I am the magnetic field maniac

Even without weapons, she was confident that she could kill the little girl right here!

Every part of Lilith's body is a weapon; her nails as sharp as scalpels, the sharp spikes on her armor, and even her red lips coated with neurotoxin, are all things that can ensure that she can kill gracefully.

This is what Lilith has always liked to do, using the most difficult conditions to perform elegant killings. The audience in Comoros likes this violent and elegant scene the most.

Lilith saw Evelyne's flaw, but Evelyne could not see her opponent's flaw.

But fear had lost its meaning here. She took a deep breath and took off the extra and unnecessary clothes on her body.

Towering weapon racks rose up on both sides of the Dominating Succubus, filled with countless weapons of strange shapes.

Evelyne quickly selected the plundering knife and an iron fan that she was best at using, while Lilith elegantly took out two sharp and pointed boning knives.

It seems that Lilith does not intend to perform a difficult killing show here.

Because she didn't have much patience, she didn't see her scheduled opponent here.

This made her a little confused, as this was completely different from what Victor had agreed.

But in such a situation, it was obviously impossible for her to question her lover and master.

So, she planned to kill the girl in front of her as quickly as possible, and then quickly start the real fight.

Evelyne stretched out her long sword towards Lilith provocatively, but facing the direct challenge, Lilith just showed a contemptuous and gorgeous smile.

She twirled and waved the boning knife in her hand, pacing beside Evelyne, who did the same.

They all seemed so calm, and in these choreographed dance moves, every stamp of the feet and every sway of the hips foreshadowed the beginning of a fatal move.

In a fight between predators, the one that pounces first often reveals its weakness.

But this only applies to opponents of equal strength.

Lilith caught the tiny gap between Evelyne's feet...

With a cruel smile, he pounced towards Evelyne's throat like a black phantom!

Swift, Deadly, Fast!!

Evelyne, who thought she had seen through her opponent's mistake, waved her iron fan to block, while her other hand thrust out her slender plundering sword, intending to assassinate the opponent with the slight advantage of her weapon.

But she misjudged, completely misjudged.

Lilith's body twisted an incredible arc in the air...

He dodged Evelene's assassination with a gorgeous somersault that almost performed a 90-degree anti-mechanical flip. The two boning knives in his hands turned instantly and stabbed at Evelene's shoulders!

Wrong action brings wrong result. Even though Evelene quickly turned her iron fan to block, the result was still that one of her arms was stabbed by the sword, which directly caused the iron fan to fall out of her hand.

"You're not experienced enough, girl."

Lilith's magnetic, low voice rang in Eveleni's ears, but it was undoubtedly full of provocation and teasing...

"Your intentions are too obvious. Although you have great talent, unfortunately, I don't have the time to accompany you today."

And as if foreshadowing Lilith's words, she swung the blade faster and faster!

Evelyne's face was pale. She knew that her battle was going badly and she could only try her best to resist the attacks.

When his own blood splashed on his face, the wrong perception even smelled a strange sweet fragrance.

The sweet taste seemed to foreshadow that Evelyne's life was about to end here, and Lilith knew this and had no intention of delaying at all. Instead, she kept speeding up her movements.

The blades were dancing, death was colliding, and the Comoros audience shed more bloody roses amid hysterical cheers.

The outcome of this night of revelation will soon be determined.

Victor's brows twitched slightly, because he knew Lilith's original plan for tonight - she would defeat Evelyne, no doubt, but she would make the situation as dangerous as possible.

After all, only in this way can Evelynne attract more wrong bets, so that Victor and Lilith can gain more victory.

Victor could understand why Lilith did something unexpected - she wanted to fight a more worthy opponent, and after seeing a more powerful target, Evelyne could no longer satisfy Lilith's desire for blood.

Thinking of this, Victor smiled cruelly.

There is no doubt that he was the one who plotted against Bai Qianshuang. It wasn't even a conspiracy at all. Victor just went with the flow and gave some face and convenience to the two clown troupes, Frost Star and Midnight Mourning.

