I'm a magnetic field madman

But that was more of a camouflage for White Scars, because from their original Chagatai Khan onwards, this warband had never been fanatically loyal to the Empire and the Emperor.

Just like the Khan's famous saying—"The Empire is a pile of shit, but Chaos is even worse than shit..."

Even the empire during the Great Expedition was so terrible in the Khan's eyes, let alone this enemy nation now filled with religious fanaticism, militarism, bureaucracy, warlordism, tyrants, madmen, and countless other garbage elements of human civilization.

The only reason the Khan would side with the Imperium was because humanity had no better option... So even in the 40K era, the White Scar Space Marines maintained a detached attitude towards most of the Imperium's forces.

Of course, that's a story for later. As for the White Scars, the only known chapter with Eastern elements, their Khanate origins in Chogoris and the Cliffside sector, they do indeed speak "Chinese".

To be precise, it is a language that was preserved and improved tens of thousands of years after humanity had entered its golden age.

After returning to the Legion, the Khan brought the language and the culture of Chogoris to the Legion, requiring its members to master the language, recite poetry, and hold regular calligraphy exchanges.

But overall, some linguistic and cultural traditions have been preserved even after tens of thousands of years.

This is why Guo Zhen can understand Bai Qianshuang's words. Although his Hell Path ancient script is also a distorted version of Chinese, in general, some meanings remain unchanged.

"Guo Zhen... how did you get arrested?"

“Our company followed our Primarch into the Netway,” Guo Zhen said in a low voice.

"I was very unlucky. I was injured in a battle with the Dark Eldar. I faked my death and fell out of my vehicle, drifting in the net tunnel. Finally, I ended up here..."

A very unlucky, but commonplace story in Comoros.

"So?" Bai Qianshuang said calmly.

"You want me to spare your life? Or are you trying to pull me into doing something important?"

"You are human, but you are definitely not a human of the Empire," Guo Zhen said with a light laugh to Bai Qian Shuang.

"And I think you must have no good feelings towards the human empire of this era... because I feel the same way. I never imagined that the empire that my brothers and I fought with all our might to save would degenerate into such a state."

"To be honest, if our Khan were to return and face this empire, he probably wouldn't even have the interest to comment on it."

Getting back to the point, after making small talk, Guo Zhen's expression turned serious. He coughed lightly and spoke to Bai Qianxue in a very low voice...

The latter paused for a moment, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then walked silently to Guo Zhen...

Guo Zhen's face quickly contorted with rage, and he brandished his chainsaw sword, roaring in broken High Gothic language.

"Die, heretic!"

Their brave and fearless charge, the Space Marines' full speed, is like a white lightning bolt flashing by in the eyes of mortals!

Even most of the Dark Eldar would find this Space Marine incredibly fast.

But in Bai Qianshuang's eyes, it was too slow, far too slow!

Even without using his eyes to confirm it, but instead using his own electric current to observe it, the so-called white lightning was nothing more than that in his eyes.

The blade and the electric claw clashed, exchanging more than ten blows in an instant!

In the blink of an eye, Bai Qianshuang had already passed him by.

Puff, puff!

He clutched a blood-stained heart tightly in his hand, and the massive warrior slowly collapsed.

"make a deal."

He said in a low voice

10. Grandmaster of the Bloodthirsty Breast

"This is an unacceptable loss for me, Lord Taliel!!"

Faced with the governor's aggressive attitude, even Serene, who was eager to please him, couldn't help but become annoyed.

She would gladly accept small favors like sleeping with this bastard, and wouldn't mind if he did something a little perverse—but to overdraw his champion gladiator like this was something Serene absolutely could not accept.

It wasn't because she cared about Bai Qianshuang; it was purely from a business perspective.

The novelty and excitement of the arena are limited, but as the foundation for Serene's rise...

Her arena's only selling point right now is this extraordinary human fighter.

Everyone in Comoros was eager to see such a novel and spectacular gladiatorial contest... which is why Serene's arena has been packed lately.

However, such novelty has its limits.

For these Durucis of Comoros, happiness is always fleeting, and the pursuit of novelty is always the most important way to fill the emptiness in one's soul.

