I am the magnetic field maniac

But this statement is not pure. At least the truth is not what those insects in the Military Affairs Department wrote to fool the soldiers, that is, the Tau people would be crippled once they were approached.

Among the four major clans of the Tau, the Fire Clan, who were once the headhunters of the Mother Planet Plains, are experts in close combat...

During the internal strife on their home planet, they even often used their martial arts and the double-headed swords they were good at to directly charge at the Earth Clan's cannon positions.

The Tau also have powerful melee masters, such as Farsight, the ruler of a Tau enclave, and... the one in front of them.

"Oh, it's an Ether? Is the noble aristocratic alien coming to fight too?"

Another traitor Space Marine continued to speak in a sarcastic tone, like a supporting actor...

But the flashing eyes under the mirror definitely showed the desire to skin and bone this alien and torture it severely.

"Humans, we are not enemies, although I don't want to be friends with you who are so narrow-minded."

The Tau suddenly raised his head and spoke in fluent High Gothic, which immediately aroused Chrom's interest...

Don't get me wrong, the instinct engraved deep in his genes still makes him hate aliens... but as mentioned before, his long and torturous career as a gladiator has taught him some tolerance.

"Alien, do you know our opponent in this fight?"

"I don't know, but these Vasinda (the name of the black bean sprouts by the Tau people) promised to let my companions go if I win." The Tau man stroked his double-headed sword and whispered...

"They made the same promise to you, right? But I think the opponent we are facing must have a transcendent power."

At this point, the Tau looked at these Space Marines and said quietly...

"The Greater Good guides my intuition. In the coming battle, I sincerely hope that you can maintain some kindness and temporarily abandon your annoying narrow-mindedness and arrogance."

"Don't get me wrong, alien." Jomond sneered

"If we can't do it here, you would have been hacked in the head by us!"

"That's what I said. Your narrow-mindedness and arrogance will cost you your life sooner or later... no, it will cost you your life soon." The Tau said bluntly.

"Also, my name is Anshi. I don't ask for your respect, but at least for a moment, I don't want you to shoot me in the back."

No one answered, it seemed that all the Space Marines were just expressing their contempt for the alien, and soon, it was their turn to take the stage.

Bone plates floated in front of them, and everyone, including the tied-up nest master, stood on them.

As the door above their heads opened, they were sent into the arena!

The sky was still bloody and gloomy, but after his eyes adjusted to the instantaneous light, Chrom soon froze in the midst of a crazy cheer.

He felt sick to his stomach at the cheers of the Dark Eldar, but he had never heard such enthusiastic and exciting cheers before.

Moreover, this arena was obviously much larger than the one he had stayed in before.

What's more important is that the place is already littered with cut-up body parts.

Chrom looked around and saw three pitch-black ebony thrones on top of the tiered seats. The things sitting on them gave Chrom a chill!

The Archon wearing the heavy nightmare armor and the mask that made Crom dazed must be a big shot among these stinky fart spirits.

And the other beautiful and seductive Dark Eldar woman is undoubtedly the queen of this arena.

The appearance of these two things was enough to make Chrom feel hatred and genuine disgust... but more important was always the throne in the middle.

Sitting on it was a monster, a monster that looked almost devoid of any Dark Eldar characteristics.

His spine seemed like a broken pillar twisted and bent;

He had many limbs that were either permanently decaying or completely necrotic and they were rooted in his rotten spine.

His face was held fast to his skull by a leathery mass of flesh.

His strange limbs were covered with terrifying surgical devices that looked like torture instruments.

In general... he looked like a broken doll, living in a form that was completely impossible to appear and survive in the natural ecology.

This abnormal appearance immediately made Chrom realize that this was a Blood Orc.

Even a Space Marine with a strong will would feel the fear that comes from their genes themselves in front of a Haemonchi.

Because these people may be the darkest, craziest and most perverted group in the entire physical universe.

This is a group of people who can laugh out loud while watching the most disgusting and shameless horror movies and torture videos... and they will probably also comment on how well this comedy movie is made while watching it.

If you fall into the hands of the Blood Orcs, death is absolutely a luxury.

Because these entities are the pinnacle of cosmic genetic engineering and are the ones who truly master the power to play with life and death.

But Krom didn't know that the person in front of him was the most evil one among the blood orcs in the underworld.

It’s just because not many people in Comoros know his name...but those who know him, even someone as powerful as Victor, will be in awe of him.

Because his name is Urian Lakas

The oldest Haemonchal

9. Torture and Trading

Time goes back half an hour

After easily slaughtering the beast army, Bai Qianshuang calmly looked at the panicked beast king and the silent space warrior in front of her, and first looked at the coward who was shaking so hard that he could hardly stand, revealing a kind and sunny smile with eight teeth...

"Dog, are you ready for a horrible death?"

The Beast King's body was shaking crazily. He shouldn't be afraid... As a Dark Eldar who was famous for his ability to wreak havoc in the galaxy, he shouldn't be afraid of such a simple threat!

However, he still couldn't help feeling fear from the bottom of his heart!

What on earth does this ape want to do?

How exactly does he want to torture himself?

No, none of this matters anymore. In fact, the moment he was defeated, the Beast King knew that he was going to suffer a heavy loss!

Leaving this arena alive is an absolute luxury. He doesn't believe that the monkey in front of him will let him go!

But even if he was killed cleanly and swiftly, it was not a result he could accept.

For any Eldar, "death" itself represents an incomparable torture...

Especially those of them who have neither wealth nor a legacy among the Haemonchi...

There is no lower-level elf who is lucky enough to get a soul stone that can carry his own soul.

From the moment Slaanesh was born, he branded all of his "people" who created him...

