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It was only because its pronunciation is similar to that of the word "monkey" in the language of the human empire that it was translated into the word "monkey" by humans.

But actually, the word really means "a species that deserves to be extinct," and originally it referred to a deformed, humanoid cannibalistic creature that had invaded the Eldar homeworld and was eventually extinct.

If an Eldar uses this word to refer to you, it roughly means they're calling you an uncultured cannibal.

This is similar to how white people during the colonial era referred to people of color as "humanoids," and how green people referred to humans as "shrimp"...

Both of these terms carry a sense of contempt, and in reality, what humans understand as meaning is simply a matter of pronunciation due to differences in race and language...

However, the name Ida is purely a form of racial contempt stemming from her perceived superiority in species and civilization.

Although humans in the 40K era seemed no different from cannibals compared to other races...

Of course, in this shithole universe, mere racial contempt is nothing. The entire Warhammer 40k can be seen as a hodgepodge of various dregs, and the arrogance and inhumanity of the Eldar, this down-on-his-luck race, can be seen as a "space British Empire".

After all, they were all once great, but now they've fallen so low that even their own mothers wouldn't recognize them.

But the arrogance of the Adarin was not entirely unfounded...

In fact, as a race created by the Ancients to deal with the undead in space during the War of Heaven, the Eldar do possess racial superiority far exceeding that of humans.

Even now, when the Eldarin race has deteriorated significantly in all aspects compared to the time of the War of Heaven, they still possess many racial advantages that humans lack.

Leaving aside the common psychic talent, after all, they were a race designed specifically for this...

However, due to the Slaanesh, even those with psychic talent... only a very small number of Eldar from the Ark will embark on the paths of war shamans and prophets, delving into the power of psychic energy.

But the Eldar are superior not only in their psychic abilities, they are also born with physical abilities that surpass those of humans—

They are two meters tall on average and have an almost absurdly light weight.

A fully armed Eldar warrior weighs less than 60kg... and this is not just because their Eldar armor is lightweight enough.

Although they are incredibly light, much like the derogatory term "bean sprout" used to refer to the Eldar... the Eldar are not a bunch of skinny sticks. Their muscles are far more resilient than humans, and their structure is more efficient, elastic, and resilient, giving them powerful high-speed mobility.

Furthermore, the Eldar are superior to humans in terms of reaction speed, heart rate, thinking ability, hearing, smell, sight, and lifespan...

Even ordinary Space Marines pale in comparison to the Eldar in some aspects, and even in the eyes of a tribe warrior known for her agility, such as the Howling Banshee…

Those nameless, faceless Space Marines are just as clumsy as the Greenskins.

It is precisely because of these many unique talents that the Eldar have been able to become the galactic overlords after the Necromancers of space, and to claim themselves as the successors of the Old Ones...

Even in the late empire, when the entire empire had fallen into hedonistic decadence, it could easily contend with humanity at its peak during the Golden Age and dominate the galaxy.

It is precisely because of this "ancestral wealth" mentality that the Eldar possess such incomprehensible arrogance...

The Dark Elf race, in particular, which considers itself the legitimate successor to the Elf Empire, is arrogant and haughty in some respects.

They consider themselves a superior race, far surpassing humans in quality... Even if humans use their clumsy biotechnology to create a group of deformed apes, they are only worthy of looking up to Ida's glory.

They refused to acknowledge the fading glory of the empire, like a group of remnants living in the shadow of its former glory—

Of course, this can still be considered a stereotypical prejudice... after all, arrogant fools are almost non-existent among the Dark Eldar.

After all, even a fool would get killed by his own people in a cutthroat competition...

Moreover, most of the "half-born" children in Comoros, born from artificial wombs and clones, didn't live much better than slaves.

But regardless of the Eldar race—whether Ark Eldar, Dark Eldar, Savage Eldar, or the Jesters—they all pride themselves on elegant and dazzling battles, and despise any crude or vulgar fighting.

Just like the Bloodhand Kane they worship, Kane, who is similar to Khorne, pursues not only the law of the jungle, but also a more magnificent and deadly dance of slaughter, a bloodthirsty dance that is dazzling and gorgeous enough!

The same is true of the Witchcraft Cult and the Nightmare Order, who follow Kane... Whether succubi or nightmares, they regard honing their combat skills and performing magnificent dances as the ultimate pursuit in life... They consider the performances that can be shown to Kane as their greatest goal in life.

