I'm a magnetic field madman

However, this claim is not entirely accurate. At least the truth is not what those insects in the Ministry of Military Affairs wrote to fool the soldiers, the kind of story where the Titans are crippled as soon as they get close.

Among the four major clans of the Tau people, the Fire Clan, who were once headhunters on the plains of their home planet, are masters of close combat...

During the period of infighting on their home planet, they even frequently used their martial arts and their favored double-headed swords to directly charge the Tu clan's cannon positions.

The Tau people also have powerful melee fighters, such as the far-sighted ruler of a certain Tau enclave, and for example... the one in front of us.

"Oh, it's an Aether, huh? Are even noble aliens coming to fight?"

Another traitorous Space Marine continued speaking in a sarcastic, almost comical tone, like a straight man...

But the glint in his eyes beneath the lens clearly revealed a desire to skin and dismember this alien and torture it mercilessly.

"Humans, we are not enemies, although I do not wish to be friends with you narrow-minded people."

The Tau alien suddenly raised his head and spoke in fluent High Gothic, which immediately piqued Krom's interest...

Don't get me wrong, the instinct etched deep in his genes still makes him hate aliens... but as mentioned before, his long and arduous life as a gladiator has taught him some tolerance.

"Alien, do you know who our opponent is in this gladiatorial contest?"

"I don't know, but these Vasindar (the Tau people's name for Black Sprout) promised to let my companions go if I win," the Tau person said softly, stroking his double-headed sword...

"They made the same promise to you, didn't they? But I think the opponent we're facing will probably have a power that transcends all others."

At this point, the Tau looked at the Space Marines and said quietly...

"The path of supreme goodness guides my intuition. In the battle to come, I sincerely hope that you can remain friendly and temporarily set aside your detestable narrow-mindedness and arrogance."

"Don't get me wrong, it's an alien," Jomond sneered.

"If we could fight here, you would have already been brainwashed!"

"This is what I meant when I said your narrow-mindedness and arrogance will sooner or later... no, it will take your lives right now," the Titan said bluntly.

"Also, my name is An Shi. I don't expect your respect, but at the very least, I don't want you to stab me in the back for a while."

No one answered; it seemed all the Space Marines were merely expressing their contempt for the alien, and soon it was their turn to step in.

Skeletal pelvises floated before them, and everyone, including the bound Nest Master, stood on them.

As the gate above them opened, they were transported into the arena!

The sky remained blood-red and gloomy, but after his eyes adjusted to the sudden light, Krom was quickly stunned by a burst of frenzied cheers.

He felt nauseous at the cheers of the Dark Eldar, but he had never heard such enthusiastic cheers before.

Moreover, this arena was clearly much larger than the one he had been in before.

More importantly, the place was already littered with pieces of the dismembered body.

Krom looked around and saw three black ebony thrones arranged in layers of seats. The things sitting on them made Krom feel a chill!

That governor, clad in heavy nightmare armor and wearing a mask that made Krom lose his mind, must be a big shot among these stinking bastards.

And the other beautiful and alluring dark Eldar woman is undoubtedly the queen of this arena.

The appearance of these two things was enough to make Krom feel hatred and genuine disgust... but more important was always the throne in the middle.

A monster sat on it, a monster that looked almost entirely devoid of any characteristics of the Dark Eldar.

His spine resembled a twisted and bent broken pillar;

He had many limbs that were perpetually decaying or completely necrotic, and they were rooted in his rotten spine.

His face was forcibly fixed to his skull by leathery chunks of flesh.

His bizarre limbs were covered with terrifying surgical devices that resembled torture instruments.

In short... he looked like a broken doll, living in a form that would never exist or survive in the natural ecosystem.

This bizarre appearance immediately made Krom realize that this was a Bloodlust.

Even a Space Marine with a strong will should feel a fear emanating from their very genes in the face of the Bloodlings.

Because these people may be the most sinister, insane, and perverted group in the entire physical universe.

This is a group of people who can watch the most disgusting and shameless horror movies and torture videos and laugh out loud... They'll probably even comment on how well-made these comedies are.

Falling into the hands of the Bloodthirsty Men, death is absolutely a luxury.

Because these entities, the pinnacle of cosmic genetic engineering, are beings who truly wield the power to manipulate life and death.

But Crom didn't know that the person in front of him was one of the most underworldly among the Blood Actors of the Underworld.

Simply because not many people in Comoros know his name... but those who do know him, even someone as powerful as Victor, will feel awe towards him.

Because his name is—Urian Lacas

The oldest blood musician

9. Torture and Trade

Let's rewind to half an hour ago.

After easily slaughtering the army of beasts, Bai Qian Shuang calmly looked at the panicked beast king and the silent space marines before her. She first looked at the cowardly man who was trembling and could barely stand, and revealed a kind and sunny smile with eight teeth showing...

"You dog, are you ready for a horrific death?"

The Beast King's body trembled violently. He shouldn't be afraid... As a Dark Eldar known throughout the galaxy for his destructive abilities, he shouldn't be afraid of such a trivial threat!

However, he still couldn't help feeling a deep-seated fear!

What exactly does this ape want to do?

What method does he want to use to torture himself?

No, none of that matters anymore. In fact, the Beast King knew he was going to suffer a terrible fate the moment he was defeated!

Leaving this arena alive was an absolute pipe dream; he didn't believe that the ape in front of him would let him go!

Even being killed cleanly and decisively is not an outcome he can accept.

For any Eldar, death itself represents an unparalleled torment...

Especially those of them who have neither wealth nor the ability to leave a mark of seniority among the Bloodline People...

They were not even as fortunate as the lower-level spirit race who obtained a soul stone that could hold their soul.

