I am the magnetic field maniac

It was only translated into the word "monkey" by humans because it is similar to the pronunciation of "monkey" in the language of the Human Empire.

But in fact, the real meaning of this word is "a species worthy of extinction", and originally it referred to a deformed humanoid cannibalistic creature that once invaded the Eldar homeland and was eventually exterminated.

When an Eldar calls you this, it probably means you are an uncultured cannibal.

This is just like the white people in the colonial era calling people of color "humanoids", and it's similar to the green skins calling humans "shrimp"...

Both names carry a kind of contempt and what humans actually understand is the pronunciation problem caused by different races and languages...

However, the name Ada comes purely from the racial contempt brought about by the belief in the superiority of species and civilization.

Although humans in the 40K era seem to be no different from cannibals compared to other races...

Of course, in this shithole-like universe, racial contempt is really nothing. The entire Warhammer 40k can be seen as a hodgepodge of various bad phenomena. The arrogance and inhumanity of the Eldar, a fallen race, can be seen as a "Space British Empire".

After all, they were all once great, but now they have fallen and even their mothers can’t recognize them.

But the arrogance of the Eldar is not entirely unfounded...

In fact, as a race created by the Old Saints in the War in Heaven to deal with the Necrons, the Eldar do possess racial superiority far beyond that of humans.

Even though the Eldar have deteriorated greatly in all indicators compared to the War in Heaven, they still possess many racial advantages that humans cannot possess.

Let’s not talk about their common psychic talents, after all, they were designed as a race for this purpose…

However, because of Slaanesh, even if they have psychic talents... only a very small number of Ark Eldar will follow the corresponding path of war wizards and prophets to delve into the power of psychic powers.

But the Eldar's superiority is not only in their psychic talents, they are also born with physical qualities that surpass those of humans.

The average height is two meters, and the weight is so light that it is almost ridiculous.

A fully armed Eldar warrior weighs less than 60kg... and this is not just because their wraithbone armor is light enough.

But although they are extremely light, just like the derogatory name "bean sprouts" that everyone calls the Eldar...the Eldar are not a group of skinny bamboos. Their muscles are far more resilient than those of humans, and their structure is more effective, more elastic and tolerant than that of humans, giving them powerful high-speed mobility.

At the same time, the Eldar are also stronger than humans in terms of reaction speed, heart rate, thinking ability, hearing, smell and vision, and lifespan...

Even ordinary Space Marines pale in comparison to the Eldar in some aspects, even in the eyes of Aspect Warriors such as the Howling Banshees, who are known for their agility...

Those big Space Marines with no name and no face are as clumsy as the greenskins.

And it is precisely because of these many unique talents that the Eldar can become the galactic overlords after the Necrons, and call themselves the successors of the Old Saints...

Even at the end of the empire when the entire empire fell into hedonism and collective depravity, they could easily compete with the peak of humanity in the Golden Age and rule the galaxy.

It is precisely because of this idea of ​​"the ancestors were rich" that the Eldar have such unreasonable arrogance...

Especially the Dark Eldar who claim to be the orthodox Eldar Empire, are arrogant and look down on others in some ways.

They consider themselves to be a superior race with qualities far superior to humans... Even if humans use their crude biotechnology to create a group of deformed gorillas, they are only worthy of looking up to Aida's glory.

They refused to acknowledge the afterglow of the empire, just like a group of old people living in the shadow of their former glory.

Of course, this can still be said to be a stereotyped prejudice... After all, among the Dark Eldar, arrogant fools are absolutely non-existent.

After all, fools will be killed by their own people in the internal competition...

What's more, most of the "half-life children" born from artificial wombs and clones in Comoros live no better than slaves.

But no matter which Eldar, whether it is the Ark Eldar or the Dark Eldar, the Savage Eldar or the Harlequin Troupe, they are all proud of their elegant and gorgeous battles and despise any superficial fighting.

Just like the Bloody Kane they believe in, Kane, who is similar to Khorne, pursues not only the law of the jungle, but a more gorgeous and deadly dance of killing, a bloody dance that is gorgeous and magnificent enough!

This is even more true for the Witch Cult and Nightmare Cult that worship Cain... Whether it's a succubus or a nightmare, they all regard honing their combat skills and performing gorgeous dances as the ultimate pursuit in life... and regard performing for Cain as the greatest pursuit in life.

