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Chapter 282 Eribas' Despair

Breaking news! Iribas has been arrested!!
Breaking news! Iribas has been arrested!!
Two consecutive messages flooded the chat channel, drawing out many lurking players.

War Master: "The number one villain in the galaxy has been captured??"

Jujiro: "Are you sure it's Irebas? That guy is cunning."

Brother Zhong: "It's fake, it must be fake news."

Little Fatty: "I also think it's fake news, it's too fake."

"........."

The world chat channel quickly reached 99+ messages.

The name Iribus has become incredibly popular, quickly sparking heated discussions among players active in other star systems.

They didn't believe that players like Desert and Little Alpaca could catch Irebas.

It's worth noting that Eribus's record during the Horus Rebellion was nothing short of phenomenal.

Primarch Mother - Ilda

The first enchanted warrior—Angol Tai,

Loken witnessed the entire process of Horus's rebellion and the final showdown between Horus and the Emperor.

These famous figures all died at the hands of this wicked man.
Most importantly, this guy's escape skills are top-notch.
He was repeatedly driven to the brink of despair, yet he always managed to escape death.

Moreover, summoning a great demon is as easy for this guy as drinking water.
How could they possibly be captured alive?!
However, when photos and videos of Irebas being imprisoned inside the Stasis Cube appeared, the world chat channel fell into an eerie silence.

After a long time,
Zhan Shuai: "Damn, wait, did you really arrest them?"

Jujiro: "How did you manage to catch this bastard?"

Veteran: "Terrifying, it's terrifying."

"........."

Faced with irrefutable evidence, no matter how much Zhan Shuai and the other players didn't want to admit it,

Irebas did indeed become a prisoner of Damo and the others.

The topic on the world chat channel quickly shifted from initial skepticism and shock to discussions about punishing the evil seed, Irebas.

Thirteenth Brother: "@Desert, are you interested in starting a business?"

Desert: "@Old Thirteen, what's wrong? Smartie."

Thirteenth Brother: "One-on-one, you bastard, come and fight me one-on-one."

Desert: "Do you want to talk business?"

Thirteen: "I'll put up with you this time for the sake of business. How about we open an arena together? We can catch a bunch of traitors and chaos demons and put them in there, letting players challenge them one by one, healing them when they're crippled, and then fighting again."

"You pay once for each challenge. Only after unlocking the weaker opponents can you unlock the stronger ones."

"Irebas will be the grand finale. Only after players have challenged all those traitors and chaos demons will they be qualified to challenge this guy."

"As long as we advertise it, the arena will be a huge hit, and we can just sit back and wait to make money."

"Those brat players will definitely be happy to thoroughly humiliate Irebas."

War Commander: "…………"

Jujiro: "…………"

Veteran: "…………"

"........."

Little Alpaca: "As expected of Tzeentch's chosen one, even his random flashes of inspiration are so vicious!!"

The twisted person: "Irebas: This guy, you're a real devil."

Wrist-wielding man: "Kill! Kill! Kill! Slash! Slash! Slash!"

Zhuge: "That's too vicious."

Desert: "@Old Thirteen, great idea! Let's do it right away."

"........."

After discussing the project with the little alpaca and a bowl of lobster soup, Damo and the little alpaca decided it was feasible and immediately got to work on it.

The Arena of Eribas was quickly established.
Using the mechanical guild's powerful infrastructure capabilities, a magnificent arena was built in just three days.

Once construction was completed, the arena opened for business.

To generate buzz, players like DaMo announced a 50% discount on the first day of opening.

Players who were originally scattered throughout the galaxy all arrived in the world of Solonis through the lighthouse teleportation network, thinking of clearing the arena and beating up Eribas.

As the player's number one warrior, he was the first to slaughter through the desert, killing the demons and traitors that the players had placed in the arena.

Amidst the frenzied cheers, the much-anticipated challenge against Irebas finally arrived.

As the notification sounded, the Dimensional Cube, which imprisoned Iribas, was slowly pushed out of the dark tunnel.

After Eribus was trapped in the dimensional field, his time was forever frozen at that moment.

When time resumes its flow and the power of the warp is felt once more...

The cheers from the arena also reached his ears.

"here it is?"

