Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 594 43. Duel Cage

"Baby!!! Don't fall-!!!!"

Under the duel cage, Cobb slammed the table, causing the desserts and tea cups on the table to jump. Cobb's other hand was covering the bandage on his forehead, his eyes fixed on the stage.

Opposite Cobb, Team 6 leader Salem, whose face was full of amusement, took a piece of snow-white cake to eat with a smile, but one of his legs was straightened, and an expressionless pharmacist was giving it to him. Broken leg fixation bracket.

As soon as the pharmacist tapped Salem's wound, the lazy Salem screamed, but he didn't forget to stuff the pastry into his mouth.

He was not at all embarrassed as he was when he was pushed to the ground and beaten by Blake just now.

Under the duel cage, there were already tables and chairs, and the Mingzi were shouting and shouting at the two people who were fighting on the stage.

"Butcher! Cut off his left shoulder! Cut off his left shoulder!! That old guy has an old injury on his left shoulder!!!"

Blake's figure swayed, and he leaned over and sailed through the sickle wind of Jeff, the leader of the seventh team on the opposite side. He threw himself into the waves, opened and closed the blunt ax, and the inertia carried it towards Jeff's left arm.

"That guy is a green-skinned player!!! Be patient! Be patient! Fight with him to consume him! Exchange his blood!!"

Steady Dog Jeff took a step back with his left leg and passed sideways to the black butcher. His face was reflected in the smooth and bloody axe.

The scythe was too late to be recovered, and the chain wrapped around the scythe pole drew a graceful arc. His left arm gathered strength, clenched his fist, and punched!

boom! ! !

"cough!!!"

The fist hit Blake's chest firmly, and the already broken breastplate completely lost its final defensive function. The sound of armor fragments falling down was heard. Blake vomited blood mixed with broken teeth in his mouth, but he was empty. But his hand firmly grasped Jeff's forearm.

A brief pause in the fierce battle.

Butz, who was holding a tea cup and sipping tea leisurely, clicked his tongue.

"good!!!"

Cobb slammed the table again, "Boy! Don't you fucking let that old dog continue to use the sickle!!!"

Blake, whose nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his right eye was almost swollen to the point of a seam, flashed his eyes. Jeff wanted to distance himself again, but the left hand caught by Blake prevented him from retreating immediately.

The scythe is a long-range weapon, and the use of the scythe at close range is extremely limited.

Jeff made a quick decision, dropped the scythe, pulled out the machete from his waist and fought with Black.

There was a close fight, and for a while, the stage flashed continuously, and everyone exclaimed that it was very interesting to watch.

"Smoking gun, so ungrateful?"

The lazy Salem grabbed another handful of melon seeds and ate them lazily while watching the stand.

"It's a grudge," Cobb said, "but it's more satisfying to watch that kid take care of that stupid dog - after all, I trained him!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's a pity that I think he has turned his back on you and disowned you."

Salem said, "Why don't we let him come to the sixth group? We are also close. Hey - don't tell me, this kid is really good at it."

Salem said, while recalling the image of Blake breaking his left leg with an elbow just now.

"Go away," Cobb said impatiently, while keeping his eyes fixed on the stage. He watched in horror as Black knocked down Jeff, the leader of the seventh group - even though this kid had just knocked over with the help of an underground bastard punch. There were eight of them, but only old guys like them knew that the Yin Bis in Group Seven were also good underground boxing masters.

The corner of Cobb's eye twitched. He saw that Blake was in pain due to the injury on his right arm and suddenly fell into a disadvantage.

He regretted a little. The wound on the boy's right arm was caused by his sickle.

Cobb thought irritably, did Hezhu lose in the 76th game? If I had known, he would have let it slip in the first scene.

He subconsciously wanted to smoke his gun and light up a cigarette, but the person on the main seat glanced at him, and Cobb smiled awkwardly and retracted his hand.

"Eat," the lazy guy said, stuffing a piece of meat jerky into Cobb's awkwardly retracted hand, "don't worry about your Barbarus specialty."

"I'm anxious."

Cobb whispered, to be fair, he still hopes that Black will win. If Black wins, he will be able to compete with the living fossil Buzz in the next game.

For thousands of years, there really has never been anyone in Mingzi who can compete with Buz on the same stage.

To round things off, Black is going to have a fight with Butz, and Butz has sparred with the Traitor Primarch - Black can pick off the Traitor Primarch!

As if he knew Cobb's little thoughts, Buzz's eyes glanced at Cobb again in the darkness, and Cobb looked away innocently.

“Oh oh oh oh oh!!!”

The crowd gathered at the front of the duel cage suddenly burst into cheers,

"No mouth! No mouth! Our black butcher, who is ruthless and doesn't talk much, will kill the steady dog ​​to death!!!"

