Chapter 373: Road to Expedition: Barbarian Game

The dim wide corridor was filled with a faint light, which was the brilliant light shining from the end of the dark corridor in front. It was like a neon light, with various colors gathered and scattered into the corridor, reflecting on the broken ground and the reflective broken bricks and tiles.

Under the projection of the light, countless fragments were like puddles on the ground after rain, interweaving countless lights to various parts of the corridor. In the dim space, the iron cage located in the dark corridor was illuminated by the light at the edge, and the smooth iron rod reflected a little bit of light.

The light also shone on the tall figure sitting cross-legged in it. The forehead of the red giant was dimly illuminated by the light, and the remaining half of his face was shrouded in darkness. It sat in the shadow of the light, sitting silently.

Suddenly, the red giant raised his head slightly. He heard the sound of a door opening on the wall behind him. It was a small door that suddenly slid open from one side of the wall. It was only big enough for an ordinary person of average height to pass through alone. No beast could get into the narrow door.

"Go open the cage!" A voice inside the door cursed, and then a human slave in tattered clothes was pushed out of the door. After being kicked out of the shadow of the small door, he looked at the iron cage nervously, and then planned to escape back into the door, but as soon as he turned around, he saw the flashing lightning spear behind him.

The person inside the door held a spear and stabbed the poor man outside, forcing him to step back to avoid being stabbed. The slave looked at the dark golden lightning spear flashing inside the door. He swallowed his saliva and looked nervously at the huge iron cage behind him and the giant sitting inside.

"Open the cage! You idiot! Open it and then run back!" The Eldar guard inside the door shouted loudly, pointing his spear at the cage on the side, and then extended the spear to drive the slave back.

The slave looked at the spear that was constantly waving in front of him, and retreated to the door of the cage. He nervously tilted his head to look at the giant sitting in the iron cage. His scarlet skin looked extremely huge under the dim light of the lamp. Under his lowered head, it seemed that there was an eye looking at him.

The giant sat in silence, motionless. The slave swallowed nervously. He walked to the bolt in front of the iron cage door. After hesitating for a while, he grabbed the big lock with both hands and then pulled it out violently.

The heavy bolt was pulled out of the slot, and then because of its weight, the slave couldn't hold it firmly, and it fell heavily to the ground. The slave in tattered clothes grabbed the end of the bolt with his hand. He tried to lift it up, but immediately let go.

He watched the fixed lock points on the iron cage in front of him slide outward one by one, and the circular fixed anchor points rotated and protruded out of the plane. After a low rumble, the huge iron cage door slowly slid outward and opened.

The slave was startled and released the bolt and planned to run back to the direction of the small door, but just as he took a step, he was tripped by the heavy bolt that fell in front of him. He fell to the ground with a plop, and his elbow was scratched on the ground, which hurt.

But the slave didn't care about the pain in his hand. He turned over and looked at the big hand that grabbed the edge of the cage. The huge palm slowly pulled back, driving a tall figure out from the shadow of the cage, and the tall body slowly stepped out of the iron cage.

The slave who fell to the side looked at the giant who stood up with fear in his eyes. He looked at the terrible red giant who stood up in front of him. His tall body almost hit the towering ceiling in the corridor. The slave was staring at him, and the giant also lowered his head and looked down at the slave on the side.

The one-eyed man on his face looked at him in the dim light, and the slave was so frightened that his heart almost stopped. He had seen too many slaves like him who failed to escape in time when opening the prison door of the war beast and were torn into pieces by those terrible monsters. He thought he would not be so unlucky, but now he knew he was wrong.

The slave's hands on the ground trembled violently, and his pupils enlarged in the darkness trembled with fear. He looked at the tall giant next to him, and it seemed that in just a moment, he would come up and grab him, and then tear him into two and eat him.

But the Cyclops did not do that. He just looked at the slave. Suddenly, at the end of the corridor in front, a cheer came from the flickering lights, and in the sound, a loud voice shouted loudly.