Even the gladiatorial arenas run by those great sorcerers must constantly explore new selling points amidst the bloody and morbid carnage.

Of course, what fills the parched souls of the Dark Eldar is always pain and sadism, but novelty always has a surprising advantage.

If you don't come up with something new, other arenas will, and they'll attract your customers away.

The competition within the Comoros Dark Arena is also extremely fierce... After all, the goal of competition in human industries is money, while the goal here is survival.

Serene knew perfectly well that no one could like something forever.

Even if they are not followers of Slaanesh, as a race with keen senses, Eldar consumes pleasure much faster than humans.

While a gladiator who is always victorious may eventually gain some followers, he will never attract more customers.

Moreover, if the champion's winning percentage is too high... how could Serene secretly manipulate the game to make money off those gamblers?

Serene knew she had to accumulate enough capital before the novelty wore off and then build her own conspiracy ring.

This is the path to advancement for most arena masters who are not members of the Witchcraft Cult: capturing slaves → opening gladiatorial combat → accumulating capital → forming a conspiracy group.

And then? The champion gladiator can be discarded as a expendable item!

Even the once indestructible Lucius was eventually discarded as a expendable resource of the Dark Eldar, and was finally eliminated by Lilith after a long war of attrition.

Of course, the fact that Lucius didn't die and later escaped is another matter entirely.

In short, Serene doesn't want to overuse her championship popularity here!

Otherwise, if she raises the bar too high this time, she'll have to find an even more extravagant lineup to match her champion next time.

These Dark Eldar are all incredibly difficult to deal with, and Serene cannot afford to lose the championship, at least not until she completes her transformation!

The problem is, where is she going to find such a lineup?

So even if Tauriel offered to provide the gladiators, Serene would never agree.

This time, if Tahrir is allowed to field an even bigger lineup, not only will her champion gladiators be in danger... but where will she find an opponent team that can provide the audience with even greater excitement next time?

She can't just attack those Space Marine motherships and capture a whole company, can she...?

So even though Taril was a big shot that Serene couldn't afford to offend, she still had to refuse him!

Selene gritted her teeth and made up her mind: if Taliel insisted on doing something, she would simply side with Mrs. Males!

Tallir's eyes narrowed slightly, and a vicious and dangerous light gleamed beneath his pale, mocking mask.

But Taril put aside his dangerous and cruel thoughts, and simply said quietly...

“Serene, this is not a request, but an order, but not my order.”

Serene was taken aback. Could it be an order from the overlord of Youdu?

Did her victory really alarm the highest authority of the Dark Eldar?

In any case, Tallir would definitely not pass on Victor's orders... after all, that would surely bring him a fate worse than death.

"An order? Your Excellency, could it be..."

"it's me."

A soft voice sounded behind Serene's head, a voice that sounded like a thousand cat paws scraping across a rough glass surface.

Just hearing that sound gives me goosebumps and makes me feel extremely uncomfortable and uneasy.

Serene turned around, trembling, and what appeared before her was an incredibly hideous monster.

If the Dark Eldar are a group of sinful yet beautiful flowers blooming in the darkness, then this thing before me... is like a mixture of the lowest and most shameless elements of the Dark Eldar.

The corpse was pieced together in a chaotic mess, with bizarre stitches covering the body, and several spliced ​​limbs on the back...

The face was made entirely from several different Dark Eldar skins pieced together.

It looks like the lowest and ugliest Frankenstein's monster in this dark city.

But absolutely no one would dare to say that, not even Victor.

Because the person in front of you is a bloodthirsty person.

This position already held an unparalleled status in this dark city... Even the most ordinary of these masters who were proficient in flesh magic could be treated with respect and spoken to with courtesy by the governors of any conspiracy group.

The Blood Spirit in front of him was so powerful that all Blood Spirits would kneel on the ground and lick his feet.

Urian Lacas

The oldest Bloodlink, the Bloodlink Grand Lord, and the first Bloodlink in the entire Comoros, the progenitor of all Bloodlinks.

