Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

There is a faint light in the dark and wide corridor, which is the brilliant light shining from the end of the dark corridor ahead. The lights of various colors like neon lights are scattered into the corridor and reflected on the cracked ground. on the reflective broken bricks.

Countless fragments are projected by the light, just like puddles on the ground after rain, interweaving countless rays of light and shooting them everywhere in the corridor. In that dim space, the iron cage located in the darkness of the corridor is illuminated by the light. It illuminated the edge, and the smooth iron rod reflected a little bit of luster.

The light also shone on the tall figure sitting cross-legged among them. The red giant's forehead was dimly illuminated by the light, and the remaining half of his face was shrouded in darkness. It sat in the shadow of the light, silently Sitting upright.

Suddenly, the red giant raised its head slightly. It heard the sound of a door opening on the wall behind it. It was a small door that suddenly slid open from one side of the wall. Its size was only enough for an ordinary person of average height. Passing alone, no wild beast can get through the narrow door.

"Go and open that cage!" A voice cursed from inside the door, and then a human slave wearing tattered clothes was pushed out from the door. After he was kicked out of the shadow of the small door, he glanced nervously at the iron Cage, and then planned to escape back through the door, but as soon as he turned around, he saw the shining lightning spearhead behind him.

The man inside the door held a spear and stabbed the poor man outside, forcing him to step back in order not to be stabbed. The slave looked at the dark golden lightning spear flashing inside the door and swallowed. He took a sip and looked nervously at the huge iron cage behind him, at the giant sitting in it.

"Open the cage! You idiot! Open it and run back!" The Eldar guard inside the door shouted loudly, pointing his spear at the cage on the next side, and then stretched out his spear to drive the slaves back.

The slave looked at the spear that was constantly waving in front of him, and then retreated to the door of the cage. He nervously tilted his head to look at the giant sitting in the iron cage. His scarlet skin looked extremely bright under the dim light of the light. Under the huge, lowered head, there seemed to be an eye looking at him.

The giant sat in silence and did not move at all. The slave swallowed nervously. He walked to the latch in front of the iron cage door. After hesitating at the lock, he grabbed the big lock with both hands. Then he pulled it out suddenly.

The heavy bolt was pulled out of the slot, and then due to its weight, the slave suddenly lost his grip and hit the ground heavily. The slave in ragged clothes grabbed the end of the bolt with his hand and tried to pull it off. He raised his hand, but immediately let it go.

He watched as all the fixed locking points on the iron cage in front of him slid outward one by one. The circular fixed anchor points rotated and poked out of the plane. After a low roar, the huge iron cage door slowly moved towards The outside slides open.

The slave was startled and let go of the latch, intending to run back to the small door. But as soon as he took one leg out, he was tripped by the heavy latch that fell in front of him. He fell to the ground with his elbow. The skin was scratched on the ground, and there was a burst of pain.

But the slave ignored the pain in his hand. He turned over and looked at the big hand on the other side that grabbed the edge of the cage. The huge palm slowly pulled back, driving a tall figure out of the cage. Emerging from the shadow, the tall body slowly stepped out of the iron cage.

The slave who fell aside looked at the giant who got up with fear. He looked at the terrifying red giant who stood up in front of him. His tall body almost reached the high ceiling in the corridor. The slave was staring at him. The giant also lowered his head and looked down at the slaves on the side.

The one eye on his face looked at him in the hazy light. The slave was so frightened that his heart almost stopped. He had seen too many slaves like him who failed to escape in time when opening the beast's cell door. The sight of being torn to pieces by those terrifying monsters, he once thought he would not be so unlucky, but now, he knew he was wrong.

The slave's hands on the ground were trembling violently, and his dilated pupils in the darkness were shaking with fear. He looked at the tall giant so close beside him, and it seemed that in just a moment, he would come up and grab him, and then pull him away. Cut into two sections and eat.

But the Cyclops didn't do that. He just looked at the slave. Suddenly, at the end of the corridor ahead, there was a burst of cheers from the flashing lights. Among the sounds, a loud voice shouted Shout out.

