I am the magnetic field maniac

"Maybe, but you need something more to focus on than these boring and pathetic alien politics."

Ahriman retracted his psychic tentacles that were extracting memories, looked at Khayon and said emotionlessly...

"Now sit back and wait for the show to begin."

Ka Yang was forced to sit on the dark red sofa, and his heavy weight made the sofa creak.

In front of him were various foods prepared by the noble, but Khayon had no appetite at all - after all, who knew what the Dark Eldar's food was.

On the contrary, Ahriman seemed very relaxed and even leisurely. He sat down next to Khayon, poured himself a glass of wine that was already glowing crimson, and whispered while looking at the scene...

"The node of the future, the beginning of change is here, at this moment, right now... let me see what will happen?"

Waiting seemed unnecessary at this moment. After all the distinguished guests had arrived here... the most powerful beast king of the Wuling Sect came to the field on a golden flying disc...

Under the shadow of Victor's throne, he loudly proclaimed with a high and greasy voice

"For Kane, for the Dark Muse! Tonight's holy book will be dedicated to Bloody Hand, so let's start with the opening performance!!"

As the announcer spoke, the gates of the arenas on both sides slowly rose... and then, two groups of Space Marines actually walked out.

On this side, there is no doubt that it is Crom's seven Space Marines, and on the other side, there are also the same six Space Marines.

But as if deliberately to mock the loyalists here, they happened to be facing seven rebellious Space Marines.

There’s nothing much to say about the first three: a Flawless Blade, a Skull Harvester, and a… Malice Warrior?

Well, it doesn’t seem to make much difference whether the third one is a traitor or not.

But the remaining four are all from the same gang.

Four corrupted Space Wolves, visible from their power armour and the Chaos symbols engraved on them, and Khayon recognised the origins of those wolf cubs immediately.

"Blood Wolf Warband, the Khorne-believing Russ Wolf Cub."

The Blood Wolves are a rare case of an entire company defecting to Chaos at the same time. Ironically, the reason these guys defected was not because they were provoked or tainted by Chaos. Their Wolf Lord Svane Wulfbard led his wolf cubs to defect purely because of the Imperial bureaucracy.

However, it is said that the Blood Wolf Warband has been almost wiped out by the Space Wolves' pursuit troops. There are also claims that they escaped into the Warp in desperation - but their appearance here probably proves the truth of this rumor.

A genuine smile appeared on Khayon's face, and he was sure that Ahriman must have a similar smile beneath his helmet.

After all, although they all joined Chaos, some old grudges could never be erased.

The Thousand Sons hate all Wolf Cubs, no matter which side they are on.

"traitor……"

Chrom could hardly suppress his rage. Looking at the Blood Wolf traitor in front of him, he clenched his demon claws, growled, and tried hard to curb his anger!

But he couldn't stop it! The call from the gene seed, as well as the anger of being insulted to loyalty and the honor of the chapter, burned his reason like a blazing poisonous fire!

It doesn't seem difficult to understand the Dark Angels' behavior... For any Space Marine loyal to the Imperium and the Legion, placing traitors who tarnish the glory of the Legion in front of them is enough to make them understand the Dark Angels' paranoia.

The Dark Eldar on the field seemed to be aware of the drama of this duel, and they all burst into laughter like a tsunami.

The shame from the Legion must be cleansed by the Legion itself, and the wolves rushed out.

Wolves bit at the shameful traitors from all directions, and Chrom roared and smashed a chainsword away with his demon claws.

The Wolf Lord used the muscle fibers in his power armor to bite the chest of a blood wolf with his frost axe.

With the agility of a wolf, he dodged a vicious assassination attempt, then launched a swift and furious counterattack!

The demon claw swung over, knocking the Chaos Marine's weapon from his hand... and then Crom swung his axe and ate it into the traitor's head.

But in contrast, his arm was also severely chopped by the sword!

There is no such thing as elegance in war, especially for these Space Marines.

Their fight was not pretty to watch because it was a melee with no coordination at all.

The completely different fighting styles made this battle extremely difficult and unsightly.

But it doesn't matter. No one here cares except the traitor of the Lord of the Immaculate who is in so much pain that he is about to scream out.

