Kill him! Shove your damn spear, as thick as my dick, into that cursed monster's body!"
"Crush that beast! I want to see blood! Death is your only destination!"
The stands of the gladiatorial arena were, as always, enveloped by the clamor of the bloodthirsty crowd. They stood high above, like gods who controlled the fate of the gladiators in the arena.
They were high and mighty, like masters watching beasts fight in a cage, cheering for the beasts' claws, teeth, and blood, then generously expressing their pleasure and satisfaction.
Until the first tremor echoed through the entire arena.
Buzz.
The sound was low but so distinct, as if it came from beneath their feet, so loud that even the pervasive clamor couldn't mask it. They began to quiet down, wanting to listen carefully to this strange sound.
Buzz buzz.
The vibrating sound grew more distinct, accompanied by a slight shaking sensation. The entire towering arena began to tremble with the buzzing.
Even the gladiators currently battling in the arena stopped, lowering their weapons. The instincts forged through countless days and nights of slaughter made them sense a fatal danger approaching.
Panic was already spreading among the crowd high in the stands. The people surged, startled by the unknown commotion, their heated minds now cooled by terror.
Many stood up from their seats, wanting to leave this dangerous place. Even the unmoving magic array above their heads couldn't give them a sense of security.
But the next moment, the originally slow buzzing suddenly quickened, forming a continuous, mighty resonance throughout the entire arena.
Cracks began to spread across the solid, thick walls of the arena. The ground beneath their feet continuously vibrated with the resonance, as if a demon from the abyss wished to break free from the world's shackles and crawl out of the bottomless pit.
"Help!"
"Run!"
"Get out of the way, don't block my path!"
The crowd in the stands screamed and roared. No one held onto hope anymore. They all surged towards the arena's exits, strong men shoving past the weaker ones in front.
Old people, women, and children were swept along by the current of people, but if they weren't careful with their footing, they would fall into the crowd, never to rise again.
But before they could squeeze through that doorway, which usually seemed wide but now felt so narrow, there was a deafening rumble.
The walls of the entire arena began to tilt outwards and collapse with a grating, twisting sound.
The cracks made these walls unable to support the heavy structure. Countless stacked boulders broke apart, turning into rolling rubble that crashed down.
They crushed those who couldn't escape into a pulp of flesh and blood, then continued to roll, crashing into the dust.
At this moment, the entire dome of the arena also collapsed as if the sky had fallen.
The enormous magic array that had enveloped the arena, without the support of its magic nodes, shattered like glass with a crack.
Deep fissures also opened up in the originally compacted, solid, and smooth ground.
These fissures were like opened gates of hell. A heavy scent of sulfur and magma, mixed with various ozone and corrosive smells, rose from the deep cracks.
Dark red and crimson magma and molten fire, still boiling, surged skyward in plumes, accompanied by a pungent sulfurous smell, licking at the solidly built high stands.
Then they converged into rivers of magma and molten fire, spreading across every space on the ground, following the flat terrain.
Boom! The base of the high stands, having been corroded by the magma and vibrated by the resonance, could no longer hold up.
The supporting base cracked and split, directly collapsing amidst the terrified gazes of the crowd.
Countless people, screaming in despair, fell with the high stands, buried by the collapsing structures, and engulfed by dust along with the once-lofty stands.
And a few lucky survivors, who had escaped immediate death and were still praying in place, found themselves trapped in corners of the ruins. They noticed that the entire world, which had been boiling moments ago, suddenly fell silent.
A strange sensation made them look towards the center of the arena. Amidst the swirling dust and the steamy, boiling magma vapor, pairs of red pupils were concealed.
These pupils contained indifference, brutality, and cruelty, seemingly encompassing all the negative emotions in the world.
The owners of these pairs of pupils emerged from the gradually dissipating dust. Steamy magma and sulfurous fumes enveloped them, like crimson halos adorning their bodies.
Each of them was so tall and strong. Their naked bodies were covered in dense, fine scales, showcasing excellent defense.
And beneath the various colored scales, bulging, knotted muscles indicated the terrifying power they possessed.
The strongest one had silver fur with crimson streaks, and a pair of winding Dragon Horns on its head. Its fleshy wings, which could span the sky when spread, instinctively flapped, stirring up rolling waves of magma and molten fire. This was a Dragonborn Wolf.
"Mon... Monster!"
"The monster has escaped!"
The lucky survivor hidden beneath the ruins trembled uncontrollably, a pungent, urinous smell spreading from a wet stain between its legs.
Bang, bang, bang!
Heavy footsteps came from behind these monsters. The monsters silently knelt towards the source of the sound.
An even larger red monster emerged from the boiling magma vapor. Its eleven-meter-long body was like the embodiment of power in the world. Its full muscles bulged, and the curves of its body were as clear and pronounced as a carved stone sculpture.
On its majestic and ferocious head were two pairs of thick,its branched true Dragon Horns, like a demon that had walked out of purgatory. Its entire body was covered in crimson scales, which, amidst the rising hot steam, seemed to be wrapped in a layer of flowing, flickering flames.
One after another, massive monsters of various colors emerged from behind this red monster: red monsters, white monsters, black monsters, blue monsters.
Each monster was larger than the Dragonborn Wolf, but all these monsters silently looked at the most powerful red monster standing at the very front.
That was their leader, and the master of all the monsters present.
The red monster's vertical pupils held surging flames, and smog bellowed out from its nostrils. It raised its ferocious and majestic head and roared loudly, and rolling Dragon Language echoed through this ruin.
"Come! I can't wait any longer! The Dragon Clan's hunting time has arrived!"
Roar! The monsters behind it also roared to the sky, letting out their first excited Dragon Clan's roar since being trapped. The monsters kneeling on the ground also raised their heads and let out terrifying roars.
Whoosh! The red monster spread its nearly twenty-meter wings and soared up with the enraged Dragon Clan. The howling wind also subsided beneath its powerful wings. Its Dragon Clan rode the fierce gale, following closely behind.
The Dragon Clan soared in the sky, while the Dragonborn Wolf ran across the earth. They would drink their enemies' blood to their fill.