"Let us have mercy on Thor Constantine and his beast, the Bloody Butcher!"

The Cyclops raised his head and looked at the source of the sound. After a moment of silence and complaining about the terrible name in his mind, he walked past the slave. The slave lying on the ground looked at the passing beast in surprise. , he did not attack himself, did not tear himself into pieces and then eat them, he just took a look and walked over.

The slave had never seen such a sight, such a beast. The monster seemed very special. He couldn't tell what was special, but it just felt special.

The spear-wielding spirit tribe inside the small door stood up. He stood at the door and looked at the red giant walking away, as well as the slave who was lying on the ground watching the giant walk past and survived. He was quite surprised, but then he still raised his long spear. Spear yelled at the slave, "Why are you sitting there when you're not dead?! Come here!"

After hearing this, the slave immediately got up and ran into the small door on the side with his back to the dim light shining from the end of the corridor. The door was quickly closed, and the dim light shone on it. In the direction he was heading, the Cyclops faced the gradually increasing light and walked out of the dark corridor.

Magnus walked out of the door, and instantly countless ghostly and weird lights shone on his face. Magnus's one eye immediately shrank into a slit under the strong light. He looked at the cheering crowd around him. The tall body stepped heavily into the arena surrounded by high walls.

A harsh roar attracted Magnus's attention. He moved his eyes away from the spectators standing in the auditorium around him, whose figures were illuminated by various lights, and looked at the gladiator standing with him. The war beast in the field, the tall evil dragon standing on two legs, opened its bloody mouth full of fangs and roared at Magnus.

The Cyclops looked at it, and then at the host in the middle of the two beasts. He was wearing the short gentleman's hat. He looked at the beasts entering on both sides and raised their heads, turning their bodies and looking around at the cheering people. The audience raised their hands, "Are you ready?!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The audience roared hysterically. Under the blurred lights, countless pairs of arms were raised high and waved under the neon lights. Their shouts came from the layered audience like waves. The waves swept over the table, one after another, stimulating Magnus's auditory senses.

The sound was like a catalyst, and Magnus suddenly felt a strange sense of anger, but he was not swallowed up by the wild anger, and the war beast in front of him was different. The giant dragon on the armored back raised its head, and its slender spear-like tail was raised high behind it.

It roared, and the sound was mixed with the shouts of the surrounding cheering audience. In the waves of roaring and tsunami waves, the host raised his arms and shouted into the air, "Killing, begin!"

His voice shouted, and then suddenly turned into a flickering phantom, disappearing on the field. Magnus raised his head and looked at the holographic drone above his head, and the thing quickly rose into the air. , the host flew away from the scene with the holographic projection.

"Kill that one-eyed dragon! Pull off its eyes!" The bald animal trainer, covered in scars and tattoos, pulled off the long whip from his waist, swung it out of thin air, and then whipped out a sonic boom in the air, followed by a whip. On the giant dragon beast below, the side of its head that was not covered by armor was suddenly hit by a whip and it screamed.

The beast roared angrily, and suddenly unfolded the razor claws on its hands. It roared at Magnus in front of him, who also looked at it, and then turned to look at Vito, who was standing on the high platform behind him. .

He stood there smiling and looking at Magnus below. He stood under the flashing brilliant lights, and behind him, Lilith walked up from the lights, took off the whip from her waist and handed it to Vito , the meaning couldn’t be more obvious.

Magnus looked at the whip, and then turned his eyes to look at Vito who was standing high up. He turned his head and glanced at the whip that Lilith handed over, then smiled and shook his head slightly to reject the thing, Taming the Beast Master Vito turned his head, looked down at the Cyclops, folded his arms and laughed.

"Think of it as a wild wolf. Now, go and prove to me that you knocked out one of his hearts that day." Vito said with a smile on his face, raised his face that was fully illuminated by the light, and looked forward. That ferocious beast.

After hearing this, Magnus turned sideways. He looked at the roaring beast in front of him and smiled slightly. He didn't know if the beast saw that smile. It opened its bloody mouth and charged forward with a roar. Come up.

