Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 440: Being the Boss in the Comoros Arena
It is obviously a pipe dream for a human to manage a huge arena and receive thousands of high-ranking Dark Eldar.

But this was also the helpless choice of the Consul's family.

Normally, the Comoros conspiracy group should be composed of three or four large families to carry out the major task of operating the arena.

But considering that the Governor's family is not only hated by everyone in Comoros, it can also be said to be feared.

They couldn't find partners, and their size wasn't enough to take over the operation of the entire arena.

At the same time, they have to face pressure and slander from other families.

This is also related to the fact that the Consul's mother is getting older and her physical functions are declining, as well as the increasingly large size of the entire family.

Even though the Eldar have a long lifespan, the almost 20,000-year-old matriarch of the family also faces the problem of her soul being gradually swallowed by Slaanesh.

That invisible aging process caused the lady's personality to change drastically in 20,000 years, of course, it was also due to the needs of family affairs.

In other words, their family is composed of an orphan mother and a widow, and they have a large family and a large business. They are not as healthy as other conspiracy families, so naturally they are like an old tiger being watched by wolves, and they are looking forward to being eaten up the moment they get old.

But if they control a large arena, the situation is completely different.

Once the arena is operational, the income generated will be enough to keep the family going for thousands of years.

By the time the Madam Governor reaches adulthood, the situation will be much better.

The most important thing is that before the long adulthood, the elves will not be able to reproduce even if they are mentally mature and physically plump.

Secondly, even though the Dark Eldar are a matriarchal society, young Archon ladies are still targets of cannibalism.

Those who are unable to protect their property are nothing more than bugs that need not be considered when plundering.

This is the core rule of the Comoros.

When Taylor got the information and sat down with an Eldar Blood Ling who was assigned to work with him, he became a little impatient.

Because of the foul smell and the pitch-black giant bird claw next to him, the Eldar took it out of a translucent jar and dissected it carefully.

Even though the Eldar's black hovercraft was not only stable and comfortable to sit in, but also had high-grade dry red wine and the finest fragrance that Taylor had never tasted before, he could not stand his colleague's bad taste!

He couldn't help but complain to the Blood Ling people who were fiddling with their limbs beside him.

"It stinks! Move those chicken feet soaked in formalin!"

The weird and beautiful Ms. Blood Lingren answered with a hint of curiosity.

"Go to hell! Do you know what creature this claw comes from? Its claw is more valuable than your life! You vulgar, barbaric, stupid monkey!"

Taylor replied. "The Sphinx, a creature from Nocturne, can withstand temperatures of thousands of degrees, and its pitch-black claws can tear open the body of a Primarch."

"Volkan, Lord of Fire Dragons, once hunted them for pleasure, but he preferred salamanders as prey even more."

The Blood Bell man raised his eyebrows. "No wonder Fabius likes you."

"These days, I would have thought humans like you would be at the stake, or at the hands of the Chaos Powers."

She changed her mind about Taylor slightly. After all, the Eldar subconsciously hated the gods, and if it weren't for Chaos's malicious plan, they wouldn't need to hide in the Webway.

Most of the Dark Eldar still maintain their faith in the Eldar's original gods, and are incompatible with Chaos.

And she hated the stupid Imperials even more, always talking about the Emperor and loyalty.

Ms. Bloodlingren became interested at this point, but not in the way of dissecting Taylor.

But she just started talking to Taylor normally.

It's just that Taylor is a very sociable person.

Soon he was talking about his doubts with someone he didn't know. Taylor looked at the simple folk customs on the streets of Comoros, proficient in rape and looting, and saw that they were full of vitality...

He couldn't help but think, this guy is a Xueling person, which is also a hot commodity in the spirit race, why does he stay in this family?
He asked, "There are orphans and widows here. You are quite capable, why are you helping them?"

The Blood Ling said, "The Eldar are not without flesh and blood. I was once a noble, but my family was broken up. I was captured, raped, and thrown into the arena."

"At that time, I hadn't yet grasped any genetic mysteries. I only knew that I would be disemboweled."

"Until the Archon lady redeems me."

"She is different from other Eldar. She has the ancient faith of Khaine, which is pure and admirable."

"You, human, don't you like beautiful things?"

"Even if you want to destroy all those things, haven't you ever thought about keeping one for yourself?"

"Yes, I have taken a fancy to her. She is my vase, before her will decays and before I get tired of her."

"I won't leave."

Taylor said. "I call him a tsundere when you're like that."

"You're obviously in love."

The Blood Ling person responded incredulously. "What awkward words are you talking about?"

"The Eldar have no love, only desire!"

Taylor didn't answer, but just looked at the huge building approaching in the distance. It was an ancient Roman-style building, but much larger and darker than the Colosseum.

Circular in shape and with ancient disc-shaped stone pillars, there are symbols from Macragge on them.

"Fuck, you stole five hundred worlds?"

"It's truly a masterpiece," said the Bloodling Man. "Only a work of art like this is worthy of a bloody arena."

"Sometimes, your monkeys' barbaric aesthetics and crude values are the most compatible with the blood of those reckless men."

Taylor said helplessly. "I thought you guys got it especially for me, but it seems I was worrying too much."

"But, in other words."

"Is this place mine from now on?"

Taylor looked at the huge building, which was about the size of three or four football fields. He had thought that a duel field of one hundred meters was exaggerated enough, but was it like this?
He soon realized that the Eldar's dueling arena had prisoner holding areas, reward areas, execution areas, and various underground areas.

There is also a huge holographic screen and separate small dueling arenas on the ground.

This place can accommodate tens of thousands of people who go crazy for the bloody performance, while hundreds of heroes cut each other apart at the same time.

Such a scale is simply a spectacle.

But the group that built such equipment is a weakling that is about to be wiped out in Comoros?
Obviously, those elves are definitely not as corrupt and incompetent as they appear.

They may indeed be obsessed with lust, desire, death, and blood.

but.

By no means a weakling.

Taylor was once again worried about his future, but the good news was that in the next month.

He has the final say in this place!
(End of this chapter)