I'm a magnetic field madman

However, this "premonition" led Ahriman to make an irrational decision, not to mention...

He glanced up at the Destroyer's Platform. The Overlord of Youdu, seated atop it, maintained his mask-like, fake smile, but Ahriman was certain that Victor was anything but happy inside…

43. Conspiracy and treachery

For a martial god who yearns to fight against the strong, this kind of sci-fi universe is honestly quite torturous.

Sitting atop the body of a werewolf-transformed Jomond, Bai Qianshuang looked at her fallen opponents and sighed deeply.

There isn't a single one who can fight.

After all, it's a science fiction universe, and space opera is also science fiction. The amazing things are mostly those fancy technological products... well, most of them are.

There are certainly capable fighters in this universe, but none of them will appear on this kind of battlefield.

At the very least, soldiers like the Astartes, who are mass-produced models, are not qualified to fight him.

On the field, watching the arena champion who had defeated everyone, the Dark Spirit Clan roared with cheers without stopping. But such cheers could no longer stir the slightest emotion in Bai Qian Shuang's heart.

Even if you get recognition and cheers for beating weaker opponents, you won't feel particularly happy. Besides, he doesn't have a performative personality, so he's not that sensitive to this kind of meaningless cheering.

He almost immediately turned his gaze to Victor on the Destroyer's platform.

He suddenly had the idea to rebel right now.

Although it sounds incredibly rash and absurd, he suddenly wanted to find some excitement for himself.

Coups are commonplace in Comoros and are never uncommon.

Moreover, even the current ruler of Comoros's coup plot is hardly sophisticated.

He simply did the right thing when he was supposed to, and seized the highest position by force.

It's utter nonsense to ask a madman with magnetic fields to plan some kind of complicated political conspiracy. From the first male ancestor to him killing his own brother to take the throne, which one of them didn't blatantly use force to seize power?

In Comoros—it wouldn't be any different.

Bai Qianshuang slowly jumped off Jomond's body, looked at Crom who had finally managed to help his companion up, and grinned...

"You guys are pretty lucky, none of you have died so far—well—although one of you has changed appearance."

Krom remained silent. Driving power armor with sheer force was no easy task... especially since he had indeed suffered a setback.

His comrade-in-arms transformed into a werewolf before his very eyes, and he himself nearly succumbed to the savagery. The crucial point is—

They were completely useless in this battle; the guy in front of them killed them instantly, once again.

Is this force, known as magnetic field rotation, really that powerful?

Krom couldn't help but feel a longing and yearning to acquire this power.

clap clap clap...

A crisp round of applause rang out in the air, instantly drowning out all the noise from the Dark Elf race.

All eyes turned to the sky, where Victor, who was on the throne, stood up... The overlord expressed his admiration for the humans below without reservation.

"Excellent, very excellent. Such powerful strength and skill. If you were of my race, I would now bestow upon you a conspiracy group."

Victor made no attempt to hide his admiration for Bai Qianshuang in his words, but at the same time, he never mentioned the matter of freedom.

The words sounded nice, but the person who said them was actually reinforcing and denying Bai Qianshuang's identity as an alien.

There wasn't a single fool among the Dark Eldar here; they clearly understood that their overlord was essentially an absolute pragmatist—yet he showed absolutely no intention of winning over this excessively powerful human.

For racial honor? Don't be ridiculous. If Victor had such a thing, he wouldn't have brought a large number of Space Marines to attack Comoros in the first place.

Bai Qianshuang didn't speak, but he was actually watching the overlord of Youdu and... Lacas with great interest.

He knew that the old ghost had used his blood to create something... but he could guess exactly what it was.

What would be cloned using one's own blood?

Another Bai Qianshuang? Or perhaps it's his own good-for-nothing older brother?

Both are possible, but he clearly leaned more towards the other answer—though no other expression could be seen on his face covered in stitched leather… Bai Wujie could still sense a strange excitement overflowing from him.

"If I need anything, I can get it myself anytime."