The three claws on its legs and feet slammed on the ground, rubbing against the fire and rushing towards Magnus. The steel dragon raised its razor-like claws towards the Cyclops and scratched Magnus on the head. down.

The red giant suddenly bent his knees, then stepped forward suddenly and grabbed the clawed arm of the war beast. He hit it directly with his shoulder and pulled it up from his shoulder. He threw it over his shoulder and smashed it behind him. On the wall, the bulging carapace on the back of the Flesh Tearer Dragon suddenly shattered the wall behind it.

A large piece of gravel fell from it to the ground. Amidst the splashing white dust, the Flesh Tearer just raised his head and saw Magnus rushing up. He stepped forward and slammed his shoulder into the war beast's. The chest hit it hard and embedded it into the wall. The evil dragon raised its slender head and roared into the air.

The surrounding spectators cheered and waved their arms, and among the thousands of waving arms, Magnus' palm on the side of the impact suddenly clenched his fist, and hit the Flesh Tearer with an uppercut. on the chin, and instantly knocked it out.

The Flesh Tearer flew up in front of Magnus. The beast passing through the air suddenly caused hysterical cheers from the surrounding audience. The dragon suddenly hit the outside of the auditorium on one side, and its body directly hit The armrests of the auditorium were broken, and the audience retreated under the collapsed ruins and collapsed ground.

People looked at the sharp claws that slowly lifted up and then suddenly grabbed onto the outer wall of the auditorium. The flesh-tearer's claws grasped the wall, and his legs were slightly bent to step on the protruding auditorium beneath him. On the top, it looked at Magnus roaring angrily below, twitching its sharp tail and jumping down.

The war beast pounced on the red giant below, and its sharp claws and bloody mouth attacked Magnus's neck, but the latter stepped forward to face the war beast, grabbed its arm, and then repeated the same trick Shi, dragged it and threw it towards the wall on the side, but this time, the Flesh Tearer did not hit it like last time.

The bipedal dragon suddenly stepped on the wall, and then its tall body actually stepped on its long legs and started running quickly along the wall. It circled Magnus and strode past, then twitched its tail violently and stabbed it all at once. Towards the Cyclops on the field.

The Flesh Tearer was very fast. When it ran quickly around the wall, Magnus was unable to see its position clearly for a moment. So when the tail stabbed, Magnus was also suddenly hit. Attack, his back was suddenly pierced by the spiked tail.

Blood dripped from the red mane to the ground. Magnus was stimulated by the pain on his back. He clenched his fists and looked back suddenly. Then he saw someone suddenly stepping up from the wall. The Flesh Tearer rushed forward under the pull of its tail. It rushed past Magnus, and its razor-like claws left a scarlet wound on the red giant's chest.

Three wide scratches left horrifying deep marks on Magnus's chest. Rolling blood flowed out from the cracks. The red blood mixed with the red skin and mane for a while, making it impossible to see. It was not clear whether he was bleeding or not. Only when it was illuminated under the light, and the wounds reflecting the blood-red luster could make people sure that he had indeed been hit.

Magnus bent his body forward slightly, and the Flesh Tearer whizzed past him. The spiked tail stabbed on his back was also withdrawn. There was also a wound on his back, with red blood flowing out of it.

The Cyclops suddenly knelt on one knee because of the pain. He turned his back to the standing bipedal dragon behind him. It stood up high with its slender feet and roared into the air. The audience cheered and jumped on both sides. In the audience, the animal trainer standing in front of the long flashing cloth also raised his whip with a smile on his face.

"Kill it! Buckle off its eyes! I will decorate those eyes on my belt!" The trainer roared and struck the bulging carapace on the back of the Flesh Tearer with a whip. The evil dragon lowered its head, roared loudly at Magnus, who was kneeling on the ground, and then rushed forward.

Vito, who was standing on the high platform, still had his arms folded. He looked at Magnus, whose chest was dripping with blood. Next to him, Lilith was holding a whip with one hand on her hips, looking at the kneeling Cyclops, "Look. Get up, he’s not very good at physical combat, is he?”

