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A Hellwalker glider carried a Beastmaster from a cult of witchcraft. The male members of this cult wore black and gold Nightmare Armor and masks equipped with complex sonic emitters and pheromone trapping devices. A harsh and cruel voice emanated from his mouth, spreading throughout the entire arena...

"But the main event is yet to come, so let's send our first defender to the stage today!"

As a sharp sound rang out, accompanied by the stirring beat of drums and horns, and as the arena doors opened, a colossal giant emerged!

The three-meter-tall body was covered with black "shells" and interfaces with binding marks. The corpse-like face was pale and covered with dense cuts. The countless rope-like nails inserted into the back of the head, like the long hair of a vengeful ghost, formed a terrifying beast.

And this thing is even more terrifying and cruel than a wild beast.

"Alien dogs!! Pointy-eared scum!! Get down here, I'm going to kill you all, kill every single one of you!!"

He roared, his fury carrying an endless, thick stench of blood...

From his mouth, filled with sharp teeth, came vicious, bloody, and cruel curses.

"Haha, the sound of monkeys is always so melodious and pleasant to hear."

The Beastmaster host laughed cruelly, accompanied by the same mocking laughter from the Dark Eldar...

The Khorne berserker could only charge at the Groxmon, which had been mutated and modified by the Bloodlust, with his bare hands.

His performance was far superior to that of the previous Star Guard soldiers.

As the Grox, covered in sharp bone spikes and nerve whips, charged forward with a howl, the Khorne Berserker roared and met it head-on!

The nerve-wracking whips and bone spurs, which could amplify pain a thousandfold, ravaged the berserker's body, but the pain and injury only stimulated the bloodlust of this Khorne follower.

He roared and snapped off the two longest bone spikes on the Grookes beast with one hand, then used them as weapons to plunge them directly into its brain!

With the beast roaring, he rode on its back and frantically beat its head!

Powerful music blared, followed by the panting and roaring of the Dark Eldar... and amidst this throng, the Khorne Berserker finally killed his opponent.

He won, bringing joy to his master and earning him the right to live on for the time being, along with a usable weapon.

The next moment, a power scythe covered in filth and pus, reeking of foul odor, and engraved with three ring runes fell to the ground... and without a doubt, it was a weapon handed over by the Nurgle Chaos Space Marines.

"Hahaha, will the wild dogs of Khon'en (the Eldar's name for Khorne) take up this weapon?"

The deafening laughter echoed throughout the arena; clearly, these pointy-eared creatures thoroughly enjoyed the comical spectacle.

The next battle was about to begin, and a giant beast dug at the dust with its claws on the sand, howling with bloodlust.

Its back is covered with long bony spikes. Its eyes are like large tea saucers.

All that could be seen was a long chain full of barbs on the heavy metal collar around their necks, which bound them to the ground, preventing them from moving.

"Caw!! Pointy ears, I'll kill you all, even a thousand times wouldn't be enough!!"

Howling, but the Khorne berserker could only pick up the foul-smelling weapon.

Because his next enemy is an enormous "Gomera"...

This monster, which humans call a soul hunter, looks just like a skinned hunting cat.

They were composed of skinless flesh, powerful jaws, greedy claws, and strong limbs; their bright red muscles were always moist and shiny, and several pairs of flat, black protrusions adorned the bare bones of their skulls…

Eyes. A long, black tongue extending from Gomela's mouth appeared segmented, like a giant worm.

They are the warbler of the Dark Eldar Beastmaster, warp creatures born from the undulating Aether Sea, hunters rising and falling in the slumber of sentient life. They hunt living beings, without a doubt, and they also hunt souls.

Even a fully armed Astartes would face extreme danger fighting such a beast... If they were to fight without a single weapon, even a Khorne berserker would have little chance of victory.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull seat!!"

The Khorne berserker roared, wielding his power scythe as he slashed at the Gomera before him... but the monster was even faster than the Khorne berserker!

With a piercing scream that caused excruciating pain, Gomela's two massive predatory arms on her shoulders swung to block the attack of the power scythe, while her sharp claws tore at the berserker's abdomen.

But this was a battle-hardened Khorne warrior. With a roll back, he dodged the fatal attack and swung his power scythe without hesitation, severing one of the opponent's predatory arms and giving the Khorne berserker the perfect opportunity!

He grabbed the bone spikes from the mutated Groxmon on the ground and pierced them into the eyes of the Gomera in front of him. At the same instant the damage was done, the giant beast's body actually "transformed" into something ethereal.