He did not have any conspiracy, but simply lent out some of the Dark Eldar's hidden psychic artifacts that were not allowed to be used, so that those clowns could suppress the human's strange power.

This deal is a win-win for Victor. He doesn't need to do anything, and he doesn't even need to dirty his hands...

All that was needed was a large enough space and some minor conveniences to gain the support of the two clown troupes tonight.

Although he didn't understand why the old man Eldrad and these weird clowns had to kill such a special human being - but who cares? To Victor, this champion was just a dispensable thing.

Besides, there was no way he could survive the strangulation of two clown troupes.

So what if I have special abilities?

The Crone's Sigh is an ancient Eldar artifact used to deal with the Necrontyr and their masters. It is a product of the former Eldar Empire imitating the creations of the Old Saints... It is an artifact used to suppress all abnormal energy flows within a region.

Without that special power, he is just a human being. Even if he is their original body, he may not be able to withstand the strangulation of two clown troupes.

Thinking of this, Victor felt a little relieved, but as for Lilith?

She might not be satisfied with what Victor did today, but she absolutely dared not say anything and could only accumulate dissatisfaction in her heart.

She is not stupid, she is very smart, so she understands that no matter how good she is at fighting, she is just a plaything in Victor's hands.

The overlord of Youdu wants her to live, so she can't die!

The atmosphere in the field became increasingly heated and bloody, and at this moment, a person who had not spoken since the beginning suddenly spoke...

"Asrubail, I suppose you don't mind if I add some interesting twists to this evening?"

The voice was light, but it was particularly harsh in Victor's ears. He looked at this old monster, one of the few people in Comoros that he was very afraid of, and immediately forced a pale and false smile on his face...

"Of course, Grandmaster, all performances are welcome under Kane's watchful eye. We are always looking forward to seeing how much of a surprise you can bring."

Lakas smiled, then gently pulled the flying dragon under his feet... and then, the abdomen of the stitched zombie dragon suddenly split open slowly!

boom! !

In the abdominal cavity filled with blood vessels, flesh, and mucus, a huge figure landed slammed in the center of the arena!

He was two and a half meters tall, muscular enough but more slender and well-proportioned than those Astartes—but he was undoubtedly a "human"...

Every muscle in the naked upper body was flowing with slippery blood...

Most of his face was covered by an extremely smooth steel mask, his lower body was draped in a blood-stained linen cloth, his feet were stained with blood, and his hands were tightly grasping two huge, serrated butcher knives!

The terrifying and bloody aura began to spread from the moment he descended into the arena, wild, wanton, and crazy!

The host standing on the frisbee had a frozen expression, and he tried his best not to let his fear of Lacasse ruin his professionalism.

But he still spoke with obvious fear and trembling in his tone

"Wow, our ancient and respected Grand Master has also decided to bring new changes to the Night of Revelation. So, let us welcome--"

"Blood Shark King."

A deep, bloodthirsty voice of a top predator came out from the iron mask, sweeping across the entire arena, and his eyes... the same bloodthirsty eyes as if a great white shark was staring at its prey.

He is uncomfortable, not because he is weird or monstrous.

Just the look of the predator reminded every Dark Eldar of "Him" whom they dreamed of every night!

The gladiators in the arena need opponents, so Victor prepares to continue releasing some gladiators.

But before that, a figure simply ignored Victor's arrangements and jumped off his Destroyer platform.

The inky black shadow fell quickly, but it landed in front of the blood shark as lightly as a fallen leaf.

He held the Clive Blade in his hand behind his back, and the dark shadow around him seemed to swallow up all the light.

After a moment of suffocation, the host introduced loudly with a sharp and crazy scream...

"Welcome the Lord of Blades, Drazar!!"

45. Passing the Trial of Blood

What kind of fun is killing?

It is difficult for people who have not experienced this feeling to understand where the joy of taking the lives of others and making those moving things unable to move comes from.

Maybe... it's just for the so-called power and the so-called sense of security.

Eliminating and killing things that may threaten you will give you an indescribable sense of security. People live to pursue a sense of security...so this kind of happiness is a matter of course.

But where does the joy in slaughtering those who pose no threat to you come from?

