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For example, there's the psionic phenomenon "Black Fury," which evokes the pain and rage of the Primarch's death, and the Blood Angel, whose genetic problem is "Blood Thirst"...

They had an almost blind worship and faith in their proto-saint Gilles.

On the contrary, the most stable and genetically virtually non-existent extreme warriors were much calmer in this regard.

Ribbit! Some extremely filial sons will even attack their original fathers without any scruples!

To break through the defenses of these things that displease Bai Qianxue, the only way is to start with their father.

While demonstrating enough power to intimidate those pointy-eared creatures, Bai Qianshuang didn't want to reveal all her trump cards, so humiliating these guys along the way would be quite nice.

The next moment, Bai Qian Shuang's hand suddenly reached for the mass of Midnight Lord's flesh that was plastered to the wall...

The Astartes that he had shattered with a single blow, along with its tattered armor, trembled violently—and then, in the next moment, a brand new "humanoid" appeared from the writhing flesh.

Pale skin, long black hair, sharp teeth like those of some wild beast, deep-set black eyes, and an inescapable gloom on his face.

The twisting power armor pieced together on his body to form a replica of the "Nightmare Cloak" armor—

But it's just an empty shell, like those lightning claws called "Kindness and Understanding," which don't even have power; they're just empty shells.

Yes, this entire body is just a shell, all show and no substance.

This is nothing more than a simple physical energy.

From Hellish War God to Power Qi to Tangible Qi and then to Material Qi.

It is the most basic application of the techniques derived from the ultimate skills of the ruler of hell... but when combined with the user's profound understanding of power, it will unleash a unique kind of fun.

Ordinary material energy is used to shatter surrounding metallic materials and piece them back together, but Bai Qianshuang chose to use the flesh and blood of her enemy.

Because he needs the "genes" contained within it to create the "calling" effect.

He created a Conrad Coates

Of course, he couldn't simply clone a prototype like that. In fact, it was just a flesh statue with no substance, a flesh puppet pieced together with force.

However, by utilizing the Midnight Lord's genes, even if they are fake, the misleading feeling emanating from the depths of the genes can still create the interesting effect that Bai Qianshuang wants to see.

"Gulp—you fucking can't do this, you can't do this!!"

The Midnight Lord, who had been hiding peacefully, suddenly roared and charged out of the shadows...

Beneath the helmet adorned with blood bats, a venomous curse and roar, like those of a vengeful ghost, emanated.

But this didn't stop Bai Qianshuang; he laughed even harder—he had even read the mind of this Midnight Lord, further shaping the puppet's appearance and characteristics, and then controlling him to speak…

"Kill me, my child, end my suffering..."

The puppet opened its mouth and spoke in a low, weary, painful voice, desperately yearning for release...

"Nonsense—you can't, you can't do this..."

The Midnight Lord gritted his teeth, his fists clenched and trembling.

He knew that what was in front of him was a mere facade... but he couldn't control himself, he couldn't control the emotions brought on by his gene seed!

Although not as severe as the Black Fury of the Blood Angels, the Night Lords also inherited some psionic defects from their Primarchs.

As the genes began to be traced, the Midnight Lord's mind began to uncontrollably recall the moment of the Primarch's death.

In the cold darkness, the assassin arrived before her target. But the ghost was without a single guard; it smiled as it watched her approach, like looking at a long-awaited old friend.

Even though his voice was hoarse and tears streamed down his pale face, he smiled throughout. He was greeting guests. He was warm. He was calm.

"A clean body is better than death."

Seated on his enormous throne, he concluded the final conversation, "Now, begin your mission, and complete it well."

Then, she raised her hand high, and the object in her palm shimmered with a dark green light, and then…

"Quack, make him stop! Stop!!"

The Midnight Lord howled, clutching his head in despair; he did not worship the Primarch…

Like most of the Warband, he had never seen the Primarch's appearance, let alone followed him or his spirit. They weren't even Nostrlamians; the Primarch's homeworld had long been destroyed by his own hand.

However, the tracing back to the genes still made him feel a kind of tremor—not to the point of kneeling down directly when he actually saw the original, but the trembling memories in his mind almost drove him crazy!

