help you? A devil in hell? Will human help be needed?

Such a request surprised our barbarian gladiator. But in any case, the other party has indeed helped him, so he is also obliged to make a certain degree of return, or, in other words, a promise of a return.

"If it's within my ability, no problem." Barry nodded, "However, your request cannot..."

"You can't hurt your relatives, family members, friends, or any other messy guy, or you can't hurt the world, can you?" The acupuncture demon suddenly said, "Don't worry, if one day I really need you help, it certainly has nothing to do with hurting some people. I mean, it has nothing to do with hurting some human beings.”

After the acupuncture demon finished speaking, he pushed the cart holding the large bucket and slowly left the compartment.

"What a weird guy." The soul merchant's voice came from the other side, "I've seen many devils, but this one feels the most special to me. In my opinion, this guy is even better than A certain kind-hearted devil I know is even more special!"

Is it special? Maybe. Barrett didn't feel that way. He just felt that there was a certain trait in the other person that made him vaguely 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 more important to eat. Barrett took the dark green gravy, no, the gravy, and took a sip like a drink. Then he grinned like he was drinking high-purity spirits again.

Regardless of the taste of the food, it came at just the right time. Barrett, who had just won his fourth gladiatorial fight, was hungry. And the 'meat ball', who was standing on his shoulder just now, climbed to the side of the bowl along his shoulders and arms, and seemed to want a piece of the pie.

With his other hand, Barrett picked up the mouse-shaped 'meat ball' hanging by the side of the bowl, sent it to the front and said with a stern face, "Hey, you have eaten your portion just now, these are all mine. Yes, you know?"

Every time he won a battle, he would cut off some flesh and blood from the opponent's corpse and take it back to feed the flesh-and-blood golem that had no fighting power in front of him.

After swallowing the flesh for the first time, the core of the flesh golem the size of a plum core changed back to the size of an apple; and after swallowing the flesh for the second time, the flesh ball began to wriggle and change shape, turning into the one in front of him. A mouse, and something with four legs like a ferret. But whatever it can become, our barbarian gladiators call it a 'meat ball' anyway.

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

"Hungry? No, no, no, it's just your hallucination." Barrett shook his head. "Remember, you are a flesh and blood golem, and you only need to replenish your flesh regularly to function properly. This is what you said. of."

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

"Go to sleep, just go to sleep." Barrett threw the meat ball behind him and threw it to his white-boned roommate, "Yes, go into your head and sleep well, if I don't call you, you don't have to come out ."

After instructing him, Barrett was ready to start filling his stomach.

There was actually half a fan of what looked like a pig's ear in the roasted meat delivered. He stretched out his hand and picked up this special item. After looking at the front and back, he put it into his mouth and took a bite.

Roasted pig ears—let’s call it that—the taste is spicy, crunchy, and a little sour. It tastes pretty good. Although the stench is an unavoidable and eternal problem of all food here, Barrett's repeatedly tortured taste can automatically filter out these painful tastes, and concentrate on finding the few remaining advantages in the food. If It really has words.

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Two bowls of thick soup and three large pieces of barbecued meat went down in a matter of seconds, and Barrett found the meatball sticking out of his roommate's eye socket and making a begging 'squeak' sound, but he just closed his eyes, Neither saw nor heard.

While picking his teeth with a sharp claw of unknown creature, he recalled the last battle.

The last battle was Barrett's first 'one-on-one combat' in the arena. The opponent was a centaur warrior who only held a spear and wore heavy armor. He belonged to a well-known business guild organization. Barrett heard the acupuncture demon with a broken arm say the name of the chamber of commerce, but he didn't remember it.

I heard that the centaur warrior in heavy armor was only here to try his skills in the arena, and this guy also cautiously chose new gladiators who had just come out of the chaos rather than veterans who had won many battles. But the centaur was unlucky enough to meet our barbarian gladiator.

At that time, Barrett only had a slitted machete and a pair of wooden square tower shields in his hands, and he was quite disadvantaged in fighting the opponent. The centaur warrior ran extremely fast, and unlike the heavily armored knight on horseback, his stature was very agile, and Barrett was unable to avoid the opponent's attack by changing directions several times.

After the wooden tower shield barely resisted a few spear thrusts, it was smashed by the galloping centaur with its iron hoof. Barrett, who was hiding behind him, once again used a very embarrassing multiple tumbling, and threw the yellow sand in his hand to the opponent's cheek, only to escape the fate of being pierced by a series of stabs~www .lightnovelpub.net~ After this, Barrett has been trying to fight with the opponent, trying to take advantage of the inconvenience of the centaur to turn around and attack the blind spot of his vision. But the centaur warrior was quite skilled at dealing with it. He would always pull a certain distance away, rushing like a heavy armored knight to carry out repeated bumps and thrusts.

/> However, running on the yellow sand is much more difficult than running on flat ground. Even if this guy is a four-legged centaur who is very good at running, after a dozen attacks, his stamina still declines a bit.

At that time, Barrett already had two slender scars and a bruise on his body. The bruise was caused by the opponent's sudden change of attack in the middle of the attack, and he used the spear to slash.

The centaur warrior, whose physical strength began to decline after dozens of attacks failed, wanted to take advantage of his equipment to crush Barrett from the front, not defending but attacking.

Barrett grabbed the golden unicorn helmet from the centaur's head on the centaur's back, and wrapped his strong arms around the guy's throat.

No matter whether the centaur warrior used an elbow strike, or made a frantic spin or made an emergency stop, Barrett didn't let go. Not long after, the guy made a choking sound, and fell to the ground with Barrett sideways.

But even so, our barbarian gladiator didn't let go of his arms until the annoying voice above the arena shouted his victory.

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