"Let's be compassionate, Thor Constantine and his beast, the bloody butcher!"

The Cyclops raised his head and looked at the source of the voice. He was silent for a moment and complained about the terrible name in his heart, then he walked past the slave. The slave lying on the ground looked at the beast walking by in surprise. He did not attack him, did not tear him apart and then eat him, but just took a look and walked past.

The slave had never seen such a scene, such a beast, the monster seemed very special. He could not say what was special about it, but it just felt very special.

The spear-wielding Eldar in the small door stood up. He stood at the door and looked at the red giant walking away, and the slave lying on the ground watching the giant walk by without dying. He was quite surprised, but then he raised his spear and shouted at the slave, "Why are you still sitting there if you are not dead?! Come here!"

After hearing this, the slave immediately got up and ran into a small door on the side with his back to the dim light shining from the end of the corridor. The door was quickly closed, and the dim light shone on it. In the direction facing the light, the Cyclops walked out of the dark corridor facing the gradually increasing light.

Magnus walked out from under the door, and countless strange lights shone on his face in an instant. Magnus's one eye immediately shrank into a slit under the strong light. He looked at the cheering crowd around him, and his towering body stepped heavily into the arena surrounded by high walls.

A piercing roar attracted Magnus' attention. He turned his eyes away from the audience standing in the tiered audience seats around him, whose figures were illuminated by various lights, and looked at the war beast standing in the arena like himself. The tall dragon standing on two feet opened its bloody mouth full of fangs and roared at Magnus.

The Cyclops looked at it, and then at the host in the middle of the two beasts. He was wearing a short gentleman's hat, looking at the beasts entering on both sides. He raised his head, turned his body and looked around at the cheering audience and raised his hands, "Are you ready?!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The audience screamed hysterically. Under the blurred lights, countless arms were raised high and waved under the neon lights. Their shouts swept from the tiered audience seats like waves, one after another, stimulating Magnus's auditory sense.

The sound seemed like a catalyst, which made Magnus feel a strange sense of anger, but he was not swallowed by the wild anger. The war beast in front of him was different. The dragon with a bulging armored back raised its head, and its slender tail like a spear was also raised high behind it.

It roared, and its voice mixed with the shouts of the cheering audience around it. In the waves of roaring, the host raised his arms and shouted to the sky, "Killing, begin!"

His voice shouted, and then suddenly turned into a flickering phantom, and disappeared from the field. Magnus raised his head and looked at the holographic drone above his head. The thing quickly rose into the air and flew away from the scene with the holographic host.

"Kill the one-eyed dragon! Take its eyes off!" The bald beast trainer with scars tattooed all over his body pulled off the long whip on his waist, swung it in the air, and whipped it in the air with a sonic boom, and then instantly fell and whipped the dragon beast below. The side of its head without armor was hit by the whip and screamed.

The beast roared angrily and suddenly spread the razor claws on its hands. It roared at Magnus in front of it, and the latter also looked at it, and then turned his head to look at Vito standing on the high platform behind him.

He stood there and smiled at Magnus below. He stood under the flashing lights, and behind him, Lilith came up from the lights, took off the whip on her waist and handed it to Vito. The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Magnus looked at the whip, then turned his eyes to Vito who was standing high up. He turned his head to look at the whip handed over by Lilith, then smiled and shook his head slightly to refuse the thing. The beast trainer Vito turned his head and looked at the Cyclops below with his arms folded and laughed.

"Think of it as a wild wolf. Now, go and prove to me that you knocked one of his hearts away that day." Vito said with a smile on his face, raised his face that was completely illuminated by the lights, and looked at the ferocious beast in front of him.

After hearing this, Magnus turned sideways and turned back. He looked at the roaring beast in front of him and smiled slightly. I don't know if the beast saw the smile, it opened its bloody mouth and roared and stepped forward.

