Warhammer: Start with a dog

Lucius was running wantonly on the sand under the spotlight, and the pair of exquisite but superficial ceremonial daggers had been left in the corpses of his second and third opponents respectively.

Now he is holding in his hand the alien scimitar he just snatched from the mercenary in the fourth scene who thought he could defeat him without a weapon - a very rough iron bar with average balance. On ordinary days, he would not be able to do it at all. He wouldn't let his fingers touch such a crude iron bar, but now, it seemed that if he wanted to get the weapon, he could only seize it from his opponents who were getting upgraded one after another.

His limbs stretch like some kind of lightning elf in the atmosphere, and his secret blood lust no longer has any cover up here. Now that he is here, all he needs to do now is enjoy this big stage built for him, servo The skulls flew up and down around Lucius in the sky above him, showing everyone the fatality, danger and death contained in his beauty, and he was generous enough to do so.

The idea that the female lord wants to use him as the main course for her and the bloodthirsty audience is no doubt wonderful, but the largest arena that can be built on an Ignis-class heavy cruiser is limited by the size of its hull. It is grand, dangerous and challenging enough in the cognition——

For example, this arena does not require him to jump around on various broken planetary debris, agricultural platforms spraying chemicals, or huge branches, nor does it hide too vicious traps under the ground or make people directly The corrosive solution pool of death does not even arrange for some large carnivorous flying creatures or giant spiders to carry out long and painful predatory executions on the "blood food" thrown into it. In most cases, there is no need to guard against coming from the air and air. The attack here made Lucius feel that the battle process was much easier.

It is a gladiatorial arena that does not exceed the most vicious human imagination. It is shaped like a giant bowl, with fences, a decent moat, decent lights, and a decent sand ground. Well - the bunkers used to set off the atmosphere, some of them are from the Astra Militarum. Old weapon boxes, vehicle wreckage and sandbags from the Imperial Navy's gang dotted the venue. They were useless except for slowing down the movement of a giant like Lucius in most situations.

"If you can survive to the sixth game." The female lord said to him, "I will allow you to come forward and kiss my hand and choose a weapon; and if you complete all eight challenges - before I There has never been such a feat in the banquet, so in order to reward you, I can satisfy one of your requirements. "

"Any requests?"

The Gorda female lord raised her finely trimmed and slender eyebrows, "Normally, yes, do you want to ask for freedom? If you are willing to accept some surgical implants, it is not impossible -"

Lucius smiled and raised the bloody blade in his hand towards her, "No, I want to know in one sentence, in which lovely jewelry box you hide my less beautiful cousins."

The lines on the woman's face tightened sharply, and she stared at him sternly, but Lucius responded with a perfect angle that he had practiced countless times in front of the mirror, which made the surrounding audience scream and praise. smile.

"Okay." She nodded arrogantly, "As long as you fight in all eight gladiatorial games and win."

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Apparently from that point on, the enemies at the back were improvised and became more difficult.

The gladiator team originally on the elevator was removed, and his Lyman ears captured the movements of more dangerous carnivorous beasts.

Sure enough, in the fifth scene, there was an alien six-legged lizard-like thing. It was said to be a lizard. This thing was as big as a dragon and as cunning as the most cunning human beings. But in the end Lucius cut off its head. The head, just as he trampled the monster's blue head under his feet, without giving him much time to breathe, the sixth one - a cunning death spider - the venom of this thing is also fatal to the Space Marines , appeared behind the shadow of the entrance, and the audience in the stands let out gasps and exclamations, which then turned into high-pitched shouts of ecstasy.

The fanatical atmosphere and the smell of blood intertwined into a joyful and colorful ocean.

Lucius shook his head: Here we go again, why does he think that the people sitting in the stands are... aliens with pointed ears?

But this does not affect his attack.

The beast roared and bit at him. He grasped the sharp spikes on its bony face, and while avoiding the sharp-toothed mouthparts with traces of carrion hanging on it, he grinned and spat hard into its dense eyes, which were still considered normal creatures. Take a mouthful of acidic saliva.

Things get much easier next.

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"It seems that Game 6 is not a problem for you. Come here, beautiful little wild cat with splayed teeth and claws. Kiss my hand and choose your weapon."

He didn't like the front part, but he needed a sword that fit as well as possible.

The death spider in scene six failed to actually bite him, but the venom still splashed near the wound and caused trouble - he felt slightly paralyzed, so he urgently needed a sword. As long as he had a sword in his hand, Lucius would Can create miracles.

The moment the swordsman's lips brushed against the female lord's cold and pale skin, Lucius's eyes flashed across a place that seemed to be a stasis cell and a huge human preservation bag - those transparent plastic materials suspended in the air There are creatures wrapped in it: some are humans, some are aliens, some are complete, some are incomplete, and some of them have special wide and thick bodies that he cannot mistake. Various cables and hoses are inserted into each one here. In addition to the liquid capsule, it is obvious that in addition to nutrition or breathing gas, there must also be sedative ingredients added, because every body here looks pale and lifeless, but there is no doubt that it is alive - there is still a slight swelling on the chest. ups and downs--

This kind of continuous hanging facility is undoubtedly very convenient for the classified storage of "goods". It can be seen that the female lord is a person who likes to organize at a glance - this is simply like some kind of flesh and blood grape vine...

Suddenly, another strange howl came towards him from behind the curtain of the supreme sky, mixed with the vision or scene display that had been getting more and more intense since just now——

Lucius found that his feet were dangling in the air, his hands were pulled apart by some unnatural, obviously artificially bred curly tentacled creature, and he was suspended above a huge corpse pit. The screams of countless sharp victims were in his eyes. The constant sound from behind made his head hurt, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the living howling human face on his armor - were there more Astartes hanging here around? Their colorful and overly colorful paintings all have the same symbol - that symbol is - his head hurts even more - blood red -

Some strange Gothic accent spoke to him through the voice of an alien female that hissed like a viper.

"Do you like my hanging garden?"

"Do you like what I have prepared for you?" The woman's voice overlapped with the voice of the alien female, pulling the dazed Lucius into another scene.

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It came again, that dizziness, he saw it again.

Under this strange and alien arena, in the darkest criss-crossing spiderweb-like tunnels, he shuddered to see his own face: the face that he had once been proud of and disliked that it took the spotlight was now covered with scars. , twisted and crooked, looking at him with a carefree smile from the opposite side of the surgical frame or torture rack where he was tied.

His trembling eyelids raised, and then he saw the face of the man who was obviously being protected rather than monitored by two aliens who were performing irreversible horrific operations on his body.

He was a colleague he was very familiar with.

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The orcs in the seventh game were almost on the verge of achieving their victory, if Lucius hadn't suddenly woken up from his dazed state.

The silver-haired palace swordsman gritted his teeth.

"no way!"

He shouted, "Don't ever try to turn me into that out-of-control and ugly look!!"

The gamblers behind the curtain became noisy, and the quarrel began to develop into a fight. Body parts and blood were splashed down, like some kind of fireworks, making the demon prince who was standing above smile sweetly.