through the chains.
The soldiers in the formation were face to face and back to back, making it extremely difficult for them to even raise their arms, let alone launch a counterattack.
Todd gripped the chain tightly and shouted to the gladiators not far away, "Now!"
Faced with this group of bound and immobile lambs waiting to be slaughtered, the gladiators were like a pack of tigers descending from the mountain, launching a one-sided and predictable massacre.
Ten minutes later, fewer than ten people remained alive on the battlefield.
A deafening roar of cheers and praise erupted from the stands, so loud it seemed to shake the entire arena.
Queen Maeve stood by the railing, smiling and applauding the survivors, but her eyes were fixed on one of them, her heart unable to find peace.
"Give them freedom! Give them freedom!"
At first, it was just a very small sound, but later, the sound came from the mouths of everyone in the audience, gradually converging into a sea of sound.
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