I'm a magnetic field madman

Ha! This chaotic mess is all too familiar; isn't this the norm for 90% of the time in this galaxy?

Even Victor's gaunt, pale face broke into a smile, but he whispered to Taric beside him...

“My dear Taric, tell our little slave owner it’s time to add the main attraction of the day.”

Taric bowed deeply and carried out the Overlord's command without hesitation. Soon after, the gate on the other side of the arena slowly rose.

Having removed all her restraints from the arena's gates, and wearing the martial god suit she had requested, with her long cloak billowing, Bai Qianshuang stepped into the arena.

"It's begun! Let's welcome our undefeated arena champion! Super Ape! The undefeated 'Martial God,' Bai Qian Shuang!!"

The announcer's shrill voice echoed throughout the stadium, and the audience cheered and jumped for joy, throwing countless blood-red roses from the stands, representing their support for the champion.

The many dark Eldar of Comoros have become accustomed to the presence of this non-Eldar champion, whose immense power has earned him respect in this dark city.

However, two people who were not from the Elven race were filled with doubt about this championship...

"An ordinary human? The champion of Comoros?"

Kayan was so puzzled that he even wondered if these mentally unstable Eldar were up to something...

Why does an ordinary person receive so much cheering and support in their arena?

But he quickly understood why.

"What a fucking mess..."

Bai Qianxue looked at the chaotic scene, where everyone was fighting and it was impossible to tell friend from foe, and scoffed, shaking her head. Then she raised her fist and said...

"Forget it, just beat them all up."

42. Impure gladiatorial combat

Skills are tools of the weak

This is an unchanging truth in any world, whether it's martial arts or techniques...

These things were invented to bridge the gap between the weak and the strong.

There's nothing wrong with that... The progress of life and civilization inevitably involves constantly challenging the strong...

Continuously use what you have that the other party doesn't have to make up for your own shortcomings and gaps.

However, for a race and an individual who has honed their skills to the extreme, the helplessness and self-doubt they feel when facing an enemy of absolute violence are undeniable.

Inside the dark, quiet room

A figure, dressed entirely in white with a beautiful figure, was immersed in a huge blood pool cauldron.

Her long, crimson hair cascaded over the pool of blood as this, one of the most beautiful women in Comoros, watched the gladiatorial combat on the screen in silence.

Beside her, noble maids scooped up scalding blood and washed it over Lilith's body... bathing before the statue of Kane in the center of the blood pool.

This is a tradition for all Dominator Succubi who are faithful followers of Kane's teachings to participate in gladiatorial combat—bathing in blood is a way of praying to Kane, and this blood must come from powerful enemies personally slain by the Dominator Succubi. Only by bathing in such blood can you prove that you have received Kane's protection.

The maids cupped the scalding blood in their delicate hands, letting it flow onto their mistress's fair and smooth skin. The blood droplets slowly dripped down the undulating curves of her body, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

"There's absolutely no skill involved."

Lilith glared hatefully at Bai Qianshuang on the screen, sighing with resentment...

She enjoys challenging the strong and craves to fight against powerful and beautiful things—but Lilith isn't brainless; the people she challenges are those who can't completely overwhelm her in terms of strength.

Otherwise, if she only wanted to challenge something powerful, why didn't she just charge straight at the human Titans?

Or perhaps she'd swing her knife at a heavy vehicle she could never handle?

That's not a display of courage or a thirst for killing; it's an act of foolishness.

Only the wild dogs of Koon would be so brainless; the followers of Bloodhand pursue elegant and precise killing.

What Lilith valued that day was Bai Qianshuang's killing skills.

The martial arts skills of the God of War are absolutely strong. Even though their dedication to martial arts is only a fraction of that of the Dark Spirit Clan, they are still very powerful.

After all, in their own world, they constantly face the oppression of other martial gods. Under immense pressure and intense competition, as long as you strive to move forward and gain more status, you must delve into martial arts that can replace magnetic field power. And those martial arts that don't work have long been eliminated.

Lilith craves to fight against opponents with dazzling skills... to dance with an opponent with whom she can dance on a dangerous blade.

She definitely didn't want to fight a brute who could kill her with a single punch.

This might seem like a case of bullying the weak and fearing the strong, but that's the doctrine of Bloodhand Kane. Even though it's very similar to Khorne, there are still fundamental differences.

