I am the magnetic field maniac

For example, the Blood Angels who were trapped in the psychic phenomenon of "Black Rage" and the genetic problem of "Blood Thirst" at the moment of the death of their original body...

They have an almost blind worship and faith in their Primarch Sanguinius.

On the contrary, the Extreme Marines, who have almost no genetic problems and are the most stable, are much calmer in this regard.

Quack! Some filial sons would even attack their original fathers without any scruples!

To break through the defenses of these things that make Bai Qianshuang unhappy, of course she has to start with their father.

While showing enough strength to intimidate those pointy-eared guys, Bai Qianshuang didn't want to reveal all of her cards, so it would be nice to insult these guys at the same time.

The next moment, Bai Qianshuang's hand suddenly reached out to the bloody mass of the Midnight Lord that was stuck on the wall...

The Astartes that was smashed to pieces by his palm shook wildly along with the broken armor - and then the next moment, a new "human figure" appeared among the squirming flesh and blood.

Pale skin, long black hair, sharp teeth like some wild beast, deep black eye sockets and an indelible gloomy feeling on the face.

The twisting power armor pieced together a set of imitation "Nightmare Cloak" armor on his body -

But it is just a shell with no substance, just like the pair of lightning claws named "Kindness and Understanding", which do not even have power and are just a shell with no substance.

Yes, this whole body is just a shell.

This is just a simple material energy.

From the God of War in Hell to the power Qi to the tangible Qi and then to the material Qi.

It was the lowest-level technique derived from the Hell Lord's unique skills... but if it was combined with the user's deep understanding of power, a different kind of fun would emerge.

Generally, material energy is created by crushing surrounding metal materials and piecing them together, but Bai Qianshuang chose to use the flesh and blood of the enemy.

Because he needs the "genes" contained in it to create the "calling" effect.

He created a Conrad Coates

Of course, it was impossible for him to clone an original body so easily. In fact, it was just a flesh statue with no substance, a flesh and blood puppet pieced together by force.

However, by utilizing the genes of the Midnight Lord, even if they were fake, the misleading feeling emanating from deep within the genes could still create the interesting effect that Bai Qianshuang wanted to see.

"Gu--Fuck you, you can't do this, you can't do this!!"

The Midnight Lord who had been hiding himself suddenly rushed out of the shadows howling...

From under the helmet decorated with blood bats came vicious curses and roars like the ghosts of wronged spirits.

But this did not stop Bai Qianshuang, he laughed even harder - he even read the mind of the Midnight Lord, further shaped the appearance and characteristics of the puppet, and then controlled him to speak...

"Kill me, my child, and put an end to my suffering..."

The puppet opened its mouth and spoke in a low voice that sounded tired, painful, and incomparably eager for relief...

"Nonsense—you can't, you can't do this..."

The Night Lord clenched his teeth and clenched his fists, shaking.

He knew that the one in front of him was a fake with only a beautiful appearance...but he couldn't control it, he couldn't control the excitement brought by his gene seed!

Although not as severe as the Blood Angels' Black Rage, the Night Lords do have some psychic flaws inherited from their Primarchs in their genes.

As the genes began to trace back, the Night Lords' minds began to uncontrollably recall the death of their original masters.

In the cold darkness, the assassin came to the person she wanted to assassinate. But the ghost had no guards around her. The ghost smiled as she came, just like looking at an old friend who had been waiting for a long time.

Even though his voice was hoarse and tears were streaming down his pale cheeks, he was smiling the whole time. He was welcoming guests. He was warm. He was calm.

"Innocence is better than death."

Sitting upright on his huge throne, he concluded the last conversation, "Now, begin your mission and complete it well."

Then, she raised her hand high, and the object in her palm flashed a dark green light, and then...

"Quack, make him stop! Stop!!"

The Night Lord wailed and clenched his head. He did not worship the Primarch...

Like most of the warband, he had never seen the Primarch's appearance, let alone followed him and his spirit. They were not even from Nostra. The Primarch's home planet had long been destroyed by him personally.

However, the tracing from his genes still made him feel a kind of palpitation - he didn't kneel down directly like he did when he really saw the original body, but the trembling memories in his mind almost made him crazy!

