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"Perhaps, but compared to these alien, boring, and pathetic politics, you need to focus on what's in front of you."

Ahriman withdrew his psionic tentacles that had been extracting memories, and looked at Kayan without any emotion, saying...

"Now sit down and wait for the show to begin."

Kayan was forced to sit on the dark red sofa, his heavy weight causing it to creak.

Before him lay various foods prepared for him by the nobleman, but Kayan had no appetite whatsoever—after all, who knew what the Dark Eldar's food was?

On the contrary, Ahriman seemed very relaxed and even leisurely as he sat down next to Kayan, poured himself a glass of wine that was now gleaming with a deep red light, and looked at the room while whispering...

"The turning point of the future, the beginning of change, is right here, right now... Let me see what will happen?"

Waiting seemed pointless at this moment, as all the distinguished guests had already arrived... The most powerful beast king of the Witch Spirit Cult arrived on a golden flying disc...

He proclaimed loudly in a high-pitched and slick voice from the shadow of Victor's throne.

"For Kane, for the Dark Muse! Tonight's sacred ceremony will be dedicated to Bloodhand, so let us begin with the opening performance!!"

As the announcer spoke, the gates of the arena on both sides slowly rose... and then, two groups of Space Marines actually walked out from them.

On this side, without a doubt, are the seven Space Marines including Krom, and on the other side, there are also the same six Space Marines.

But as if deliberately mocking the loyalists, they were directly opposite seven traitorous Space Marines.

There's not much to say about the first three: Flawless Blade, Skull Collector, and... Malice Warrior?

Well, it doesn't seem to make much difference whether the third one is a traitor or not.

However, the remaining four all come from the same guild.

Four corrupted Space Wolves, evident from their power armor and the chaotic symbols engraved on it, were the origins of the four wolf cubs, and Kayan immediately recognized them.

"Blood Wolf Gang, Ruth the wolf cub of Khorne."

The Blood Wolves are a rare case of an entire company defecting from Chaos at the same time, and ironically... the reason these guys betrayed them was not because they were provoked or corrupted by Chaos, but because their wolf lord, Swann Wolfbard, led his wolf cubs to defect purely because of the bureaucracy of the Empire.

However, it is said that the Blood Wolf Gang has been almost wiped out by the Space Wolves' pursuit force, and there is also a theory that they escaped into the subspace in a desperate situation—but their appearance here probably proves the truth of this rumor.

Kayan wore a genuine smile, and he was sure that Ahriman had a similar smile hidden under his helmet.

After all, even though they all joined Chaos, some old grudges from the past can never be erased.

Chiko hates all wolf cubs, regardless of which side they're on.

"traitor……"

Krom could barely contain his rage. He stared at the Blood Wolf traitor before him, gripped his demonic claws tightly, and growled, trying to suppress his fury!

But he couldn't control it! The call from the gene seed, and the anger at the insult to loyalty and the honor of the chapter, were burning his reason like a raging fire!

It's not difficult to understand the Dark Angels' ways... For any Space Marine loyal to the Imperium and the Legion, presenting them with traitors who have tarnished the Legion's honor is enough to make them understand the Dark Angels' fanaticism.

The Dark Eldar on the field seemed to know the dramatic nature of this duel, and they all erupted in a tsunami of wild laughter.

The disgrace from the Legion must be washed away by the Legion itself, and the wolves charged out.

The wolves attacked the despicable traitors from all directions, and Krom roared as he smashed a chainsaw sword open with his demonic claws.

The Wolf Lord used the muscle fibers in his power armor to power his frost axe, devouring the chest of a blood wolf. Krom

With the wolf's agility, it dodged a vicious assassination attempt, and then launched a swift and furious counterattack!

The demonic claw swung down, knocking the Chaos Space Marine's weapon from his hand... Then, Krom swung his axe and devoured the traitor's head.

However, in return, his arm was also slashed hard by the sword!

There is no elegance in war, especially for these Space Marines.

Their play was not aesthetically pleasing because it was a chaotic melee with absolutely no teamwork.

The drastically different fighting styles made this battle incredibly difficult and unsightly.

But it didn't matter; apart from the traitor of the Flawless Lord who was so distressed he was about to scream, nobody here cared.