Even though Bloodhand Kane is no longer with them, they still adhere to this style—the Eldar have always fought this way. Compared to the cold and efficient, straightforward movements of the Space Marines, the Eldar's battle dance is always magnificent and deadly.

But now, in the dark and cold depths of the Comoros, a deadly dance, not performed by Ida, is unfolding.

Facing the terrifying army driven by the Beast King, the boy wielding a Clive broadsword showed no fear whatsoever.

His eyes were filled with coldness, and his bound and imprisoned hands and feet made it hard to believe that he could mount any decent counterattack.

As a particularly rousing piece of music began, the massacre started...

With a light touch of his toes on the ground, the boy unleashed a ferocious speed that even the Spirit Race's terrifying perception could not detect, and this time it was even faster than before!

However, this speed is intertwined with incredibly deadly and bloody martial arts!

In this windless space, an immense gale swirled as the boy wielded the twisted blade in his hand…

The countless slashing forces generated by the gale created hundreds or even thousands of cuts in an instant!

To be fair, his battles weren't as flashy or exciting as those of the succubi.

There were no superfluous movements, nor any gestures of humiliation as the victor or the one with the advantage; there was only a pure and deadly swift slaughter.

A simple blade, yet in his hands, danced with dazzling brilliance, and with a single swing... he sliced ​​the two enormous clawed demons that lunged at him into pieces as thin as meat!

The dance of the wind never stopped. As the boy spun around, an invisible wind of blade dance rose up in the arena, turning the sweeping razor wings into a pile of fragments!

The blades formed by the wind are harder than steel.

The dance never stopped; the relentless gale swept through, creating a wind dance more dazzling than any Comorian dancer's.

The boy didn't stop, he just kept dancing... and from beginning to end, he only uttered a phrase in the long-forgotten local language of ancient Terra.

Bai Jiafeng's sword strike!

"Hee, that was good! Harder, harder! Oh, sweetheart, I can't take it anymore!!"

"Slaughter those monsters! I want him—I want to see him in my bed tonight!!"

A commotion erupted, and the entire arena erupted in wild cheers. Most of the Elven race here couldn't even see the human's movements.

But it doesn't matter, they witnessed a magnificent massacre, that's enough!

These discerning dark elves reveled in the boy's performance, chanting his name and cheering for a non-elves, a "monkey" they despised!

This is Comoros. Compared to the rigid and pathetic Ark world, it may be full of decadence and misery... but on the other hand, the adherence to ideas and principles here is also very low.

Comoros, if you are strong enough, you can have everything!

Even respect and freedom!

Of all the spectators, only a very few were able to capture the gestures and movements of his actions.

Hidden among a group of novice spectators, one person was a boy observing the scene with great interest.

This is a very beautiful Adaling, with fiery red, waterfall-like hair cascading down her back, a tall and graceful body, skin as white as plaster, straight and sharp ears, and an incomparably pretty face.

Of course, her outfit was also very revealing, combining armor with multiple sharp blades and a leather outfit like a bikini. The exposed part of her upper body was even more than the part that was covered, making people wonder at a glance what exactly she was protecting with this equipment.

But the barbs and spikes adorning her hair, and the evil blade that the Witchcraft Cult only bestows upon its most elite members, proved that she was by no means a simple, cheap prostitute.

In fact, she was indeed a very famous figure within the Dark Eldar.

She has had many titles: Queen of the Night, Master of Arena, Source of Darkness, Queen of Blades.

She once killed ten Chaos Space Marines who besieged her within thirty seconds of stepping into the arena, and she also faced a nearly invincible Hive Tyrant.

Even more impressively, she nearly killed Lucius.

Yes, the only defeat that Slaanesh's chosen champion Lucius suffered when he was captured and brought to the Comoros Arena was caused by her.

Although it was not a glorious gladiatorial contest, but merely a battle to capture an escaped gladiator—

But no matter what, even if Lucius is disgraceful, the fact that he could easily cripple this Slaanesh God's chosen one shows his ability.

Her name is Lilith Heslapekos, the most powerful ruling succubus of the Witchcraft Cult.

She shouldn't be here. Even if the gladiatorial combat here could attract her to watch, she should be on the field, not in the stands.

In fact, she was not there to watch the gladiatorial combat.

Lilith is currently employed by a powerful figure and is here to either eliminate all the problems in this arena or to sow the seeds of some.

