I am the magnetic field maniac

But no matter what, needless to say, every Eldar here is cheering crazily for this arena champion who has brought them new excitement!

Not for anything else, just for the fresh excitement that transcends racial differences!!

As for nonsense like racial glory, it’s fine to just talk about it on a daily basis or say it to slaves, but how many people would really believe it when it comes down to it?

After all, bullshit like honor is just a myth to the elves who were born after the Great Fall.

Besides, what does it matter if you shout out the honor of the Eldar?

Those "unworldly" superiors will not care about your life just because of your passion. In the end, you will die anyway, and they won't even blink an eye.

Just like those apes who keep repeating "Life is the Emperor's currency"...

How many of them really realize that they are the bargaining chips of the witchcraft bacon and really cherish the so-called great ideals?

Please, I work seven days a week, twenty hours a day... every day I worry about not having anything to eat tomorrow and being eaten up by Slaanesh.

What great ideals are you talking to me about? Just stand up and say that if you work hard, your life will get better and better?

These Dark Eldar have a clear understanding of themselves, just like those apes... they are just insignificant space rats in this dark starry sky.

But they have no choice, either they try their best to survive in this shithole in their own way, or they die.

No, they don't even have the right to die. When they die, they have to pray that they can die happily and cleanly.

In this cold starry sky, even the eternal silence of thought is a luxury.

Having sex is work, enjoying happiness is life...

What's wrong with praising a young man who brings them fresh excitement and endless joy? Is it reasonable to smash the pot and scold the cook after dinner?

After all, things like racial xenophobia, discrimination and hatred are, in the final analysis, nothing more than the cheapest happiness and sense of superiority for these pathetic people, most of whom cannot control their own destiny.

Bai Qianshuang's massacre quickly achieved the expected result.

The army driven by the Beast King was killed by him in an instant... and until now, he had only used the power of electric current.

It is enough, not to mention that if you want to control the force without it appearing obviously, electric current propulsion is the most suitable mode.

Pushing the Bai Jiafeng sword, Bai Qianshuang quickly slaughtered these so-called powerful beasts... and from beginning to end, he never blinked an eye.

Because it is too weak!

Even compared to the wild beasts he and his older brother had hunted when they were children, they were incredibly weak.

What is the Claw Demon, what is the Razorwing, and what is the Hela Spider.

The name is "Zhentianxiang", but none of them is as powerful as even a magnetic field dragon earthworm!

After all, although this world is a cesspool, it is big enough... and although Bai Qianshuang's hometown looks a little cleaner than this cesspool, it is small enough...

There is no simple animal that can survive on this earth where there are martial gods and lunatics fighting all the time!

Bai Qianshuang was undoubtedly very comfortable with the situation, and he even had the leisure to think about all these random issues.

But the Beast King opposite him was not so calm.

“Gua! You useless bastards, come on, come on!!”

The Beast King was waving the neural whip in his hand frantically, his face was hideous, his muscles were stiff, he was drooling and roaring wildly, looking like a complete madman.

He was indeed mad because he had just taken an overdose of combat stimulants.

As the King of Beasts, he should have led his beasts to charge forward and fight the enemy together...

But before he could rush forward, the clawed demons that were cut into noodles by Bai Qianshuang immediately gave up his idea.

Damn, how come this monkey is so good at close combat!!

The Beastmaster class itself is not particularly good at close combat. They are originally the lower level of the Witch Spirit Sect and are just trainers responsible for taming wild beasts in the arena.

They are commanders, commanders of beasts, and of course such remarks are basically a kind of flattery to them.

But no matter what, in this science fiction universe that advocates close combat, these beast kings will never be the protagonists.

The silently rotating whirling wind continued to dance amid the enthusiastic cheers of countless spectators around. When the swirling and neat martial arts steps stopped, the field became much quieter.

In the blink of an eye, those extremely ferocious beasts were reduced to countless pieces of flesh and blood covering the white sand field, creating an extremely gorgeous picture on this clean ground!

As for Bai Qianshuang, he simply threw away the broken Clive broadsword in his hand and hooked his finger at the Beast King with contempt.

Such behavior received even louder cheers from the audience!

They praised Bai Qianshuang for her courage and fearlessness... They were also looking forward to seeing the beast king's head being stuffed into a pile of shit and being tortured to a point where his life was worse than death!

Although they were proud to believe that no one in the universe, except Slaanesh, was better at the art of torture than them - but who knows, maybe this young man could give them more unexpected surprises?

Of course, the bigger factor behind such cheers is the praise for this human courage and the excitement it brings!

You have to know that the Beast King's subordinates are not empty-handed at this moment.

Although he lost those precious beasts, he still had the last "beast" under his command.

A Space Marine from the Imperium of Man, an old, silent Space Wolf.

Assiat’s products in the Comoros arena have never been anything particularly distinctive; they may be rare, but they are not unexpected.

But this Astartes gave people an unusual feeling - because just from the old power armor he wore, which was produced in the era of the Great Crusade, it was enough to make people look forward to it.

And high up in the stands, Selene keenly noticed the curiosity of the consul of the conspiracy group next to her, and introduced with a sweet smile...

“Respected Lord Tariel, this is the prize I received from Lady Maleth—he is a Space Marine named Guo Zhen, a soldier lost in the Webway.

Interestingly, he may be wearing Space Wolves power armour, but he's actually a White Scars Space Marine."

Tariel raised his eyebrows. Although he was extremely arrogant, he still knew these old rival Space Marines very well.

