Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

The gate to the cell area suddenly rose, and then a Chaos Space Marine holding a giant ax walked into the cell area.

Chen Ye and the other two space warriors immediately stopped arguing when they saw this guy walking in. Although they had conflicts with each other, they both had reasons to live, and they both knew that they could not escape alone.

When there is no way to die, cooperation is the best way.

The Master Executioner of the Oathbreakers warband walked slowly through the cell block with his huge ax in hand. His ax struck the adamantine railings, sending sparks and a heart-wrenching friction sound to each prisoner's ears.

The execution master's gaze swept across every cell. He ignored the prisoners who were kneeling or huddled in the corner, and his gaze inevitably fell on Chen Ye.

"Let me play." Chen Ye looked at the execution master provocatively, "Can a butcher's nail still have the ability to pick people?"

Chen Ye's sarcasm is undoubtedly harsh to the Space Marines of the Forsworn Warband, because it is a very common and powerful sarcasm.

Every Oathbreaker has the Butcher's Nails on his head, and is controlled by the murderous intent and pain brought by the Butcher's Nails. That's true, but calling someone a nail would be a step too far.

"I will chop off your head." The execution master gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger, but he still finished his business first.

His eyes swept across Chen Ye and finally landed on Yao En.

"you."

"you."

The execution master pointed at Yao En, then pointed at everyone in the cell, and selected Yao En, other prisoners, and Chen Ye, a space warrior.

"Count me in, Nail." The blue-armored Space Marine in the opposite cell stood up, stretched out the railing with his arm that had mutated into a tentacle, and hooked twice at the Execution Master.

"Since you want to die...Okay Rhodes! Then I'll add you to the list!" The Master of Execution banged the adamantine railing with his axe, and in his rage, he still included the blue-armored Space Marine named Rhodes.

Rhodes winked at Chen Ye and turned to the execution master: "Don't let that bug come on stage."

The execution master followed Rhodes' gaze and saw Yaoen.

He also recognized that this was a soulless man, but in his opinion this was just a mortal prisoner, nothing more.

In addition, the execution master didn't know whether the soulless man's blood and soul were useful for the ritual, and Kwaine was not in the foundry and couldn't consult. In short, he just let the soulless man participate in the gladiatorial fight and die early.

"Count me in again," demanded the pustule-covered Space Marine, standing up.

Without even looking at him, the execution master designated hundreds of prisoners in the cells, then turned around and walked out of the cell area.

Soon more than ten thousand mortal servants of the Forsworn warband poured into the cell block, opened the adamantine cell door with keys in hand, released all those selected to participate in the gladiatorial battle, and then forced them to line up in long lines.

Most of the prisoners did not know what they were facing. They thought it was an execution and were trembling with fear and refused to leave their cells.

"This is not an execution, this is a fair fight!" The mortal servant waved his ax, intimidating the prisoners who dared not leave the cell, forcing them to get up and leave the cell.

After all the temporary gladiators lined up, Yaoen turned his head and took a quick look, and his biological processor immediately calculated the number of people.

Including the two Space Marines, plus Yao En himself, there were a total of 8,888 people.

Yaoen recalled that Qin Mo once told him how to use numbers to distinguish chaos sects. Those who insist on trying to make up for eight must be the followers of the Blood God. One of these people likes to fight in close quarters.

Just like Grote's brother who believes in brave champions.

Since most of the prisoners were civilians from the forging world, they were naturally used to lining up, so they quickly lined up and were led out of the cell area by the warband servants.

The closer you get to the outside of the cell block, the louder the shouts and shouts of death become.

When he walked to the door, Yao En saw the arena. It was a giant furnace used to store molten metal in the engine foundry. It was half dismantled and decorated with various blasphemous marks. It looked like Tyrone Galaxy III. The giant indoor swimming pool in the world is just the kind without water.

There were many people tied to the thorny pillars decorated with the blood god's mark around the arena, and they seemed to be the upper echelons of the forging world.

Only half of the governing sage's body was left, with a metal hook piercing his head and hanging on a pillar, but he was not dead. His two electronic eyes were rotating to observe the surrounding situation.

The arena was surrounded by Forsworn Space Marines and a large number of mortal servants, all attracted by the gladiatorial combat.

It seems...this ceremony needs an audience.

"Get your weapons!"

A modified red transport plane covered with spikes flew to a stop in front of 8,888 people. The people on top immediately threw down piles of weapons.

There are no good items in these weapons, not even guns, only axes, sticks, swords and the like.

"Follow me soon." Chen Ye turned around and whispered to Yaoen, then picked up two long knives.

"Don't take away other people's weapons!" the servant on the transport plane yelled.

As soon as the servant finished speaking, his entire upper body was cut in half. The others did not see clearly who killed him. They only saw some blood on Chen Ye's swords.

The nearby mortal servants and Space Marines showed no reaction at all when they saw one of their own being killed, just a glance.

"Then let's find some compensation from you!" Chen Ye took out the servant's knife and handed it to the mortal prisoner behind him.

Rhodes picked up two sticks and handed one to Yaoen: "It seems that you are not a particularly powerful soulless person. At least when I stand next to you, I just feel like I am in a pile of ant-cow dung, so I am not unable to use my soul." able."

Although he was not convinced, Yaoen admitted in his heart that Rhodes was right, that is, his soulless characteristics were not strong. Assuming that his wife or daughter were here, it would be strange for Rhodes not to vomit and vomit.

Yaoen glanced at Rhodes, then picked out a weapon and held it in his hand.

The team slowly moved towards the arena, and everyone who passed by the transport plane picked a weapon.

Everyone continued to move forward and entered the battlefield in the center of the arena.

The gladiators sent by the Oathbreakers warband also arrived. There were 888 of them in total. Except for a hundred or so Space Marines, the others were all mortal servants.

Some of the Space Marines of the warband were advancing forward with giant axes held high, and some took off their power armor, as if they wanted to use more glorious means to win this gladiatorial battle.

The battle is imminent.

Chen Ye excitedly raised his swords and prayed to the emperor.

Rhodes spoke very affectionate words into the air.

The captives prayed to Om Messiah.

Yaoen picked up the black pendant given by Qin Mo a few years ago and put it on his forehead: "Guide me, my god."