Bizarre Detective Agency

  Chapter 1381 Twenty-three. Three battles

  Ghoul lair, ghoul town, ghoul kingdom.

  Humanity's division of ghoul forces is not accurate, and the gap in scale has also increased exponentially.

  Based on the scale that Lu Li glimpsed in the dream, the blood plague group should be somewhere between the lair and the town: stronger than the lair, but weaker than the town.

   After all, they are weird and not strong in the east, and they are forced to migrate south.

   But it is also relative to the east.

   Driven out by wolves, a lone wolf can still wreak havoc among sheep.

  And the blood plague group is inferior to the small town, it should only be in size—because the cruel Midnight City cannot support too many civilians.

  In any case, Lu Li and the accompanying four ghoul warriors represented the ghoul lair during this trip to the outpost of the blood plague group.

   It can be predicted that if Lu Li fails, the best outcome for the ghoul fighters is to stay at the outpost.

  Among the desolate and decaying ruins, four crawling ghoul warriors protected a short ghoul warlock who walked upright and leaned on a spine stick.

   Lu Li thought the skull was useless, so he replaced it with a strong spine rod that was too heavy for the warlock's frail body.

  As the streets bordering the south and east approach, the characteristics of the ghoul group gradually appear on the side of the road: skulls inserted on wooden sticks and scattered pieces of plague-tainted meat.

  Blood plague group outpost—a temporary nest composed of theaters, monasteries, and residential areas. The low walls of flesh and blood could not hide the busy silhouette of the lair.

   There are no ghoul civilians, only ghoul warriors are carrying firewood and stones.

  The approach of five ghouls draws the outpost's attention. A team of ghouls similar to Lu Li approached, leading Lu Li through the blood pool soaked with ghouls and into the flesh-covered Plague Monastery.

  The statue of the **** in the auditorium is cut in half, and the leader of the ferocious ghoul, which is nearly four meters high, is seated on the half of the statue. Facing Lu Li's arrival, it raised its bone whip.

Snapped-

  The sound of breaking through the air followed Lu Li's scream. Rolling up the dust, tearing the blood blanket under your feet.

   "You are not blood... who are you?"

  A dull sound like the wheels of a wagon carrying a heavy load resounded in the Flesh Monastery.

   "The new warlock."

  Lu Li looked directly at the ghoul leader.

   "Instead of blood bones?"

   "Exactly."

   "Coward...it's a disgrace to the Clan..."

  The snake-like pale bone whip was slowly withdrawn from Lu Li's side, "I hope you're not."

   "Take it down. Tell the warriors, the arena is open!"

  The strong ghoul warrior stepped into the **** monastery, and put the shackles on the defenseless ghoul warrior whose body was comparable to that of a civilian.

  Lu Li was no exception. His spinal rod was taken away, and he was locked in a cramped cave where he could only curl up his body.

  The swaying shadows and crawling sounds outside the skeleton fence indicate that ghouls are watching.

  Lu Li could escape at any time, but he just waited quietly and continued to strengthen his body silently.

  The long darkness was broken by the "crack" sound from the fence.

  Lu Li climbed out of the crypt cage, followed the ghoul team through the empty outpost, and gradually approached the chaotic howling and stench-filled theater.

  They opened a bone fence door leading to the theater and let Lu Li in.

  Lu Li got into the crudely dug hole, looked back at the re-closed bone fence door, and then walked towards the depths where the howling echoed.

  Gloom enveloped the body for a short time, and then replaced by gradually clear shouts and light

  Another bone fence door stood in front of him.

  Lu Li went to the fence gate and peeked out. The theater transformed into an arena was full of ghouls, and the huge figure of the leader of the ghouls was looming in the main seat.

  It's like a human audience in a hideous and **** skin waiting for a beast fight.

  In front of the weapon rack next to it, rusty swords, hammers, antlers... everything that can be used as a weapon is placed on it, stained with dried blood.

  Lu Li saw that his spinal rod was also placed on the weapon rack.

  Pick up the spine rod and put it aside temporarily, and continue to choose from various weapon racks.

  A thick iron rod that looked like a lamppost caught Lu Li's attention. The dead man's head was inlaid on the top of the iron rod like an ornament, with empty eye sockets facing Lu Li.

  Lu Li picked it up, and his claws just grasped it. Weighs about eighty pounds, but is too long. Lu Li, who was the size of a ghoul warlock, was like a door.

  click—

  At this time, the twisted rope dragged the fence door and creaked up, and the noise outside poured into the cave without any cover.

  Lu Li no longer chose, took off the head of the dead man, put a skull on the iron staff, and stepped into the arena.

  Intense **** smell mixed with rotten breath rushed towards his face. Lu Li raised his head, as if he saw an eye condensed with blood and plague looking down at this place.

   This is a ritual.

   Sacrifice to please the ghoul king with battle and blood.

  Before Void's quietly watching gaze caught his attention, Lu Li looked away.

  The rough roar of the ghoul leader echoed in the arena:

   "Warlock, prove your courage three times to be independent!"

   "To win, to be honored. To die, to be eaten."

  Looking around at the howling ghouls in the auditorium, Lu Li held his spinal stick.

  He survived Chrissy's prank contest, but not the ghoul horde's gladiatorial fight.

   Lu Li's gaze fell to the opposite side of the arena where gravel, bones, and blood-soaked mud were scattered. A ghoul warrior with a size close to the limit slowly crawled out of the shadows, roaring and pounced on Lu Li.

  It's right, a warlock is so weak that a ghoul civilian can easily kill it. But as long as the distance is enough, a lair cannot kill a warlock.

   But Lu Li is not a Warlock.

  Holding the 80-pound "staff", Lu Li raised it high and smashed it down heavily towards the ghoul warrior who was rushing towards him in the wind.

  Boom—

  Beautiful layered flowers bloom.

First, the fragile skull attached to the "staff" was scattered and splashed, and then the staff contacted the head without hindrance, the hard skull deformed and sunken, and the "staff" squeezed and sunk into the skull, just like throwing a stone into it. The rotten swamp, the stench of minced meat scattered in all directions.

   Headless ghoul warriors fall, radiating slime and rotting flesh around them.

  Screams announcing Lu Li's victory sounded in the arena. The ghouls cleaned up the arena—dragged the corpses out of the arena, and then a **** fight started in the stands.

  The second game followed. Lu Li shook off the rotten flesh on the "Staff" and looked towards the raised second fence.

  A warlock clutching a bone staff steps out, raising the staff to release a filthy aura of plague.

  Lu Li rushed towards the Warlock like a warrior, bearing the halo of the plague, ignoring the rotting and healing flesh, and swung his "staff" at the Warlock who was screaming incomprehensibly.

   Warlocks have softer skulls than fighters. The filling is not festering loose flesh and blood, the frail and thin body is almost split open, and the gelatinous snot-like mucus splashes all over the walls and the bodies of the audience on the edge.

   "The Bloody Skull Crusher—"

  Lu Li heard the audience screaming.

   Regret not insisting on keeping Chrissy in the game, at least the Bloodline Family Alliance will not have such a bad name.

  The body of the warlock was lifted out of the arena, and the third gladiatorial battle came.

  (end of this chapter)