Even though Red Hand Kane is no longer around, they still insist on doing things this way - the Eldar have always fought like this, and compared to the cold, efficiency-seeking, and straightforward movements of the Space Marines, the Eldar's battle dance is always gorgeous and deadly.

But now, at the bottom of the dark and cold Comoros, a deadly dance that was not performed by Ada was unfolding.

Facing the terrifying army driven by the Beast King, the young man holding a Clive broadsword showed no fear at all.

There was only coldness in his eyes, and his hands and feet were imprisoned, making it hard to believe that he could mount a decent counterattack.

As a particularly exciting piece of music sounded, the massacre began...

With his toes lightly tapping the ground, the boy burst out with a speed that even the elves' terrifying perception ability could not capture, and this time it was even faster than before!

And at the same time as this speed, it is also intertwined with extremely deadly and bloody weapons!

In this windless space, an incomparable gust of wind spun along with the twisted blade in the young man's hand...

The violent wind transformed into countless cutting forces, creating hundreds and thousands of cuts in an instant!

To be fair, his battles were not as gorgeous and exciting as those of the succubi.

There were no unnecessary movements, nor any gestures of humiliating the opponent as a winner and the one with the upper hand. There was only pure, deadly and swift slaughter.

A simple blade created a gorgeous shadow in his hand, and with a single swing... he cut the two huge clawed demons that were rushing towards him into shredded meat!

The dancing of the wind was far from stopping, and as the young man turned, an invisible blade dance wind hung in the arena, turning the razor wings that swept in into a pile of debris!

The blade created by wind is harder than steel.

The dance never stopped, the endless gusts of wind swept through and created a wind dance more gorgeous than any dancer from Comoros.

The young man did not stop, but just kept dancing... and from beginning to end, he only uttered a cold sentence in the long-forgotten local language of ancient Terra.

Bai Jiafeng's sword! !

"Sigh, good job, harder, harder, oh, sweetheart, I can't take it anymore!!"

"Kill all those monsters. I want him—I want to see him in bed tonight!!"

There was an uproar and the entire arena was filled with crazy cheers. Most of the Eldar here could not even see what the human was doing.

But it doesn’t matter, they saw the gorgeous killing, and that’s enough!

These picky Dark Eldars reveled in the boy's performance. They shouted his name and cheered for a "ape" who was not an Eldar and whom they despised!

This is Comoros. Compared to the Ark World with its rigid and pathetic rules, this place may be full of decadence and misery... But on the other hand, the adherence to concepts and principles here is also very low.

Comoros, as long as you are strong enough, you can have everything!!

Even respect and freedom!

Among all the audience, only very few people could catch the gestures of his movements.

Hidden among a group of low-level spectators, there was a young man who was observing the scene with great interest.

This is a very beautiful Eldar, with long fiery red hair falling behind her feet like a waterfall, a tall and slender body, skin as white as plaster, straight and pointed ears, and an extremely pretty face.

Of course, her outfit is also very revealing, with multiple blade armor and bikini-like leather clothing. The exposed part of her upper body is even more than the covered part, which makes people wonder at first glance what her equipment is protecting.

But the barbs and spikes in her hair, as well as the evil blade that the Witch Cult only gives to the most elite candidates, prove that she is by no means a simple and cheap prostitute.

In fact, she is indeed a well-known figure among the Dark Eldar.

She has had many titles, including Queen of the Night, Master of Competition, Source of Darkness, and Queen of Blades.

She once killed ten Chaos Space Marines besieging her within thirty seconds of entering the arena, and once faced an almost invincible Hive Tyrant.

What's worse is that she almost killed Lucius.

Yes, the only failure of Lucius, the chosen champion of Slaanesh, when he was captured and taken to the Commorra Arena was caused by her.

Although it was not a glorious fight, but just a fight to capture the escaped gladiator——

But no matter what, no matter how shameful Lucius was, she was able to easily destroy this Chosen One of Slaanesh, which showed her ability.

Her name is Lilith Heslapekos, the most powerful succubus in the Witch Cult.

She shouldn't have been here. Even if the fights here could attract her to watch, she should have been on the field instead of in the audience.

In fact, she was not there to watch the fights.

Lilith is currently employed by a big shot and comes here to eliminate all the problems in this arena, or to plant some problems.