This is the "phase-travel" characteristic of Gomera as a warp creature. Having dodged the fatal blow, Gomera opened its blood-red maw and instantly bit down on Khorne's berserker!

The Khorne Berserker howled, sensing that he might be bitten in two at any moment.

But in that instant, he seized the opportunity and grabbed the power scythe that was stuck on Gomera's back!

The Butcher's Nail in his mind was stimulating his nerves; Khorne's berserker had lost all reason. He could only fight back with instinct and the power fueled by his inflamed rage!

Tear!!

A terrifying force, carrying the weapon of the Fourteenth Legion, tore open Gomera's spine. After a brief pause in the biting, he grabbed the monster's head and forcefully pried it open, then ripped the jaws, skull, and spine off completely!

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the Dark Eldar in the stands. They felt the pain, then indulged in the pleasure like addicts. At the same time, they relished the bloody carnage.

However, the gladiatorial combat was clearly not over.

The moment the Khorne Berserker tore off the Gomera's head, four even larger Gomeras suddenly appeared around him. They swarmed him and tore the Khorne Berserker to pieces in an instant.

Gomela has always been a group predator, so it's only natural that more of them would appear.

No one would find anything wrong with it; in the Comoros, only Slaanesh and Khorne have no chance of survival, the former being their mortal enemy...

The latter is the best offering that the Nightmares who worship Kane offer to the God of Bloodhand.

The death of the Khorne Berserker triggered even greater cheers from the stands... However, such a performance clearly failed to please the "big shots" sitting on the pleasure airships and the throne of pain.

“Serene, if this is all the performance you can do in the arena, then perhaps the Overlord shouldn’t waste his precious time.”

A dark Eldar magnate, clad in ghostly plate armor and with a trophy rack on his back studded with skulls, glanced disdainfully at the performance below and coldly addressed the person beside him…

"Rest assured, Lord Taliel, our arena's ace will not disappoint you."

The Dark Elven who spoke was like all the black bean sprout women; she was tall and had delicate limbs.

Her skin was as white as alabaster, her cheekbones were high, her eyes were like dark apricots, and her ears were delicate yet sharp.

Her exquisite figure was draped in a suit of multiple layers of gleaming bladed armor and a smooth robe...

A belt made of twisted barbed metal wire clung tightly to her slender, shapely buttocks.

Her blonde hair, like the feathers of some fantastical bird, fanned out behind her head...

The translator, shaped like a gold brooch, was engraved with lewd patterns.

Her beautiful face was full of wanton and ingratiating smiles.

Even Celine, the owner of the arena and a Comorian noblewoman, dared not show the slightest disrespect to the ruthless and scheming governor before her.

She knew that the person before her represented the will of Asrubair Victor, the overlord of this City of a Thousand Blades.

If nothing unexpected happens, at some point 24 hours from now, the Overlord of Youdu will leave his palace and ride his Destruction Platform to watch the gladiatorial combat.

This was undoubtedly an unparalleled honor for Serene!

Because although she was a noblewoman, she only had a declining arena. In Comoros, a land full of lies and blades, if she could not maintain her strength, she would only die!

After saying that, Serene immediately whispered a few words, while the Beast King host on the field hesitated for a moment, and then said in an extremely exaggerated tone...

"Ladies and gentlemen! You are blessed today, for our Lady Serene has decided to make an exception and allow our champion to fight today!!"

"Welcome our champion, the invincible ape warrior, our cloaked fighter!!"

The next moment, the entire arena erupted in cheers and discussions... and then, as the platform and gate slowly rose, a figure emerged...

It was a figure that was over two meters tall, but not particularly muscular.

She was wrapped in a dark red, tight-fitting vest and trousers, with a flowing silver cape behind her.

He's actually a human? And not one of those bloated Astartes?

His hands were bound by cold, hard iron, and those in the know would recognize that the metal was made from the same material as the Helmet of Resentment…

Not only is it sturdy, but it also possesses an incredibly brutal anti-psychic field... causing all those within range who use psychic energy to suffer excruciating pain that is worse than death!

This mortal, bound hand and foot, arrived at the center of the arena, silently facing the four Gomeras who had easily torn the Khorne Berserker apart amidst the fervent gazes and boos of countless Dark Eldar.

"This is your arena champion warrior? Just an ordinary ape?" Tauriel looked at the humans below with a brutal and cruel gaze, asking with interest...