Even the Dark Eldar in the stands didn't care whether the fight was elegant or not... the infighting among alien races only made them feel happy and excited!

After all, what could be more interesting than watching those inferior races fight to the death in the audience... while they safely watch the results here?

But these Astartes were only appetizers. Seeing that the atmosphere was already getting heated, the announcer flew across the sky on a flying disc, screaming sharply...

"Not enough, Bloody Hand said it's not enough! More blood, more fighting!!"

As the order was given, the ground of the arena shook violently, and then the rising cage released hundreds of greenskins!

These mushrooms are worthless slave gladiators from Comoros... but they are undoubtedly qualified to be used to disrupt the situation and make the occasion more lively.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

The greenskins roared, and the moment they were released they rushed towards all the Astartes in the field like crazy with all kinds of crude weapons in their hands.

The sudden change forced the Astartes to quickly adjust their battle strategy. They tried their best to get away from the traitors in front of them, and then decisively killed these greenskins.

They don’t know who is more hateful, the traitors or the aliens, but these greenskins are definitely coming for them.

Unfortunately, they did not have any bolters or other weapons and were only allowed to carry their own melee weapons - but it didn't matter, in the name of the Emperor, kill all these aliens!

A bloody massacre broke out in the field. The blood that was not obvious just now due to the fighting between the Astartes broke out.

Although the greenskin's blood quality is a bit inferior, it is enough to be used as a tool to mobilize emotions!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill them all!!"

"I bet 100 bloody roses that these apes will win!!"

The nobles on the airship screamed and placed their bets... This carnival among the entire Comoros high-level officials stimulated the adrenaline of each of them. Even though it was not elegant or special... but the scene was big enough to make them quite satisfied.

But in the final analysis, the Astartes and the greenskins in Comoros are by no means precious things that can irritate these powerful people... and the witch spirit sect that presided over this ultimate fight is also very clear about this -

So, before boredom consumed the audience, they decisively played their next card.

"Lurking in the shadows, shuttling on the edge of death, let us welcome the shadow from the Webway, the insidious assassin!!"

Following the sound of a scream, a dark shadow with a pale green light passed through the shadow of nothingness, and in an instant...

He cut off the entire head of the Chaos Space Marine of the Lord of the Immaculate.

The things that moved revealed their figures. They were exactly the same as the Dark Eldar Chieftain...

But they were naked, wearing only skirts and clothes woven from the skins of their prey.

His body was covered in mysterious green tattoos, and he was surrounded by an uncomfortably cold aura.

They are Mandela, a group of dark people who do not belong to the Comoros.

They are also Eldar, but no one knows their true origins. They come from the shadow of the Eldar Empire, they rule a shadow kingdom called Alindrach, and survive in the shadow of the Webway.

Some believe they are the product of a union between the Cult of Pleasure and demons during the Eldar Empire... for each of them possesses the power to lurk in the shadows.

They are natural born killers who use souls as currency and hunt everything.

When they appeared on the battlefield, the Dark Eldars immediately celebrated - they were afraid of these Mandrakes, but admired their killing!

One after another, Mandrakes jumped out from the shadows. They ruthlessly assassinated their preys and shuttled through the dark shadows without warning, making it impossible for their figures to be easily anchored.

"Everyone, get closer now!!"

Krom waved his claws to force back a Mandela who wanted to pierce his kidney with the poisoned dagger, and yelled at his comrades beside him...

Even though they didn't have much dealings with the Dark Eldar, and weren't experts in dealing with aliens like the Death Watch... they still had to be cautious when dealing with these sneaky creatures that could attack from behind.

Seeing this group of Astartes gathering together, these Mandrakes did not seem to be in a hurry to kill them. Instead, they continued to flicker in the shadows, using every shift in perspective to create opportunities for assassinations, and cut off the heads of those greenskins accurately and efficiently.

The cruel and elegant killing caused constant cheers from the audience, but more importantly, the "pain" also began.

"Ugh—damn it!"

Jomond covered his arm, roared, and twitched. A dark green single-molecule poison crystal suddenly shot out from the shadows and penetrated his armor and pierced his skin...

The neurotoxin smeared on the poison crystal was amplifying his pain nerves hundreds and thousands of times.

And at the moment when this pain happened, the Mandrakes seized the gap of the Astartes and immediately emerged from the shadows in front of them and attacked!