The culture of the Night Lords' legion is fear. They use the most cruel, bloody and inhumane torture to intimidate their enemies, stop evil and achieve their goals!

But how can the torture of the flesh and blood be compared with the torture of the soul?

Seeing the Primarch approaching step by step, the Night Lord's hands trembled madly, and he roared and wanted to kill him with his own hands...

But at that moment, the constant hallucinations continued to torture him, making him feel the great torture of Conrad Coates!

puff! !

The power claws, which were only for show, suddenly pierced through his armor and heart and lungs... In a trance, he saw half of his body torn off, and the internal organs and flesh scattered all over the ground.

Weakness and death came just like that, but he closed his eyes peacefully. Yes, the Primarch must have felt the same way before he died...

Suffering from the phantoms and tortures of the future, and being tortured by the mental pollution that is a hundred times more severe than the physical torture, he finally gets his final relaxation at the moment of death.

The false ghost tore his own offspring apart, but the whole place was completely silent. Even the dark elves were shocked by such a gorgeous torture and performance.

At the same time, they had no idea what tricks Bai Qianshuang was playing!

If it's not psychic power, how did he manage to resurrect the dead? Or is he not a monkey at all, but just a monster in monkey skin?

“Hahahahahahahahahaha I’m laughing so hard it hurts!!”

The first burst of laughter broke out at the top. It was the first time in thousands of years that Lakas let out such a laugh!

The extra appendages covered his stomach and scratched at his pale, stitched skin, and the Haemonchi Master's maniacal laughter did not stop at all!

He hadn't enjoyed such a funny joke for a long time...

The last time was when the Eldar’s clown troupe used their own annihilation to perform a gorgeous show of flesh and blood fireworks for themselves!

At the same time, Lacas did not shy away from expressing his appreciation for the goal of this experiment!

In addition to his valuable understanding and mastery of genes and life, he also has an understanding of the path of torture.

Pain is the only way to joy. Lakas created this path to survival and happiness...

But his compatriots have forgotten the true meaning of pain in ten thousand years.

The pain of the body is just a false torture. Even if the pain is magnified many times, it will not bring you perfect joy in your mind and soul.

Perhaps his compatriots thought they knew how to torture souls and minds, but most of them were just empty talk.

The torture and performance of the tragic death of an Astartes and his Primarch is the kind of entertainment that can make the Haemolect Master laugh out loud.

Soon, more laughter broke out in the whole place, as if countless night owls made their ugly screams at the same time, and the waves of joyful souls rose and fell endlessly!

Bai Qianshuang waved her hand to disperse the material energy, and the flesh and blood imitating Koz instantly collapsed into countless flesh foams - strangely, the statue seemed to glance over here before disappearing.

"It seems you don't have the courage of that Abaddon."

With an extremely malicious sneer, Bai Qianshuang cast her gaze towards the Dark Angels and Space Wolves. That malicious look made their backs tremble!

"Can you kill your own Primarch again?" He looked at the Dark Angel first, uttering cruel words and mocking...

"Could you have done what you despised, Luther, did to your beloved Primarch Lion Jonson? Of course, all this is false, just like what your Chapter has tried so hard to cover up."

"Black or Green, who is the real traitor? What will the sleeping lion under the boulder think of you angels if he wakes up? Perhaps the one who carries the sword of the Lion King is the truly loyal one, and..."

"Hmm - what's that word? Oh, fallen angel..."

"Heretic, repent!"

As soon as Bai Qianshuang uttered this word, she was greeted by the mad roar of the Dark Angel's interrogation priest Balses.

An almost irrational action and behavior, knowing clearly that he is no match for his opponent...

But after mentioning the word that was enough to strike fear into the hearts of any angel who knew the secret, Balthas chose to charge.

The Dark Angels rushed towards the massive engine, their robes billowing behind them.

Think tank Osniel was the first to reach Bai Qianshuang, and slid to a stop before the heretic's deadly witchcraft fist struck down.

The power of his blue power armor gave off a ray of energy, trying to use it to resist Bai Qianshuang's attack, while Balses tightly grasped his priest's scepter... and activated the power stance to let the statue of the angel of revenge bring a fatal attack.

It was a reckless and unwise charge.

It was not just out of fear, but also out of humiliation, a humiliation that the Legion should not have suffered.

