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If they could sell it to the Witch Spirit Cult, the profit from one trip would be equivalent to ten trips.
Moreover, if gladiators could make a name for themselves in the arena, it would bring them considerable prestige—telling the entire Comoros that only they had the power to capture such a powerful warrior.
A profound meaning behind a sure-fire way to make money.
But... why does he always feel like the other person has been hiding something?
"Either accept my terms, or die here now."
good acting.
Kasgar, who had infiltrated the Eldar flagship using his psionic power, couldn't help but marvel.
Unexpectedly, this old rascal Titus, who seems so serious, actually put on such a convincing performance that even the Eldar, who are adept at detecting emotional fluctuations, couldn't find any fault with it.
Is it because he joined the Phoenix Clan?
Even the human inhabitants of the re-released hive were moved by Titus's willingness to sacrifice himself.
"Let's go back quickly."
Titus turned to the hive dwellers behind him who were unwilling to leave and spoke to them.
The Dark Eldar's conspiratorial governor didn't sense even the slightest fear from him.
He simply stood there quietly, and even though the sharp blade in his hand had fallen to the ground, the several Dark Elf Clan members following him still didn't dare to capture him.
There are few trustworthy people among the Dark Eldar, but because they need to conduct long-term business transactions with the Princes Chapter, this small conspiratorial group has gained a unique source of Eldar cheese through its trustworthiness and high quality.
What a tragic hero!
Moving.
Kasgar silently continued to search for clues throughout the entire conspiratorial flagship, remaining invisible.
The terms of the agreement between the Witchcraft Cult and the Witchcraft Sect...
After each raid, the Conspiracy's governor would send the alien beasts, elite warriors of other races, and disloyal Conspiracy members as gifts or, according to the agreement, to the allied Witchcraft Cult.
In Comoros, the gladiatorial arenas of the Witchcraft Cult play a crucial role.
This is the most spectacular and anticipated event for the local Dark Eldar.
By showcasing entertaining and creative torture methods and the exquisite combat skills of the noble Eldar during gladiatorial combat, all spectators (except for Orcs) can enjoy the pain and fear extracted from the gladiators.
Such powerful emotional force could even cause some Dark Eldar to instantly rejuvenate in the audience.
Even for ordinary Comorian residents, watching a perfect gladiatorial performance greatly satisfies their sadistic cravings, making their departure more pleasant and joyful than their arrival.
Therefore, Comorian arena champions often became stars in the mouths of Comorian residents due to their outstanding performances and their full exploitation of their prey.
In a megacity like Comoros, where distances cannot be measured, there are obviously many gladiatorial arenas belonging to the Witchcraft Cult.
As for the one who signed the agreement with this conspiratorial group, it was a name that Casca had never heard of before—it was clearly impossible for such a small conspiratorial group to abduct gladiators who were good enough to join the Grand Arena, let alone be worthy of such a large-scale gladiatorial performance.
This little conspiracy group never even considered that they could get any valuable gladiators on the prince's territory.
There's also an agreement from the Bloody Actors Association...
The Bloodlings Guild is an integral part of this distorted society, as the Dark Eldar rely on them for insurance to carry out their necessary regeneration procedures and torments.
Even their fellow Dark Eldar considered them to be a bunch of paranoid and perverted monsters.
Thirteen Scars Association...
A somewhat familiar name, but Casca had long forgotten where he had heard the name of the Bloody Fiends Association.
"Is it the Blood Actors' Guild, where Fabius Bayer once infiltrated Comoros to study?"
He seemed to have some memory—since Fabius started from here in the past timeline, it was very likely that Melsin was also going to the Blood Spirits Association to learn knowledge through the relationship between the Emperor's son and the Dark Eldar.
(But it's strange that even the Bloodthirsty Ones couldn't cure Fabius's baldness.)
Even if it's not the "Thirteen Scars Association," they're probably still involved.
"I'll contact them."
Casca made up his mind and slowly put down the agreement in his hand.
......
The speed of the Dark Eldar airships is always so fast that it is impossible to perceive them.
Having traversed the many branching paths of the network, the core area, surrounded by countless towering spires, is the current capital of the Dark Eldar, Comoros.
Above the towering, gleaming metal spires of the Comoros, there are things called the Black Suns that hang in the sky.
They were dying stars that the Eldar had extracted from the real world using advanced technology and placed in the Web to provide light and energy.
It has no connection with the cold, dark sun of the Naya space.
As for the flagship that Casca was on, it was not qualified to dock at those ports that were divided up by the forces of the great conspiracy.
"Come down, human."
"Your strength may indeed be considerable. But I warn you, never try to escape from here."
"You'll only die a worse death."
With that, the consul brought Titus down.
This is a satellite port of the Comoros.
Hidden and unnoticed dangerous areas are the perfect places for the Dark Eldar to carry out their evil rituals and plans.
In the past, this area was not part of Comoros City.
After the fall of the Eldar Empire, through a long period of war, conspiracies, assassinations, and other means, they connected their subordinate cities together through the ancient network nodes, jointly protecting the node city at the center of the network.
Thus, the Comoros became a vast, interconnected network of pathways, its scale defying the logic of normal physical cosmology.
Dark City
Although this area is not strictly part of Comoros, attempting to escape from these satellite cities is often a suicidal adventure: the headquarters of the Dark Eldar conspiracy, which occupies vast territories, are located within these twisted geometric structures.