From the moment Slaanesh was born, He branded all His "people" who created Him...

Whether they escape or not, all Eldar who die will be captured by Slaanesh and taken to his palace the moment they die!

Just like the fanatical followers of the human empire who yearn for "returning to the Golden Throne" after death... any Eldar who dies will immediately "return to the Palace of Pleasure"...

Without exception, without fail, even if you are the great prophet Eldrad, even if you are the overlord Victor!

Unless they are one of the very few theater actors protected by the God of Laughter, Siegfried... otherwise, if they die and there is no protection mechanism, they will be snatched away by Slaanesh in an instant!

No one knows what fate awaits the Eldar who fall into Slaanesh's hands...

Because no one can break out of Slaanesh's palace to tell the others what's going to happen.

Slaanesh's love for Eldar might be like the Emperor's love for humans?

But who knows what form Slaanesh's adoration will take—

After all, Slaanesh was born from the collective "wish" of Eldar. What was the ancient empire like back then?

The lower-level spirit race would have no idea, but after hearing a few snippets of information, they would only marvel at how ingenious the ancients were... and feel extreme fear of their various cruel and inhumane methods of entertainment!

The extreme games played by the Dark Eldar are considered relatively mild in the Ancient Eldar Empire!

But it is precisely because of this undescribed fear that every Eldar is genuinely terrified of such an ending!

Of course, if he had a soul stone in his hand at this moment, he could have avoided this most tragic ending.

But unfortunately he didn't, so there's nothing more to say.

Get ready to play in Slaanesh's House of Wonders!!

"Quack!! Don't come any closer!! Kill him, kill him now!!"

Driven by stimulants and unable to control his muscles, the Beast King screamed and ejaculated all over the ground... He then brandished his whip, ordering the nearby Space Marines to attack.

But the veteran ignored him completely, staring intently at Bai Qianshuang as if he were deep in thought.

Bai Qianxue approached the beast king, and before he could say anything, she shoved her hand into his mouth, grinning wickedly…

"I've heard that your spirit race returns to the Palace of Pleasure after death. So before sending you to meet your gods, let me help you get used to the 'wonderful' life there."

The next moment, a powerful swirling force occurred on the Beast King, and before he could even speak... a bloody and cruel phenomenon appeared on his body!

The Beast King's eyes widened in horror, and then his internal organs and exterior were instantly flipped over!

The skin was turned inside out, while the muscles, internal organs, blood vessels, and nerves were completely turned inside out!

In just a moment, the beast king's appearance became as ugly and terrifying as a skinned frog!

Watching those brightly colored internal organs throb wildly under the influence of highly toxic stimulants and combat drugs...

But the reality of survival continued to torment this dark spirit race relentlessly... and these bloody and cruel scenes were terrifying, direct, and incredibly powerful!

After a brief silence, the entire arena erupted in even more frenzied cheers!

These dark elves cheered with unbridled fervor and elation, greedily savoring the pleasurable feedback that the pain brought them!

That's fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!!

Admittedly, this method of torture, which involves turning the body inside out, is nothing special in the hands of a true master of torture among the Dark Eldar...

However, it is extremely rare for someone to so easily inflict such a strenuous and brutal killing on an opponent in such a public setting.

The essence of the pain and pleasure that are conceived is what further nourishes the souls of these dark spirits!

They gleefully and greedily inhaled the pain in the air; some even rolled their eyes and twitched uncontrollably under the influence of excessive pleasure, looking just like addicts who had taken too much drugs!

No, aren't they actually just a bunch of drug addicts?

Drug use is nothing more than a trivial daily activity for these guys... In fact, the Dark Eldar, who feed on the souls of the weak and use pain to fill their own increasingly empty souls, are more hopeless than any other race in the world.

Even if it's just for survival, once an entire race becomes addicted to this incurable "addiction," they have no hope left.

Bai Qianshuang thought this way, looking at the Dark Spirits with disdain, having no goodwill whatsoever towards these viewers who loved it.

Just as he tortured and killed this nonsensical beast king, he loathed these pointy-eared punk trash.

He didn't like killing, but unfortunately, in this dark city, it was still difficult to establish enough prestige based solely on strength.

These stenches are utterly incurable; necessary cruelty is the camouflage required to navigate this city.

not to mention……

A hint of savagery surfaced in Bai Qianshuang's eyes. Having stayed in Comoros for so long, how could he not have been tainted by this brutality?

He wasn't as lawless as his older brother, but in essence, how many of the martial gods from that world were normal people?

Honestly—

If his strength weren't still recovering, he would have slaughtered everyone in Comoros without hesitation, leaving no one alive!

Amidst the countless cheers in the arena, the Space Marine who was Bai Qianshuang's final enemy seemed to have been forgotten.

But no, he walked wearily forward, holding the chainsaw sword that had lost its power, and stood in front of Bai Wujie.

Do you want to die a glorious and fearless death as a warrior?

Bai Qianxue looked at the big guy in front of her, and after a moment of silence, he actually uttered a language that Bai Qianxue could understand.

It's ancient text about the Hell Realm!

Bai Qianshuang frowned slightly.

"Don't let the darkness here corrupt your mind, or you'll forever be a part of this dark city."

The Space Marine looked at Bai Qian Shuang and whispered in a weary tone, as if he had been through it all…

How do you know this language?

"It was the Khan who taught us," he paused, then said wearily...

“You can call me Guo Zhen. I am a Space Marine with white scars.”

The White Scars, a mysterious chapter among the many Space Marines of the Imperium.

To most of the Empire, the White Scars were like the Space Wolf, playing the role of the "Barbarian" among the Space Marines.