I am the magnetic field maniac

Ha! A big mess, this is so familiar, isn't this the norm in this galaxy 90% of the time!

Even Victor's thin and pale face broke into a smile, but he whispered to Tariq beside him...

"My dear Tariq, tell our little slave master that it's time to let the main attraction of the day join us."

Tariq bowed his head and carried out the Overlord's order without hesitation. Soon, the gate on the other side of the arena slowly rose.

Then, Bai Qianshuang walked out of the door of the arena, removed all the restraints on her body, put on the martial arts suit she requested, raised her long cloak, and walked into the arena.

"Let's begin! Let's welcome our undefeated champion of the arena! Super Ape! The "God of War" who has never been defeated, Bai Qianshuang! !"

The announcer's sharp voice echoed throughout the stadium, and the audience gave him even greater cheers and excitement. Countless bloody roses were thrown down from the stands, representing their support for the champion.

The many Dark Eldar of Commorragh have adapted to the presence of this non-Eldar champion, and his great strength has earned him respect in this dark capital.

However, the two people who were not from the Eldar tribe were full of doubts about this champion...

"Ordinary human? The champion of Comoros?"

Suspicious, Khayon even wondered if it was these dark elves with mental problems who were causing trouble...

Why can an ordinary person receive so much cheers and support in their arena?

But immediately, he understood why this happened?

"What a fucking mess..."

Bai Qianshuang looked at the chaos on the field, where you hit me and I hit you, and it was impossible to tell the enemy from the friend. She complained, shook her head, and then raised her fist and said...

"Forget it, just beat them all up."

42. Impure fighting

Skills are tools of the weak

This is an unchanging truth in any world, whether it is martial arts or skills...

The essence of these things being invented is to fill the gap between the weak and the strong.

There is nothing bad or wrong about this... The advancement of life and civilization itself cannot avoid constantly challenging the strong...

Constantly use what you have that the other side does not have to make up for your own shortcomings and gaps.

But for a race and an individual who have mastered their skills to the extreme, the powerlessness and self-denial they feel when facing an absolutely violent enemy are unquestionable.

In the dark room

A snow-white, well-built figure was immersed in a huge blood crucible.

Her long, blood-red hair fell over the pool of blood. One of the most beautiful women in Comoros watched the fight on the screen quietly.

Beside her, noble maids scooped up boiling blood and washed Lilith's body...she was bathing in front of the statue of Cain in the center of the blood pool.

This is the tradition of all the Dominant Succubi who are loyal followers of Cain's teachings when they appear in the arena to fight - bathing in blood represents praying to Cain, and all this blood must come from powerful enemies killed by the Dominant Succubi themselves. Only by bathing in such blood can you prove that you have been blessed by Cain.

The maids scooped up the boiling hot blood in their delicate palms, which flowed on the fair and soft skin of their mistress. The blood beads slowly dripped along the undulating curves of the body, outlining a beautiful and breathtaking picture.

“There’s no skill involved.”

Lilith looked at Bai Qianshuang on the screen with hatred, and sighed with resentment...

She likes to challenge the strong and longs to fight with powerful and beautiful things - but Lilith is not stupid. The people she challenges will not be able to absolutely crush her in terms of strength.

Otherwise, if she just wanted to challenge something powerful, why didn't she just charge directly towards the human Titan?

Or swinging a knife at a heavy vehicle that she could never handle?

That is not a sign of courage and a desire to kill, that is a sign of stupidity.

Only Kong's wild dogs are so brainless. The followers of Bloody Hand pursue gorgeous and precise killing.

What Lilith valued that day was the killing skills demonstrated by Bai Qianshuang.

The martial arts of the Martial Gods are absolutely powerful. Even if their research on martial arts is not even a fraction of that of the Dark Eldar, they are still very strong.

After all, what they have to face at any time in their own world is the oppression of other martial gods. Under the strong pressure and internal circulation, as long as you strive forward and strive for more status, you have to study the martial arts that replace the power of magnetic field, and things that are not good in martial arts have long been eliminated.

What Lilith longed for was to fight an opponent with magnificent skills... to dance with an opponent with whom she could dance on the dangerous edge of a blade.

She definitely didn't want to fight a reckless man who could kill her with one punch.