Cobb was overjoyed. He slapped the armrest and stood up suddenly. Sure enough, on the stage, Blake Butcher was standing staggeringly, raising his left hand.

Jeff squatted on the ground, holding his abdomen that was broken by the heavy blow and oozing blood.

"Shh-"

The Mingzi suddenly booed. For a moment, those who were cheering when Black was winning, were upset when they were winning, and were simply joining in the fun and shouting, all fell silent within a breath.

In the huge hall, the only sounds were Blake's gasping and Jeff's unsteady breathing.

clatter.

The teacup in Buz's hand made a crisp sound when it touched the saucer.

"...Next game."

Blake's hoarse voice sounded, almost completely breathy.

Blake shook his head, his eyes were scarlet, and he drooped his head and stared at Buz Bella, who was sitting firmly in the main seat in the audience.

"It's time for game seventy-seven...old thing."

Buz sighed softly. He randomly picked up a piece of pastry cream pie, picked it up and swallowed it in one gulp. He also picked up the sickle that was quietly displayed beside him.

Different from the simplicity of other Mingzi, Buz, who has attracted the attention of hundreds of millions of people in the empire, has fine patterns carved on his scythe. Lightning and satin-like patterns are engraved on the scythe handle, and black and dark gold colors alternate with each other. It shows the identity of the person holding the sickle.

"little things……"

Butz said, "I think you won't be happy if you don't fight with me today, right?"

Blake didn't say a word, but once again made a staggering fighting stance.

"Just in time," Buzz climbed onto the stage and pulled Jeff, who then left the stage.

"I also want to clean you up."

The sickle hangs down!

————————————

Hades did not expect that he would be delayed on the Phaos ship for a longer time.

Visit Faos’ technology, then be visited, a passive meeting, and finally a private conversation to plan the next arrangements.

It took him two days and one night.

Walking hurriedly on the deck of Kirkuts, Hades thought about the conversation he had just had with Kirkland.

He asked the sage about the current utilization rate of stars, neutron stars and other planets in the forging world, and came to the conclusion that these planets can be initially utilized...

The fragments of the Burner on Hades's waist are restrained in a silver-white ball that resembles a simple Dyson ball.

The silvery white liquid metal is continuously absorbing the light and heat emitted by the burner.

The Burner is the one with the most "energy" among the Star Gods, and he himself is a blazing little sun.

Not eating the Burner directly, but picking up some of the pure energy emitted by the Burner and eating it, is the way Hades currently thinks of to temporarily relieve his hunger.

As for the Deceiver...Hades directly crushed it and threw it into the Burner, allowing the already crazy Burner to swallow the pieces of the Deceiver's fragments.

He hadn't yet figured out how to eat stars. Hades thought that the star god's diet was stars and souls - souls obviously couldn't continue to be eaten.

The Magnus Stone on Hades' waist swayed.

Then he can only eat stars - in other words, he needs to take in energy.

Now Hades slowly replenishes his physical strength by capturing the light and heat emitted by the Burners.

He needs other ways to get energy.

Hades has already put forward his conjectures and needs to Kirkland. The sage who is so loyal that he is crazy will help Hades establish a "feeding system".

Hades pondered, he felt his hunger seriously, and finally, Hades confirmed that he had not yet reached the critical point of losing control.

As long as he does not use the power of the Star God on a large scale, Hades can maintain a stable state for a long time.

Just wait and see if he can eat the sun...

The lower half of the smooth metal reflects silver light. Hades is currently working on two threads, and the other half of his mind is thinking about the "long-zhong match" with Kirkland just now.

What move they have to make after this.

Because of the development of Hades, the development of human science and technology has not completely stagnated in these ten thousand years. Taking Faos as an example, no less than a thousand new creations have been created.

To Hades's satisfaction, because of his previous expectations, Faos focused most of his technological points on ship navigation.

Some are to improve the performance of the ship, including faster and stronger engines, and a stronger dragon spine...

Some are technologies that can be directly applied to production: a complete dock assembly line plan, a thinker who calculates how to integrate the resources of a star field as quickly and efficiently as possible for ship construction...

Faos has compiled tens of thousands of plans that can be implemented directly, covering almost all planetary conditions. As long as the personnel and planet are in place, construction and production can be carried out immediately.

Hades was extremely pleased with this, which meant that as long as there were no administrative obstacles, the production horse could gallop quickly.

But ship technology alone is obviously not enough.

Previously, due to various reasons, Faos did not want to and could not achieve in-depth cooperation with other forging worlds.

And now...under the command of Hades, these forge worlds will be unified.

Facing various forging worlds, the first thing Hades has to do is to unite them, integrate the most productive templates at present, and then apply them to the entire empire.

