I'm a magnetic field madman

Without hesitation, Serene mobilized the remaining forces of the conspiracy to attack him, who was already severely wounded.

As a result, this human was now in Serene's grasp.

A raid brought back only one slave, and Serene became almost the biggest joke in Comoros at the time!

But just when everyone was mocking her and plotting to take advantage of her... Serene put up a very exaggerated promotional slogan in her arena.

By having an ordinary human ape challenge any beast or gladiator, Serene would be the victor if she could kill him.

Swearing an oath in the name of Kane and the Dark Muse, a massive influx of fighters surged into the boiling Comoros—

However, Serene is still alive. Moreover, she has acquired a huge number of slaves and beasts from numerous challenges, filling her arena with even more "materials"!

And as her greatest asset in this dark city, Serene is now using him to gain the greatest benefit for herself!

Now, not only has Mrs. Males, whom he once flattered and seduced, become interested in this human, but even the Bloodwalker Association and even that overlord have extended olive branches.

Serene knew she had to seize this opportunity and choose a suitable ally to rely on.

This will be her first step toward the pinnacle of power in the decadent city of Comoros!

Below, four faintly visible Gomeras had already surrounded the human. Amidst the noisy cheers, screams, and boos of the Dark Eldar around him, the human standing in the center remained unmoved.

The wind whipped his cloak and white hair behind him, while the chains binding his hands and feet rattled incessantly.

He lowered his head and remained silent, as if nothing here could arouse his interest.

He remained silent, as if waiting for something.

"Tear those beasts apart! My darling! My champion!!"

Serene brandished her long whip and screamed hysterically. The next moment, the four Gomeras could no longer contain their killing intent and pounced on her with howls!

And in that instant—

The boy's figure changed, moving swiftly like a thousand phantoms.

"Vacuum Blade!!"

Speaking in a low voice in an ancient language long forgotten by time in this cold universe, crimson battle marks appeared on the boy's face in an instant, and the next moment, he attacked with a speed that was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye!

The roaring Gomeras were still in their attacking stance when, in the next instant, their nightmarish and grotesque bodies were cut into hundreds of neatly chopped pieces of flesh.

After a brief silence, the arena erupted in thunderous cheers and shouts, and even more so, angry roars.

Because they lost their bet, and they didn't experience any pain or fear of killing!

And these guys, like any gambling addict who's lost a bet, started yelling and cursing loudly...

"Cheating? Fuck your mother! Give me my money back!!"

4. Beating up the host

"Wow, our arena champions have once again delivered a result that hasn't disappointed us."

The Beastmaster, standing on the Hellwalker glider, swiftly descended. His eyes, hidden behind his mask, flashed with ugliness and mockery as he swept over the men shouting for refunds, and sneered…

“But I believe no one can cheat under Kane’s watchful eye.”

As a member of the Witch Spirit Cult, he felt it necessary to remind these ungrateful and unruly people.

Faced with such an announcement, those who were shouting for a refund immediately shut up.

It wasn't that they were afraid of a beast king who held the lowest rank in the Witch Spirit Cult; what they feared was the meaning behind the Witch Spirit Cult.

In Kane's name, the arena created under Kane's watchful eye is filled with bloodshed and intrigue.

Battles in the arena are almost always asymmetrical and unequal killings; this is inevitable.

However, the fairness of the outcome of a killing is absolutely sacred and cannot be violated!

You can cheat and swindle anywhere in the Comoros, but in the arena, if you dare to use underhanded tactics—

Or, to put it another way, if you play like this after entering the arena, you're essentially provoking both the Witchcraft Cult and the Nightmare Shrine at the same time.

Even a powerful ruler like Victor wouldn't do something that would directly undermine the foundation of his rule.

Even though Bloodhand Kane has fallen, shattered into hundreds of pieces by that damned Conn...

However, the faith and doctrines of Kane still deeply influence every corner of the Comoros.

The God of Bloodhands encourages killing and admires magnificent and dazzling massacres. Unlike Kong En, he allows backstabbing, but he will never allow cheating or fake battles!

After warning the group of gamblers not to cause trouble, the Beast King piloted his flying saucer to the boy's side and said in a sarcastic tone...

"Come, let's hear what our arena champion has to say!"

Having said that, he actually handed over the microphone-like device... And under the hostile gazes of the crowd, the boy gave him a cold look and spoke in broken but deep Ida language...

"Clown, if you stir things up again, I guarantee I'll make you wish you were dead."

After a deathly silence, the entire arena suddenly erupted in a tsunami of laughter!

There were mocking laughs, gloating laughs, and laughter encouraging him to do something.

And there is no doubt that the latter is the most numerous.

"Well said! Let's hurry up and take care of that clown!"

"Brave monkey, go and create a miracle!!"

"If you sleep with him, I'll spend the night with you, hehehe!"

A frenzied cheer filled the entire arena, and the face beneath the Beast King's mask, which had been choked by the smoke, instantly darkened.

He knew he shouldn't go down and provoke the other person, but...

His pride wouldn't allow him to bow down in front of a monkey!

Although he had no status or pride within the Witch Spirit Cult, it was precisely because of this that he refused to bow his head!

"Ape, what can you do? With your lowly monkey paws... ribbit!"

Before the Beast King could finish speaking, the boy's figure suddenly rose dozens of meters and appeared in front of him!

The electric current around the arena struck him instantly, but before it could harm him, he grabbed the Beast King by the neck and yanked him into the arena!

The sudden turn of events silenced the entire arena, followed by cheers and whistles that echoed through the sky!

For the Dark Eldar in the arena, surprises and unexpected events are never things they dislike!

