I'm a magnetic field madman

Even without weapons, she was confident she could kill the little girl on the spot!

Lilith's entire body is a weapon; her scalpel-like sharp nails, the sharp spikes on her armor, and even her red lips coated with neurotoxin are all things that ensure her ability to kill with elegance.

This is something Lilith has always liked to do: to create elegant killings under the most difficult conditions. Comoros audiences love this kind of violent yet elegant visual style.

Lilith saw Evelynn's weakness, but Evelynn couldn't see her opponent's weakness.

But fear had lost its meaning here. She took a deep breath and removed the superfluous and unnecessary clothing from her body.

Towering weapon racks rose up on either side of the succubus ruler, filled with countless bizarre weapons.

Evelynn quickly chose her most proficient plundering longsword and an iron fan, while Lilith gracefully took two sharp and long boning knives.

It seems Lilith doesn't intend to put on a high-difficulty torture performance here.

Because she didn't have much patience, she didn't see her intended opponent here.

This puzzled her, as it was completely different from what Victor had agreed upon.

But in such a situation, she obviously couldn't question her lover and master about anything.

Therefore, she planned to kill the girl in front of her as quickly as possible, and then swiftly begin the real gladiatorial combat.

Evelynn defiantly extended her longsword at Lilith, but Lilith, faced with this direct challenge, merely revealed a contemptuous yet beautiful smile.

She twirled and brandished the boning knife in her hand, pacing around Evelynn, who did the same.

They all appeared so composed, and within this choreographed dance, every step of their feet and every sway of their hips foreshadowed the start of a deadly move.

In a battle between predators, the one that pounces first often reveals its weakness.

But this only applies to evenly matched opponents.

Lilith caught the barely perceptible gap as Evelynn's feet landed...

With a cruel smile, it pounced on Everene's throat like a black phantom!

Swift, deadly, fast!!

Believing she had spotted her opponent's mistake, Everene brandished her iron fan to defend herself, while simultaneously thrusting out her long, plundering blade with her other hand, intending to use the slight advantage of her weapon to assassinate her.

But she misjudged, completely misjudged.

Lilith's body twisted in an incredible arc in the air...

With an almost 90-degree backflip, he dodged Evelynn's assassination attempt, and instantly turned the boning knives in his hands, thrusting them fiercely towards Evelynn's shoulders!

The wrong action led to the wrong result. Even though Evelyn quickly spun her iron fan to defend herself, the result was still that one of her arms was pierced by a sword, which directly caused the iron fan to fall from her hand.

"You're inexperienced, girl."

Lilith's deep, magnetic voice rang in Everene's ear, but it was undoubtedly filled with provocation and mockery...

"Your intentions are too obvious. Although you have good talent, unfortunately, I don't have the time to spend with you today."

As if foreshadowing Lilith's words, she swung her blade faster and faster!

Evelyn's face was pale. She knew that her battle was losing ground and could only do her best to defend against the attacks.

When his own blood splattered on his face, he even mistakenly smelled a strange, sweet fragrance.

The sweet taste seemed to foreshadow Evelyn's impending demise, and Lilith, knowing this, had no intention of delaying; instead, she quickened her pace.

Blades danced, death clashed, and the Comoros audience showered more bloody roses amidst hysterical cheers.

The outcome of this battle on the night of revelation will soon be revealed.

Victor's brow twitched slightly, because he knew Lilith's original plan for the night—she would defeat Evelynn, without a doubt, but she would make the situation as dangerous as possible.

After all, only in this way can more wrong bets be placed on Everenella, allowing Victor and Lilith to gain more victories.

Victor could understand Lilith's unplanned actions—she wanted to fight a more worthy opponent, and Evelynn could no longer satisfy Lilith's thirst for blood after seeing a more powerful target.

Thinking of this, Victor revealed a cruel smile.

Without a doubt, he was the one who plotted against Bai Qian Shuang. In fact, it wasn't even a conspiracy at all; Victor was merely going along with the flow, giving the Froststar and Midnight Mourning clown troupes some face and convenience.