The Legion culture of the Night Lords is fear, using the most brutal, bloody, and inhuman torture to intimidate their enemies, stop evil, and achieve their goals!

But how can physical torment compare to mental anguish?

As the Primarch approached step by step, the Midnight Lord's hands trembled violently, and he roared that he wanted to kill him with his own hands...

But the persistent hallucinations continued to torment him, making him experience the immense torment of Conrad Coates!

puff! !

The seemingly powerful claws suddenly pierced through his armor and lungs... In a daze, he saw his half-body torn off, and his internal organs and flesh scattered all over the ground.

Weakness and death came so suddenly, yet he closed his eyes peacefully. Yes, that's how the Primarch felt before he died…

Tormented and afflicted by illusions of the future, and ravaged by mental pollution a hundred times worse than physical torment, only finding final relief at the moment of death.

The illusory spirits tore their own offspring apart, yet the entire arena fell silent. Even the dark elves were astonished by such a magnificent display of torture and performance.

At the same time, they had no idea what tricks Bai Qianshuang had played!

If it's not psychic power, how does he manage to resurrect the dead? Or is he not a monkey at all, but just a... monster in monkey skin?

"I laughed so hard I almost cried!!"

The first burst of maniacal laughter erupted from the highest level; Lacas had let out such a laugh after thousands of years!

The extra limbs clutched his stomach and scratched at his pale, stitched skin, while the Blood Master's maniacal laughter never stopped!

He hadn't enjoyed such funny jokes in a long time...

The last time was when the Eldar troupe put on a spectacular display of flesh and blood fireworks by wiping out their entire horde!

At the same time, Lacas made no secret of his appreciation for the experimental target!

Besides his invaluable understanding and mastery of genes and life, there is also his understanding of the path of torment.

Pain is the only path to joy, and Lacas created this path to survival and happiness...

But his compatriots have forgotten the true meaning of suffering over the past ten thousand years.

Physical pain is merely a superficial form of torment; no matter how much the pain is amplified, it can never bring true joy to the mind and soul.

Perhaps his compatriots believe they know how to torment the soul and mind, but most of them are merely putting on a show.

The torment and performance of a tragedy involving the death of an Astartes and his Primarch is what makes the Blood Performer Master laugh out loud.

Soon, even more laughter erupted throughout the arena, like countless owls emitting their grating cries at the same time, with waves of joyful spirits rising and falling endlessly!

Bai Qianshuang waved her hand to dispel the material energy, and the flesh and blood imitating Koz instantly collapsed into countless pieces of flesh—strangely, the statue seemed to glance in this direction before disappearing.

"It seems you don't have Abaddon's courage."

With an intensely malicious sneer, Bai Qianshuang turned her gaze to the Dark Angels and Space Wolves. Her ill-intentioned look sent shivers down their spines.

"And are you even capable of killing your own Primarch?" He first looked at the Dark Angel, uttering cruel words and mockery...

"Could you do what that despised Luther did to your beloved Primarch Leon Johnson? Of course, it's all a lie, just like what your chapter tries so hard to cover up."

"Black and green, who is the real traitor? If the lion sleeping beneath that boulder were to awaken, how would it view you angels? Perhaps the one who bears the Lion King's sword is the truly loyal one, and..."

"Hmm—what's that word again? Oh, fallen angel..."

"Heretic, repent!"

The moment Bai Qianshuang uttered that word, she was met with the frenzied roar of Balses, the interrogation priest of the Dark Angel.

An action and move that was almost irrational, even though they knew they were no match for their opponent...

But after mentioning that word that would terrify any angel who knew the secret, Balthus chose to charge.

The dark angels charged toward the massive engine, their robes billowing behind them.

The think tank member Osnier was the first to reach Bai Qianshuang's side, gliding to a stop before the heretical, deadly fist of witchcraft struck.

His blue power armor surged with a burst of energy, attempting to resist Bai Qianshuang's attack, while Balthus gripped his priest's staff tightly... activating a power field to unleash a deadly attack on the statue of the vengeful angel.

This was a reckless and ill-considered charge.

It wasn't just out of fear, but also because of a sense of humiliation, a humiliation that the Legion shouldn't have to endure.

When rational thought is replaced by fanatical faith, even the slightest stain can become a fatal scar affecting the whole.