The White Scars' Space Marines are renowned for their mobile warfare. They are relatively unknown among the many chapters of the Imperium of Man... but their Primarchs are among the very few who are confirmed to be still alive.

The White Scars' Primarch, Jaghatai Khan, had entered the Webway in order to hunt down the Dark Eldar. During that hunt...

Who knows, there might be some White Scars Space Marines who followed the Khan in to chase him.

But entering the webway is, in a sense, equivalent to breaking free from the constraints of time.

Although the Webway is a highway in the wild hell of the Warp, it is still within the realm of the Warp.

Unlike Comoros, which is the center of the Webways, the timing of many Webways is also highly uncertain.

Plus, the web has long been in disrepair...

It would not be surprising if a veteran of a chapter, or even a Primarch, emerged from the Webway one day.

Compared to these big Space Marines, Tariel was obviously more interested in that human.

In his opinion, it should not be possible for humans, except psychics, to possess such enormous power with such a large body size.

But cheating with psychic power is obviously impossible here.

Comoros does not prohibit everything, but it prohibits the use of psychic power.

Commorragh itself, as the former Webway hub of the Eldar, contained a large amount of psychic technology... but due to the fear of Slaanesh, all of it was ordered to be sealed up.

Unlike their fellow Arkmen, they abhor the use of psionic powers...

Furthermore, the shackles that human wore were made from the metal of the Helmet of Resentment.

It's not that he can't use his psychic power, but even if he did, he would suffer in great pain, and at the same time inform everyone here that he has violated the rules.

So what is the secret of this human power?

What kind of interesting answers are hidden in him?

Tariel was extremely curious. The exploration of secrets and the opportunity to gain powerful strength were like ants crawling all over his body, stimulating him to take action.

But Tariel knew he couldn't do that - the ape gladiator wasn't important, what was important was that he couldn't disrupt the Overlord's plan...

However, although Tariel could not break Victor's plan, he could satisfy his curiosity outside the plan.

"Selene, don't you think this kind of battle is not interesting enough?"

Tariel looked down at the battle and grinned at the slave owner beside him, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth...

"I felt like it lacked a certain artistry, a certain ... dramatic tension."

"What do you mean?"

Selene couldn't help but frown and show dissatisfaction - because no matter what, Tariel had gone too far.

This fight was already a losing deal for Selene...if she had to invest more beasts to consume her champion, it would be unjustifiable.

If Tariel wants Selene to increase her investment, even if he is the archon of a black-hearted conspiracy group, Selene can only refuse her!

"It's okay, Selene. We don't need you to send anyone." Tariel showed a sinister and happy smile.

"We just got a new batch of slaves here..."

7. Space Wolves

The sky of the Comoros was a sullen crimson. It fell heavily on the jagged spires of the hippodrome;

Looking down at its looming pyramid top.

The withered black sun glared fiercely at every uninvited guest who came to Comoros.

When Crome first arrived here, another prisoner, a dishevelled Imperial Guardsman, told him that he would never see another sky in his lifetime…

It was not until he met his match in battle that he began to yearn to escape from the crimson sky forever.

"That's a long life," Crome boasted.

And Crome never saw the guard again.

For Chrom Dragon's Gaze, this damn fate had already been sealed before he and his brother were caught here by these sweaty stinky farts.

Although Crom was not a studious person, and the internal atmosphere of their Space Wolves Chapter did not value knowledge... but he still knew Commorra, and knew that this would be the final fate of those who set foot here.

In this fetid den of alien poison, it is their fate to fight until death.

Well, fighting is not something to be sad about. They are Space Marines and their destiny is to fight.

Dying on the battlefield is not a bad thing for every Space Marine; on the contrary, it is the end of their glorious life.

But there is absolutely no Space Marine willing to fight for a group of damn aliens!

The fate of fighting is always death, but the wolf should not die as a ridiculous toy.

Today, Crom seems to be lucky because these damn dark eldar did not continue to torture his present

In the last battle, he tore apart four Tau fire warriors - finally killed a few aliens, Chrom thought, although it was just a way to have fun in the midst of suffering.

But who will be the next opponent?

An alien race from the Alekchi Abyss?

A group of Chaos Cultists? Or another Space Marine?

I don't know, but Krom knew that the more painful he appeared, the happier these dark elves would be.

Bah! Chrome spat. He would rather die than let these bastards succeed and have fun!

Walking through the stinking passages, with their flickering dirty green lights, was already an eerily familiar feeling.

Footsteps echoed across a floor that felt like marble here, but was black and had sickly veins in it.

The cell door was opened, and a cellmate was pushed in front of Chrom - his fighting brother who had already been sent to the battlefield.

"What's going on? Are you done yet?"

Chrom asked, looking at Jhormond Thunderclaw in front of him, who was obviously also confused...

"I don't know. Just when I was about to go on stage, they suddenly pulled me down."

Jolmond looked unhappy—well, he was unhappy, for he was an optimist.

While we may die here, we can still destroy more of the Emperor's enemies.

This is a phrase that Jomond always says.

In fact, it is just self-deception. Even without them...

Being stuffed into the Dark Eldar's fighting arena would be no different from seeing these aliens die.

It's even ridiculous that most of the Space Marines who used to hate aliens become very tolerant after hanging out in Commorro for a while and not dying.

At least, except for the Dark Eldar, the Space Marines will not adopt the previous attitude of "shoot first and talk later" when facing aliens.