He didn't engage in any underhanded tactics; he simply lent out some of the Dark Spirit Clan's most treasured psionic artifacts, which they forbade to use, so that the clowns could suppress the human's strange power.

This deal was entirely beneficial to Victor; he didn't need to do anything, not even get his hands dirty...

All it takes is a large enough space and a few minor perks to win the support of the two clown troupes tonight.

Although he didn't understand why that old bastard Eldrad and these eccentric clowns insisted on killing such a special human—but who cared? To Victor, the championship was nothing more than a dispensable thing.

Moreover, he couldn't possibly survive the combined attack of the two clown troupes.

So what if you have special abilities?

The old woman's sigh is an ancient Eldar artifact used to deal with those who fear the dead and their masters. It is a product of the Eldar Empire's imitation of ancient holy creations... It is an artifact originally used to suppress all abnormal energy flows within a region.

Without that special power, he was nothing more than a human. Even their original form probably couldn't withstand the combined onslaught of two clown troupes.

Thinking of this, Victor felt a little relieved. As for Lilith?

She might not be satisfied with what Victor did today, but she would never dare to say anything and could only harbor her dissatisfaction in her heart.

She wasn't stupid; she was very smart, so she understood that no matter how good she was at fighting, she was just a plaything in Victor's hands.

The overlord of Youdu wants her to live, so she cannot die!

The atmosphere in the arena grew increasingly heated and bloody, and just then, someone who hadn't spoken a word from the beginning suddenly spoke up...

"Asrubel, I don't think you mind if I add some interesting variables to this night?"

The voice was soft, but to Victor, it sounded particularly grating. He looked at the old monster, one of the very few Comoros people he also greatly feared, and immediately forced a pale, fake smile…

"Of course, Grandmaster, any performance under Kane's watchful eye is welcome, and we've always been eager to see how much of a surprise you can bring."

Lacas smiled, then gently tugged at the dragon beneath his feet... and immediately afterward, the stitched-up belly of the zombie dragon slowly split open!

boom!!

In the abdominal cavity, filled with blood vessels, flesh, and mucus, a huge figure landed with a thud in the center of the arena!

Standing at 2.5 meters tall, his physique was athletic enough, yet more proportionate and slender than those of the Astartes—but he was undoubtedly a "human"...

Every muscle in his bare upper body was dripping with slippery, fresh blood…

Most of his face was covered by a smooth steel mask, his lower body was covered by a blood-stained linen cloth, his feet were stained with blood, and his hands gripped two huge, serrated butcher knives!

A terrifying and bloody aura began to spread the moment he descended into the arena—wild, unrestrained, and insane!

The host, standing on the frisbee, froze, trying his best not to let his fear of Lacas ruin his professionalism.

But he still spoke with obvious fear and a trembling tone.

"Wow, our ancient and venerable Grandmaster has also decided to bring new changes to the Night of Revelation. So, let us welcome—"

"Blood Shark King".

A deep, bloodthirsty voice, befitting a apex predator, emanated from the iron mask, sweeping across the entire arena, mirroring his gaze... that same bloodthirsty look as a great white shark staring at its prey.

He was unsettling, not because he was particularly strange or sinister.

But the predator's gaze reminded every member of the Dark Eldar of "He" whom they dreamed of every night!

The gladiators in the arena need opponents, so Victor is prepared to release some more gladiators.

But before that, a figure completely ignored Victor's instructions and jumped off his Destroyer platform.

The pitch-black shadow fell swiftly, landing as lightly as a falling leaf in front of the Blood Shark.

He held the Clive blade, which had been lying on the ground, behind his back, the dim shadows around him seemingly swallowing up all the light.

After a moment of suffocation, the host launched into a shrill, frantic shriek as he began the introduction…

"Welcome, Blademaster, Drazza!!"

45. Having passed the trial of blood

What kind of pleasure does killing actually provide?

Those who haven't experienced this feeling will find it hard to understand: where does the joy of taking someone's life and rendering something that can move cease to move come from?

It's probably all for the so-called power and the so-called sense of security.

Eliminating or killing anything that could threaten you brings an indescribable sense of security, and humans live to pursue this sense of security... so such happiness is only natural.