The three claws on its legs stomped on the ground, rubbing against the fire and rushing towards Magnus. The Iron Dragon raised its razor-like claws towards the Cyclops and grabbed Magnus's head.

The red giant bent down at once, then stepped forward and grabbed the clawed arm of the war beast, directly slammed its shoulder into its body and pulled it off its shoulder, and threw it over the shoulder onto the wall behind it. The raised carapace on the back of the Flesh Tearer dragon smashed the wall behind it.

Large pieces of rubble fell from it, and in the flying white dust, the Flesh Tearer just raised his head and saw Magnus rushing up. He stepped forward and slammed his shoulder into the chest of the war beast, knocking it heavily into the wall. The dragon raised its slender head and roared into the air.

The audience cheered and waved their arms, and among the thousands of waving arms, Magnus clenched his fist with the palm of his hand on the side of the impact, and hit the Flesh Tearer's chin with an uppercut, instantly knocking it out.

The Flesh Tearer flew up from in front of Magnus, and the beast passing through the air caused hysterical cheers from the audience around him. The dragon suddenly crashed into the outside of the audience seats on one side, and its body directly smashed the handrail of that section of the audience seats. Under the collapsed ruins and the collapsed ground, the audience retreated one after another.

People watched the claws that slowly lifted up and then suddenly grabbed the outer wall of the audience seats. The Flesh Tearer's claws grabbed the wall, and its legs were slightly bent and stepped on the protruding audience seats below. It looked at Magnus below and roared angrily, twitching its sharp tail and leaping down.

The beast pounced on the red giant below, and its sharp claws and bloody mouth attacked Magnus' neck, but the latter stepped forward to meet the beast, grabbed its arm, and then used the same trick to drag it to the wall on the side, but this time, the Flesh Tearer did not hit it like last time.

The two-legged dragon stepped on the wall, and then its tall body stepped on its long legs and ran quickly along the wall. It strode around Magnus, and then twitched its tail and stabbed the Cyclops on the field.

The Flesh Tearer was very fast. When it ran horizontally along the wall quickly, Magnus could not see its position for a while, so when the tail stabbed, Magnus was also suddenly attacked, and his back was pierced by the spiked tail.

Blood dripped from the red mane to the ground. Magnus was stimulated by the pain on his back. He clenched his fists and looked back. Then he saw the Flesh Tearer suddenly stepped up from the wall and pounced on him under the pull of the tail. It rushed past Magnus, and its razor-like claws left a scarlet wound on the chest of the red giant.

Three wide scratches left horrifying deep scars on Magnus' chest, and blood flowed out from the cracks. The red blood mixed with the red skin and mane for a while, making it impossible to see whether he was bleeding or not. Only when it was illuminated under the light, the wound reflecting the blood-red luster could make people sure that he was indeed hit.

Magnus bent forward slightly, and the Flesh Tearer whizzed past him, and the spiked tail pierced on his back was also pulled out. The slightly downward-bent spiked tail also tore a wound on Magnus's back, and red blood flowed out of it.

The Cyclops knelt on one knee in pain, his back facing the bipedal dragon standing behind him. He stood high on his slender legs and roared towards the sky. The audience cheered. The trainer standing in front of the flashing long cloth between the audience seats on both sides also raised his whip with a big smile.

"Kill it! Take its eyes off for me! I want to decorate the eyeballs on my belt!" The trainer roared and whipped the raised carapace on the back of the Flesh Tearer. The dragon lowered its head, roared at Magnus who was kneeling on the ground, and rushed up.

Vito, standing on the platform, still folded his arms. He looked at Magnus, whose chest was bleeding. Lilith, beside him, held a whip and put one hand on her waist, looking at the kneeling Cyclops. "It seems that he is not very good at hand-to-hand combat, right?"

"He is a scholar, not a savage from some wild world. Prospero advocates knowledge and rationality, so he is not very good at hand-to-hand combat or fighting. "Vito folded his arms and looked at Magnus who was buried in his head. The blue light flashed from the light above his head, illuminating his hair and face.