When rational thinking is replaced by fanatical belief, the slightest stain will become a fatal scar that affects the whole.

The saying that loyalty that is not absolute is absolutely disloyalty forces all behaviors to go to extremes.

When the former empire was about to collapse in the wave of destruction...

The correct choices made by the rational and great Primarchs have become a stain that cannot be remembered or mentioned, and this is even more so for the Dark Angels.

The Sons of the Lion King are so loyal that perhaps no other warband in the empire is more loyal than them who have surrendered their six wings to the Lion King's helmet.

But it is precisely because of their overly loyal appearance that they seem not so loyal.

Bai Qianshuang didn't care, he just regarded this as a way to tease this Astarte for fun - and he didn't know what the so-called secret was.

But it doesn't matter. For these angels who regard confidentiality as important as life, a few key words can drive them crazy even though they claim to be calm.

The so-called source of comedy is tragedy, and when Bai Qianshuang simply broke the rationality of two cold-blooded Astartes, he felt the boundless joy brought by a fatal joke!

This made the corners of his mouth crack into a mischievous smile... If he put on the mask of Death's Fool now, no one would doubt that he was a member of the Harlequin Troupe.

In fact, he seemed to hear a clown's laughter in his ears... But it didn't matter. After having fun showing off his defense-breaking skills, he took action to face the two dark angels who had broken through their defenses.

What is there to say? What is there to hesitate about?

Vacuum Blade!!

The invisible sword energy that burst out from his hands instantly pierced through the power armor of Think Tank Osnir, without Bai Qianshuang needing to aggravate his injuries...

The chains of the Helmet of Resentment he wears can make this Librarian who violates the rules in using psychic energy feel the phantom torture from the Dark Eldar!

Bai Qianshuang didn't know what he saw, but the think tank was frozen in a daze, allowing the invisible sword blade to pierce through his body, causing him to fall like a mountain of flesh.

As for the mad Balses, Bai Qianshuang grabbed the priest's scepter with his bare hands. The power of the magnetic field offset the technological power of the decomposition force, and at the same time his lips moved slightly.

The priest's face froze, and then he allowed the attack to penetrate the power armor without resistance...

None of Lariman's organs could stop the flow of blood and life, causing him to fall on the white sand arena.

"Okay, there are only a few wolf cubs left."

Bai Qianshuang looked at the remaining Space Wolves and smiled a charming smile that made them furious...

"How am I supposed to give you a chance to kill me?"

16. The fight ends

This fight has become boring and meaningless.

Bai Qianshuang no longer had much interest in continuing...

Although the dark elves above all said that they could not eat anymore because they were too full... but there was no doubt that their faces were filled with intoxication and revelry, indicating that they wanted to see more cruel scenes.

At this point, no one would question the strength of this suspected human champion gladiator. Some even compared him to Comoros' true undefeated legend, the immortal Nightmare Bishop Drazar.

Countless people were eager to see such an interesting scene, but everyone knew that the dangerous and unpredictable Drazar would never engage in a meaningless battle with a mere gladiator.

But one thing is beyond doubt -

Bai Qianshuang's identity has completely transcended the level of a slave in the actual sense.

Even though he was still Selene's slave and the champion of the arena... anyone with a bit of brains wouldn't see him that way.

Racism is, after all, just a propaganda statement to enhance the racial cohesion among the Dark Eldar of Comoros. Perhaps arrogance is indeed deeply rooted in the genes of this impoverished race... but no intelligent Dark Eldar would take this arrogance seriously.

So what if their ancestors were rich? Wasn't the greatest creature born from their rich ancestors still sharpening his knife and wanting to kill them all?

In fact, this is also true for humans. The reason they want to kill aliens is that the threat posed by their existence is greater than the value they bring, so they have to exterminate them.

As for the aliens that can bring benefits but do not pose a threat to humans, won’t they still accept them as their servant race?

Those wandering merchants have often had affairs with aliens, especially those who frequent the whirlpool area.

Even the Inquisitors have cooperated with aliens and even demons. Even the Tau Empire has some "diplomatic" relations with humans.

The difference between what you say and what you do is something that no government in the world can escape...

Even in this shitty, dark and extreme universe, it is a part that cannot be missed.