The spirit of war in DNF is immortal.A

Chapter 231 Red God Storm
There was a rumbling sound, and the alloy walls that had been surrounding the small Colosseum penetrated into the ground, revealing the way to the outside.

After resting for a while, Lu Zhan summoned the demon-subduing heavy armor suit and black one-piece robe from the spiritual space, put them on and walked towards the exit, completely ignoring the cheers from the surrounding tide.Because Lu Zhan knew that what these perverted aristocratic giants like to worship is only the process of killing and the winner, and they don't care who is the winner.

If the land battle wins this time, they will cheer for the land battle, and if the land battle dies next time, they will cheer for the new winner.

"Dear Mr. Red God, here are the gold coins you won. Because the final odds reached 1:12, your 20 gold coins became 240 million. Congratulations." Back in the hut in the rest hall, the shadow The thief in the middle suddenly appeared in front of Lu Zhan, smiling obsequiously.While saying compliments, he handed Lu Zhan a miniature storage ring.Lu Zhan took a closer look and found that it was full of gold coins, and there were two bags of real war spirit coins.

"Thank you, Mr. Thief. If there is a chance, we will meet again." Realizing that the number is correct, Lu Zhan nodded and lowered the brim of his hat: "Please take me out now."

"Yes, my lord!" The thief smiled flatteringly, and led Lu Zhan into the secret door where he came.

According to the description in the novel, in this case, the protagonist will definitely encounter the scene of gangsters eating gangsters.The vicious and sinister dark fighting arena backstage will leave land battles for a large number of gold coins, and the noble merchants present will also send their fighters to ambush and intercept.

But after Linus guided the land battle for two years, he was sober, knowing that this kind of situation would never happen.

As a killing platform that will never see the light, it is very difficult to establish the Dark Fighting Arena, but it is very easy to destroy it. As long as someone reports to the Kingdom Guard, a large number of troops will soon strangle them, so every long-standing The masters of the Dark Fighting Arena have long united to formulate serious, cruel, and relatively fair rules to ensure that everyone who participates here feels reasonable and formal.

The information of all contestants who are disadvantaged groups is absolutely confidential, otherwise, if it is leaked, the contestants will almost certainly die, and the dark fighting arena will never find a source of new blood, and no contestant will trust the fighting arena again.The gold coin income of the contestants must not be swallowed up in the fighting arena. Exchanging life for gold coins is the most basic rule in the mercenary code. If it is destroyed, this system will definitely die immediately.During the match, the entire dark fighting arena remained magically silent, and no information could be passed in or out, which prevented some noble merchants from notifying the outside of the possibility of intercepting and killing after the match.In the end, any dark fighting arena has hundreds of exits, and no one except the owner knows where these exits lead, which ensures the safety of the contestants to the greatest extent.

As a product hidden in the shadows for thousands of years, the Dark Fighting Arena has its own reasonable and powerful rules, otherwise it would have been wiped out long ago.

"Mr. Hongshen is welcome to come back next time." Walking through countless alleys twisting and turning, the thief in front finally pushed open a door, and respectfully said to Lu Zhan.

"I will, Mr. Thief. This is five hundred gold coins, let's take it as a reward for leading me." Lu Zhan walked out of the secret door in the sewer, looked around and felt very satisfied, and then took out five hundred gold coins. The gold coin is handed to the thief.

This behavior may seem unnecessary, but it is actually necessary.Although there are many exits to the Dark Fighting Arena, there are also differences between safe and unsafe. After all, the places where the exits are established are different.And those who can decide this are the seemingly inconspicuous low-level personnel of the fighting field. Otherwise, if the exit they bring is in the dangerous west coast underground gang's sphere of influence, it will be more troublesome.

"Thank you for your gift! This is near the Sky Tower on the outskirts of the west coast, I wish you a happy day!" The thief took the miniature storage ring with a smile on his face, then turned around wisely and stepped into the secret door, but he never But what to ask.

Looking up at the dimly lit sky, Lu Zhan, who hadn't slept all night, also felt sleepy.The bloody carnage is a stimulating hormone at the time, but afterward, it can only make people tired and irritable.Especially after seeing a few fighters of the same level as him watching and fighting like monkeys, the joy of getting a large sum of gold coins could not conceal a trace of sadness in his heart.

Before gaining enough respectable abilities, even special fighters are just playthings of those powerful and rich people.

The uninhabited sewer was filthy, and there were many mouths with sharp beaks and short tails. They looked at the tall black-robed human beings in front of them suspiciously. place.

