I am the magnetic field maniac

Selene didn't dare to say anything more, and Tariel immediately ordered his men to bring all the prepared gladiators.

Lacas wanted to observe the vitality of his research target up close and was considering his research attitude towards this biological sample.

Of course, don't get me wrong, Lacas would not do something as low-level as slicing.

After all, to put it bluntly, people who think that biological research is only about slicing must know nothing about this.

As for the fact that when people mention the research experiments of the Haemolings, they think of Stitched Monsters and Human Sticks - this is a naked stereotype!

You have insulted the hundreds of thousands of years of history of the Haemonchi people, and I demand that you correct this immediately!

In short, at least in the early stages of the research, Lakas would tend to use smaller experimental components to achieve the research purpose...

But before that, he had to make sure that the experimental goal was worth his while to put down the project he was researching.

This was undoubtedly a very difficult task. After all, cloning the Primarch was not a big deal for Lakas. Of course, he could not solve those psychic problems...

"Then let the fight begin."

11. Champion Arena

Chrom had to admit that the scene before him was so strange that he didn't know what to think.

All the stinky fart spirits were cheering and roaring like crazy. Chrom's eyes were confused... but he obviously knew very well that the target of these cheers was definitely not him.

Standing in the field, apart from their eight Space Marines, a Tyranid Nest Master and a Tau, the only one standing was that man.

A...human?

Forgive Krom's suspicion, he has seen too many monsters in Comoros.

A seemingly harmless child could very well be a thorny demon host. A powerless alien could explode with a bunch of neurotoxins at any time.

Especially when a Space Marine wearing power armor with Space Wolves paint fell at the feet of the young man.

Chrom's eyes instantly turned blood red!

The surging animal nature burst out in his mind, the Wolf Spiral is stimulating Chrom's animal nature!

He struggled to use the four canine teeth that grew out of his mouth to tightly bite his own mouth, using the blood to soothe his animal nature and the pain to suppress his murderous intent.

He had to stay calm, he had to stay calm.

It's not just him fighting here, there are also two damn traitors and two aliens that need to be watched out for!

Oh yeah, and there are two Dark Angel guys.

Ruth, these two might be the ones who need to be most guarded against among all the people here...

The scene was unusually quiet. It was obvious that all the other Space Marines and the Tau man thought it was a bad idea to be the first to speak out.

Such calmness made many spectators feel dissatisfied and booed. They threw some stale purple fruits on the field, and some directly hit Krom's forehead.

It seems that using stale fruits and vegetables to express one's dissatisfaction is a common method throughout the universe.

Chrom was very angry, and he forced himself to calm down.

The young man looked around, his eyes stayed on Chrom for a moment, and suddenly he revealed a playful smile.

This made Chrom instinctively feel a chill down his spine.

However, this embarrassing silence was soon broken... because the chains on the Tyranid Nest Master were finally opened.

With a spiny carapace and six powerful limbs, this is a Genestealer nestmaster.

Although Genestealers are the lowest in the battle sequence of the Tyranids, the Nest Master is definitely not among them!

A single-molecule blade that can easily cut through Terminator armor, a shell that is strong enough to defend against large-caliber grenade launchers, and an extremely high intelligence that does not match its appearance.

Broodmasters have always been one of the most difficult enemies for Space Marines to deal with.

In the eyes of most people who don't know them, the Tyranids are a race that relies solely on cannon fodder to kill people - but this is an obvious prejudice. In fact, the quality of the Tyranids' troops has never been low, and their swarms have no shortage of troops that can compete with the Astartes!

Pushed, whipped, and cursed by the slave owners, the beast was dragged onto the stage, where it immediately calmed down.

Chrom saw the intelligence flickering in its crystal eyes.

The beast's owner had the nest owner's chains unlocked, and its captors hurried away.

It crouched down. A drooling, thorny tongue, as blue as its carapace, bounced between its fangs, and then it pounced on the boy in front of it in an instant!

The speed was so fast that even from the perspective of a Space Marine, they could only see an illusion.

Just when Chrome thought that the boy's outer skin would soon be torn apart, revealing the mess inside - a shocking scene happened.

The boy rode on the head of the nest master at a faster speed, and just before the single-molecule claws that could easily cut through any armor fell, he smashed its shell hard with his fist.

The armor that could easily defend against the grenade launcher was smashed into pieces by this punch! !

With a pair of fists?

"All-Father, is he a psyker?"

Chrom murmured, because he saw the lightning wrapped around the boy's fist when he punched down.

It was as if their wolf priests were using psychic powers, but the weird thing was that the temperature around them didn't change at all when using psychic powers.

He didn't understand psychic powers, but Lakas did.

"Interesting, really interesting..."

Lakas looked at the young man who was beating the Tyranid Nest Master with his fists with great interest. In his vicious and terrifying eyes was a desire for exploration that he had not seen for a long time.

To be honest, it is not difficult or even easy to do this using psychic powers.

But the problem is that the boy's hands and feet are wrapped with anti-psychic devices... Unless he is an "Alpha-level" psychic in the human classification, it is impossible for him not to be suppressed by the Helmet of Resentment.

What's more, even if the psychic energy is broken violently, the painful torture released by the psychic reaction of the Helmet of Resentment will make him live a life worse than death. At the same time, breaking it violently will also cause the chain to explode.

But the chain was still intact, which meant that his ability was not psychic.

Lacas sniffed. It was a biological material he extracted from a race called "Bukechi", a race without eyes and ears...

This creature uses its sense of smell to transmit information to its brain to distinguish the composition of most substances in the air.

Even things that are not covered by the sense of smell can be captured.