Even the Dark Elf race in the stands didn't care whether the fighting was elegant or not... The infighting among different races only made them feel happy and excited!

After all, what could be more interesting than watching those inferior races fight to the death in the audience... while they safely enjoy the result here?

But these Astartes were merely appetizers; as the atmosphere grew warmer, the announcer soared through the sky on a frisbee, shrieking sharply…

"Not enough! Bloodhand says it's still not enough! More blood, more slaughter!!"

As the order was given, the arena trembled violently, and then hundreds of green-skinned creatures were released from the rising cages!

These mushrooms are cheap Comorian slave gladiators... but they're certainly good for stirring things up and making the scene more lively.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

The greens roared, and the moment they were released, they charged like madmen at all the Astartes in the arena with their various crude weapons.

The sudden turn of events forced the Astartes to quickly adjust their battle strategy. They tried their best to break away from the traitors in front of them, and then decisively attacked the greenskins.

They didn't know whether the traitor or the alien was more hateful, but these greens were definitely after them.

Unfortunately, they didn't have any bomb guns or other weapons, and were only allowed to carry their own melee weapons—but that didn't matter, in the name of the Emperor, they would kill all these aliens!

A bloody massacre erupted in the arena, the bloodshed that had been somewhat suppressed by the fighting in Astartes bursting forth—

Although the green-skinned creature's blood quality is a bit inferior, it's more than enough to be used as a tool to stir up emotions!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill them all!!"

"I bet 100 blood-red roses that these monkeys will win!!"

The nobles on the airship screamed as they threw down their bets... This carnival of the entire Comoros elite stimulated the adrenaline of every single one of them, even though he was neither elegant nor particularly special... but the sheer scale of the spectacle satisfied them quite a bit.

Ultimately, however, the Astartes and the Greenskins were by no means precious commodities in the Comoros that could provoke these powerful figures… and the Witchcraft Cult, which was hosting this ultimate duel, was well aware of this—

So, before boredom consumed the audience, they decisively played their next card.

"Lying in the shadows, treading the line between life and death, let us welcome the shadows of the internet, the insidious assassins!!"

With a piercing shriek, a shadowy figure glowing with a ghastly green light pierced through the void, and in an instant…

They then severed the head of the Chaos Space Marine of the Flawless Lord.

The object that made the move revealed its form; it was exactly the same as the Dark Spirit Chieftain's...

But she was naked except for a skirt and clothes woven from the skin of her prey.

His body was covered in mysterious green tattoos, and he was enveloped in an unsettlingly cold aura.

They are Mandela, a dark people who do not belong to Comoros.

They are also Eldar, but no one knows their true origins. They come from the shadows of the Eldar Empire, ruling a shadow kingdom called Elindrakh, surviving in the shadows of the Webpath.

Some believe they are the product of the union between the Pleasure Cult and demons during the Eldar Empire... because each of them possesses the power to lurk and traverse the shadows.

They are natural-born killers, using souls as currency to hunt down anything.

When they appeared on the battlefield, the Dark Eldar went wild – they feared these Mandras, but they enjoyed their carnage!

One Mandela after another emerged from the shadows, ruthlessly assassinating their prey, moving elusively through the darkness, making their figures impossible to pinpoint.

"Everyone, gather around immediately!!"

Krom brandished his demonic claws, forcing back a Mandela who was trying to stab him in the waist with his poisoned dagger, and roared at his comrades beside him...

Although I haven't had much dealings with the Dark Eldar, and I'm not an expert like Deathwatch in dealing with aliens... I have to be careful when dealing with something that sneaks up on you from behind.

Seeing the Astartes group huddled together, the Mandras didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill them. Instead, they continued to flicker in the shadows, using each shift in perspective to create opportunities for assassination, precisely and efficiently severing the heads of those green-skinned creatures.

The brutal yet elegant killing drew cheers from the audience, but more importantly, the "pain" had begun.

"Damn it!"

Jomond clutched his arm, roaring and convulsing, as a dark green monomolecular poison crystal suddenly shot out from the shadows, piercing his armor and embedding itself in his skin...

The neurotoxins applied to the poison crystals were amplifying his pain receptors hundreds or thousands of times.

And in that very instant of suffering, the Mandelas seized upon the Astartes' weakness and immediately emerged from the shadows before them to launch a surprise attack!