The foolish arena owner thought it was her gladiators that attracted so many important figures, but in reality, she was utterly ignorant.

Lilith looked at Serene, who was smugly on the platform, with disdain, as if she were looking at a brainless sow.

Doesn't this idiot think that no matter how exciting the gladiatorial combat is, or how attractive the gladiators are, it won't be a prerequisite for attracting those important figures?

Leaving aside Lady Males of the venomous conspiracies group, the overlord of Youdu is not one to leave his intriguing court.

He disliked adding uncertainty to his rule... Even though the power in Victor's hands was undeniably the strongest in Comoros, he still didn't want to introduce any variables.

The stronger the gladiator performed, the less likely Victor would voluntarily leave the court and expose himself to an uncertain situation.

After all, given the chance, even someone as powerful as Victor could kill him with just a dagger piercing his heart.

Of course, an assassination attempt of this magnitude would never be able to kill this ruthless tyrant.

However, Lilith had to admit that her attention was indeed drawn to the battle taking place.

It wasn't those weak and ignorant beasts that attracted me, but that human, that ape-like boy.

“Atherakhia——”

Lilith couldn't help but utter a word from the Ancient Elven race, and the meaning of that word was—splendid destruction.

Lilith's legs trembled slightly, almost uncontrollably squeezing inwards. Her eyes were alluring, as if they were about to overflow with water, and her slender fingers continuously and softly stroked the long, vicious blade at her waist.

Yes, she was definitely in heat.

But it wasn't her appearance or any other foolish factors that made Lilith happy; what brought her joy was the moment she faced her dazzling "dance partner."

She doesn't care about superficial appearances; what she values ​​is the moment of dancing with a powerful and elegant martial artist—the unparalleled thrill of blades clashing against blades, teetering on the edge of life's excitement!

Therefore, Lilith has been hunting down Slaanesh's champion all along...

She left Comoros several times in an attempt to find the infamous, immortal Lucius... because she wanted to strip him of his enchanted armor, strip Slaanesh of his blessing, and then have a fair dance with him herself.

Because that will be the greatest duel Comoros has ever witnessed, and the brutal killing of Lilith, the chosen one of the Dark Prince, will become an immortal legend!

But now, in her mind, the incredibly clear phantom of Lucius gradually faded away.

In its place was this ape-like boy.

Was he stronger than Lucius? She didn't know, but his dance was certainly more dazzling than Lucius's!

"You are mine..."

Lilith extended her long, scarlet tongue and licked her blood-stained, luscious red lips. Looking at the boy in the arena, she withdrew her fingers from between her thighs and giggled…

"Bai Qianshuang, you are my prey!"

6. Cheer for victory!

Before the battle began, no one believed that this human boy named Bai Qianshuang could survive, let alone win.

He was facing a complete army of beasts, a massive force that could easily wipe out a squad of Space Marines.

He was just a skinny ape.

Although he possessed a weapon and miraculously defeated an impossible enemy, how could he possibly win against such an army?

But the result is that he is still standing here intact, he is still killing, and he still holds the road to victory in his hands!

Only the victors deserve cheers and supporters!

The entire Dark Eldar in the arena went mad for him, even those who had bet on him and lost!

"Bai Qianshuang! Bai Qianshuang!"

The excited Eldar chanted his name, convulsing with excitement. Some of the more eccentric ones even read aloud on the spot, their hands splattered all over the ground. How terrifying!

But this is the Dark Eldar, this is Druchii.

Their lives were being devoured by Slaanesh, so they filled that devouring place with even more frenzied pleasure.

They are obsessed with anything that brings novelty and excitement.

Fresh joy is the source of their lives, and a gladiator who transcends common sense gives them unparalleled joy beyond their comprehension!

Happiness, boundless happiness!

Seeking new stimulation within an ever-expanding threshold of pleasure is like a donkey laden with cotton trying to cross a river.

Stopping means certain death, and continuing will only make things more difficult, leaving you futilely gazing at the nonexistent opposite shore until the very last quarter of your life.

In a sense, Slaanesh is actually the racial god of Eldar, the "emperor" of Eldar.

Driven by powerful sensory gifts, they relentlessly pursue pleasure and excitement to the very end.

The Eldar's choice is the existence of Slaanesh; the Eldar choose pleasure... and so Slaanesh came into being, giving them the ultimate sensory experience!