Chrom tried his best to swing his claws to attack these agile black shadows...but every attack was always uncertain about beheading the opponent...he was not even sure whether his attacks hit these webpath shadows.

And at this moment, the Space Marines fell again.

It’s not the traitors who were separated and struggling to hold on, but Guo Zhen!

The weird White Scar Space Marine was knocked to the ground, and a Mandrake was about to behead him.

"Do not!!"

Chrom roared and charged at the Mandela with his shoulder with all his strength!

The lack of energy in the power armor had slowed down his movements... but he still used his modified physique to drive the heavy armor!

He did it, and the Mandela was knocked out by him...

But the moment he landed, he fell into the shadow behind him like falling into the water. The killing would not stop, and this was just the beginning of a general attack.

More and more Mandelas kept jumping in the shadow, like one shadow passing through another phantom.

They made full use of their talents, surrounding and attacking in ways that could not be understood by logic.

They are like a group of hunters hunting, and the Astartes, who are regarded as angels of death by mortals, are just their prey.

The encirclement and division were gradually approaching, and the killing game was about to come to an end. Chrom's eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his claws tightly. An indescribable wildness and impulse echoed in his mind! !

Damn, it's these aliens!

Chrom roared, he no longer knew whether it was his own agitated thoughts or the dark elves that were causing trouble -

The resonance deep within his genes is rapidly stimulating something called the Wolf Spiral!

That was a genetic defect of their Space Wolves. This unique combination of gene seeds made the Wolves far stronger than other Space Marines in many aspects, such as extremely sensitive sense of smell and hearing, slender canine teeth that could bite through plasteel, and tough and elastic skin.

This mutation also enhances the ferocity of the wild wolves on the battlefield, and once they cannot control their animal nature, they will turn into monsters like wild beasts!

No one knows where this cursed gene came from. Some people think that it is because the humans on Fenris modified their genes in the past in order to adapt to the cruel environment... Others say that it was because Russ took advantage of the gene seed given to him by the Emperor!

But this curse follows every Space Wolf until his death...

This is also the reason why the Space Wolves will never follow the Codex Astartes to separate other chapters - this cruel curse and secret must never be allowed to be discovered!

He roared and took off his helmet, as if the restraint of the helmet made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

But the remaining rationality in his heart prevented him from being controlled by the animal nature.

But if they were not dominated by animal nature, how could they survive in this killing field?

The dark Eldar screamed, enjoying the pain and misery of the fighters, sucking the torrents in their souls to replenish their own empty souls that were sucked away.

Chrom can no longer control this impulse. The wolf spiral coming from deep in his genes has become increasingly uncontrollable!

He heard the sound of a wolf howling, but... it wasn't coming from him!

Chrom turned his head as hard as he could, and when he saw the gray armor and the wolf head seal standing proudly on the bloody shoulder armor, Chrom's heart was pounding.

This guy was hunched over, like a wild beast carrying his savage nature... and his face, revealed by the removal of his helmet, was completely unrecognizable.

"Brother Jomond..."

Crome muttered the other's name, and he recognized his brother Beast without any mistake.

Through his grey armor stained with dried black blood.

By the legionary emblem that still adorned the armor.

Through the curse that transforms consciousness and flesh into savage beasts.

The features of Narus acted like a mask, concealing the rage of the unbridled beast.

The unrestrained madness and wildness have completely transformed them into werewolves (The Wulfen), representing the most tragic end of the Space Wolves!

Having activated his Wolf Spiral, Jomond, who had completely transformed into a monster, began to slaughter people wantonly.

The fully activated savagery greatly increased his strength and speed, and he tore apart Mandela's body in the first instant!

But this is not a good thing, his wildness has made him lose all thoughts and unnecessary thinking.

There is no more glory, no more brothers, only the beast's bloodthirsty desire to tear everything apart.

The atmosphere in the arena reached another climax as an Astartes fell...

Watching these inferior races mutate due to their low-level biological transformation brings these Dark Eldars genuine joy and satisfaction!

The scene has fallen into complete chaos, the wolves are falling, the traitors are trying to survive, the Mandrakes are experiencing killing and being killed, and the greenskins are rushing up to anyone they see and blasting them apart!