Rather, they simply enjoy these unexpected surprises.

Just like the doctrines promoted by the Dark Prince, whom they feared and despised most—

Pleasure and enjoyment are time-sensitive. When the pleasure of something gradually fades, it simply means you should look for more new and exciting things to do.

The idea of ​​an arena gladiator dragging a beastmaster who is hosting a gladiatorial contest into the arena is certainly a novel and entertaining spectacle!

Damn, it was worth the ticket price!

"Quack!! Let me go, you lowly monkey, loosen your filthy, contemptible claws... Serene, order him to let me go!"

The captured beast king struggled desperately, screaming for help towards the arena's mistress...

However, Serene merely stared coldly at the Beast King, remained silent for a moment, then her bright red lips curled slightly as she spoke in a charming yet cold voice…

"Following the Way of Kane, with Hecate above, you have entered the sacred arena, and you should fulfill the duties of a gladiator."

The Beast King could hardly believe his ears! This wretched woman, she actually dared to offend the Witch Spirit Cult for a slave?!

Yes, that's exactly right.

Although Serene instinctively didn't want to offend the Witchcraft Cult, what did the death of a mere Beast King matter compared to the Champion Gladiator who angered her?

Moreover, in Comoros, there is no concrete concept of the word "offend"... just as there is no synonym for "forgiveness" in their vocabulary. Every organization in Comoros is profit-driven.

The death of a beast king wouldn't be enough to completely offend the Witch Spirit Cult, especially since this idiot brought it upon himself.

The boy released the beast king, tossed him to the other side, stared at him coldly, and said in a low voice...

"I told you, Joker. I'll make you wish you were dead. Pick up your weapons and beg you to entertain me with enough of your performance in exchange for a quick death."

The Beast King's body trembled, not only from fear... but also because he had been so condescendingly disrespected by a slave!

Under such intense public scrutiny, he was practically socially dead. And in the Comoros, social death often means an equivalent death, or worse!

Unless I can defeat this guy!!

Desperate to seize this one and only opportunity, the Beast King screamed and drew his mental poison whip, lashing the ground. At the same time, cracks slowly appeared on both sides of the arena!

This brought a surge of joy to the Beast King!

As a member of the lowest rung of the Witchcraft Cult, the Beast King's combat strength was at most equivalent to that of an ordinary Conspiracy Warrior... completely incomparable to the succubi who were elite soldiers of the Dark Eldar.

However, they themselves do not fight alone. Their task is to tame the beasts needed for the arena, and when necessary, they can even use these beasts to fight!

His beast-taming skills as the Beast King were mediocre, but as long as Serene was generous enough—

Serene hesitated for a second in the stands. She glanced at Taril next to her. The scheming Dragu showed an interested expression, which made Serene make a tough decision!

If you're after excitement, then go all the way!

Moreover, she has plenty of confidence in herself as a champion gladiator!

The next moment, large groups of beasts surged into the arena on both sides of the Beast King!

There is the terrifying Gomera, the Clawed Fiend, a giant-sized apex predator, the Helaspider, a highly venomous spider lurking in the shadows, and the Razorwing, whose feathers are as sharp as daggers as it flies through the sky!

Most importantly, among these beasts, a tall, pale-skinned figure emerged...

A Space Marine wearing tattered MkIII "Iron Armor" power armor!

Yes, for the Beastmasters of the Comoros, the Astartes are also "beasts" they can hunt.

However, only a very few elite beast kings can tame a human Astartes.

Judging from the tattered paint, this should be a Space Marine belonging to the "Space Wolf" crew...

Moreover, judging from the type of power armor he wore, he might even be a veteran from the Great Expedition.

Nothing is surprising in Comoros, but the only thing that makes people curious is... how much did Serene go to acquire such a precious gladiator?

Wasting time and energy on something like this might not be something to be happy about... but Serene knew one thing well: the more you give, the more you receive!

The Dark Eldar in the stands erupted in a deafening roar of cheers!

Such a high-quality gladiatorial combat is a once-in-a-century event!

Of course, the vast majority of them would certainly not believe that the human being deserved to live any longer.

"Hahaha!!"

Seeing that he had so many "war beasts" to command, the Beast King couldn't help but let out a joyful laugh...

He licked his lips, looking at the boy in front of him with a sinister and cruel expression, and sneered...

"Monkey, you're doomed! But wait a minute, and I'll show you the art of taming!"

After saying that, he injected a large amount of combat stimulant into himself and the beast without hesitation.

Accelerai, which can alter adrenal glands to increase reaction speed; Shudderstep, which highly stimulates rapidly contracting muscle fibers; Murder's Boon, which amplifies a warrior's killing instincts; and Eviscerine, which enhances sensory perception!

The combat stimulants sent into the arena were injected in large quantities... especially Astartes, the Space Wolf, who, though silent, received the most stimulants!

But what did that boy gain?

He received a knife, an ordinary Clive broadsword, and nothing else.

But he was fearless. He simply picked up the weapon, which was not very handy, weighed it in his hand, and beckoned it to the beast king with a contemptuous gesture.

"Kill him!"

The Beast King screamed and brandished his long whip, his eyes bloodshot and his voice hoarse with rage fueled by the stimulant injection...

"Skin him alive!!"

5. The Arrogant Eldar and the Blade Dance

The Adarin are an extremely arrogant race.

Describing them as proud is clearly insufficient. Just as most of humanity in the galaxy has become extreme xenophobes under the guidance of the Empire, the Adarin, regardless of their branch, maintain an incomprehensible arrogance.

The word "Mon-keigh," which they use to refer to humans as "monkeys," actually has absolutely nothing to do with monkeys...