Dis's Arena.

A solid black stone coffin sits in the center of the site. The coffin is surrounded by a circle of scarlet, shallow reliefs in the shape of manju sawa, while the heavy lid is inlaid with a metal reverse cross of an unknown material of bright silver.

"He is a noble and elegant child of the night...... "the voice above the arena introduced with high emphasis, "and a wanderer who wanders in the moonlight." He would sit alone in the tomb, gently shaking a glass filled with scarlet liquid, reminiscing about the last time he saw the sun, or in the nightmares of a pure maiden, with a charming, languid smile, inviting a beautiful woman to dance with him. His kisses are always intoxicating, because they contain a nostalgia for life and blood......"

"Yes, the flame of his life has been extinguished, and he cannot walk in the scorching sun, but as the opera of mankind says, 'If you have eternal life, what is the point of losing the sun?' For thousands of years, he has continued to write notes and chapters that belong only to him with his fangs. In that note there is the loneliness and depth of the night, the horror and weeping of the lost, the bright red roses in that chapter, and the windows and frames covered with cobwebs and dust, he is our 'curtain caller,' !! Lambert Ruvans."

As soon as he finished speaking, the stone coffin in the center of the field suddenly shattered, and a pale, handsome man in a black gown broke out of the coffin, he hung on the yellow sand, and bowed to the spectators in the surrounding stands.

Today's gladiatorial fight did not unfurl the barrier as usual, so the roars and shouts of those demons were exceptionally clear.

"By the way, by the way, the above meaty introductions were written by Lambert himself. The voice above added, "So it only represents his own opinion, and other than the nickname 'curtain caller', other explanations have nothing to do with me." ”

Such an addition did not affect Lambert's good mood, and the enchanting vampire enjoyed the cheers of the audience while secretly thinking about how to improve his introduction.

"My melancholy and loneliness should be highlighted more in the lines, so as to arouse the maternal brilliance of more girls. "How do you describe it?" Lambert thought, "Hmmm...... His eyes were always full of sorrow, which was the sadness left behind by the passage of time, and although time could not hurt his handsome countenance, it left him with an indelible melancholy. 'Okay, I'll use this next time!'" The vampire was pleased with the newly conceived introduction.

"And the phrase 'the terror and weeping of the lost' should be removed. He found a little flaw, "Such a statement seems that I am too aggressive, and does not match my deep melancholy temperament." ”

Lambert was so immersed in his newly conceived lines that he didn't even listen to the arguments of his opponents. It wasn't until the voice above suddenly became particularly passionate that he interrupted his self-appreciation and intoxication.

"'The Butcher' Barrett!!" The vampire ends up hearing only a vulgar nickname and a meaningless name.

He saw a tall man in worn armor emerge from the gate on the opposite side...... Although the appearance and skin color of the human opponent are somewhat peculiar, the tattoo on his forehead shows his Nord identity. Lambert had been to Nord before, and had lived there for a long time, and the women of that country had a wildness that other human nations did not have, and it was very good to arouse Lambert's desire to conquer.

When he inserted his fangs into the necks of those women, the look of them who wanted to resist but could not do anything, and the resentful and resentful eyes with tears in their eyes, were simply a masterpiece depicted by a famous painter!

The Nord man, with a broad-bladed sword in his hand, slowly walked towards him. The cheers of the spectators in the stands for this guy were not as loud as they were, but they were also enthusiastic.

"Looks like this guy is also quite popular with the audience!" the vampire raised his head haughtily. "That's fine, this kind of talent is slightly worthy of being my Lambert's opponent, and when I kill him, I will gain even more reputation! Eventually, the female of the entire multiverse, whether she is a human, a devil, or any other creature, will definitely have a spring in her heart when she hears my name!"

Just as Lambert was once again immersed in fantasy, his opponent walked up to him step by step. The two are separated by a meter and stand facing each other. The guy first stared at Lambert impolitely for several times, then looked away and looked at the remains of the coffin scattered around him. Immediately afterward, the Nord man's expression became a little puzzled.

"Do you have to break a coffin every time you appear?" the other asked, "It's a waste." ”

Cut, how can I make such a shocking appearance as a prisoner in a prison like yours can compare. Lambert didn't answer the other party's question, because he would be overwhelmed by the other party's momentum.

He also looked at the other party with that kind of unruly and impolite eyes at this time, and then asked rhetorically, "You are Barrett the 'butcher'?"

The other party frowned, hesitated for a long time before reluctantly saying, "I am indeed Barrett, but I don't like that nickname." ”

"You're Barrett the Butcher?" asked the vampire without changing a word.

"Didn't you just ask?" the other party was a little confused.

"yes, of course I do. The vampire said in a daze, "Don't you see that I'm just humiliating you by asking?" Sure enough, it's a guy with well-developed limbs and a simple mind. He said in a voice that was low enough for the other to hear.

Lambert's feet kept a little off the ground—his unique talent for movement—and flew around the other party, "Barritt 'Butcher', why did you get such a nasty nickname?" the vampire said defiantly, "Could it be that before you became a gladiator, you were actually a butcher who sold meat?"

The vampire circled behind his opponent's side and tried to pat the guy on the shoulder, but was forced away by the opponent's sudden sword.

Lambert floated backwards, easily dodging the opponent's attack, "Hey, don't worry, butcher Barritt, the host hasn't announced the start of the gladiatorial fight yet." He smiled contemptuously, "If I were you, I would cherish this time very much." I'll take one more look at the dark red sky and take one more breath of the hot, sulphur-smelling air. Although the environment here is not as fresh as the main material world, it is also the last scenery you will see. ”

The other party had a cold face and did not fight back with words, but he really raised his head and looked in the direction of the sky.

Just when Lambert was about to make a sarcastic sound, he heard the other party ask the sky in a deep voice, "Hey, if I kill this guy now, it won't be a violation." ”

"Like you, I have a name, Barrett. You can call me 'Pink Eado' or just 'Id' like everyone else. The voice above replied, "I actually want you to say hello a little more, but if you're really in a hurry, then ......" he lengthened his voice, "Gladiatorial fight, begin!"

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