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The cries of successful bettors and the angry losers echoed each other, accompanied by the deafening explosions of motorcycles above, creating a beautiful scene that could make the Dark Eldar young again.
"Lalis...she did a good job designing the spectacle of gladiatorial combat."
Surrounded by beautiful and alluring maids, Asdubal Victor, the lord of Comoros and leader of the Black Heart Conspiracy, sat on the magnificent throne atop the Comoros Arena in the Dark City, coldly observing everything unfolding before him.
Sitting on this unique and noble throne, Victor was clearly very pleased with himself.
His millennia-long scheming and plotting finally had a moment to be enjoyed.
At the beginning of his life, Slaanesh was just a lowly slave—but over the past ten thousand years, he has risen from the lowest-ranking criminal gang in the Comoros, the "Black Heart Conspiracy," through his emotional intelligence, intellect, and ambition.
He gradually rose from a petty thug to the ruling class of Comoros, and then, with methods that even he himself admired, he made those who tried to stop him, manipulate him, or look down on him die one by one.
To date, no one has been able to escape Victor's pursuit after offending him.
—At least not now.
When exactly will we see the final gladiatorial combat?
While the current motorcycle chase battles may seem somewhat entertaining, he's grown tired of watching them at his level.
He had personally experienced too many such thrilling battles, and they could no longer arouse his interest.
In his return to simplicity, it was only Lailis's outstanding skills that allowed him to feel the passion and beauty of battle.
“Your Excellency, if this is your wish, we will inform the spirit mediums who are organizing the event to end this phase as soon as possible.”
A beautiful maidservant, kneeling respectfully beside him, said, "After this, the remaining survivors will proceed to the final arena stage to complete the final battle."
"Oh?"
Victor frowned.
Something's not right.
"I remember your master has been searching for human Space Marine slaves in various conspiracies these days. Is that true?"
"...Yes, my lord."
This matter was so famous that no one knew why Lyris suddenly ordered her Witchcraft Cult to frantically search for human slaves throughout Comoros, especially large human slaves known as Space Marines.
So much so that almost every conspiracy group is discussing this.
“But what about those slaves?” Victor looked at the other person with a half-smile and said, “If I remember correctly, Lylis said she bought them to prepare for our grand event…”
"Could it be that Lailis has taken a liking to the savage monkeys and that buying some humans is actually a personal hobby of hers?"
Victor said with a smile.
Among the Dark Eldar, playing with slaves is considered one of the healthiest hobbies.
Those like Lyris, who are uninterested in any slaves and focus solely on honing their skills, are truly exceptional.
He was smiling, but Victor's face didn't relax even a little bit.
Although these humans might also serve as sparring partners for Lyris during her preparation phase, he still sensed that something was amiss.
Her greatest opponent in this battle, Evelynn, is an Eldar. The Eldar from the Ark turned into pirates and then into this Witchcraft Cult—why is she looking for human slaves?
Moreover, his informants and spies had never heard of the final fate of the human slaves in Lyris's mansion.
What exactly happened to all these human slaves who suddenly disappeared...?
Having climbed to the top in the dark city of Comoros for so long, Victor's sense of smell is much sharper than that of the average guy.
But without evidence, how could he possibly break the cheers of the crowd?
Even if they wanted to plot a rebellion, the rabble of a few hundred human monkey warriors could not possibly shake the supreme prestige of the Black Heart Conspiracy Chief.
Now, the only ones who can threaten his sinister conspiracy and his own position in Comoros are Rilis and Mars.
He was just thinking about it out of habit.
Forget it, I'll tell my men to keep a closer eye on that Lailis from now on.
".......grown ups."
"Ok?"
Victor, who had been lost in thought, immediately snapped back to reality.
"The final gladiatorial match is about to begin; the battle that everyone has been waiting for awaits us."
......
As the timer ticked down on the scoreboard at the highest point of the arena, motorcycles descended from afar at incredible speeds.
"One, two, three... nine!"
"ten!"
As the last eligible candidate landed, amidst cheers, shouts, and curses from the audience, the final gladiator was chosen.
As for the remaining motorcycles... with a unified explosion, these pathetic losers exploded along with their vehicles, leaving not even a slightly intact corpse behind.
—For the Dark Eldar, this means death, absolute death.
Even with the Blood Spirit's miraculous abilities, they could not revive the Spirit Race whose bodies had vanished without a trace.
Their souls can only report to Slaanesh.
"Lalis!"
"Lalis!"
"Everene!"
Before this final battle, fifteen final gladiators emerged from ten landing motorcycles.