"Lord Taliel, he is no ordinary ape." Serene grinned, a smile both beautiful and cruel...

"When I brought him back to Comoros, more than fifty Chaos Astartes had already fallen beside him. Even so, he had killed the twenty-two Conspiracy Knights who were hunting him, as well as three Nightmares!"

"He is my ace in the arena, and he will be the most powerful gladiator in all of Comoros!"

2. Blood God Domain

War! Glory! Blood! Skulls! Kill! Kill! Kill!

An endless sea of ​​blood, an endless war, an endless struggle.

This is an endless scorched earth stained red with splattered blood, a terrifying wasteland filled with the smell of blood and fire, a war hell where lava and seas of blood flow!

At the end of the endless chaotic wasteland, the ultimate ruler of war and slaughter, standing atop the massive brass fortress, sat upon his brass throne, roaring as he dispatched countless armies that submitted to his throne to hunt skulls for him, filling every drop of blood and struggle into this abyss of blood!

The fortress walls were like blades, covered with countless steel gallows and savage steel nails, upon which hung the remains of warriors who had died in the pits of Khorne's gladiatorial combat.

They were bound hand and foot, their skins were ripped off, and their blood flowed down the smooth city walls. Their howls became a deterrent to any coward, eventually forming the moat of the fortress!

Khorne doesn't want the weak; Khorne only wants the strong!

The realm of terror should only be filled with endless war and elimination!

The Blood God's sole objective is to determine the strongest, eliminate the weak and useless, and uphold the ultimate law of the jungle—survival of the fittest!

No normal life would want to visit Khorne's territory... but those who can enter are war fanatics who worship war, crave killing, and hope to gain the joy of victory in the struggle between the strong and the weak!

Now, the realm of Khorne has welcomed a different kind of visitor.

The moment he descended, the master of the brass throne sensed it, and immediately, his incessant roar of anger resounded throughout the entire Chaotic Wasteland!

"Bring him here! Kill him! Destroy him! I only want the strongest one, I only want the strongest eternal chosen one!!"

Khorne roared, the Lord of the Skull, the Blood God, gave his command, ordering all the demons in the realm to take action, even temporarily setting aside their eternal war with other evil gods, to hunt down the alien souls that had intruded into the warp!

The gates of the brass fortress were opened, and then a tidal wave of demons surged out of the fortress, howling as they searched for their only prey, following the commands of their master!

From howling, savage fleshhounds to terrifying, massive bloodthirsty demons, from skull harvesters to god-like blood-letting demons, a tidal wave of demonic armies surged out of the chaotic wasteland. Eighth-tier demons, eighty-eight legions, pursued the only target their Blood God sought!

Kill him! Kill him!

He killed him! He killed him!

Their great master Khorne wanted that person, and Khorne's demand for possession was tantamount to killing!

Go kill him! Only by killing him can you obtain him! And the weak who are killed are not worthy of being Khorne's darlings!

He must kill me! Only by killing me can he prove he is the strongest!

The most deserving to be Khorne's darling!!

Conflict and destruction—that is the true meaning of Khorne. Commands are not contradictory.

The great Khorne only needed the strongest to be his eternal chosen one, and only needed to compete for the final victory in the war!

The loser has no reason to remain in this world; the law of the jungle is the natural order of things! Eliminate the weak and preserve the strong!

Eliminate everything that is unsuitable for survival!

Survival of the fittest!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

An incredibly cruel and pure ideology, and when this surging blood army, this endless wave of slaughter, emerges, who can say it is wrong?

And who can refuse this blood-red truth?

And who can deny the rules that have existed since the beginning of life?

He did not hide from the target that these endless demons were hunting.

Standing in the heart of this endless wasteland, Bai Wujie's feet trod on the earth flowing with blood and lava, gazing at the approaching crimson tide.

This is his trial.

At the suggestion of the powerful being, Bai Wujie separated his soul and severed his physical body, allowing his soul to enter the endless ocean of souls.

Only by completing the trials here can his soul be perfected and he become a true ultimate powerhouse!

This is hell, a hell formed by the mixture of the thoughts of countless natural beings.

This place is filled with endless chaos, a mirror reflecting the constant wailing and suffering of its inhabitants in a hellish cesspool.

The moment he entered the subspace, his soul was drawn to the four most brilliant lights of the highest heaven, and he immersed himself in the one closest to him.