Irebas looked around, momentarily disoriented, unsure of where he was.

The armor inscribed with prayers from the gods had also vanished.
He was only wearing a loose-fitting linen outfit.

Dang~
A weapon was thrown to Irebas by a guard standing on a high place.

"Take up your weapons, traitor. The gladiator champion will challenge you."

Iribus raised his head and looked towards the center of the arena.
A burly, strong man, shirtless, was standing there.
There was still a lot of blood around the opponent, clearly indicating that they had just experienced an extremely brutal battle.

The other man held a longsword, his gaze cold. "Eribas, quickly pick up your weapon."

"I can't wait to give you a good beating."

Iribus wasn't stupid; he quickly realized what had happened.
He was thrown into the arena by those damned outsiders and became a tool for their entertainment.

Damn it, how dare they?!
He himself was a follower of the gods, a dark apostle who held the truth of the universe.

“You’ll regret this.” Irebas bent down and picked up his weapon.
It was a sharp longsword.

The commander launched his charge; his speed was incredible, covering the vast distance in an instant.

He swung his longsword at Eribas, the sharp sword light piercing through the air.

The War General showed no mercy, unleashing a near-perfect swordsmanship attack on Eribas.

Zheng!
The first strike,
The clash of their swords sparked bright flames that shone exceptionally brightly in the dimly lit arena.

Iribas's expression changed slightly. The opponent's strength was extremely exaggerated. The recoil from the sword alone made her hand hurt.

Zheng~zheng~
The sword strikes were like a violent storm, creating a series of afterimages in the air.

The clanging sounds of collisions were incessant.
Irebas staggered backward, his hand splitting open, crimson blood flowing freely.

Zheng~
After another collision,

The blade was deflected, and the War General leaped forward, then struck Irebas's nose with his other elbow.

The cartilage cracked with a sticky, brittle sound, and bright red blood spurted out, a gruesome and striking sight. Irebas cried out in pain and retreated.
The warrior pressed his advantage, sweeping his sword horizontally; the sharp light of the blade illuminated the eyes of both men.
A horrifying wound appeared on the chest of the Dark Apostle.

The players and Imperial warriors in the arena gasped in amazement at what they saw.

From their previous battles, they knew that the War Commander was very strong.
But they had no idea exactly how strong it was.

And now, they have this concept.

Irebas, a veteran of countless battles, joined the Emperor Legion with Luo Jia, and his seniority is much higher than that of ordinary veterans.

Their combat strength goes without saying.
During the Great Crusade, they were only slightly weaker than the first-tier teams like Sigismund and Radolph.
After ten thousand years of tempering and the blessings of the gods, he has become a rare master in the galaxy.

Now, however, they are being suppressed by the war commander, and even their counterattacks are in a sorry state.

Desert: "War General!! Is this guy cheating?"

Little alpaca: "This fighting power is enough to take on the three of us."

A bowl of lobster soup: "There may be a wrong name, but no wrong nickname. He truly deserves to be the Guide's favorite son!! This fighting power is too fierce!!"

"........."

The warlord in the arena was completely focused on the battle and paid no attention to the discussions in the audience. He was solely focused on attacking.

Another frenzied barrage of heavy blows followed, and Irebas's longsword flew out, clanging as it sliced ​​across the deck.

Another punch landed on his throat, followed by a boot kick to his stomach, sending him flying and crashing into the arena wall in the distance with a dull thud.

Irebas lay on the ground like a dead dog, a hint of fear showing as he watched the approaching War Commander.
This guy is incredibly strong.
Simply engaging in a contest of cold weapons would not be enough to defeat the opponent.

"Stand up." Zhan Shuai looked down at his opponent.

Irebas stood up and picked up his weapon again.

He then quickly gathered a powerful spiritual energy.

With a soft cry, it released them all.

A violent bolt of lightning tore through the air, making a terrifying sound, and crashed towards the War Commander.

With a low roar, Zhan Shuai unleashed an invisible force that blocked the lightning.

Then, he started running towards Irebas again.

Zheng!
Their weapons clashed again, and Irebas, unable to withstand the force of the impact, was sent flying backward.
With a thud, he crashed heavily to the ground and rolled around repeatedly, dropping his weapon once again.