This is quite normal. Although motorcycles are allowed to carry two people, some confident and ruthless individuals choose to break through the encirclement alone to face the final battle.
Take, for example, the proud champion of the Witch Spirit Fighting Cult, Evelynn. This time, she stepped off her motorcycle alone and looked around at her final opponent.
"Wait! There's one more person!"
"There is another person by Queen Lyris's side!"
Even more perplexing is the highly anticipated Arena Queen, Lyris—she's not fighting alone this time; she's accompanied by a mysterious figure draped in a heavy robe, whose true form remains obscured by anyone.
"No, I never thought you would be a coward, Lylis."
"This is your helper?"
Two people got off Lailis's motorcycle, and Evelyn, wearing an expensive headdress, spoke to them in a clearly annoyed manner.
what happened?
Why would the proud Arena Queen bring an assistant to her for a final duel?
How could the gladiatorial contest she had been looking forward to be tainted?
Do not!
There is only one way, and always will be, to prove that she is the ultimate arena queen, and that is...
—One-on-one!
Evelyn's current temperament is extremely volatile; she's the type who'll immediately engage in a life-or-death duel at the slightest provocation.
Her current desire for a one-on-one duel is comparable to that of a certain blue Primarch.
Otherwise, how could they say that people who aren't family don't enter the same door?
"No need, little sister."
Lailis smiled brightly at the other party: "Your only opponent is me... but you'll understand why he's here."
"That's not up to you to decide!!!"
The next moment, the impatient Evelynn raised her scimitar.
But now that things have come to this, what rules are left?
The one who survives this final battle will be the champion!
"Lalis!"
Just as the audience was still surprised that Lylis had brought a helper with her, Evelynn couldn't contain herself and charged at her.
......
"what!"
A deep, bone-revealing wound appeared on Everene's waist.
"Little sister, you lost."
Clearly, Evelynn's one-on-one duel also ended in failure.
In this battle, Lylis did not hold back—as the renowned Arena Queen of Comoros, she naturally had her own pride.
The battle between Evelynn and Lylis was breathtaking, even the clowns in the audience were amazed by their superb skills.
"Unfortunately, this is all you can do."
But in the end, Arena Queen Lylis seized the opportunity, and after Evelynn was rendered incapacitated, she delivered a swift and decisive thrust straight to Evelynn's chest. Then she turned to find her next opponent, leaving Evelynn to die.
Because she was so impatient, it seemed that the biggest suspense of the entire duel was about to come to an end at this moment.
Do not......
no......
Blood was slowly flowing upwards from her chest. Evelyn tried to stand up with difficulty, but her efforts were pathetic and laughable in the face of the fatal wound on her chest.
But she persisted.
Even as she began to hallucinate due to her impending death, and her vision started to blur...
According to Lylis, she was nothing more than one of countless nobodies who wanted to challenge the Arena Queen, and her life or death was of no concern to the other party.
She was just an unknown nobody...
Do not!
An even brighter light flashed from his body.
She can't die... she can't just die here like this!
An obsession, a refusal to die and a desire to continue fighting, drove her to try to stand up again.
She could feel
"Stop, Evelyn."
In her daze, she seemed to see the Grim Reaper who came to reap her... no, not the Grim Reaper, but the guy who had followed Lyris into the arena.
No, she didn't see the mysterious hooded figure at that moment.
Only golden-red flames filled her vision.
At that moment, Evelyn saw a god.
Chapter 239 The Smurfs in the Web (Bonus Chapter for the Alliance Leader!)
"What happened!?"
"Stop her! She's about to explode!"
"Stop her!!!"
Exclamations of surprise emanated from the Victor noble spectator stands, where people had been calmly watching from the highest platform, and spread throughout the arena.
The object of everyone's shock and fear was not Evelynn's opponent, Lylis, but how quickly she had eliminated the champion of the Witch Spirit Cult.
Rather, it was her own nature—Everene was not a dark Eldar. Although she discarded the Soulstone and became an Eldar pirate, her innate psychic talent erupted completely at the last moment of her life.
Having studied the ways of war witches, she possesses extremely powerful psychic talent. However, due to her intense resistance as she faces death, her will is opening a new door from the Comoros to the subspace.
However, this outburst of the soul, to a certain extent, is equivalent to illuminating a guiding light for the demons roaming in the void.
Even though Evelyn was completely unaware that she was connecting to and opening a channel to the subspace, it was clear that she could not let it continue any longer.
"Immediately stop the formation of the portal rift!!!"
"I give the order with extreme annoyance," Victor commanded.