But where does the pleasure of slaughtering things that pose no threat to oneself come from?

That's probably what freedom and joy are like.

The meaning of freedom is not profound; freedom is actually synonymous with disorder. The absence of any rules is the ultimate meaning of freedom, and for the powerful who wantonly slaughter, happiness itself is equivalent to this suffocating freedom.

The ultimate joy is to do whatever you want, to transcend all rules and constraints. When you are the rule itself, no rule can bind you...

In such situations, taking away the most precious things from other lives is undoubtedly the greatest manifestation of this power.

This is the true meaning of freedom.

Therefore, every person with a strong magnetic field will eventually have to deal with killing...

Because when they indulge their emotions, they inevitably clash with the rules of other lives.

If you conflict with the rules, either the rules will punish you, or you will break the rules.

A successful madman will tear the rules apart; he himself will become the rules.

A madman who hates constraints will make everything kneel before him, and when everything is measured by your standards, you are truly free.

Therefore, killing becomes an inevitable thing, which is why we can feel pleasure from slaughter.

So, are you able to restrain this murderous intent, and restrain this freedom?

Yes, but it's unnecessary.

Because not freely experiencing this freedom is not understanding or transcendence... it's just adding a shackle to one's own nature out of thin air.

The true transcendence of the ultimate strong is not as simple as giving up killing—how can the sublimation of the soul be achieved by willingly accepting the constraints of others' rules?

kill!kill!kill!

Within the endless Blood God Domain, Bai Wujie, imbued with the soul of the ultimate powerhouse, is wreaking havoc on Khorne and carrying out an endless massacre!

The Blood God's posture kept changing, and his demonic sword tore apart Bai Wujie's soul time and time again, repeatedly using death to command him to submit to his bloodthirsty nature!

But no, every time his soul was torn apart, Bai Wujie would return and fight back with even greater fervor.

Therefore, Khorne also began to change its stance.

Transform into a form more conducive to killing, and become a more deadly and terrifying form in this universe to fight against the enemy before you!

The evil gods of the warp do not have a fixed, eternal form. Slaughter is an endless and great undertaking. Survival of the fittest is the only way to survive in this universe. Only the strong are allowed to live!

The battle had lasted for an unknown amount of time. The towering brass fortress was completely reduced to ruins, and the chaotic wasteland was razed to the ground... The land flowing with blood and lava was shattered in the void of the spiritual realm.

But this does not mean that the power of terror has declined.

The more fierce the fighting, the more terrifying the battle between the strongest, the stronger Khorne's power will only grow.

kill!kill!kill!

The Blood God roared in fury, while his opponents fought each other in kind. They injured each other, attacked each other, killed each other, and then rose again to repeat the process.

The terrifying power is even more frightening in this extreme realm; the magnetic field power, calculated in trillions, has already broken through the upper limit of magnetic confinement...

Every punch thrown in an instant can easily create a dazzling star.

Dazzling and blinding, stars flashed and fell, gathering extremely terrifying magnetic field power. Bai Wujie fought the demon god in this blood-red void, turning the world upside down!

350 Trillion Power - Cosmic Explosion Fist!

The Cosmic Explosion Fist, a fusion of the four fundamental forces, shattered upon summoning its ultimate demon god within the White Boundless Realm and the void...

In an instant, it decomposed and shattered the entire chaotic wasteland into countless basic particles!

Everything plunged into absolute darkness in an instant, but in the blink of an eye... Khorne's roar and that sword that tore the heavens and earth apart seemed to have created a new world, bringing back the crimson and magma, recreating Khorne's domain in the void of the subspace, a new chaotic realm!

The next moment after creation was destruction. The crossed swords unleashed a light more dazzling than a gamma-ray burst, and at the same time, like the explosion of millions of suns, they once again destroyed the reshaped chaotic world.

In this space where time is nonexistent, how long has this final trial battle actually taken place?

How long will this earth-shattering battle continue?

Bai Wujie was unaware, because when you are fully immersed in bloody slaughter and recklessly enjoy the pleasures of life and death, you are completely unaware of the passage of time.