This may sound a bit like bullying the weak and fearing the strong, but this is the doctrine of Red Hand Kane. Even though it is very close to Khorne, it is still fundamentally different.

So, is Lilith ready to face a losing battle?

No, of course not.

The corners of Lilith's mouth formed a cold and happy arc. Her lover, her master Victor had already prepared everything. Lilith only needed to prepare for a gorgeous blade dance.

Her opponent would not use the incredible power called "magnetic field rotation" to directly blow her up.

She would not die so miserably and helplessly, like those monkeys and greenskins on the field.

He will be forced to face Lilith's challenge with his own martial arts and skills, and the Queen of the Night will prove to everyone that she is the most deadly blade dancer in Commorragh!

but……

Lilith lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze could not forget Bai Qianshuang's fist that was flashing with lightning.

Brutal, crude, but…incredibly powerful.

It was not the psychic energy that dragged our people into the abyss, but the powerful force that came from the physical universe.

Want it, Lilith felt an immense desire, she longed for such power!

Even though it doesn't look gorgeous at all, strength itself represents beauty!

The maids at the side helped Lilith put on her equipment. Her beautiful long red hair was sewn with barbs and hooks, and her scarlet nails were polished to be as sharp as a scalpel.

The perfect body was wrapped in a seductive black leather jacket, exposing large areas of snow-white skin on the abdomen and chest. Only the legs were wearing black, blade-like armor.

This outfit made Lilith full of desire for midnight seduction, but it has always been her favorite outfit.

She needs to present herself in her best form, because the ruling succubus of the Night of Revelation is not only a gladiator, but also the bride of Cain!

And Lilith wasn't dressed like this to sell any flesh... Her exposed flesh was a mockery to seduce the opponent's blade to drain her blood...

Her loose hair seemed to beckon her opponent to grab it and strike her with a fatal blow.

This is how she likes to perform - calm, confident, and cool.

With an impatient and dangerous smile, Lilith took her weapons. Blades, whips, and sharp blades were all deadly and gorgeous weapons.

She could already hear the cheers of the audience in the arena, so now it was time for her to enjoy herself.

Of course, since her goal will be the same as before, Lilith still needs to eliminate an insignificant opponent.

From the beginning to the end, Lilith never took the little girl named Evelyne seriously, even though she had won hundreds of battles... In Lilith's eyes, she was still too immature and childish.

For the final bath of blood, use the blood spurting from your heart.

Lilith ran her fingers over her abdomen, as if imagining using the blood of her enemies to draw a killing pattern, with a sickly yet delighted smile on her face.

The gate of the arena slowly opened.

The moment before Bai Qianshuang stepped onto the battlefield, Ka Yang even thought that this ordinary person without any psychic energy fluctuations in his body was sent out by the Dark Eldar to make trouble.

The long life and the influence of the gladiatorial culture have made these pointy-eared guys do countless jobs... Even in the current ceremony of sacrificing Cain, they still dare to do some fancy things here.

Anyway, Kane had already been broken into countless pieces, and he was not even alive. There were only three Eldar gods alive now, and one was his Riddler in the Webway...

One was captured by Nurgle to be a drug tester, and the other was endlessly sucking the souls of these long-eared creatures.

In fact, the spirits had long been abandoned and feared by the spirits...

Otherwise, Comoros would not have such a strange belief in the Dark Muse (roughly equivalent to the living saint of the empire).

Then, Ka Yang witnessed a scene that he could hardly believe.

In just a few breaths, this young man who looked not even twenty years old easily dealt with everyone in the audience!

This is not difficult for a great psyker like Khayon...

He could even make those weak Astartes burn themselves dry inside their armor with just a glance.

But if it was a melee, it would never be so easy - although Khayon was a wizard, his melee skills were quite strong, but even so...

He also did not have the confidence that he could take down more than ten Space Marines, multiple Mandrakes and even more Greenskins in a very short period of time.

And now, Khayon has new insights.

"hand of God!"

Faced with the chaotic situation on the field, Bai Qianshuang, who felt a headache and didn't want to figure out what was going on, chose the simplest and most direct way to clear it.

The power of the magnetic field drives the Hand of God to activate. In an instant, a powerful cyclonic suction pulls all targets, and they are either sucked into the sky or unable to move at all.

