Warhammer Inquisitor

In the gloomy windowless room, Albert Hart was sitting behind the desk. He was looking at the roster and match form on the dark brown wooden table. Albert is the administrator of this "Blood Pleasure" arena. I understand, it is the kind of administrator who sees the sun and no one cares about him.

The big shots are all on it, and the owner of the arena is watching the fight with the dignitaries of Comoros at the moment. Albert can hear the cheers coming from the walls and the rock formations above his head, which are the cheers of countless spectators for the wonderful fight.

And I can only sit here, a ghostly place where no one cares about these things. This is Albert's job, arranging the order of each gladiatorial competition, the number of places and arrangements, of course, and the people who die on it Cross out the name.

Albert sighed, and boredly crossed out another name on the roster. It seems that there are a little more people who died today than usual, and it seems that gladiators need to be added again.

"It seems that you are short of people, right?" A female voice like a nightingale said, Halbe raised her head and looked at the black-haired woman in front of her, and she smiled at Halbe behind the table.

"That's right, the number of people who died today is a little bit more than expected. If no one participates in the next game, today may end in a hurry." Halbe sighed and waved his hands helplessly, "The audience won't like it, honored guest Neither will they."

"Then you are lucky today, arrange for me to play with my sister." The brunette woman said and pointed to the woman behind her. It was a lovely silver-haired girl, as beautiful as her sister, one white and one black The hair color is indeed like a perfect sister.

Albert looked at the black-haired woman in front of him, and the latter smiled and looked at Albert with his hands on his hips, "What are you looking at? The game doesn't wait for anyone. I heard that the fight is probably over."

"You look beautiful." "Thank you." The black-haired woman said with a smile, while Albert sneered and picked up the pen, "So when you die, I hope you can be so "beautiful", your names."

"Melissa and Lilith." The black-haired woman said, Halbe picked up a pen and wrote a new name under a pile of red crosses lightly, after he finished writing, he raised his head and pointed to the corridor next to him with the pen.

"Go get ready, you are lucky, the next gladiator who was supposed to play died, although I think you should die soon, I hope you can last long enough, at least for the audience to watch for a while, so that I'll make arrangements."

The black-haired woman smiled, and reached out to touch the long silver sword on her waist, "I'll do my best, let's go, Lily." She said as she walked towards the corridor on the other side, and her twin sisters also walked in together. She gave Halbe a wink, and then licked her lower lip?

Whether she is hungry or something, forget it, this is not what I should care about, Halbe lowered his head and continued to process his roster.

Lilith briskly walked in the dark corridor with her hands behind her back. There were purple torches burning here, and there were countless thorns and iron fences on one side of the wall. Constantly echoing along the walls.

"Meris? Whose name is that? Another woman you dated?" "My mother's name." Vito responded curtly.

Lilith snorted softly, stood on tiptoe with her hands behind her back, and glanced at the arena outside, like a lively little girl, "So what are we doing here?"

"The Dark Eldar love wrestling, it can be regarded as a national sport, they can have fun watching the wrestling, and they can also obtain soul essence in the painful death." Vito said walking in the corridor, the strange light outside the iron window came from outside the fence. Injected, cut into several sections and irradiated on the side of Vito's face.

He walked along the corridor, with black hair swaying from side to side, "Males also likes to watch gladiatorial fights, especially the most intense ones, and she will never be absent, so we will play some tricks here, and she will come back Find us."

The cheers sounded outside the window again, and Lilith looked up with her hands behind her back, "How did you meet this Mares?" "What's the matter, are you jealous?" "I'm asking you."

Vito stopped at the end of the corridor. He stopped in front of a gate leading to the arena. Vito walked to the iron window next to the black iron gate and looked at the scene. Enter the preparation room.

"The first time I met Marles, she was going to assassinate me. I forgot why." Vito said, Lilith looked at him with her slender waist crossed, "And then?"

"Then we started fighting, and then we hit the bed, you know, just like when I first met you." Vito said with a smile, and Lilith rolled her eyes Sigh helplessly.

Forget it, I have long been used to Vito's promiscuity, but he really has a wide range of objects.

"What are you looking at? Your next bed partner?" Lilith said and leaned forward, and Vito leaned on the side of the bed to make room for her. Vito pointed to the center of the arena.