The human empire is not without powerful technology, but what it lacks is an environment that can expand production.

What Hades has to do is to implement these powerful technologies, grasp production, and promote labor!

This road will be roughly divided into two aspects. On the one hand, the oil guys who hide their secrets will spit out their technology, and on the other hand, the empire will cooperate with the oil guys' actions.

Communicate with the Sage...This step can bring Kirkland and Jin to come. Of course, Hades will also come forward when necessary...

…

star……

…

Hades was thinking, he raised his eyes and looked at Mingzi in surprise who came out to receive him...his face was covered in blue and red.

Hades frowned. He remembered that this was Jeff, the leader of Group 7. He had only been away for two days. Why was this child suddenly beaten?

"what happened?"

Hades asked in surprise, and then the black area he poked out told the result. Before Jeff could speak, Hades suddenly made a silent gesture,

Hades lowered his voice,

"Duel Cage?"

Jeff nodded, "I haven't informed them of your return yet. I think you should go see the relaxed atmosphere of the war group."

Hades laughed,

"Good job, don't tell them."

As for the reason for the fight, Hades could think of it with a hair's breadth. When he joined the Death Guard, he was directly targeted because the recruits and veterans were not convinced by each other, and because of his relationship with Mortarion.

And now... that was Blake's soul in the black realm just now.

Hades pulled away from the many considerations. He had a lot of emotions. Things were changing, and he didn't know if Mortarion had the complicated mood he has now.

No, Hades was suddenly stunned. Mortarion was absolutely unaware of the small friction in the legion at that time.

He is still reliable, Hades thought with great relief.

"Help me hide it from them, Jeff, come with me to take a look."

Hades said, his pace speeding up almost instantly.

"Here comes my father."

Stable Dog Jeff said, and at the same time quietly in the private channel, commanded the seventh group to move to a chair the size of the original body - do not be discovered by others.

There is also notice to serve refreshments in the canteen.

——————————

Amid the cheers and applause, a large but sneaky figure quietly walked in.

Hades thought he had good sneaking skills. He ducked down and sneaked in from behind people while their eyes were all focused on the duel cage.

On the stage was Buzz, who was beating Black violently. It was obvious that the two duelists were also very engaged and did not notice Pluto.

Hades stared at the stage, Buzz was almost showing off his skills, opening and closing the scythe like a blooming flower, while Blake was obviously holding on, standing with the hanging breath. On stage.

Hades sighed inwardly. He knew that Blake was stubborn, but at this moment, if he persuaded Blake to give up, it would damage a warrior's self-esteem.

Let him fight until the end.

Hades sighed,

At the same time, he was quite pleased with Mingzi's relaxed atmosphere. Hades looked at every familiar face and new face. These young men were very enthusiastic when it came to watching people fight.

This does not prevent them from eating, commenting, and watching the fight.

The duel cage is an important cultural component within Mingzi.

Hades noted this, and his descendants were all aggressive, but at the same time knew how to enjoy life.

Well, this subcategories him!

Hades touched the largest table, which was filled with Macragge-style snacks, such as thousand-layer pastry cream pie, nut cakes, butter biscuits... It can be seen that Mingzi's canteen is also very good. .

Hades thought for a moment and took off his metal mask.

The previous scene flashed before his eyes, and the fragments of the Deceiver, restrained by the darkness, screamed,

[You will never be able to eat safely! ! ! ! ]

Hades blinked. He took off his mask with one hand and picked up a pastry cream pie with the other. After making sure that the dessert in his hand was not some screaming psyker, Hades opened his mouth.

"Hades?!"

Someone in the audience noticed Hades sneaking in quietly and screamed.

At this moment, Hades was squatting at the table, awkwardly holding the cream pie in the air.

At the same time, on the stage, Buzz caught Blake's distraction, reversed the dancing scythe in his wrist, and hit his forehead with the scythe head - Blake fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

"You're still smarter when you're old, kid." Buzz kicked Black, "Pharmacist!"

Then, Buzz turned to look at Hades, and bowed magnificently and solemnly,

"Please call me 2B, my father."

Hades stood up and decided to defend his last dignity. He put down the dessert in his hand, "...you were just dueling for this title?"

"Yes."

Buz Bella said without changing his expression.

"And Buz Bella won."

"...Okay, 2B."

Hades said slowly, "Are you guys still fighting? I seem to have just missed a wonderful scene?"

He didn't want to miss this scene where he could blend in with the Mingzi. He ate and watched the fight on the stage. This seemed like an excellent opportunity to mingle with the Mingzi.

Hades's heart ached at the soft feel of the cream pie between him just now.

Before Hades finished speaking, the underworld disciples began to boil.