How long did the battle last—two hours, three hours, or more? Barrett couldn't tell. He staggered and gasped, his mouth and throat aching as if they had been burned by fire.

It wasn't that the barbarian hadn't encountered an enemy stronger than him before, but in those cases, even if he couldn't defeat the opponent, he could escape by other means. But on this piece of yellow sand, there is no 'escape' option for him to choose from.

"Why don't you die obediently, well, Barrett the Butcher, is it really that important to you to be alive?" the vampire's cold voice appeared to his left. But when the barbarian turned around to block, the faint sound of breaking the sky hit from the back of his head.

Flying forward, he threw himself forward, grabbed the sand and threw it in all directions as he rolled, and when he got up, he grabbed the sword from the top of his head. Once again, our barbarian gladiators fended off a series of tricky attacks.

The opponent's movement was so fast that Barrett wiped a cold sweat in his heart. Moreover, his fighting style is faintly restrained by himself, making his most prominent strength attribute completely unable to play a role.

This couldn't help but remind him of a ...... No, he didn't actually think of anything.

For this type of combat, a simple control spell may be able to slash a ghostly opponent directly under the sword, but this method is clearly not something Barrett can use.

He has completely given up on offense at the moment, and has shifted all his energy to defense. Because no amount of attack, even if it can cause some damage to this vampire, if it can't kill in one hit, it doesn't mean anything.

The opponent can calmly distance himself and recover his injuries and strength through the blood he carries with him. This is not an imagination, but has appeared more than once in gladiatorial fights.

The damned rules in this damn arena didn't restrict the gladiators from using recovery supplies, so it's no wonder that the vampire had the courage to come to the fight. Barrett still has some resentment about it.

Opportunity, all I need now is a chance. He stared at the enemy in front of him, carefully retreating step by step.

Barrett needs to use a trait of the 'Armor of Redemption' to counterattack the opponent's attack that will be won, so as to kill the opponent in one fell swoop. Such an opportunity is only once, if missed......

Well, if he misses it, he just thinks of other ways, but if it doesn't work, he is ready to open the Death Knight form again, and use the frost power that has recovered a lot to restrict the opponent's movement. There should be no problem in winning this way, but after victory, a second, harsher torture is likely to befall immediately.

......

"Seriously, after I kill you, I'm sure I'll transform you into a vampire, I mean, a real vampire, not one of those controlled bloods!" Lambert said solemnly as he surrounded Barritt and waited for an opportunity to attack, "In my thousands of years of life, I have only transformed nine vampires, and you will be the tenth." ”

Barrett didn't know if the vampire was trying to interfere with his own spirit by saying this, or if he really intended to do so. But for him, there is basically no difference between the two.

"You're going to have the same last name as me—Ruvans, which means 'strong and powerful warrior' in the old lingua franca, and with your strength, you're worthy of it!" said the vampire slowly.

"Sorry, huh, huh, I feel like this is fine right now. Barrett couldn't stop panting, not only did the long battle make his body quite tired, but he also began to slowly dehydrate, "'Mönggo', that's my last name, do you know what it means?"

The vampire shook his head cooperatively. Barritt's bad appearance at this time made him relax a lot, and this guy seemed ready to take the posture of a victor and start showing temporary mercy to the loser.

"Uncastrated horses. Barrett replied, "That's what it means!"

“...... I don't quite understand what you're trying to say. ”

"What I'm trying to say is literal. Isn't it understandable that a horse is not castrated?" said Barrett, "and you can think of it as a stallion, or as a cart, or as a war horse." But it's better to be a stallion, because an uncastrated horse, although it has enough courage, is likely to affect the fight if it is in heat. The barbarian rambled casually.

The vampire looked at Barrett like an idiot...... Forget it, I was going to give you more time to rest, but now, I changed my mind and just wanted to end the fight quickly. ”

This guy's figure was obviously in front of Barrett, but the voice of the word "battle" at the end suddenly appeared on the side of the barbarian.

Just as Barrett subconsciously turned around to block, the sound of the weapon breaking through the sky changed direction again.

It's this trick again! The barbarians who have had many experiences have already learned a lot about dealing with it. He strained his calves and was ready to fly forward again, dodging while keeping a distance from his opponent. But when his body just began to lean forward, he inexplicably felt an indescribable palpitation, as if some danger was waiting for him.

This perceptual warning caused the barbarian's movements to pause slightly. After this extremely brief pause, the opponent's sharp three-edged thin sword suddenly appeared from the air in front of him, and the sharp tip of the sword had directly touched his heart.

Barrett didn't know how vampires did this, but now was not the time to think about it.

It was too late to dodge and block, and all he could do at this point was try to change the direction of his body so that the final piercing of the rapier would be less deadly.

With a metallic clash of impacts, the three-edged rapier in the vampire's hand easily broke through the defenses of the 'Armor of Redemption' and stabbed directly into Barrit's chest.

The pain hadn't yet hit, but the blood in the brute's body had begun to betray him. The scarlet blood enveloped his little strength, and he frantically fled from the wound and followed the piercing sword to the vampire Lambert with a smug expression on the face on the opposite side.

The tired body became weaker and weaker, the scene in front of him became blurred, and the consciousness slowly began to sink into darkness. Barrett knelt on the ground, her eyes slightly closed and her head drooping.

......

But Barrett didn't give up, he knew that this was the opportunity he had been waiting for!

The brute, who was kneeling on the ground as if he had died, suddenly moved, and he grabbed his hands forward, clasping the vampire's arm like an eagle's talon.

"Why, you still want to struggle?" the opponent smiled contemptuously, "Congratulations, you finally caught me, but what's the use of that? you can't ......" The vampire suddenly screamed as soon as he finished the word "impossible".

A golden dazzling light curtain spread outward around Barritt, and even made the barrier tremble slightly after hitting the dark red barrier next to it that the Slayer Demon couldn't shake in the slightest.

The vampire screamed and tried to escape from the range of the light curtain, but was held by the brute and could not move half a step. Lambert's body was like a lit wet wood, black smoke was constantly emitting outwards, and his handsome face became dry and chapped, and his expression was very painful. It seems that the damage caused to him by this light curtain is more serious than that explained in the [Identification].

The beautiful 'Divine Nova' lasted for about two heartbeats before the entire golden curtain burst like foam and disappeared into thin air.

Barriet, who had been healed by the Nova had recovered a lot, and he picked up the 'twin sword' next to him, threw the wailing vampire on the opposite side to the ground, and sat directly on top of the other.

The 'twin swords' were raised high and aimed at the vampire's head, and the next moment it would fall with a heavy fall.

But at this moment, the embarrassed vampire suddenly shouted loudly, "Wait, don't kill me!" Lambert said very quickly, "I am willing to pay a ransom for myself, a hundred souls!, no, five hundred!!" After seeing the killing intent in Barrett's eyes, he gritted his teeth and re-reported the number, "One thousand, one thousand intact souls!!"

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