Surviving The Game As A Barbarian Light Novel Novels & Stories

Shadows pressed against the reinforced doors and windows, green eyes glowing faintly under the moonlight. “Now!” I shouted. I slammed my hands to the floor. Energy surged, vines bursting violently from cracks in the concrete. Verdant Barrier rose in front of the team — walls of crystalline leaves twisting like serpents, roots snapping around the feet of any attacker. The horde slammed against it, screeching. My arms burned almost instantly, veins glowing green as I forced more energy into the barrier. “Hold them!” I yelled to Kira and Mara. Kira swung her crowbar, bashing through heads and limbs, while Mara’s knife slashed at anything that slipped past the roots. Noah fired sporadically, rel

beta Samual, Blaze, Storm, and Rain shifted, teeth bared. Thorn's voice echoed through the night. "Baron, your presence is unwelcome." The darkness seemed to pulse, Baron's presence stood still, he knew that voice. Shadows twisted, his army emerging. Baron's sneer cut through the night. "Thorn, your reign ends tonight." Thorn's eyes blazed. "You'll never claim my realm." He laughed. Battle cries erupted as the packs clashed. Dark magic exploded, shaking the earth. Ryker, Gage, Samual, Blaze, Storm, and Rain fought valiantly. Kira, Mom, and Alpha shielded our young. Alpha Roland and Thorn led the charge, their strength unmatched.

Even though the sword radiance of Caspian was sharp and the sword Qi was unparalleled, it would not be able to kill them if it was less powerful. If it were someone else, the Barbaric Clan might not have been killed. Instead, they would have been killed by the other half. This was the war between the imperial army and the Barbaric Clan! Although the Boorish Desolate Demon Race was extraordinary, the vanguard army was not easy to deal with either. They were all used to licking blood on the blade, and fighting to the death with the Boorish Desolate Demon race was more exciting. The magical powers and magic weapons were extremely bright. They forced them to retreat.

Losing both of his eyes! “I love torture but I hate future problems. That’s the difference between us, how we handle our toys~” K Whatever giggled, “I wonder how many times are you going to resurrect?” Baruk was alarmed, he has no pearl left! “No! Please!” Before Baruk could be grabbed her hand, K Whatever didn’t listen and slit his throat, leaving him flinched and blood coming out!

A group of thirty royal knights is stationed on the north side of Locrottum, with half of them protecting the border and the other half distributing food to the soldiers stationed there and people waiting in line for free meals. “We have been without food for a month here, and because this is the north side of our empire, next to the Trogiaion Empire, which is always encircled by cold and snow, the people and some of our warriors here are always hungry and cold. It is also difficult to hunt here, because most of the possible prey are on the other side of this border.” The commander reports while on bended knees, demonstrating respect to the person he's speaking with within the huge tent.

“You might have survived this, but more is yet to come. Be brave if you can’t, come back and give it what it wants. He then disappeared right before my eyes. Another warning I couldn’t understand, it was always like that with him. I was done. I didn’t care anymore. I continued my way. after what felt like forever, just as dawn broke through. A small village appeared up ahead. Blind hope, a sense of security flooded my body. My steps felt lighter and I pushed forward. I was almost there, just a little longer. That was what I told myself, a little smile playing on my lips. Just before I entered the village, another stranger appeared out of nowhere. The man from before, the one who helped then

"This is a survival game. The first round is against the beasts. If we survive, we move to the next." "And the next?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. His jaw clenched. "We fight each other." A cold dread settled in my chest. The rules were simple. Barbaric. Survive the beasts. Fight fellow captives. Be sold to the highest bidder. A twisted form of entertainment for the so-called elite. “I know what you're thinking, but don't worry, I'll protect you.” he assured me. Pierce moved swiftly, his fingers brushing against my face as he smeared dirt and grime over my skin. The rough texture of dried mud mixed with blood coated my cheeks, dulling my features beneath the makeshift camouflage

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

- I admitted with a bit of amusement, although I grew serious shortly after seeing Oliver's expression. This situation was not at all funny and I knew I had to learn to fight as well. Fortunately, I trusted Oliver to teach me whatever I needed. After returning home, I began to study the books as well, especially all mentions of werewolves, especially young, wild individuals who avoided packs in order to live completely free. ~~~~~~~~~

At the same time, over on the other side. Two of Regal Palace’s elite fighters were harvesting human lives as fast as they could. As a result, at least twenty enemies died in their hands. Suddenly, one of them heard a huge boom and immediately saw his mate flying away on the impact of a heavy object. “Who is it?” He was shocked and immediately saw the appearance of a huge man, overgrown with hair, looking just like a caveman. The blow came from this unexpected caveman. “I’m Barbarian, who are you?”