So, is Lilith already prepared for a battle she is destined to lose?

No, of course not.

A cold, pleasant smile spread across Lilith's lips. Her lover, her master Victor, had prepared everything. All Lilith had to do was prepare for a magnificent blade dance.

Her opponent won't use that incredible power called "magnetic field rotation" to directly destroy her.

She wouldn't die so tragically and helplessly, like those apes and green-skinned creatures on the field.

He will be forced to use his martial arts and skills to face Lilith's challenge, and the Night Empress will prove to everyone that she is the deadliest blade dancer in Comoros!

but……

Lilith's eyes were slightly lowered, her gaze unable to forget Bai Qianshuang's fist flashing with lightning.

Brutal, crude, but... incredibly powerful.

It was not the psionic energy that dragged our race into the abyss, but a powerful force from the physical universe.

Lilith felt an overwhelming urge to possess such power!

Even if it doesn't look glamorous at all, power itself represents beauty!

The maids dressed Lilith in her gear, her beautiful long red hair was sewn with barbs and hooks, and her scarlet nails were sharpened to the point of being as sharp as scalpels.

Her perfect body was encased in an alluring black leather outfit, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin on her abdomen and chest. Only her legs were clad in jet-black, blade-like armor.

This outfit filled Lilith with a midnight allure, but it was always her favorite look.

She needs to present her best self, because the ruler of the succubus on the night of revelation is not only a gladiator, but also Kane's bride!

Lilith's attire wasn't for selling sex appeal... her exposed flesh was a mockery, a lure to her opponent's blade to drain her blood...

Her disheveled hair seemed to be luring her opponent to grab it and deliver a fatal blow.

This is the performance style she prefers—calm, confident, and ruthless.

With a dangerous, eager smile, Lilith took her weapons. Blades, whips, and sharp blades—all deadly yet magnificent armaments.

She could already hear the cheers of the arena crowd, so now it was time for her to enjoy herself.

Of course, in order to achieve her goals and before that, Lilith also needs to eliminate a negligible opponent.

From beginning to end, Lilith never took that little girl named Evelynn seriously, even though she had won over a hundred matches... In Lilith's eyes, she was still too naive and immature.

Let your final bath of blood be completed with the blood gushing from your heart.

Lilith's fingers traced her lower abdomen, seemingly imagining drawing patterns of slaughter with the blood of her enemies, a morbid yet pleasurable smile on her face.

The arena gates slowly opened.

Just moments before Bai Qianshuang stepped onto the battlefield, Ka Yang even thought that this ordinary person, who had no spiritual energy fluctuations whatsoever, was a prank put out by the Dark Spirit Clan.

Their long lives and the influence of gladiatorial culture have long taught these pointy-eared creatures countless tricks... Even in this ritual of sacrificing Kane, they still dare to pull off some fancy tricks.

Kane had already shattered into countless pieces; he wasn't even truly alive anymore. Of the Eldar gods, only three remained alive: one was acting as a riddle-maker in the Web Dao…

One was captured by Nurgle to become a drug test subject, while the other was endlessly sucking the souls of these long-eared beings.

The spirit race had long since abandoned and feared the concept of gods...

Otherwise, Comoros wouldn't have such a peculiar belief in the Dark Muse (roughly equivalent to the living saint of the Empire).

Then, Kayan witnessed something that even he could hardly believe.

In just a few breaths, this young man, who looked no more than twenty years old, easily defeated everyone in the room!

This isn't difficult, especially for a powerful psychic like Kayan...

He could even make those weak Astartes burn themselves dry inside their own armor with just a glance.

But in melee combat, it would be far from easy—Kayan, though a wizard, possessed formidable close-combat skills, but even so…

He also lacked the confidence to take down more than ten Space Marines, plus several times that number of Mandelas and even more Orks in a very short time.

Now, Kayan has gained new insights.

"The Hand of God!"

Faced with the chaotic situation on the field, Bai Qianshuang, who felt a headache coming on and didn't want to figure out what had happened, chose the simplest and most direct way to eliminate the problem.

The magnetic field force propelled the Hand of God to activate, and in an instant, a powerful swirling suction pulled all targets, either sucking them into the air or rendering them completely immobile.