Lilith's silver hair beside him also reflected different lusters under the various lights. She held up a whip and looked at the Flesh Tearer who was rushing towards her. "So, he is going to be pressed to the ground and rubbed?"

"Him? Dear, this big guy in front of you is also a Primarch, isn't he?" Vito smiled and looked at the Flesh Tearer who rushed behind Magnus. The monster roared and swung the spiked tail behind him backwards, then stretched it straight and turned to stab Magnus in front from the side.

The whistling tail instantly stabbed at Magnus, but the latter suddenly squatted on the ground, twisted his body to the side and dodged the tail. The spiked tail passed by Magnus, and the latter suddenly grabbed the tail.

The naked Eldar beast trainer was shocked at the scene. He saw Magnus suddenly stand up, grab the Flesh Tearer's tail with both hands, roar and pull it to the side and back. The giant's strong arms made the Flesh Tearer lose balance instantly, and the root of the tail caused the dragon to fall to the side under the huge pulling force.

Its legs lost balance and fell heavily to the ground. Then Magnus roared and grabbed the tail and swung it. The tall Flesh Tearer was dragged on the ground and turned around, like the hammer head of a meteor hammer.

The audience exclaimed at the scene below. They and the beast trainer watched the Flesh Tearer spinning on the ground so fast that it almost became an afterimage. Its body was dragged by the tail and rotated and twitched along the surrounding circular high walls.

Suddenly, Magnus stomped forward with a heavy step, and his bristly instep instantly crushed the ground. Then he pulled his arm back, whipping his tail back and stopping the Flesh Tearer that was spinning around. He pulled it up into the air, and the Flesh Tearer flew into the sky under the whip of his tail.

It was lifted high, its limbs and head spinning around in the air, and then it was suddenly pulled down by Magnus and fell heavily to the ground. The place where it landed instantly smashed a large area of ​​floor tiles, and a large amount of debris flew out from all around its armored back.

The Flesh Tearer fell to the ground, and it roared and supported itself on the ground with its claws to get up, but just as it raised its armored back, it was suddenly stepped back to the ground. Magnus stepped forward and stepped on its back, stepped heavily on the ground and grabbed one of its claws.

The Flesh Tearer screamed, its body was trampled on the ground, and its tail was grabbed by Magnus and pulled outward violently. The beast under it howled, and the tail was torn off alive under the gorgeous lights around it.

Magnus stepped on the armored back of the dragon, stepped on the wide armored surface with his legs, and his arms were also violently twitching outwards with a roar. The muscles at the end of the tail were instantly torn, and the connecting tendons were also torn off alive. It screamed and the entire torn tail was lifted high by Magnus.

Magnus raised the spiked tail, then grabbed the wailing Flesh Tearer on the ground, lifted it up violently, and held it in front of him. A lot of blood dripped from the interface of the torn tail, and the bottom of the lifted armored leg became a pool of blood.

Magnus grabbed the Flesh Tearer's armored neck. The Red Giant lifted it up high, and after pulling back the hand holding the broken tail, he thrust forward fiercely, like holding a dagger. Magnus used the beast's own bone spikes to pierce the chitinous carapace on its chest.

The hard armor was instantly shattered by the stab of the spiked tail, which was also made of the same material. The armor on the chest was pierced, and the tail was deeply buried in its chest amid the flying armor fragments.

The Flesh Tearer kicked hard in the air, and its claws were waving wildly on both sides to struggle, but it was pinched tightly by Magnus and gathered in the air. The Cyclops' palm held its neck firmly, so that the Flesh Tearer's pointed head looked up, and it could not aim its big mouth at itself.

Magnus released his hand that was holding the broken tail and sprang forward, grabbing the bony tip of the spiked tail, then pulled it down violently, and the spike instantly tore the Flesh Tearer's chest, exposing a huge wound on its chest.