"Forget it, go back and have a good rest, everything will pass." Tiredly pressing down the brim of his hat, Lu Zhan dragged his seriously injured body after the fierce battle and walked towards the West Coast Moonlight Tavern branch.

"I want to go home, and I want to stand on the top of this continent. No one can control me, except myself."

Covered in blood, he collapsed in the room of the Moonlight Tavern, and Lu Zhan fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, he dreamed of his parents on earth crying in front of his charred corpse. He dreamed that he only felt boring before, but now he feels warm. At school, I also dreamed of the Internet cafe I often go to, and Kuizi's simple and honest face.

Everything in the world can only be cherished when it is lost.

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West Coast, Luton Special Mercenary Tavern.

Dozens of very secretive fighters who dressed themselves quietly sat in the corner of the bar drinking wine.Different from other mercenary taverns, Luton's special mercenary tavern did not have high-spirited chats and aimless bragging at all, only the sound of silent drinking and low-pitched coughing.

But this is normal, because Luton's special mercenary tavern is not open to the public.It only serves fighters in the dark fighting world. Here, the dark fighters who risk their lives for money exchange news with each other and walk in the shadows under the sun.

"Urgent notice! Brothers... Recently, in more than a dozen dark fighting arenas such as Death Sacrifice Dark Fighting Arena, Blood Memory Dark Fighting Arena, and Soul of Destruction Dark Fighting Arena, a mysterious dark fighter 'Red God' appeared. In a Within a month, the 'Red God' killed 78 colleagues from the 25th to the [-]th rank. According to the star rating, his combat power has reached a five-star threat level below the [-]th rank!"

As if waiting for everyone to arrive, the bald boss on the bar counter frowned solemnly and said to all the warriors in the bar.

"According to reliable sources, the 'Red God' is a blood berserker among the four major professions of ghost swordsmen. He is good at using giant swords. The skills of the blood energy system are very powerful in attack power, and his fighting awareness and accomplishment are extremely strong. He only participates in the Spartan style. Fighting and potion-free props competition. Our Dark Fighters Association once secretly invited him to join, but he was rejected on the spot. Sharing this news now, please pay attention to fighters who are usually good at these two modes of fighting. He has never failed, and every fighter who has seen him has died, if you encounter this killing god, my suggestion is to give up the game immediately!"

While talking, the bald boss turned around and scratched a few lines on the wooden board behind the bar: "Urgent news this month: 'Red God' is here!"

……

A month passed in a blink of an eye, and the west coast seemed calm on the surface, but in the dark, the surging undercurrent was about to pierce a big hole in the dark world!
West Coast, Carrington Special Mercenary Tavern.

"'Red God' continues to wreak havoc! Attention all dark fighters from 25th to [-]th rank, all dark fighters participating in the Spartan Fighting Competition and the No Potion and No Item Competition! Recently, no one is allowed to participate in these two Item fighting mode! The time to lift the ban will be notified separately. In addition, [-] dark fighters have died in the hands of the "Red God" this month. If anyone has specific information about the Red God, the Mainland Dark Fighters Guild will have A huge reward that satisfies you is waiting for you!"

……

It's another beautiful month, and the prosperity of the west coast hasn't changed in the slightest. Pearl of Humanity is trying to absorb the breath and technology of various races, and is slowly transforming the city.But the prosperity on the surface cannot conceal the darkness that grows behind it.Now the underground atmosphere on the entire west coast has become very weird, and even the unknowing west coast royal guards have moved.

West Coast Dark Fighters Guild.

"Damn! What does this 'Red God' want to do? No money, no weapons, just kill every opponent in front of him, he is simply a lunatic! A pervert!" In a dark and gloomy secret room, a man in black couldn't hide his Angry, growled and said.

"He seems to be a butcher who only wants to kill people. But he has to admit that his combat literacy is really superb. In the past ten years or so, I haven't seen anyone who can use the skills of the blood berserker to such an extent. Even many legendary berserkers can't." Another man in black said coldly with his arms crossed.

"We can't punish him, because he really didn't reach the limit range of the 25th order. He also got rid of the good trackers, and it was impossible to find his place of residence. But if this goes on, the [-]th to [-]th order Spartans Fighting competitions without drugs and without props will be abolished. No one has participated in these two competitions for more than ten days in a row..." Another female figure in black robe stretched out her slender fingers and tapped on the table lightly.