Irebas tried to get up from the ground, but to no avail after several attempts.

The war commander walked over and looked down at him.
Irebas thought he would be beheaded.
However, the next second, the other party also threw away their weapon.

He grabbed the armor and lifted him high into the air.

Irebas instantly knew what the other party wanted to do.
"No! Don't do that!" he cried desperately, hoping the other person wouldn't do such a terrible thing.

The next second, Zhan Shuai slammed the raised Irebas into his own knee.
Click!Click!Click!
With a sickening cracking sound, Irebas's spine was broken, and he was thrown to the ground like a dead dog.

A deafening cheer erupted from the audience.
The Warhammer signature element—the broken spine—is a must-see.

Zhan Shuai bowed to the crowd in the stands, facing the deafening cheers.

Irebas lay on the ground in despair; not only his spine had been shattered, but also his face and self-esteem.

I thought the humiliation was over.
However, Irebas underestimated the shamelessness of these outsiders.

After the duel ended, he was dragged back to the treatment room where his spine and wounds were repaired.
This puzzled him.

It's important to know that the empire's attitude towards traitors has always been: better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

Now, they even offer treatment!

This is truly a rare occurrence.

Just as Eribus was confused, he was once again thrown into the arena to meet the second champion who had defeated the other traitors and monsters.

This champion is weaker than the War Master, but still easily defeated Irebas.

Then, they broke Irebas's spine again.

Immediately afterwards, Irebas was pulled back into the treatment room.

After my wounds and spine were treated, I was once again pushed toward the door.

This time, considering his declining physical strength, they thoughtfully administered a stimulant injection.

Eribus: "………………"

Do you have any shame?

Have you no shame?

Are you treating us like livestock?
They even gave him performance-enhancing drugs. Were they trying to completely drain his potential?

Having been challenged hundreds of times and had his spine broken once again, Irebas lay on the ground with a look of despair on his face.
Even prisoners of war should be given some human rights. Who could come up with such a vicious method of torture?

As the medical staff approached, Iribas crawled towards the distance on his hands.

He no longer wanted to receive treatment.

These outsiders are devils!
If he continues to be challenged like this, he will die.

However, the medical staff wouldn't listen to Irebas's thoughts.

They came over, grabbed the traitor's ankle, dragged him to a medical stretcher, and took him into the treatment room.

After treatment, they were sent back to the arena once again.

Just as Irebas was suffering,
Meanwhile, on Wizarding Planet, two Primarchs arrived.
They are Fugrim and Luojia, respectively.

Considering the current military strength of the Imperium of Man, and the return of Guilliman and Lane,

They had to abandon their previous idea of ​​fighting alone.
They chose to unite again, solely to deal with their former brothers.

Magnus was not surprised at all by their arrival; he had long ago foreseen this gathering through the changing threads of fate.

“We can no longer let that idiot Guilliman and that outsider run rampant,” Luo Jia said instantly. “We must cooperate.”

“I support you.” Magnus nodded; he had suffered greatly at the hands of Guilliman and the outsider.
"Me too." Fogrem's severed hand still hasn't found a way to heal.

He was tormented by burning pain every day, which made him hate Guilliman to the core.

“I already have a detailed plan.” Luo Jia looked at his two brothers, full of confidence.

"Guilliman's greatest concern is his mortal parents. If we can find their souls, Guilliman will surely go mad and willingly walk into our trap."

"Are you crazy?! You're arresting Guilliman's parents!!"

Magnus felt a vague unease upon hearing Luo Jia's plan.

"Yes, I've sent out demons. I want Guilliman to experience what it feels like to lose the thing he cherished most in his life," Luo Jia's voice was utterly wicked.

"I can't wait to see him wail in despair, to see him kneeling on the ground, begging us in a pathetic state."

“As long as the couple’s souls are in our hands, Guilliman will come no matter what traps we set.”

Upon hearing Luo Jia's plan, Fugrim revealed a malicious smile.

"I really like this plan."

"Guilliman must be in unbearable pain and utterly desperate. Just thinking about it makes me want to groan and scream with excitement."

"We need to set a good trap to ensure that Guilliman and his men never return."

(End of this chapter)