Will a devil in hell need help from humans?

Such a request surprised our barbarian gladiators. But in any case, the other party did help him, so he is also obliged to make some degree of return, or rather, some kind of promise of return.

"If it's within my means, no problem. Barrett nodded, "Your request can't be ......, though."

"You can't hurt your relatives, your family, your friends, or any other mess, or whatever, or whatever, can you?" said the needle demon suddenly, "Don't worry, if I really need your help one day, it must have nothing to do with hurting someone." I mean, it has nothing to do with hurting some humans. ”

After the needle demon finished speaking, he pushed the cart containing the large barrel and slowly left the compartment.

"What a quirky guy. The soul merchant's voice came from the other side, "I've seen many devils, but this needle prick demon feels the most special to me. In my opinion, this guy is even more special than some good-minded devil I know!"

Isn't it special? Maybe. Barrett didn't feel that way. He just felt that there was a certain trait in the other party, which made him faintly familiar, but if he thought about it carefully, he couldn't capture what that trait was.

Forget it, don't think about these useless things, it's still important to eat. Barrett took a shallow sip of the dark green juice, no, soup, like drinking. Then he grinned again as if he had drunk a high-purity spirit.

The taste of the food is not aside, but it comes at the right time. Barrett had just won his fourth gladiatorial fight, and it was time for hunger. And the meat ball that was still standing on his shoulder just now crawled down his shoulder and arm to the edge of the bowl, as if he also wanted a piece of the pie.

With her other hand, Barrett picked up the rat-shaped ball of meat hanging from the edge of the bowl, brought it to the front and lectured with a straight face, "Hey, you've already eaten your portion just now, it's all mine, you know?"

Every time he won a battle, he would cut off some flesh from his opponent's corpse and take it away, and return it to feed it to the flesh golem in front of him, who had no combat power.

After swallowing the flesh for the first time, the core of the flesh golem the size of a plum core turned back to the size of an apple, and after swallowing it a second time, the ball of flesh began to wriggle and change shape, turning into a four-legged thing that looked like a mouse and a ferret. But whatever it can become, our barbarian gladiators call it a meat ball anyway.

Meatball looked at Barrett with the pair of black pupils that he didn't know how to conjure, and said in a subtle, childish voice, "But, I'm hungry, master. ”

"Hungry? no, no, no, that's just your hallucination. Barrett shook his head, "Remember, you're a Flesh Golem, and you just need to replenish some flesh regularly to function properly, that's what you said." ”

"I'm really hungry......" Meatball looked pitiful.

"Sleep, just sleep. Barrett threw the balls behind him and tossed them to his bony roommate, "yes, get in your head, sleep well, you don't have to come out if I don't call you." ”

With that, Barrett was ready to start filling her stomach.

There was still half of a pig's ear in the barbecue meat that was delivered, and he reached out to pick up this special thing, looked at the front and back, and then put it in his mouth and bit it hard.

Roast pig ears are spicy, crispy, and slightly sour, and the taste is not bad. While the smell is an eternal problem for all food here, Barrett's tormented palate has been able to filter out the painful taste of the food automatically, and concentrate on finding the few remaining good things in the food, if it does have them.

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Two bowls of soup and three pieces of roast meat squirmed in a moment, and Barrett noticed that the meat ball poked its head out of his roommate's eye socket and squeaked like a begging, but he just closed his eyes, and he didn't see or hear it.

He picked his teeth with the sharp claws of an unknown creature as he reminisced about the last battle.

The last battle was Barriet's first one-on-one gladiatorial fight in the arena, against a spear-wielding, heavily armored centaur warrior belonging to a prestigious chamber of commerce. Barrett had heard the name of the chamber of commerce from the needle-piercing demon with a broken arm, but he didn't remember it.

The centaur heavily armored warrior had only come to the arena to test his skills, and he had carefully chosen a new gladiator who had just come out of the brawl over the veterans who had won many battles. But this centaur was a little unlucky, and met our barbarian gladiator.

At that time, Barrett only had a scimitar with a notch and a wooden square tower shield, and he was at a disadvantage in fighting the opponent. The Centaur Samurai was extremely fast, and unlike the heavily armored knights on horseback, he was very agile, and Barrett was unable to dodge the attack several times when he changed direction.

The wooden tower shield barely withstood a few spear thrusts before being crushed by the galloping centaur with its iron hooves. Barritt, who was hiding behind him, once again used a very embarrassing multiple roll, and threw the yellow sand in his hand at the opponent's cheek, narrowly avoiding the fate of being pierced through the body by a series of spikes.

After that, Barrett has been trying to get close to the opponent, trying to take advantage of the Centaur's inability to turn around and attack his blind spot. But the centaur warrior was adept at coping, always pulling a certain distance, running like a heavily armored knight to perform repeated ramming and lunging.

However, running on the yellow sand is much more difficult than flat ground after all, even if this guy is a four-legged centaur who is very good at running, after more than a dozen attacks, his physical strength is still a little reduced.

At that time, Barrett already had two more slender scars and a bruise on his body, which was caused by the opponent's sudden change of tactics in the middle of the attack and the use of a spear volley.

After more than a dozen unsuccessful attacks, the centaur warrior, whose physical strength began to decline, wanted to use his equipment advantage to crush Barrett in front of the attack, but he was caught by the barbarian and rolled over and rode on his back.

Barrett pulled the golden unicorn helmet off the centaur's back and wrapped his thick arms around the man's throat.

Whether the centaur samurai was using elbows, frantically spinning and making a stop, Barrett didn't let go. Soon after, the guy made a gurgling suffocating sound and fell to the ground sideways with Barritt on his side.

But even so, our barbarian gladiator did not let go of his arms until the annoying voice in the sky above the arena loudly announced his victory.

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