Bai Qianshuang shifted her gaze back to Victor, and said provocatively...

"I just wonder, if I were to seek my freedom, Your Majesty, would you still possess the power to stop me?"

This statement, which was no less than a direct provocation to Victor, immediately drew hostile glances from many members of the ruthless conspiracy group around them.

But most eyes were focused on Victor; everyone wanted to know what the overlord of Youdu would do.

If they start fighting right away, they'll have a good time watching, and Victor will also have to reveal his trump card of force.

If a fight doesn't break out, Victor might lose some face, which may seem like a small loss, but it will definitely affect his power.

"Giggle..."

Marles on the pleasure airship was laughing especially happily; every choice Victor made made her feel genuinely joyful.

Beside her, Serene was deathly pale—although she had long anticipated this possibility and was prepared to side with Males, but…

“Darling, the champion you’ve found is truly an untamable beast.”

Marles noticed Serene's tension and fear, but instead of offering any comfort, she said jokingly...

"I'm really curious, what method did you use to get him to attend this dangerous night?"

"He knew very well that tonight would be very dangerous, but he trusted his own strength."

Serene looked at her championship with a complicated expression and whispered...

"Moreover, he craves fun and change... He is an absolutely self-centered person, and no rules can bind him. I never thought I could tame him."

“A proud beast, well—but only in this way is it worth taming.”

Marles's slender, pale fingers traced the blade-like surface of her fan, and she spoke again in a very low voice...

"What secrets and future does he hold that would make even the God of Laughter care..."

“Oh, of course I welcome you to fight for your rights. Comoros has always been a place that encourages everyone to express themselves.”

Despite being publicly humiliated, Victor seemed unfazed, continuing to speak with that unsettling smile...

"But now, the next part of the Night of Revelation is about to begin, and I think you should leave here..."

Was he provoking him? Luring him into making a move at this moment? Or was he really sending him away while setting a trap elsewhere?

It doesn't matter, because no matter what choice I make, it's probably within the overlord's expectations.

He definitely made two preparations, or even more?

Bai Qianshuang chuckled softly. He was actually starting to look forward to what kind of trick this pointy-eared guy had prepared to strangle him in this situation—

So he gave them face and led his Astartes toward the gates leading back to the prison.

"The aliens have a conspiracy waiting for us."

Krom licked his sharp canines, grinning as he watched the werewolf being dragged by Bai Qian Shuang towards the prison gate...

"Then let's go, as long as you're all ready."

Bai Qianshuang chuckled softly, then led them deeper into the gate. As the prison gate slowly slammed shut, a faint, mocking laugh seemed to echo within the dark space.

The light from the arena behind them gradually dimmed, then flickered like a candle flame in the night breeze, until it finally went out completely.

Bai Qianshuang felt as if everything around her had been "replaced," as if it were some kind of strange spatial transformation technology.

When that vague feeling disappeared, everyone heard a deep, piercing operatic hymn.

The world grew dark, and the faint light seemed to allow everyone to see everything around them.

Then, a series of distorted sounds, mixed with a lot of noise, filled the air everywhere!

All the Astartes immediately and alertly pointed their weapons in all directions...

And soon they actually saw the enemies appearing among the dim lights!

They were not agile Eldar, but a group of Astartes wearing black power armor with chaotic eight-pointed stars on their shoulder armor!

"The Black Legion?!" Balthus growled, gripping his chainsword tightly.

"No...it's just a distracting illusion."

Bai Qianshuang shook her head, immediately seeing through the illusions of those cruel and ruthless space warriors.

Electromagnetic reactions cannot deceive him, and even if the brain's perception is deceived, the reaction of matter cannot.

But when he looked at his hands, he felt his magnetic field power being suppressed—the problem wasn't coming from within himself, but from outside!

Realizing their illusion had been exposed, the deceptive light and shadow vanished in an instant. But the enemy didn't disappear; instead, they transformed into a group of nimble and agile spirits!

