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

This is pure violence, the ultimate crushing.

At this moment, all the spectators in the Night Owl Arena had shouted themselves hoarse, and they no longer even cared about the odds of betting.

Everyone craned their necks, watching with fervor as the man, like a demon god descended to earth, shattered all his opponents.

This man with the brass mask will become the object of their fervent adoration.

They even felt as if they were witnessing an event destined to be recorded in history, and that they were witnessing the birth of a god of slaughter!

"This kid, how come his bloodlust is so strong..."

Inside a private box, Taylor, dressed casually and holding a glass of ale, watched Rorschach unleash his killing spree on the ring, and his brows twitched wildly.

Luo Xia slaughtered so many abyssal beasts in the War God Realm yesterday, dying so many times, yet the enemy still hasn't finished unleashing their killing intent.

A god of slaughter! This is truly a god of slaughter!

"It was the chaotic society that saved Rorschach."

Taylor gritted his teeth, watching Luo Xia smash his opponent to death with each punch, and felt that the other party was too extreme.

After all, Taylor, as a Grand Knight, killed fewer people in a year than Rorschach killed in a single day!

"What if Rorschach were corrupted by the evil god..."

The thought kept popping into his head, and Taylor shuddered.

He couldn't even imagine such a scene.

Oh dear! This kind of thing must never happen!

"It seems we really need to find a spiritual mentor for Rorschach. This can't go on!"

"That's just too extreme!"

Chapter 91 What is Extraordinary? (Please read on, please vote with monthly tickets, thank you meow!!!)

The tenth match, the eleventh match, the twelfth match...

Time was slowly passing by when the twelfth aspiring knight was cleaved in two by Rorschach's sword and struggled to crawl on the arena.

The entire Night Owl Arena had fallen into complete silence. Everyone was trembling, their eyes wide as they stared at the man on the stage.

There were no excited shouts, only utter silence.

In less than an hour, twelve aspiring knights, who had a certain reputation in the Northern Underworld, fell in the slaughterhouse of the arena under the most desperate fear.

"It turns out that even those who have entered the extraordinary world are just as fragile as us ordinary people..."

“Even worse.”

In the audience, an old gambler trembled as he lit a cigarette, muttering to himself in a hoarse voice. The last glimmer of hope in his eyes had completely vanished.

The young men behind him who heard the old gambler's words also lowered their heads in fear.

During their childhood, everyone fantasizes about having the talent to become an extraordinary person; it's a youthful aspiration, the most innocent thought.

After all, one should never underestimate a young person's potential.

But the final result is often not satisfactory.

During his youth, the old gambler experienced demonic tides and calamities, and also witnessed the power of various extraordinary individuals.

Therefore, he planted a seed of becoming extraordinary in his heart at an early age. He yearned for the extraordinary world and pursued extraordinary power.

But ordinary people, without opportunities or mentors, are destined to remain immersed in the masses.

The old gambler was the same, but he was unwilling to give up and kept looking for an opportunity to enter the extraordinary world.

And just recently, he finally heard a glimpse of news about the extraordinary world: the Khorne Cup in the North, the true battle of the extraordinary.

As long as you pay one gold token, you can enter to watch the game; there are no longer any of the previous restrictions or invitation requirements.

The old gambler knew that this was a true golden age, their only chance as mortals to come into contact with extraordinary beings.

So he came with his children and grandchildren.

But what he saw shattered all his illusions, or rather, all the illusions of ordinary people.

The extraordinary world is not so wonderful; in fact, it is far more cruel.

Even a quasi-knight, a big shot who can build a small house and own a large wheat field in his own city.

At this moment, even in the true extraordinary world, they would be slaughtered like pigs and dogs.

"So, this is what I've been pursuing my whole life..."

As the cigarette in my hand gradually burned out, the wisps of smoke drifted away with the wind, carrying with them the dreams of my youth.

"He's too strong! How can there be such a strong little man in this world!"

"What a perfect battle...it was so beautiful..."

Inside the VIP box, Ilya's ample bosom heaved violently as she gazed at the man on the ring, whose breathing remained perfectly steady, her wine-red eyes filled with fervor.

Ilya enjoys violence; otherwise, she wouldn't have taken over the family's Night Owl Arena.

