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But as time went on, she discovered her psychic potential and changed her path to become a war witch.
Later, seemingly driven by an innate fighting spirit, she switched her training to the path of a warrior, becoming a ferocious avenger.
Finding all of this uninteresting, she chose to leave the Ark world and become a wanderer, eventually developing into a well-known pirate leader.
Until a mutiny within the pirates forced her and her loyal crew to flee into the Webway and into Comoros, the capital of the Dark Eldar.
Then she made a name for herself in the arena as a witch-spirit succubus.
Between the two, Nulus obviously won't get any attention.
To many Comorian residents, he was merely an extra in the plan, used by the two champions as an appetizer to entertain the audience.
In any case, in the eyes of the Eldar, especially the Dark Eldar who retain the deepest arrogance of the ancient Eldar empire, no other race can compare to their champion gladiators.
"Alien..."
"You'll regret this."
Titus gripped his power sword tightly.
......
As time went by, the day of the gladiatorial contest finally arrived amidst great anticipation.
Crucibael—the most magnificent arena in the universe, a place of revelry with a gladiatorial arena the size of a city and a grand theater carved from living jade—is once again filled with thunderous applause.
The arena, spanning countless levels and the size of an entire city, was packed with cheering spectators, while airships and machinery hovering in the air surrounded the entire arena.
Such a grand event would even attract the attention of Victor, the leader of Comoros.
The audience's enthusiasm for the gladiatorial combat meant that it wouldn't end with just a simple fight between Lyris and Ifreni.
Clang!
Although Titus did not understand what was happening in the outside world, or what kind of enemies he would face in the future.
But even in this arena surrounded by aliens, he still felt not the slightest bit of fear.
Even without Kasgar, he would still perish together with those vile aliens before returning to the Golden Throne.
"Brother, are you ready?"
Beside Titus stood a Space Marine clad in iron-gray power armor, shorter and wider than Titus. In the gladiatorial combat of these days, the two had always managed to cooperate when facing their enemies.
He was a Space Marine of the Iron Empire, and his genetic father was Peturabo.
This is how that person introduced himself.
Although, according to the current narrative of the human empire, this guy is absolutely a traitor among traitors.
But when faced with a common alien enemy, they had become companions who could barely trust each other.
Who is our opponent?
As the two looked around back to back—there were many more people emerging from the four sections of the arena.
The Eldar shamans, Space Marines, Orc warlords, and traitors who had sided with Chaos—the entire arena descended into a pathetic chaos.
A sorcerer spirit stood in front of Titus.
She wore an elaborately crafted helmet, a Gorgon crown-shaped, meandering megaphone that amplified her screams through every loudspeaker and speaker in the stadium. She began to sing a new song, its melody like shattered glass and screaming metal, accompanied by the cheers of the crowd.
This is also the scene that many Comoros spectators have been hoping to see.
—Although they couldn't witness Queen Lyris's perfect assassination from this venue, they could at least participate in the center of this most magnificent gathering of the Dark Eldar.
"Are they our enemies?"
The Iron Warrior said in his deep voice, "We will go and find those Space Marines. As long as we can temporarily form an alliance, no one can defeat our union."
"No, it's not that simple."
when!
Accompanied by the explosive roar of the Dark Eldar, a massive monster cage descended from the sky.
"This is our enemy?"
"A brainless beast?!"
Emerging from the alien cage was a gigantic alien—it had an insect-like body and limbs, but was far larger than an ordinary insect, and its incredibly hard shell could even withstand the slashing of a single molecular blade.
Even the creature's standing limbs were equipped with organic weapons, which spewed out large chunks of bio-plasma the moment it roared.
"Perhaps we should attack them one by one."
"It is Titus said with a somber expression."
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Comoros high-level port.
"Go down!"
A conspirator was driving his herd forward.
Judging from his current gains, they are quite substantial—not only have he acquired many strong and healthy human slaves who can be played with for a long time, but he has also captured several Space Marines in the battles of raiding.
In the words of the wild monkey, this should be his name.
Unfortunately, due to the prey's strong resistance, he lost many of the conspiracy group's henchmen during the capture.
The cost of reshaping his body according to the agreement was another large sum, and after all that, he only had a small amount of money left.
But they have no choice but to sign: if they don't even have the Blood Puppet Agreement, no slightly shrewd thug will choose to join their conspiracy and work for them.
Fortunately, the goods were of good quality, which was able to mitigate his losses to some extent.
"Come, sir, take a look at our newly arrived top-quality goods—this savage monkey killed several of our best men during the capture process. In the end, I even had to personally take action, working with everyone to use poison crystals to accumulate a sufficient dose of anesthesia before slowly dragging it into a coma to complete the capture."
"Our intrigue group has recently heard that you are planning a grand event—"
"His strength is boundless; even I suffered a slight loss against him. Though he is indeed a bit clumsy, the pressure he exerts in actual combat is quite considerable—perhaps a powerful warrior could truly shine in your mistress's arena..."
The Salamander Space Marine heard that disgusting hissing voice from the alien once again.