Subsequently, the entire meeting fell into a frozen silence.Everyone understood that this matter could not be dealt with in an aboveboard manner. After all, the game of the Dark Fighting Arena was life, and even the Dark Fighter Guild had no right to ask the contestants not to kill people.So there is only one path left, a path that the Dark Fighters Guild has always wanted to avoid.

"Blood Memory Dark Fighting Arena is the place where he first appeared. It has been verified that he used the internal badge of the Pamir family. Elder Gumos, you send some people to slaughter this family. Elder Naga, you bring some people Ambushes in the major fighting arenas, if the 'Red God' appears, kill it immediately after the battle."

The final silence was ended by the man in black sitting at the head.He waved his hand, ending this seemingly insignificant affair.As a giant in the dark world of the west coast, erasing a third-rate family is nothing more than a piece of cake.

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Branches of West Coast and Moonlight Tavern.

"The recent atmosphere has been getting worse. It seems that the Dark Fighters Guild is also planning to deal with me." Wrapping himself with a powerful bandage, Lu Zhan quietly thought about what happened these days.

Since the first time he stepped into the dark fighting arena, Lu Zhan has killed nearly two hundred fighters of the same stage.The gold coins earned have also approached the tens of millions mark, and the rank has soared to the height of 29th rank like a rocket.But in exchange for these, it is the distaste for the massacre of the same kind in land warfare, the growing rejection of land warfare in the dark fighting arena, and the dilemma that no one participates in the two modes of competition.

Although this kind of promotion speed is dozens of times faster than that of slaughtering aliens, Lu Zhan is very bored in his heart. He participates in Spartan-style fighting and fighting games without medicine and props more to hone his martial skills , rather than wanton murder.And if this continues, Lu Zhan faintly feels that something big will happen.The Dark Fighters Guild, which is like a giant beast, will never let itself indulge in such a silent manner. The tail has been thrown off by itself the first few times, and the final attack is definitely not that simple.

Sure enough, just when Lu Zhan decided to participate in the competition for the last time.The news that the Pamir family was wiped out overnight spread.

Just thinking about it for a while, a sneer appeared on the corner of Lu Zhan's mouth, who was sitting in the catering department and drinking elf wine.No matter what the reason for the sudden extermination of the Pamir family is, as long as there is a possibility that it is related to him, Lu Zhan will no longer have any contact with the dark fighting arena.

"That world is a black area where lunatics, psychopaths, loveless people, and perverts gather. In the final analysis, it is not a place I can adapt to..." After drinking the wine in his glass, Lu Zhan dropped a few Picking up the copper coins, he picked up the huge sword and walked out of the gate of the Moonlight Tavern.

"Qie Nuo, my room needs to be cleaned properly. I'll be back in two days." Lu Zhan patted the shoulder of the receptionist who was cleaning outside the door, and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, sir. It will definitely be as efficient as usual! Please believe in my dedication." The robust receptionist seemed very surprised, but then he replied meticulously.

"By the way, I have a pile of rubbish here. If you have nothing to do, please throw it away for me." Lu Zhan said while taking out a package wrapped in rags from the mental space, and handed it to the receptionist Cheno.

"Okay, sir!" Although Cheno was a little confused about what was in the package, his mature hospitality experience made him understand what it means not to see what you shouldn't see, and what you shouldn't do if you don't do it.

Lu Zhan smiled, turned and left without saying anything.

He casually threw the package into the magic blender nearby. Cheno was still a little confused, but after thinking about it, there seemed to be no problem, and he immediately cleaned up the surroundings of the tavern.

It's just that no one saw it. Somewhere in the darkness, Lu Zhan was dimly looking at the small package in the magic blender, as if recalling something.

The wrapping was cut by a sharp magic scraper, revealing a covered black robe familiar to all dark fighting circles, and a dozen or so metal badges with the words 'Dark Fighting...Champion' faintly written on it .

With the cutting of the magic blender, whether it was the black robe representing the 'Red God' or the dozen or so champion medals of the Dark Fighting Competition, they all slowly turned to ashes.

Recalling the desperate look in the eyes of "Jue" when his head was blown off with his soul-eating hand, and the wailing of "Tyrannosaurus" when his throat was cut off by himself, Lu Zhan suddenly felt that the more than 200 people he killed in three months All the dead souls dissipated with the annihilation of those medals and black robes.

"We are all people with stories, and we still want to continue our stories." The mourning of the dead gradually drifted into the air, changing from clarity to bleakness.

"From now on, there will be no more Red God." Lu Zhan stood quietly for a moment, then turned around, and simply walked towards the nearby teleportation array.

(End of this chapter)