"Lightning, bioelectricity? No, interesting, that punch just now completely decomposed the intermolecular interaction on the Tyranid shell..."

Lakas grinned, and his black tongue, which was longer than a snake's, came out from the depths of his mouth, catching more matter in the air to analyze this power that he found interesting.

The battle in the field reached its climax when the tongue of the Tyranid Nest Master was forcibly pulled out.

The young man's fight was extremely violent, and he showed a completely one-sided advantage!

The thunder fist roared and smashed the sky-blue shell of the nest master. An electric current ran through his body, making the monster's tissues unable to be stimulated and controlled by neurons.

And then, in this one and a half second of paralysis, the boy directly pulled out the most deadly tongue and two sharp claws from the nest owner!

He weighed it in his hand, then held the two blood-red claws as if they were two daggers, and began to dance wildly the moment the nest master's body turned around!

This time, it was not the sword dance that was as violent as the wind.

Instead, it was stabbed out from the hand at an extremely fast speed, like a bright meteor shot out in an instant.

This new and gorgeous technical display caused the Dark Eldar present to burst into even more enthusiastic cheers!

Chrom finally understood what those sweaty, smelly fart guys were cheering for.

The dance and beauty of battle can transcend race. There is no difference between peak martial arts and dance, just like the Black Knight Sigismund, who was once the first person under the Primarch...

With a White Scar hunting master who could sword dance with a Tau commander and smell his body perfume...

Chrom would not praise the gorgeous dance, because he knew that they would be the next ones to be beaten!

Soon, this terrifying nest master collapsed with many gaps on his body and corrosive blood flowing out...

Finally, the young man threw out two sharp claws and instantly and accurately tore off the head of the nest master, making it one of the corpses filling the arena.

The indisputable and absolute victory and the gorgeous dagger kiss made the audience burst into even louder cheers!

What's not to like?

With such a low ticket price, you can enjoy such a high level of continuous fights!

The young man seemed very satisfied with the cheers. He raised his hand and gestured to the dark elves, which actually triggered even louder cheers!

The essence of worshipping the strong is engraved deep in the genes of every life, especially in Comoros.

This made Chrom very unhappy.

On the one hand, he himself was unwilling to admit a strange jealous mentality... After all, no warrior wanted to be the weak one who was ignored.

The bigger factor was that Chrom felt disgusted by this human's "friendly" attitude towards the aliens.

"It seems like you have a good relationship with these stinky fart monsters."

Before Krom could speak, the two traitors from the Eighth Legion spoke in a sarcastic tone. Bai Qianshuang just glanced at them and replied in a halting high Gothic language without caring...

"The crow is standing on the pig."

Although he didn't quite understand what this meant, Chrom accurately captured the irony in it -

A group of self-depraved people are still here mocking those who have the same unfortunate situation as them but are even more powerful.

The two traitors of the Eighth Legion were enraged and kept insulting each other in their Nostram dialect. Of course, Bai Qianshuang didn't understand anything and didn't care.

He only knew that this fight would not make him happy.

Space Marines are the war machines of the human empire in this universe. They are called demigods - Bai Qianshuang once had high expectations for them.

But it doesn't work, at least compared to someone with a strong magnetic field like him, it really doesn't work.

Soldiers mass-produced from a module don't even have their own unique qualities to be proud of. Of course, this may be because they haven't encountered enough strong people.

The situation became awkward again.

Bai Qianshuang did not take the initiative to attack, and those Space Marines were also observing the venue and communicating tactics, which made the audience who had just been stimulated shout again.

But it doesn’t matter—

This situation where gladiators are unwilling to fight is very common in Comoros, and the operators of the arena have a complete set of procedures to deal with it.

A shadow blocked the gloomy light in the sky. Chrom looked up and found a vague figure looming over him.

He couldn't tell if it was beast or machine, or some perverted hybrid of the two. A pale, muscled torso within an armored carapace, piled high with tools of war and torture.

It has no legs, but hovers like a flying board using anti-gravity engines.

A thick, segmented tail coiled around its head, a throbbing xeno weapon grafted to its end like a thorn.

The Talos Pain Engine, the Dark Eldar's icy torture war machine, is also their drug production machine.

It can mix the muscle and nerve tissue of captured victims in an extremely unnatural way and then extract substances to make potions or elixirs.

Different types of extracts have different effects, and different extracts have their own characteristics.

The emotions of dead creatures will also be extracted from their flesh, amplified and made into weapons.

Likewise, as long as this thing exists on the field, it will continuously release interfering radio waves and use all kinds of bizarre torture instruments on its body to stimulate the victim's pain, amplifying it hundreds or thousands of times!

The moment the painful engine fell, it immediately started working, and the terrible skinning hook was lowered...

Collect all the corpses in the field and peel off the muscles and nerves in a very short time to produce a large amount of stimulating drugs, while further filling the pulse stinger at the tail.

The more emotions this thing draws from dead creatures, the more severe the painful current it releases.

That weird static electricity field will make everyone in the arena feel miserable.

And just when this pain engine flew in front of the fallen Guo Zhen, Bai Qianshuang suddenly took action!

There was no sign at all, and the speed of this punch was even faster than what he had shown before!

"Whale Killer Fist!!"

With a roar of disgust and anger, that terrifying punch directly shattered this horrible fusion of flesh and torture instrument!

And Chrom swore he saw a... fish swimming in the void?

The expensive pain engine was completely destroyed, which made Tariel, who was in charge of the expenditure, look distorted.

He certainly wasn't short of money, but he definitely wouldn't want to see his property lost in such an unclear way!

What happened next made Tariel's blood pressure soar.

"Fuck you, don't pollute my battlefield with this disgusting stuff!!"