That damned alien raider seems to be communicating with a gorgeously dressed female alien.
Although he couldn't understand the strange language of these aliens, judging from his body language and expressions, this guy was probably trying to please them.
He was trying to use himself to earn some despicable reward.
Pooh.
The fire lizard thought dismissively.
If the other side hadn't threatened him with civilians, making him somewhat hesitant to fight, the final outcome would still be uncertain!
The two sides then engaged in a brief exchange, which concluded with the female alien handing over several tokens to the other party, while the restraints binding the salamander were handed over from the conspirator's hands to the other party.
The upcoming duel between Arena Queen Lylis and rising Fighting Champion Ifreni is the hottest topic in Comoros today.
To prepare for this magnificent event, all the Witchcraft Cults will make thorough preparations and send their most powerful and proudest gladiators to the competition.
Even the strongest gladiators are merely minor NPCs in front of Lyris, but the honor of fighting against the incomparably powerful Arena Queen is enough to make all the Dark Eldar ecstatic.
And it is precisely because this battle requires more powerful gladiators to highlight it that the Witchcraft Cult and the Conspiracy are searching the world for suitable individuals.
"You should feel fortunate to have been chosen by the hostess."
The fire salamander was startled.
Suddenly, the female alien who was leading them spoke to him in Gothic, a language he was familiar with.
"You understand our language?"
"It's not just about knowing."
There was a hint of sourness in the alien's words: "Soon, we'll all be working together."
Working together?
What is this alien saying?
The elevator we were riding ascended rapidly, finally stopping at the top of the elevator, where there was no sign, in front of a magnificent and ornately decorated alien hall.
"The hostess has invited him; please bring him over."
The Dark Elf at the gate, dressed in light clothing adorned with multiple spikes and black leather armor, spoke.
"here it is--"
In this alien palace, the salamander spotted something unusual, completely out of place in the surrounding dark environment...
A figure in shades of purple and gold.
.......
Comoros Stadium.
Boom!
As Titus pried open the chitinous skull of the Swarm Tyrant, a precise artillery barrage was unleashed in conjunction with the Iron Warrior.
The damned giant worm, already riddled with holes from the previous battles, finally collapsed, trembling, and ceased to move.
solved.
Seeing the Hive Tyrant, whose outer shell was riddled with cuts yet still thrashing about, finally collapse with a roar, the two Space Marines could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The Hive Tyrant is a worthy opponent.
This first battle took a considerable toll on Titus's energy—while fighting the giant insectoid, they also had to be constantly on guard against other gladiators in the arena taking advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack.
Moreover, this guy was an enemy he had never faced before—the Tyranid swarm was an enemy that Tytus had rarely heard of, and this was the first time he had faced such an endless array of alien beings.
"Is it alright?"
"It's alright, just be careful."
He accepted the hand extended by the steel warrior.
More battles awaited him, and he couldn't afford to fall in this alien arena.
Amidst cheers, shouts, and fights, a motorcycle stopped in front of them.
Immediately afterwards, the location of their next battle reappeared on the projection screen on the motorcycle, marked with red dots.
Vehicle combat.
This grand feast prepared by the Dark Eldar would certainly not end with such a monotonous arena battle.
Clearly, this was not just a simple clash of weapons—if it were, it would be an extremely uninteresting and uncreative event.
The Dark Eldar cannot tolerate boredom.
Moreover, according to the translation displayed on the screen, these motorcycles were also equipped with bombs that were impossible for inferior intelligent beings to remove, based on Eldar technology. If anyone dared to drive this motorcycle off the battlefield, they would be met with a direct aerial fireworks display, their spray of flesh and blood adding further brilliance to the entire battle.
"It says here that it can only carry a maximum of two gladiators—prepare to break through the encirclement."
Titus pressed down on the disintegration field of the sword in his hand once again.
For him, the battle is far from over.
......
The roar of motorcycles, accompanied by the shouts of the Comoros audience, echoed throughout the high-rise stage.
Of course, there were also more intense explosions and blood rain spraying from the sky, while the light from the contestants firing laser cannons and poison crystal weapons at each other filled the entire sky.
To the Eldar, whether it's humans or orcs racing cars, it's nothing more than wild monkeys driving some extremely slow toy.
Only the speed of the great Eldar motorcycles can be described as such, and only the Eldar can rely on their innate reflexes and agility to drive high-speed motorcycles and engage in fierce battles with their opponents in the sky.
Occasionally, artillery fire and motorcycles would crash into the stands amidst the roar, clashing with the residents sitting there and struggling to escape from the cheering crowd.
Of course, only a few were able to escape.
Most of the contestants, who are left dazed and confused, will face the friendly and hospitable residents of Comoros—who will give them a warm welcome when they fall here.
Until they are dismembered, their remains are used as a memorial to those who participated in the event.
It's bloody, exciting, and full of spectacle and challenge.
Even after some of the most popular contestants are eliminated, the organizers will provide other people in the venue with unusual drinks—like the tears of that supporter, or something else more bizarre and provocative...