The Cyclops gave the Flesh Tearer a taste of its own medicine, and doubled it. The Flesh Tearer left three scarlet wounds on its chest, and Magnus would combine the three wounds into one, leaving a deeper tear on its body.

The blood of the drum poured down from the crack like a waterfall, and the beast's intestines, internal organs, and a large number of abdominal organs rushed out along with the blood. The blood-red intestines slid down, hit Magnus's instep and slid down again, and the Flesh Tearer looked up to the sky and howled in pain.

Magnus stared at the beast that he was strangling, his one eye glared, then loosened the hand holding the spiked tail, and slammed directly into the wound on the Flesh Tearer's chest. The thick arm was buried directly, deeply piercing into the torn flesh.

The Flesh Tearer screamed heartbreakingly, and its body twitched continuously as the palm probed in the wound, but soon the Flesh Tearer would stop twitching, because Magnus's hand suddenly pulled out from the crack in its chest, and pulled out one of the deeply buried things.

It was a beating heart, a huge and powerful heart that drove the beast's body, and now it was pulled out by Magnus, tearing all the blood vessels and pulling it out.

Magnus lifted the heart high up and displayed it under the light. The Flesh Tearer, who was holding it in his hand, wailed for a long time after the heart was pulled out, and then his whole body collapsed, with its claws hanging on both sides of its body and its legs falling to the ground.

Magnus carried the beast's body as if it were a dead fish. The Cyclops threw the body out and smashed it against the wall on one side. As it flew away, it hit the wall in the distance. All the internal organs in the beast's torn abdomen were scattered, and they were scattered all over the floor of the arena along the flight path.

Its armored back hit the wall, shattering it in an instant. The collapsed body fell heavily to the ground, and the slender dragon head slumped and hung on the ground weakly, with the tongue sliding out of it and falling to the ground.

Magnus held the heart high up. He stood under the lights and looked around at the audience. Everyone was looking at the red giant on the field in silence. There was no cheering, no talking, no sound, and a dead silence.

This seemed to be a little different from what Magnus had imagined. Isn't this how barbarian fights are? Then there was a cheer or something. Why didn't they react?

Our great professor was stunned for a long time, and then he suddenly remembered that every time he saw Russ fight with others, he would roar into the air. So after some hesitation, Magnus also raised his head, opened his big mouth under his one eye into the air, and roared with thunder.

The roar that roared out with all his strength instantly filled the tall space of the Colosseum. The roar echoed between the entire hall and the wall, just like the howl of the leader of a wolf pack. The audience on the surrounding platforms finally responded, and thousands of shouts came like a tsunami.

"Red Giant! Bloody Butcher!"

Everyone cheered. Magnus held up the blood-red heart and looked around at the crowd to receive their cheers. Then he turned around and pointed the heart at the Eldar beast trainer, as if mocking him, mocking him for wanting to dig out his eyes to make them into decorations. Now look, who has become the decoration?

The Eldar tamer angrily smashed his whip on the ground. He turned around angrily and strode towards the light curtain behind him. After opening the curtain, he entered and left this shameful place.

The tamer's angry departure made the atmosphere even more heated. Amid the cheers from all around, Magnus looked at Vito. He slowly put down the heart in his hand and gestured to him that the heart was still beating, as if silently proving something.

Standing on the high platform, Vito smiled and folded his arms, nodding slightly to show affirmation. He knew that the Cyclops had indeed knocked one of the wolf's hearts away that day.

Magnus sighed with satisfaction, and then seemed to notice the warm heart that was still beating. He looked at the blood dripping from the back of his hand and threw the heart on the ground.

The one-eyed professor looked around at the mess he had made, the broken organs, intestines, and the heart falling into the blood, as well as the beast that had been disemboweled in the corner. He raised his head slightly and muttered softly.

"How can I be the same as a barbarian? The same as Russ?!"

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