During this time, the Mandelas kept trying to escape into the shadows, but the powerful suction made it impossible for them to make any precise adjustments to their movements.

The shadowy demons of these nets let out sharp howls and roars, but this clearly did nothing to change anything.

When a power they cannot comprehend begins to take effect, even if they are truly demonic hybrids, it cannot save their lives!

Then Bai Qianshuang rushed forward.

There's really nothing to describe about the battle; what's the point of telling a story where someone is instantly killed?

He didn't even bother to use any moves, directly blasting each of the greenskins' bodies to pieces with his power sword cannon, slicing Mandela in half, and finally taking down all the surviving allies with a single punch—including the werewolf-turned Jomond.

Seeing that the werewolf-like guy was still struggling and going crazy, Bai Qianxue directly hit him on the forehead. Whether he died or not, he didn't know, but he wouldn't be able to move.

The spectacular gladiatorial combat just moments ago has ended in such a childish and simplistic manner.

"Did he just use psionic energy?"

Kayan remained silent for a while, and could only find the answer and possibility within his own understanding—either this person had some technology that he did not understand, or it was psionic energy.

However, neither is highly likely. If it were the former, he would never have been hailed as a champion by these dark elves with the help of tools. If it were the latter... Kayan couldn't possibly be unaware of it.

The etheric torrent within the Comoros showed no signs of disturbance... yet the energy of the stable material world was still stirred, and on a considerable scale!

The so-called spellcasting of psionicists is essentially a form of wish fulfillment, projecting thoughts into the warp, then releasing the energy of the warp through themselves or rituals, and finally shaping your thoughts in the warp into the physical universe.

It sounds incredibly impressive, but the first lesson any qualified psychic must learn is to accept the difference between the warp and the physical universe.

Even if you can destroy a planet with a single thought in the warp, in the physical universe, the psionic spells you unleash might barely be enough to kill a person.

The subspace is a "dream" or an "illusion," and for a physical entity to realize the dream of the subspace and make the dream a reality, it needs a sufficiently high concentration of subspace energy.

Therefore, psionicists become stronger the closer they are to places like the Eye of Fear and the center of the Great Vortex, but Comoros—

The vast majority of the warp energy here is blocked by the Gate of Kane. The Dark Eldar have poured countless efforts into sealing off the largest gate of the net.

Here, the power of any psionic magic would be greatly reduced... so Kayan's rationality told him that the human was definitely not using psionic magic.

But there is really no other explanation for Cayan's simple and straightforward thinking and his vast knowledge...

Fortunately, he wasn't a Word Bearer who worshipped things from the Warp... otherwise, he might have already lost his sense of the world's collapse.

"There is indeed a form of 'spellcasting' in this world that exists beyond psychic powers," Ahriman said in a low, slow voice.

"That scumbag Erebas once sought out the 'Mother' of all the Primarchs, trying to get her to join Chaos. Of course, he failed, and as a result, Erebas summoned four Archdemons to try and kill the Primarch Mother."

"But even with four great demons, they were still completely defeated by the latter using a special power that was not from the subspace at all..."

Of course, that scum Erebas still managed to kill her by ambushing the heavily wounded Primarch... but there was indeed a special non-warp power there.

"Wait, there are so many things I want to ask you about in what you just said," Kayan said, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing.

"First of all, what's the situation with the Primarch Mother?"

“You don’t need to know too much, but I suspect this special person is the key figure that the mastermind is looking for… or a plot he’s orchestrating to change the course of events.”

Ahriman said softly, and then surprisingly began his operation...

He opened a psionic rift with his right hand, from which he took out different skulls one by one and arranged them on the ground in a blasphemous ritual of the descent of chaos... and among those skulls, Kayan felt that several looked particularly familiar...

It wasn't until the head of a Chaos Lord he knew was dragged out that Kayan was horrified—these heads were actually the heads of the demon prince Khorne.

What's going on? Where did Ahriman collect so many heads of the demon prince Khorne?

Even if he killed him, the Primarch wouldn't have that kind of power!!

Ignoring Kayan's horror, Ahriman simply and slowly drew a magic circle to summon the demon prince Khorne.

There are many problems with this matter, and Ahriman is well aware of them. He even understands that it would be a grave mistake to hastily begin summoning the Seed of Destruction at this moment.