Krom swung his demonic claws with all his might, attacking these agile shadows... but each attack was uncertain in whether it would actually decapitate them... and he couldn't even be sure if his attacks hit these net-like shadows.

And at that moment, the Space Marines fell once again.

It wasn't those traitors who were separated and struggling on one side, but Guo Zhen!

The strange white-scarred Space Marine was knocked to the ground, and a Mandela was about to behead him.

"Do not!!"

Krom roared and rammed his shoulder into Mandela's direction with all his might!

The lack of sufficient energy in the powered armor had already slowed his movements... but he still used his modified physique to drive the heavy armor!

He did it; he sent Mandela flying...

However, the moment they landed, they plunged into the shadows behind them as if falling into water. The killing did not stop there; in fact, this was only the beginning of a full-scale offensive.

More and more Mandelas were leaping in the shadows, like one shadow moving from one phantom to another.

They fully utilized their talents, launching attacks and encirclements in ways that defy logic.

They were like a pack of hunters, and Astartes, whom mortals regarded as the angel of death, was nothing more than their prey.

The encirclement and separation were closing in, and the killing game was about to end. Krom's eyes were bloodshot, his demonic claws clenched tightly, an indescribable savagery and impulse surging through his mind!

Damn it, it's these aliens!

Krom roared, no longer knowing whether it was his own turbulent thoughts or the influence of these dark elves—

That deep-seated resonance within his genes is rapidly stimulating that thing called the Wolf Spiral!

That's a genetic defect in their Space Wolves. This unique combination from the gene seed makes the wolves far superior to other Space Marines in many ways, such as their exceptionally sensitive sense of smell and hearing, their long, thin canines that can almost bite through plasmeel, and their tough, resilient skin.

This mutation also amplified the wolves' ferocity on the battlefield, and once they lost control of their animalistic instincts, they would turn into monsters like wild beasts!

No one knows where this cursed gene came from. Some believe it's because the humans on Fenris modified their genes in the past to adapt to the harsh environment... Others say it's because Ruth arbitrarily activated the gene seed given to him by the Emperor!

But this curse accompanies every Space Wolf until his death...

This is also why Space Wolves never follow the Astartes Codex to separate the relationships between other chapters—this cruel curse and secret must never be allowed to be discovered!

He roared as he ripped off his helmet, as if the helmet's constriction had caused him intense discomfort.

However, the last vestiges of reason within him prevented him from being controlled by his animalistic instincts.

But if they weren't driven by their animalistic instincts, how could they possibly survive in this killing field?

The Dark Eldar shrieked, reveling in the warriors' pain and misery, sucking the torrents from their souls to replenish the emptiness within them.

Krom could no longer control this impulse; the wolf spiral from the depths of his genes was becoming increasingly uncontrollable!

He heard a wolf howl, but... it wasn't him!

Krom turned his head with all his might, and when he saw the gray armor and wolf head emblem standing proudly on the blood-stained shoulder armor, Krom's heart pounded.

The man was hunched over, like a wild beast burdened with savage nature... and the face revealed by his removed helmet was completely unrecognizable.

"The Jomond brothers..."

Krom murmured the other's name to himself. He recognized his brother, Beast, without a doubt.

Through his gray armor stained with dried black blood.

Through the legion insignia that were still adorning the armor.

Through that curse that transforms consciousness and flesh into the heart of a savage beast.

Narus's features, like a mask, concealed the rage of a runaway beast.

Unbridled madness and wildness have completely transformed him into The Wulfen, representing the most tragic end for a space wolf!

Having activated his Wolf Spiral, Jomond, now completely transformed into a monster, began a massacre—

His fully activated wildness greatly increased his strength and speed, tearing Mandela's body apart in the very first instant!

But this is not a good thing; his wildness has caused him to lose all his thoughts and superfluous ideas.

There is no more glory, no more brothers, only the beastly desire to tear everything apart.

The atmosphere in the arena reached another climax with the fall of one Astartes...

Watching these inferior races mutate due to their inferior biological modifications brings the Dark Eldar genuine pleasure and satisfaction!

The scene has descended into complete chaos. Wolves are falling into depravity, traitors are struggling to survive, Mandelas are experiencing killing and being killed, and the greens are rushing to scatter anyone they see!