The foolish owner of the arena thought it was her gladiators that attracted so many big names, but in fact, she was stupid and knew nothing.

Lilith looked at Selene, who was looking smug on the podium, with contempt, as if she was looking at a brainless sow.

Doesn't this idiot think that no matter how exciting the fights are, no matter how attractive the gladiators are, they cannot constitute the premise for attracting those big shots to come?

Leaving aside the venomous-tongued Madam Malès of the conspiracy group, the Overlord of Nether City is not one to like leaving his conspiracy court.

He didn't like adding uncertainty to his rule... Even though the power in Victor's hands was undoubtedly the strongest in Comoros, he still didn't want to add some variables to himself.

The stronger the gladiator performed, the less likely Victor would leave the palace on his own initiative and expose himself to an uncertain factor.

After all, if given a chance, even someone as powerful as Victor could be killed with just a dagger piercing his heart.

Of course, an assassination of this level would never be enough to kill this black-hearted tyrant.

But Lilith had to admit that her attention was indeed attracted by the battle on the field.

Not those weak and ignorant beasts, but they were attracted by that human, that monkey boy.

"Atherakhia——"

Lilith couldn't help but say a word of the ancient elves, and the meaning of this word is gorgeous destruction.

Lilith's legs trembled slightly, and she almost couldn't control herself from squeezing inwards. Her eyes were so charming that they seemed to be dripping with water, and her slender fingers kept humming softly as they stroked the slender and vicious blade at her waist.

Yes, she was indeed in heat.

But it’s not because of her looks or other stupid factors. What makes Lilith happy is the moments facing her gorgeous “dance partner”.

She doesn't care about superficial appearance, what matters to her is the moment of dancing with the powerful and gorgeous warrior - the collision of blades and the incomparable pleasure of walking on the edge of the excitement of life!

So, Lilith has been hunting down the champion of Slaanesh all this time...

She had left Commorragh several times in the hope of finding the infamous Lucius the Indestructible... because she wanted to strip him of his enchanted armor, deprive him of the blessing of Slaanesh, and then have a fair dance with him herself.

Because that will be the greatest duel Comoros has ever witnessed, and Lilith, who slaughtered the Dark Prince's chosen one, will also become an immortal myth!

But now, in her mind, the extremely clear phantom of Lucius gradually dissipated.

The one who replaced him was this monkey-like boy.

Is he stronger than Lucius? She doesn't know, but his dance is definitely more gorgeous than Lucius's!

"you are mine……"

Lilith stretched out her slender and scarlet tongue to lick the blood-stained red lips, looked at the boy in the field, pulled out her fingers from the gap between her thighs, and said with a sweet smile...

"Bai Qianshuang, you are my prey!"

6. Cheer for victory

Before this battle began, no one thought that this human boy named Bai Qianshuang could survive or even win.

He was facing an entire army of beasts, an army of beasts that could easily destroy a team of Space Marines together.

And he was just a skinny ape.

Although he had a weapon and had miraculously defeated an impossible enemy, how could he achieve victory against such an army?

But the result is that he is still standing here intact, he is still killing, and he still holds the road to victory!

Only the winners deserve cheers and support!

The entire arena of Dark Eldar went crazy for him, even those who bet on him to lose!

"Bai Qianshuang! Bai Qianshuang!"

The excited Eldar shouted his name, twitching with excitement, and some perverted guys even read to themselves on the spot, with their hands all over the floor. Wow, it was so terrifying! !

But this is the Dark Eldar, this is the Druchii

Their lives were devoured by Slaanesh, so they filled this devouring with even more frantic joy.

Anything that can bring freshness and excitement is what they pursue crazily.

Fresh happiness is the source of their life, and a gladiator who transcends common sense can make them feel incomparable happiness beyond their cognition!

Happy, endless happiness!

Seeking new stimulation within the ever-expanding threshold of happiness is like a donkey loaded with cotton walking towards the other side of the river.

If I stop, I will surely die, and if I keep going, it will only become more and more difficult. I can only look at the other side in vain until the last quarter of my life.

In a sense, Slaanesh is actually the racial god of the Eldar and the "Emperor" of the Eldar.

With a strong sensory talent, he moves towards the end of pursuit of pleasure and excitement without any bottom line.

The choice of the Eldar is the existence of Slaanesh. The Eldar choose pleasure...so Slaanesh was born to give them the most extreme sensory experience!