The so-called "loyalty is not absolute" means "absolute disloyalty," which forces all behaviors to go to extremes.

As the former empire was about to crumble in that destructive wave...

The correct choice made by the rational and great Primarchs has become a stain that is neither remembered nor mentioned, and this is especially true for the Dark Angels.

The sons of the Lion King are so loyal that perhaps no other warband in the Empire is as loyal as the six-winged ones who have submitted to the Lion King's helmet.

But it is precisely because of their overly loyal appearance that they seem not so loyal.

Bai Qianxue didn't care; he simply took it as a way to tease Astartes—and he didn't even know what the so-called secret was.

However, it doesn't matter. For these angels who regard secrecy as important as life itself, a few keywords are enough to drive them, who pride themselves on being calm, completely insane.

The source of comedy is tragedy, and when Bai Qianshuang simply broke through the rationality of the two cold-blooded Astartes, he felt the boundless joy brought by a deadly joke!

This caused a mischievous grin to spread across his face... If he were to put on the mask of a death jester now, no one would doubt that he was a member of a clown troupe.

In fact, he seemed to hear a clown's laughter in his ears... but it didn't matter. After enjoying the performance of breaking down defenses, he faced the two broken dark angels.

What's there to say, and what's there to hesitate about?

Vacuum Blade!!

The invisible sword energy emanating from his hands pierced through the power armor of the think tank Osnier in an instant, without Bai Qianshuang needing to worsen her injuries at all...

The chains of the Helm of Hatred he wears can make this think tank, which violates the rules by using psionic energy, feel the torment of illusions from the Dark Eldar!

Bai Qianxue didn't know what he saw, but the think tank was frozen in a daze, allowing the invisible blades to pierce through his body, causing him to fall like a mountain of flesh.

As for the crazed Balthus, Bai Qianshuang caught the priest's staff that was being swung down with her bare hands. The magnetic field power countered the technological power that was disintegrating the power, and at the same time, his lips moved almost imperceptibly.

The priest's expression hardened, then he offered no resistance, allowing the attack to penetrate his power armor...

Naraman's organs could not stop the flow of blood and life, causing him to fall on this white sand arena.

"Alright, there are only a few wolf cubs left."

Bai Qianshuang looked at the remaining space wolves and revealed a charming yet infuriating smile...

How can I give you a chance to kill me?

16. The gladiatorial combat ends.

The gladiatorial contest had become boring and meaningless.

Bai Qianshuang had lost much of her interest in continuing...

Although the Dark Eldar above all claimed they were too full to eat anymore... their faces, brimming with intoxication and revelry, undoubtedly showed that they wanted to see more of the cruelty unfold.

Now no one would question the power of this champion gladiator who appears to be human. Some even compared him to the true undefeated legend of Comoros, the immortal and indestructible Nightmare Bishop Derazza.

Countless people longed to see such an interesting scene, but everyone knew that the dangerous and unpredictable Derazar would never engage in a meaningless fight with a mere gladiator.

But one thing is undeniable—

Bai Qianshuang's status has completely transcended the factual level of being a slave.

Even though he was still Serene's slave and the champion of this arena... anyone with a brain wouldn't see him that way.

Racism is ultimately just a propaganda tactic to enhance racial cohesion among the Dark Eldar of the Comoros. Perhaps arrogance is indeed deeply rooted in the genes of this impoverished race... but no intelligent Dark Eldar would take this arrogance seriously.

So what if their ancestors were wealthy? The greatest creation that their ancestors created is still sharpening its knives, ready to kill them all and put them in the pot.

The same applies to humans. The reason why we want to kill aliens is that the threat they pose is greater than the value they bring, so we want to exterminate them.

As for the aliens that can bring benefits without threatening humanity, wouldn't they still take them in as their servant races?

Those traveling merchants and wanderers have had quite a few dealings with aliens, especially those who frequent the Great Whirlpool area.

Even the Inquisitors have collaborated with aliens and even demons, and the Tau Empire has also had some "diplomatic" relations with humans.

The discrepancy between words and actions is a point that no government in any world can escape...

Even in this shitty, dark, and extreme universe, it's a part that you absolutely have to experience.