During this time, the Mandelas kept trying to escape into the shadows, but the powerful suction made it impossible for them to calibrate any of their movements accurately.

These shadowy demons of the Webway let out sharp screams and roars, but this obviously changed nothing.

When a force that they simply cannot understand begins to take effect, even if they are truly half-demon, they cannot save their lives!

Then Bai Qianshuang rushed forward directly.

There is nothing much to describe about the battle, so what is there to tell about a story where the opponent is killed instantly?

He didn't even bother to use any moves, and simply used his power sword to blast every greenskin's body to pieces, cut Mandrake in half, and finally knocked down all of his own surviving men with one punch - including the werewolf-turned Jhormond.

Seeing that this werewolf guy was still struggling and going crazy, Bai Qianshuang hit him on the head. He didn't know whether he would die or not, but he couldn't move anyway.

The fight that had been so exciting just a moment ago ended in such a frivolous and simple way.

"Did he just use psychic powers?"

Khayon was silent for a while. He could only find answers and possibilities within the scope of his own understanding - either this person had some technology that he didn't understand, or it was psychic power.

But both were unlikely. If it was the former, he would never have been hailed as a champion by these Dark Eldars with his tools. If it was the latter... Khayon could not have failed to feel it.

There was no sign of disturbance in the etheric torrent within Comoros...but the energy of the stable material world was still being pried up, and the scale of the prying was quite huge!

The so-called spellcasting by psykers is essentially a kind of wish-making. You project your thoughts into the warp, then release the energy of the warp through yourself or a ritual, and then realize the shape of your thoughts in the warp in the physical universe.

It sounds very awesome, but in fact, the first lesson any qualified psyker must learn is to accept the gap between the subspace and the physical universe.

Even if you can destroy a planet with a single thought in the subspace, the psychic spells you release in the physical universe may be enough to kill a person.

The subspace is a "dream" and an "illusion", and if material entities want to realize the illusion of the subspace and make the dream a reality, they need a sufficiently concentrated subspace energy.

Therefore, the closer the psyker is to places like the Eye of Terror and the center of the Maelstrom, the stronger he will be. However, Comoros——

Most of the Warp energy here was blocked by the Khaine Gate. In order to seal the largest Webway Gate, the Dark Eldar invested countless efforts.

The power of any psionic spells here is bound to be greatly reduced...so Khayon's reason told him that the human being would definitely not use psionic spells.

But Khayon's simple and simplistic thoughts and his knowledge reserve really cannot find any other explanation...

Fortunately, he is not one of the Word Bearers who worships the Warp... otherwise, he might be thinking that the world is collapsing now.

"There is indeed a kind of 'casting' other than psychic power in this world." Ahriman said slowly and in a low voice.

"Once that scum Erebus sought out the 'Mother' of all Primarchs and asked her to join Chaos. Of course, he failed, and as a result Erebus summoned four Daemons to try to kill the Mother of Primarchs."

"But even if there were four great demons, they were still completely defeated by the latter using a special power that was not from the Warp...

Of course, that scum Erebus still managed to kill the injured Primarch by a surprise attack... but there was indeed a special force from non-warp space there."

"Wait, there are too many things in your words that I want to ask." Ka Yang pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed...

"First, what is the situation with the Mother Primarch?"

"You don't need to know too much, but I guess this special person is the important core that the Lord of Change is looking for... or a conspiracy he has set up to change the direction."

Ahriman said softly, and then he actually started his action directly...

His right hand opened a psychic rift, from which he took out different skulls one by one and laid them on the ground in a blasphemous Chaos Advent ritual... And among those skulls, Khayon felt that there were several that looked particularly familiar...

It was not until the head of a Chaos Lord he knew was dragged out that Khayon was shocked - these heads turned out to be the heads of the Daemon Princes of Khorne.

What's going on? Where did Ahriman collect so many heads of the Daemon Princes of Khorne?

Don't even mention that he killed him, even the original master didn't have such ability!!

Ahriman ignored Khayon's horror and simply accurately and slowly carved a magic circle to summon the Demon Prince of Khorne.

There were many problems in this matter, and Ahriman knew it clearly. He even understood that it would be a mistake to rush to summon the Seed of Destruction at this moment.