Every shadow here may conceal a conspiracy.
Not to mention the network of endless branches and divisions that the fugitives will have to face later.
Even if mortals are lucky enough to slip through the shadows of the Comoros city, without the guidance of the noble Eldar, they will forever be lost in the Webpath...
—Wait, who's speeding over there?
......
[Titus, next I'm going to the Blood Actors' Guild to look for clues about Melusin]
Your power is especially important to the Witchcraft Cult; these aliens won't do anything to you outside the arena.
If you encounter a Space Marine imprisoned in the arena, remember to recruit them to your side.
Without making a sound, he slightly raised his ring finger in the direction of Casca—a gesture that, according to their previous code, indicated that he had received the signal.
Seeing this, Casca no longer hesitated and nimbly leaped onto another ship.
The ship was carrying the corpses of the Dark Eldar who had just died in the battle with Titus.
Because the Dark Spirit Race lacks the protection of Soul Stones and the World Soul of the Savage Spirit Race, every time they leave the Net Path and appear in reality, they are essentially exposed directly to the Thirsty Lady's watchful eye.
Therefore, in order to ensure that their souls are not devoured by evil gods, before going out to plunder, the conspiracy group will often sign a contract with the Blood Spirit Association to ensure that their souls will not be taken away by the Thirsty Lady if the plunder fails.
The Blood Puppet Master is able to resurrect any corpse that has been dead for less than a day using his incredible skills.
—The price, however… is that part of the Dark Elf's pain and soul will be taken away by the Blood Spirit.
Equivalent exchange.
The ship was being operated by the Bloodlings' servants, and the cold stench of the corpses of the dead Eldar permeated the cabins.
Even the servants, whose heads had been replaced by sophisticated instruments and IV tubing, were meticulously carrying out their master's orders—to take this ship full of corpses to the location of their master—the Thirteen Blood Scars Association—to complete the piecing together of these idiots.
The ship began heading downwards toward the dark, cold, and gloomy corners of the colossal city of Comoros, where no dying star could illuminate it.
As if it were a pre-programmed sequence, the ships moved swiftly and precisely through the corridor of spires. The spatial structure, which was so different from the laws of physics as commonly understood, was almost completely incomprehensible to those who were unfamiliar with it.
hum.
As the air vibrated and the thrust was transmitted, the liquid poured directly from the ship down into the pile of dead bodies below, filled with disinfectant and the stench of rotting corpses.
"We've finally arrived... The Thirteen Blood Scars Association. I'm here to ask you for someone."
In this pool of dead bodies filled with blood and filth, Casgar patted the bloodstains off his armor.
Then, he removed all his disguises and, once again in his original purple-gold Destiny Armor, walked toward the place where the light flickered in the darkness.
......
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Comoros's complex and unnecessary spire top.
"what--"
Disappointed shouts from the audience echoed throughout the arena.
Watching gladiatorial combat is the most important form of entertainment for the Comorian residents, and many spectators have become accustomed to seeing this little-known alien fighter defeat his opponent and achieve victory.
Nulus, the son of the phoenix.
An obscure name; no one will remember such a minor character.
The colossal city of Comoros has seen countless men like him, but in most cases, these gladiators, who rarely survive more than a few days, are simply forgotten.
But this Nulus seemed to be the unexpected one.
Starting from almost the lowest level of the arena, every opponent Nulus encountered—whether other alien warriors, alien creatures, or witch spirit fighters—lost all their lives under his blade.
"Nulus!"
"Nulus!"
"Nulus!"
His relentless victories even earned him considerable fame among the Dark Eldar—some eccentric nobles seemed to prefer supporting this powerful fighter from another race over the Witch Spirit Warriors.
Isn't it more satisfying to be easily defeated by inferior barbarian monkeys, despite being a noble spirit race?
Of course, many viewers were eagerly anticipating what kind of powerful arena champion would be able to deliver a spectacular killing feast to all of them with the elegant and precise killing techniques of the Elven race.
Titus has been fighting here for a long time.
In the arena, he also met many Space Marine gladiators, but they often did not live long.
Most importantly, he has not received any psionic communications from Casca since he arrived here.
It's like I was sold to Comoros by that Casca.
"Nulus!"
The Comoros snake cavity still echoed in his ears.
The Dark Eldar in the stands would often shout his name or curse him to die in a way that sounded unbearable—Tathus had no interest in either of these.
All he wants to know right now is where he should go to Casca to complete the next meeting.
"Wait!"
"Please wait a moment!"
As the event was about to end, the leader of the Witch Spirit Cult stepped out from in front of the suspended stage.
This time, he brought an announcement to the audience that was extremely important for the gladiatorial combat!
The arena has suddenly seen a surge of powerful fighters today—besides Nulus, there are also many up-and-coming witch spirit warriors. Among the residents of Comoros, people often talk about who would win between them and the Comoros Gladiator Queen, Lyris Hesperax.
And this mystery will be revealed soon!
"Three days!"
"Three days from now, the Arena Queen, Lyris, will be engaged in a super melee with the Fighter Nulus, the Fighting Cult Succubus Everene, and other prisoners or monsters!"
"This will be an unprecedented gladiatorial contest, and even the Lord of Comoros, Asdubal Victor, will be there to watch!"
......
“Eveline?”
"Who is she? Commander, is she our contact person who infiltrated the Comoros? But Commander, who exactly is she—"