"He is a scholar, not a savage from some wild world. Prospero advocates knowledge and rationality, so he is not very good at and does not train in hand-to-hand combat or fighting." Vito crossed his arms and looked at Burial Magnus bowed his head, and blue lights flashed from the lights above his head, illuminating his hair and face.

Lilith's silver hair next to him also reflected different lustres under the various lights. She held the whip and looked at the charging flesh tearer, "So, he is going to be pushed to the ground. The rhythm of friction?”

"Him? My dear, what can I say about this big guy in front of you? He is also a primarch, isn't he?" Vito smiled and looked at the Flesh Tearer who rushed behind Magnus. The monster roared and slammed into the body. After the spiked tail behind him was thrown back, it stretched out and stabbed Magnus from the side in front of him.

The roaring tail instantly stabbed Magnus, but the latter suddenly squatted on the ground and twisted sideways to avoid the shooting tail. The spiked tail shot from Magnus. Si passed by, and the latter suddenly grabbed the tail.

The bare-chested Eldar trainer was shocked when he saw that scene. He watched Magnus suddenly stand up. He grabbed the Flesh Tearer's tail with both hands, roared and pulled it sideways and rearward. The giant's strong arms caused the Flesh Tearer's body to instantly lose its balance, and the root of the tail caused the giant dragon to fall to one side under the huge pulling force.

Its legs lost balance and fell heavily sideways to the ground. Then Magnus roared and grabbed the tail and swung it. The tall Flesh Tearer was dragged around on the ground like a handful. The hammer head of the meteor hammer is the same.

The audience exclaimed as they watched the scene below. Together with the trainer, they watched the Flesh Tearer spinning rapidly on the ground, almost turning into an afterimage. Its body was pulled by its tail and moved along the surrounding ground. The high circular wall was spinning and twitching.

Suddenly, Magnus stepped in front of him with a heavy step, and the mane-covered instep instantly shattered the ground. Then he pulled his arm back, twitching the tail back and stopping it at the same time. The Flesh Tearer was spinning around, and he whipped it into the air, causing the Flesh Shredder to fly into the sky under the fierce whipping of its tail.

It was raised high, its limbs and head were spinning around in the air, and then it was suddenly pulled down by Magnus and hit the ground heavily. The place where it landed was instantly shattered. Large tiles and a large number of debris flew out from around its armored back.

The Flesh Tearer fell to the ground. It growled and put its claws on the ground to stand up, but as soon as it raised its armored back, it was slammed back to the ground. Magnus stepped forward and stepped on its back. on the ground, stomping it heavily on the ground and grabbing one of its paws.

The Flesh Tearer screamed, its body was stepped on the ground, and its tail was grabbed tightly by Magnus, and it was violently pulled toward the outside. The beast under it howled, and under the bright lights all around The lower tail was torn off.

Magnus stepped on the armored back of the dragon. When he stepped on the wide armored surface, his legs exerted force, and his arms violently twitched outwards with a roar. The terminal muscles of the tail tore instantly, connecting Its tendons were also torn apart, and it screamed with its entire torn tail, which was lifted high by Magnus.

Magnus raised the spiked tail, then grabbed the wailing Flesh Tearer on the ground, lifted it up suddenly and held it in front of him. A large amount of blood dripped from the interface of the torn tail. , the bottom of the armored legs that lifted it were stained with a pool of blood.

The flesh-tearer's armor-covered neck was grabbed by Magnus. The red giant grabbed it high. The other hand holding the severed tail was pulled back, and he thrust forward like a Holding a dagger, Magnus used the beast's own bony spikes to pierce the chitinous carapace of its chest.

The hard armor shattered instantly under the impact of the spiked tail, which was also made of the same material. The armor on the chest was penetrated, and the tail was buried deeply into its chest among the flying armor fragments.

The Flesh Tearer kicked its legs hard in the air, waving its claws wildly on both sides and struggling, but it was tightly held in the air by Magnus, and the Cyclops' palm held its neck firmly. The flesh-tearer's long pointed head was made to look at the top of his head, unable to point the big mouth at him and bite him.

Magnus released his hand that was holding the severed tail and then popped forward, grabbing the bony tip of the spiked tail, then grabbed that place and pulled down sharply, and the spikes instantly tore the Flesh Tearer apart. A huge wound was exposed on his chest.