He was the pioneer of the Bloodcraft technology in this dark city... or rather, he was the first master to unify the chaotic Comoros, eliminating all Eldar technology from the Empire and refining flesh-and-blood modification technology.

In all of Comoros, he was the only one who truly deserved the title of "highly respected"... because this old man never engaged in any underhanded schemes or tricks.

Because he had long since lost interest in such inefficient political games and ridiculous conspiracies.

Even so, the ever-changing Bloodlust Council of Twelve will always have a vacant seat for Lacas... even though that seat is almost always empty, no one will ever dare to sit in it.

He is too old. To put it bluntly, Lacas is very likely the oldest living Eldar!

He existed when the Eldar Empire collapsed, and he was already in his current state of advanced age.

But that was far from the limit of his lifespan. In fact, Victor had also witnessed the Great Fall... only at that time he was a lowly slave in Comoros who was about to be executed.

The lifespan of the Lacas is at least 10,000 years, just like the prophet Eldrad of the Usvi Ark. In reality, no one knows exactly how old they are.

Some even speculate, without any restraint, that Lacas might be much older than the sorcerer on the throne...

After all, Lacas possessed far too much flesh magic...

A large part of the secrets, even within the Spirit Clan Empire, were only known to the highest-ranking nobles...

This knowledge is only accessible to the most powerful nobles who have free access to the Phoenix King's palace and even the Eternal Queen's quarters.

It was Lacas who single-handedly established the Bloodlust system in the chaotic Comoros, and it was Lacas who stabilized the Comoros during the Great Fall...

It was even Lacus who discovered a way for Eldar survivors to fill the emptiness of their souls being slowly drained by the Slaanesh by torturing others.

So, to put it bluntly, compared to Victor, who merely wielded power, Lacas was the true "founding father" of this dark city.

So even newborns in Comoros know the story of Lacas, but no one would like this ancestor.

Because he is the most terrifying of all the Blood Performers—the Blood Performers' flesh and blood techniques are unparalleled in the galaxy.

Fabius Bayer, the apothecary who was thriving in the Eye of Fear and even capable of cloning the Primarch, had only studied under the Bloodlust for a short time. He was even hunted down for revealing his sect's secrets and forced to swear never to reveal them again.

The same was true of the human empire. A few high lords once had the audacious idea of ​​hiring a Bloodwalker to resurrect the Emperor of the Golden Throne—of course, before he could even begin, he was sliced ​​to pieces by the arriving Imperial Guard.

Lacas is the strongest and most terrifying source of knowledge among all these Bloodwalkers; he is the master of flesh magic in this dark city.

If you fall into his hands, even if you're just a pile of rotten flesh or a small piece of tissue, he can bring you back to life.

His techniques for torturing people are even more unimaginable...

After all, the tricks played by the Comoros Dark Eldar in the eyes of other races are incredibly fancy... but compared to the pleasures and torments of the Ancient Eldar Empire, they are all child's play.

Serene also grew up listening to stories of Lacas, but those were clearly descriptions of extremely terrifying horror stories within the Dark Eldar's worldview.

The moment Serene saw Lacas, she went completely limp, as if every muscle and bone had failed her.

It was fortunate that Taliel, who was standing nearby, generously helped her up...

Otherwise, this female Ida might defecate right here and then suffocate to death in her own feces.

"Grand...Grandmaster..." Serene said in a trembling voice, her voice choked with sobs.

"Whatever you need, I'll provide it to you right away..."

"I came because I heard you captured a very interesting biological specimen," Lacas said casually, waving his hand.

"Don't waste time on those formalities. I'm not Victor, and I don't care what that kid is up to. I never get involved in his schemes or tricks."

Taril's expression was somewhat unnatural, but he dared not show it. Lacas was indeed such a person, holding a transcendent position in Comoros yet never getting involved in politics... but if he wanted something, even Victor would offer it to him without hesitation.

Lacas sat down naturally on Serene's ebony throne, and upon seeing Bai Qian Shuang in the arena, his ugly and cruel eyes immediately revealed an expression of interest...

"Tsk tsk tsk, interesting. Since I first observed these primitive human evolutionary samples, I have never seen anything so interesting..."