Regardless of whether they escape or not, all the Eldar will be captured by Slaanesh the moment they die and taken into his palace!

Just like the fanatics of the human empire who always wish to "return their souls to the Golden Throne" after death... any Eldar will immediately "return their souls to the Palace of Pleasure" after they die...

There are no exceptions and it is inevitable, even if you are the Great Prophet Eldrad, even if you are the Overlord Victor!

Unless they are a very small number of troupe actors who are protected by the Laughing God Xi Lego... otherwise, once they die and have no protection mechanism, they will be captured by Slaanesh in an instant!

No one knows what will happen to the Eldar if they fall into Slaanesh's hands...

Because no one could fight their way out of Slaanesh's palace to tell the others what was going to happen.

Slaanesh loves the Eldar, perhaps just as the Emperor loves Humanity?

But the love of Slaanesh, God knows what form it takes -

After all, Slaanesh itself was born out of the collective "wish" of the Eldar. What was the ancient empire like at that time?

The lower elves definitely don't know, but after hearing a few words, they can only sigh that the ancients really knew how to have fun... and express extreme fear of their various cruel and inhumane methods of entertainment!

Nowadays, the perverted games played by the Dark Eldar are considered fresh and new in the Ancient Eldar Empire!

But it is precisely because of this undescribed fear that every elf would fear such an ending from the bottom of their hearts!

Of course, if he had a soul stone in his hand at this moment, he could have avoided this most tragic ending.

But unfortunately he didn't, so there's nothing to say.

Get ready to play in Slaanesh's House of Wonders!!

"Gah!! Don't come over here!! Kill him, kill him quickly!!"

The beast king, who was stimulated by stimulants and could not control his muscles at all, screamed and fell to the ground... Then he waved his whip and ordered the space warriors next to him to take action.

But the old soldier ignored him and just stared at Bai Qianshuang, as if thinking about something.

Bai Qianshuang came in front of the beast king, and before he could say anything else, she inserted her hand into his mouth, laughing with evil humor...

"I heard that after death, your spirits will return to the Palace of Pleasure. So before I send you to meet your gods, let me help you get used to the "wonderful" life there."

And the next moment, a powerful swirling force occurred in the body of the beast king, and before he could say anything... the next moment, a bloody and cruel phenomenon appeared on his body!

The Beast King’s eyes widened, and then his internal organs and appearance turned upside down in an instant!

The skin was flipped to the inside, while the muscles, internal organs, blood vessels and nerves were completely flipped over!

In just a moment, the Beast King's appearance became as ugly and terrifying as a skinned frog!

Watching those colorful internal organs beating crazily under the influence of the highly toxic stimulants and combat potions...

But the fact of survival is still torturing the dark elves at an accelerating rate... and this bloody and cruel scene is scary enough, direct enough, and even more powerful! !

After a brief silence, the entire arena erupted into even more enthusiastic cheers!!

These dark elves cheered with great enthusiasm and joy, greedily feeling the pleasure feedback that the pain brought them!

Awesome, really awesome!!

Of course, this method of torture that turns the body inside out is nothing in the hands of a true Dark Eldar torture master...

However, it is absolutely rare to easily and laboriously inflict such a brutal slaughter on an opponent in the arena in such a public place.

And the essence condensed from the pain and joy that was born can further nourish the souls of these dark elves!

They happily and greedily absorbed the pain in the air, some even had their eyes rolled back and twitched constantly due to excessive happiness, just like a drug addict who had taken too many drugs!

No, aren't they actually just a bunch of drug addicts?

Taking drugs is nothing more than an everyday behavior that is not worthy of praise for these guys... In fact, the Dark Eldar, who feed on the souls of the weak and enjoy pain to fill their increasingly empty souls, are more hopeless than any other race in the world.

Even if it is just for survival, when an entire race is infected with this incurable "addiction", they no longer have any hope.

Bai Qianshuang was thinking this. He looked at the dark elves with contempt and had no good feelings towards these audiences who loved it.

Just as he had tortured this unknown beast king, he hated these pointy-eared punk trash.

He did not like killing, but unfortunately, in this dark city, it was difficult to establish enough prestige just by relying on strength.

These stinking things are extremely hopeless, and the necessary cruelty is a necessary protective color for traveling in this city.

not to mention……

A hint of cruelty emerged in Bai Qianshuang's eyes. After staying in Comoros for such a long time, how could he not be infected with this cruelty?

He is not as lawless as his brother, but in essence, how many of the war gods who came from that world are normal people?

Seriously -

If his strength was not still recovering, he would have slaughtered all of Comoros without hesitation, leaving no one alive! !

Amid the countless cheers in the arena, the Space Marine who was Bai Qianshuang's final enemy seemed to have been forgotten.

But no, he walked forward tiredly, holding the chainsaw sword that had lost power, and stood in front of Bai Wujie.

Do you want to die gloriously and fearlessly as a warrior?

Bai Qianshuang looked at the big guy in front of her, and after a moment of silence, he actually uttered a language that Bai Qianshuang could understand.

It's an ancient text about hell!!

Bai Qianshuang frowned slightly

"Don't let the darkness here pollute your mind, otherwise you will always be a part of this dark city."

The Space Marine looked at Bai Qianshuang and whispered in a tired tone of a person who had experienced it...

"How do you know this language?"

"The Khan taught us." He paused and said tiredly...

"You can call me Guo Zhen. I am a Space Marine of the White Scars."

The White Scars, a mysterious chapter among the many Space Marines of the Empire.

In the eyes of most people in the Empire, the White Scars, like the Space Wolves, play the role of "barbarians" among Space Marines.