That is probably the joy of freedom.

The meaning of freedom is not great, freedom is actually a synonym for disorder. The absence of any rules is the ultimate meaning of freedom, and for the strong who wantonly kill, happiness itself is equivalent to the freedom that suffocates others.

The ultimate happiness of following your heart and doing whatever you want, beyond all the constraints of rules. When you are the rules themselves, there will be no rules that can constrain you...

At times like this, taking away the most precious things of other lives is undoubtedly the greatest manifestation of this power.

This is the true meaning of freedom.

Therefore, every person with a strong magnetic field will inevitably have to deal with killing in the end...

Because when they indulge their emotions, they will inevitably conflict with the rules of other lives.

If you conflict with the rules, either the rules punish you or you tear the rules apart.

A successful lunatic will of course tear up the rules themselves, and he himself will become the rules themselves.

A madman who hates being bound will make everything kneel to him, and when everything is based on you, you are truly free.

So killing becomes an inevitable thing, so we can feel pleasure from slaughter.

So, can you restrain this murderous intent and this freedom?

Yes, but not necessary.

Because not feeling this freedom freely is not understanding and transcendence...it is just putting a pair of shackles on your nature out of thin air.

The true transcendence of the ultimate strong is by no means as simple as giving up killing - how can it be the sublimation of the soul if one is willing to accept the constraints of other people's rules?

kill!kill!kill!

In the endless realm of the God of Blood, Bai Wujie, who is imbued with the soul of the ultimate powerful man, is madly engaging in an endless massacre with Khorne!

The Blood God's posture kept changing, and his magic sword tore Bai Wujie's soul apart time and time again, using death to order him to submit to his murderous nature time and time again!

But it didn't happen. Every time his soul was torn apart, Bai Wujie would fight back again and kill with even greater enthusiasm.

So, Khorne also began to change his attitude.

To change into a posture that is more conducive to killing, to transform into a more deadly and terrifying form in this universe to fight with the enemy in front of you!

The evil god of the subspace itself does not have an eternal and fixed posture. Killing is an endless great cause. Survival of the fittest. In this universe, only the strong are allowed to survive!

An unknown amount of time had passed since the fight began. The towering brass fortress had been reduced to complete ruins, and the chaotic wasteland had been razed to the ground... The land flowing with blood and magma was blasted into pieces in the void of the spiritual realm.

But this does not mean a decline in Khorne's power.

The more fighting, the more combat there is, the more horrific the battle between the strongest becomes, and the power of Khorne will only become stronger.

kill!kill!kill!

The Blood God roared in rage, and his opponents fought each other in the same way. Injuring each other, attacking each other, killing each other, and then standing up again and repeating the process again.

The terrifying power blossomed even more terrifyingly in this extreme realm. The magnetic field force calculated in trillions had already broken through the upper limit of magnetic constraints...

Every punch thrown in an instant can easily create a dazzling star.

Dazzling and dazzling, stars flickered and fell, gathering extremely terrifying magnetic field forces. Bai Wujie fought a fierce battle with the demon in this blood-red void!

Thirty-five trillion power: Cosmic blasting fist!!

The cosmic blasting fist that combined the four fundamental forces summoned his ultimate demon god in Bai Wujie and the void, and then it shattered...

In an instant, the entire chaotic wasteland world was decomposed and shattered into countless elementary particles!

Everything was plunged into absolute darkness in an instant, but in the blink of an eye... Khorne's roar and the sword that tore through the heavens and the earth seemed to have opened up the world, bringing blood and magma back to this world, and recreating a Khorne realm in the void of the subspace, a new Chaos Realm! !

The next moment after creation is destruction. The crossed swords emit a light brighter than a gamma-ray burst, and at the same time, it is like the explosion of tens of millions of suns, destroying the reshaped chaotic world once again.

In this space where time does not exist, how long did the fight in the final trial last?

How long will this world-destroying fight to the death continue?

Bai Wujie didn't know, because when you devote yourself wholeheartedly to the bloody killing and enjoy the joy of life and death, you cannot perceive the flow of time at all.