He promised to become a knight, but what the heck is Astartes?

Upon hearing this, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face and a muscular build in the management office also raised his head, his cloudy eyes scrutinizing Luo Xia from head to toe.

When his gaze fell on the object behind Rorschach, wrapped in black cloth and clearly a large, heavy sword, the scarred man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said:

"Weapons cannot be used in the beginner's arena..."

"I know."

“I don’t plan to use it; it’s just a decoration for now.”

Upon hearing this, Luo Xia nodded slightly and said, after all, these little Karamis were not worthy of him drawing his sword.

Need not?

The scarred man was also taken aback upon hearing this.

What are you doing carrying such a big thing on your back? Cosplay?

Although the scarred man's lips twitched slightly, he eventually nodded.

What kind of weirdos aren't there among the people who come to the arena?

Some people like to wear cat ears, some like to wear women's clothing, and some even insist on sitting on their golden toilet.

And this strange person in front of me who likes to carry 'ornaments' isn't too outrageous.

However, he's not quite mentally stable either.

After all, who in their right mind would come here to fight in underground boxing matches?

"Newcomer, no wins, no odds."

"If we win, we'll take 10% of the appearance fee; if we lose, we'll take care of your body."

Do you understand the rules?

“I understand.” Luo Xia nodded seriously, confirming.

"Go over there and choose a special mask, then tell me your code name."

The scarred man pointed to a shelf in the corner.

The shelf was hung with dozens of masks of different styles, including crying faces, laughing faces, wild beasts, and even demons.

Rorschach's gaze swept across the array of masks, finally settling on an incredibly grotesque brass demon mask.

The mask has wide-open eyes, protruding fangs, and a blood-red symbol between its brows that is of unknown meaning and resembles the number '8'.

It was filled with an aura of violence and madness, and Rorschach was deeply attracted by it at just one glance.

This was practically tailor-made for him!

"This one will do."

Luo Xia smiled slightly and then said.

The scarred man nodded upon hearing this, and picked up a pen and ink from the side to make a record in the register:

"So, what's your code name?"

Rorschach removed the owl mask from his face and then put on the brass demon mask, the cold metallic touch against his face.

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, the scarred man managed to see Luo Xia's face clearly and was secretly surprised.

So handsome, so young.

Then, Rorschach slowly raised his head. Through the eyeholes of the demon mask, a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He looked at the scarred man and said, word by word:

"Fear and cruelty".

"My codename is Khorne, the Chosen One!"

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Thank you so much to all the readers for your love of this book. The author is practically speechless with envy.

Because reading during the free period is crucial and directly determines the success or failure of a book, I hope all readers will refrain from "nurturing" a book, otherwise you'll kill it off...

Furthermore, the weekly PK (player kill) is crucial for this book, so please help me out! (orz)

So for the sake of the great emperor, please read the latest chapter!

If I could read on, the author could do anything, meow...

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Chapter 25 First Blood! (Please continue reading!!!)

"Terrorism?"

Upon hearing the name, the scarred man paused for a moment, his hand holding the quill pen still.

After all, the people who come to the Night Owl Arena to fight are all codenamed with straightforward and easy-to-understand names like 'Butcher', 'Meat Grinder', and 'Skull Crusher'.

The word "Khorne" has a strange pronunciation, and you can feel a violent aura the moment you hear it.

Even when Luo Xia uttered those two words, the scarred man suddenly felt a chill on his neck, as if something terrifying had flashed by.

Is it an illusion?

The scarred man muttered something to himself and was about to put pen to paper when he suddenly realized that he, being uneducated, didn't even know how to write those two characters!

Seeing this, he looked up at Rorschach, then handed him the parchment and quill, and said:

"You've come up with such a strange name, you write it yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Rorschach raised an eyebrow, sized up the scarred man for a moment, and then wrote two words, 'Khorne,' on the parchment without any hesitation.

"He's definitely educated; cultured people are cultured."

The scarred man took the parchment and glanced at it. Seeing Luo Xia's clean and strong handwriting, and then looking at his own handwriting which looked like cockroaches crawling across it, he muttered something under his breath.

Based on Luo Xia's youthful and handsome face and the handwriting he used, the scarred man was certain that this kid was either some nobleman experiencing life or a student from the nearby War Knight Academy.

But so what?

Once you're in the arena, life and death are in the hands of fate, success and failure are determined by heaven!

This was a rule set by the knights, and even the great nobles dared not openly defy it.

"Take the sign and go directly to passage number three to wait. When you hear your code name called, go on stage."

After writing and drawing on a wooden sign, the scarred man also tossed it to Rorschach.

Rorschach took the wooden plaque and saw that the name 'Khorne' was crookedly engraved on the front, while the number '8' was on the back.

This means that Rorschach is the eighth player to take the court today.

'Has fate struck again?'

Luo Xia turned around with the wooden sign in his hand, muttering to himself, but a smile appeared on his lips.

A little coincidence is good!

That way, he can set up a trap for the Wise System...

Rorschach, carrying the Storm Greatsword wrapped in black cloth, followed the instructions and slowly walked into a dark passage.

At the end of this passage was an iron gate, beyond which lay the noisy amphitheater.

The previous match has just ended.

Several staff members were working on the platform, handling the body with its neck broken on the ground, and washing away the bloodstains on the stone slab with buckets of water.

The pungent smell of blood, mixed with the cheap beer being drunk by the spectators in the stands, assaulted Rorschach's nostrils.

'This really is... a pleasant atmosphere...'

Luo Xia took a deep breath, a smug smile spreading across his face. His whole body trembled involuntarily, making him look exactly like a deranged serial killer.

Of course, that's exactly the effect Rorschach wanted!

Now, wearing the brass demon mask, he is a true "Khorne Demon"!

Some things, you can only truly deceive others by deceiving yourself...

"Hey Hey hey!"

"Hahaha! Our arena has actually welcomed a newcomer today!"

"And the next match is our newcomer 'Khorne'! He'll be facing 'Bonecrusher', who has won five consecutive matches!"

"Now! Let's start betting!"

"Our rookie 'Khorne' will take his first blood!"

"It's still our 'Bonecrusher,' who will continue his winning streak!"

"Come on! Let us be the witnesses!"

With the shouts of the arena host, the atmosphere of the Night Owl Arena was instantly stirred up, and waves of cheers erupted from the surrounding stands.

"Bone Crusher! Crush this newcomer!"

"Hahahaha, die, die, die, die!"

"Bone Crusher! I've got eight Sulphons on top of you! Don't let that kid live a minute longer!!!"

Seeing that the atmosphere had been stirred up, the arena host also waved his hand.

As the iron gate in front of Luo Xia slowly rose, he stepped out of the passage and onto the stone arena, which was still wet with water.

At the same time, Rorschach's opponent also walked out from the opposite passage.

The other party was a burly man nearly two meters tall, wearing a blood-red demon mask. His body was covered with bulging muscles, and his bald head was covered with crisscrossing scars.

This is the Bonebreaker, who has already won five consecutive matches in the Night Owl Arena.

The Bonebreaker, his hands wrapped in blood-stained bandages, stared at the greatsword on Rorschach's back, his knuckles cracking as he coldly spoke:

"Newcomer, the rules forbid the use of weapons. Are you carrying this thing around as your own tombstone?"

"Since when do insects dare to speak?"