At this moment, Rorschach's display of absolute violent aesthetics was deeply imprinted on Ilya's heart.

He smashed his enemy's head with a single punch, blood splattering everywhere, while he remained elegant and composed, not a drop of blood on him, calmly and arrogantly uttering:

"Next!"

Rorschach slowly planted his Storm Sword on the ground, coldly watching the struggling quasi-knight.

Instead of finishing him off, he gave his opponent a chance to survive.

Perhaps it was kindness, or pity?

Luo Xia wasn't sure, but he was certain that his mindset had changed.

Indifference, when you watch a life die in your own hands.

Rorschach felt only cold indifference, as if he had killed not a human being, but a pathetic ant.

"Holy crap, could this be a side effect of the Emperor Gene Serum?"

Rorschach felt a jolt in his heart. He seemed to remember that after becoming an Astartes, one's own emotions would gradually disappear, and even sexuality would vanish.

"Absolutely not! I don't want to be a virgin for two lifetimes!"

Luo Xia gritted his teeth, hoping that he was just overthinking things.

After all, wouldn't a great emperor want to hold his grandson?

"After a twelve-game winning streak, we finally face our last challenger today!"

Upon hearing Rorschach's command, the arena's host began to give his introduction.

"This is the true ultimate battle of the Khorne Cup, and also our grand finale tonight!"

"He was once an elite scout for the Northern Border Guard. Due to an unexpected escape, he ventured into the Northern Underworld and made everyone aware of his power!"

"He is the true extraordinary knight! Blood Shadow Arocher!"

As the host finished speaking, a man completely wrapped in a black cloak slowly walked onto the ring.

The other party was not carrying any weapons; his hands hung naturally at his sides, and a suffocating aura of menace emanated from him.

Threat Level: High!

Seeing the red alert pop up on the tactical goggles, Luo Xia's eyes narrowed slightly.

This was only the second time he had seen a high-level threat since he obtained the tactical goggles.

The first time was with Olaf. Although Olaf was very strong at the time, he was not a high threat to Rorschach.

However, after subduing Olaf and obtaining his "Blood Tiger Breathing Technique," Rorschach learned that the extraordinary spirit Blood Tiger would devour everything of its master after the master's death, thus transcending the spirit world to appear in the mortal realm.

Those were truly extraordinary magical beasts, and given Luo Xia's strength at the time, he was naturally no match for them.

But at this moment, Luo Xia's strength has been improved in all aspects.

Even extraordinary magical beasts are only somewhat threatening, but they are far from being high-level threats.

Therefore, Luo Xia can deduce that this Blood Shadow Aroche must possess something or an ability that surpasses his current strength.

Even for Luo Xia now, that thing poses a high level of threat.

"What could it be...?"

Luo Xia narrowed his eyes and became serious. He didn't want to mess things up and disappoint the top-ranked player, Korne.

"Khorne...you are strong, so strong that even I, a super knight, am afraid."

Arocher's voice was incredibly hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water for centuries.

"But... tonight, you will die here, by my hand."

boom!

As he spoke, Aroche's life magnetic field suddenly erupted, revealing itself to be an extremely rare dark attribute.

This kind of life magnetic field was something Luo Xia had never seen before.

Then, with the referee's command, Arocher's body instantly merged into the shadows of the ring. Apart from the dark magnetic field that suppressed Rorschach, his aura completely disappeared.

"Shadow stealth, huh? Tsk, that's a really troublesome ability."

Seeing this, Luo Xia looked quite helpless. His life magnetic field was suppressed by the other party, and he couldn't sense the other party's current location at all.

"If I were truly an ordinary knight, I would indeed be restrained by you."

After all, the knight locks onto the enemy using his life magnetic field.

However, if you encounter an enemy with a stronger life magnetic field than yourself, you can only use your naked eyes to detect them. Abilities like Shadow Stealth are incredibly effective against some knights.

But unfortunately...

He, Rorschach, can only be considered half a knight!

Chapter 92 The Scent of Nurgle (Please continue reading, please vote with monthly tickets, thank you meow!!!)

As Luo Xia closed his eyes, his immense mental power instantly enveloped the entire arena.