It was a female spirit warrior, holding a slender long sword, tall and slender, but the most striking feature was that her hair was tied up in a strange high bun, and the silver hair rose with her movements. flying.

She beheaded her opponent with agility, and her movements were graceful like a dance, which was very appreciative.

"She's not a Dark Eldar, but a warrior from the Ark tribe." Vito said, looking at the woman, "Beltin's war dancer, it's really interesting, since an Ark Eldar will appear here."

Vito said, seeing the silver-haired woman walking over with a sword, the entrance gate of the arena opened amidst cheers from the crowd, Vito watched her walk in from the door, the woman and Vito briefly looked at each other, Then he ignored Vito's greeting and walked to the depths of the arena.

Vito looked at her and smiled, and then walked out of the gate. Lilith followed him into the central battlefield of the arena. Vito stood on the battlefield and looked around at the packed audience. They cheered loudly, Call for the next blood and carnage.

Yes, there were a lot of spectators, very much in line with Vito's requirements. He looked up at the host standing on the floating disc above the arena. The man was holding a microphone made of skulls and speaking passionately.

"Dear viewers! These two beautiful ladies are Melissa and Lilith, they are new here, but it looks like they are going to die here today, because their opponents are!"

The host yelled and raised his hand to signal the other side. Following the host's voice, the door on the other side of the arena slowly opened, "Angvar Luke, the master of chariots!"

Amid the thunderous cheers of the audience, a steel chariot was pulled out by a horse with flaming eyes, and a male gladiator stood in the chariot. He was strong, burly, holding a A crescent moon sword with a sharp handle.

"Angwa! Angwa!" The audience shouted excitedly, while the host continued to exaggerate the atmosphere, "Angwa has won nine championships in a row, but it seems that he will be able to win ten championships soon. These two How could such a weak woman be a match for the mighty Angvar?!"

The audience continued to cheer, and Angvar himself raised his saber to accept the cheers. It seemed that he was sure of victory, while Vito watched him laugh and took off his coat and threw it to Lilith.

Vito stood on the battlefield wearing that thin shirt that couldn't hold his chest at all. He raised his finger and made a provocative seductive gesture towards Angvar. Angvar yelled and whipped his horse violently Galloping with a sword in hand.

"Dear sister, do you want it?" Lilith asked Vito, who stood aside and looked at Vito, who waved his fingers, "Just look at it."

The war horse drove towards the carriage at a high speed, and the wheels equipped with razors were spinning rapidly on the ground. The war horse neighed and hoofed in the raised sand and dust, rushing forward like an unstoppable storm of destruction.

Vito stood on the spot and looked at the chariot with a calm face, looking at Angvar above, he swung his saber in his hand to kill, and the audience responded with thunderous cheers.

Vito patted his trouser legs, and then gently pulled out the dagger from his belt. He weighed the dagger and turned it around a few times before raising his head to look at Angvar. The carriage he was driving crashed into Vito. Lilith looked at the dagger. The chariot turned to look at Vito.

The latter threw up the dagger, then grabbed it and threw it out violently. His body swayed slightly forward on the spot. The dagger directly pierced the horse's eye like a flash of lightning, and the neighing horse instantly fell forward. The pulled chariot also hit the horse and knocked it to the ground.

Angwa was thrown into the air, and he hit hard on the ground where a large amount of dust was raised after the chariot overturned. Angwa braced himself up and tried to stand up, and then he saw that the position had not moved in the dust. Vito.

He looked at Angwa with a look of contempt and smiled, "Fragile? Interesting." Vito drew out his long knife and swung it violently. To hold it.

Vito raised Angvar's head, and the scene suddenly fell silent. The host and the audience looked at Vito and Angvar's head in surprise.

"If you want to see a real gladiatorial fight, then arrange for me to fight for a minute before I go on stage next time." Vito said, throwing Angvar's head out, and the head rolled on the ground Several laps.

Vito turned and walked towards the entrance of the arena. He said relaxedly as he passed Lilith, "Let's go, sister, let these wastes see the sand."

Lilith followed Vito, and she followed Vito into the gate, then turned her head slightly to listen to the thunderous cheers outside.

Lilith looked at everything outside the door with her hips crossed and smiled, "It seems that you satisfied them, sister."

"Needless to say." Vito smiled and took the coat and put it on, and walked to the depths of the arena amidst cheers.

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