The Cyclops treated the creature in its own way, and repaid it twice as much. The Flesh Tearer left three scarlet wounds on its chest, and Magnus would combine the three wounds into one, It left a deeper tear on its body.

The blood of the drum poured down from the crack like a waterfall. The beast's intestines, internal organs and a large number of abdominal organs rushed out from it along with the blood. The blood-red intestines slid down and hit Magnus's body. The instep slipped again, and the Flesh Tearer looked up to the sky and howled in pain.

Magnus looked at the beast that was being strangled by his neck. His one eye glared suddenly, and then his hand holding the spiked tail smoothly released, and he directly drove into the wound on the flesh-tearer's chest. The thick arm was buried directly in, piercing deeply into its torn flesh.

The Flesh Tearer screamed heart-breakingly, and its body continued to twitch as the palms explored the wound, but soon the Flesh Tearer would no longer twitch, because Magnus's hand moved from its He pulled out the crack in his chest and pulled out something deeply buried in it.

It was a beating heart, a huge and powerful heart that drove the beast's body, and now it was pulled out by Magnus, tearing off all the blood vessels and forcefully pulling it out.

The heart was lifted high by Magnus. He displayed the heart under the light, holding the Flesh Tearer in his hand. After the heart was pulled out, he let out a long mournful cry, and then his whole body became limp. It collapsed, its claws dropped to its sides, and its legs dropped to the ground.

Magnus carried the beast's body as if it were a dead fish. The Cyclops suddenly threw the body out and smashed it against the wall on the side. As it flew away, it hit the wall in the distance. On the wall, all the internal organs in the torn belly of the beast were spilled out, spreading all over the ground of the arena along the flight path.

Its armored back hit the wall, instantly shattering the wall. The collapsed body fell heavily to the ground. The slender dragon head hung limply on the ground, and its tongue slipped from it and fell to the ground.

Magnus raised the heart high, and he stood under the light and looked around at the audience. Everyone looked at the red giant on the field in silence. There was no cheering, no conversation, no sound, and a dead silence.

This seems to be a little different from what Magnus imagined. Isn't this what barbarian gladiatorial combat is like? Then there was a burst of cheers and so on. Why didn't they respond?

Our great professor was stunned for a while, and then suddenly remembered that every time he saw Russ yelling in the air after fighting with others, so after some hesitation, Magnus also He raised his head, opened the big mouth under his one eye into the air, and roared with a thunderous sound.

The roar that roared out with all its strength instantly filled the entire high space of the Colosseum. The roar echoed throughout the hall and the walls, just like the howl of the alpha wolf of a pack. The audience on the surrounding stage finally responded. As they stood up, thousands of shouts came in like a tsunami.

"Red Giant! Bloody Butcher!"

Everyone raised their arms and cheered. Magnus held up the blood-red heart and looked around at the crowd to receive their cheers. Then he turned around and pointed the heart deliberately at the Eldar trainer, as if It was mocking him. He wanted to dig out his own eyes and make them into decorations before. Now look, who turned them into decorations?

The Eldar Beast Tamer slammed his whip on the ground in annoyance. He turned around angrily and strode towards the light curtain behind him. After opening the curtain, he got into it and left this shameful place.

The trainer's angry departure made the atmosphere even more heated. Amidst the cheers from all around, Magnus looked at Vito. He slowly put down the heart in his hand and gestured to him that the heart was still beating. The heart seems to be silently proving something.

Standing on the high platform, Vito smiled and hugged his arms, nodding slightly to express his affirmation. He knew that the Cyclops had indeed knocked out the heart of the wild wolf that day.

Magnus sighed with satisfaction, and then he seemed to notice the warm heart that was still beating. He looked at the blood dripping from the back of his hand and threw the heart on the ground.

The one-eyed professor Huan looked around at the mess he had made, the broken organs on the ground, the intestines and the heart in the blood, and the disemboweled beast in the corner raised its head slightly. He muttered quietly.

"How can I be like a barbarian? Like Russ?!"

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