They wore brightly colored clothes and all sorts of different masks—some were mocking skulls, some were simple mirrors, and some were mournful sobs…

But there is no doubt that they are a group of clowns wearing masks, performing an impromptu opera here with shrill laughter.

"Act One has been disrupted; a unicorn enters."

A deep chant began, and in an instant, an incredibly swift blade struck towards Bai Qian Shuang's heart—

With his power suppressed and his senses disrupted, Bai Qianshuang did not immediately retaliate... So when he dodged the sword that struck his heart and turned around, the unicorn had already gracefully retreated amidst the applause of all his dance partners.

Without a doubt, this was a premeditated ambush, an ambush orchestrated by the clown troupe!

They may even have used some weapons that can restrict the occurrence of the rules of the physical universe—this is not surprising, as the Eldar have always been enemies of the Necromancers who manipulate the rules of the physical universe, and it is perfectly normal for them to have weapons that can restrict them!

The Dark Eldar's arsenal can even contain weapons like Morihag's Sigh, which can directly extinguish and suppress regional psionic energy, not to mention other types.

At this stage, Bai Qianshuang's magnetic field rotation still cannot break free from its dependence on the rules of the physical universe.

"Destroy the enemy of prophecy...protect the Comoros...for the glory of our people..."

The enemy's unicorn horn, along with the incessant chanting and clapping of the spirit race hidden in the darkness, seemed to have already explained their reason for besieging Bai Qian Shuang!

“These long ears have restricted my power.” Bai Qian Shuang spread her arms, feeling her power reduced to only electric current, and grinned maliciously at the pale, stiff masks…

"But it doesn't matter. I don't know why you clowns want to kill me, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all."

"For a pathetic prophecy? Then congratulations, you will soon witness what it means for a prophecy to be fulfilled!"

Having said that, he laughed wildly and fearlessly charged towards those clowns who were pretending to be gods and ghosts!

"kill!!"

44. Dance of the Blades, Blood Shark enters.

When the first act of the performance at the Cain's Arena comes to a close, it only heralds the beginning of the second act.

Ignoring the boos from the Dark Eldar, the announcer on the frisbee continued to announce the start of the next scene in his sharp, slick voice.

"Every performance must have its true master and climax—now, let us welcome the strongest ruler of the Poison Tongue Arena, the beautiful and deadly berserker blade with two hundred and ninety-eight undefeated matches, Evelynn!!"

The gates opened, and Evelynn, dressed in her finest attire, entered the arena where she would perform. Expressionless, she trampled the blood-stained white sand, clutching everything that belonged to her…

"And let us also welcome the eternal champion of the Kane Arena, the darling of the Bloodhands, the Night Empress of Comoros, who has maintained an undefeated record of 2,123 matches!!"

The audience erupted in thunderous applause once again, clearly showing their great enthusiasm for the actor who was about to put on a bloody performance for them.

Encased in spiked armor and segmented black leather, the phantom stepped out of the arena, her elegant cat-like gait resembling a magnificent and captivating sculpture.

Evelyn is beautiful enough, but compared to Lilith, she pales in comparison.

There wasn't a single scratch on that smooth skin...

This indicates that the arena's mistress has not suffered any injuries in the past two thousand battles.

But she seemed to have little patience; her narrow eyes, hidden beneath her smoky makeup, stared at Evelynn with a simple, death-gazing look.

She shook her deep red hair behind her back, showing Evelynn the purple ribbons tied to it—each one representing a succubus who had died by her hand!

Danger appeared only for a moment, and Evelyn felt a threatening sensation like a sharp pain in her nerves.

Lily made no attempt to hide her murderous intent towards Evelynn; within that intense killing intent lay an indescribable sense of impatience.

Why? That doesn't matter. Evelyn clenched her fists. This feeling of hovering in the face of death gave Bieton's daughter a real illusion of being alive.

The powerful female warriors exchanged glances, as if waiting for their opponent's weaknesses and mistakes. Lilith smiled contemptuously; Evelynn was indeed strong, no pushover, stronger than most of the succubi she had killed.

But it's not strong enough.