Chapter 1392 Fun in Blood
Continuing to move forward, Soshyan saw a tall nightmare bishop standing at the closest distance to the Archon, his head slowly moving from the hall while watching. Turning from one end to the other, the pair of curved Clive broadblades were in hand, ready to counter any attack. Few were allowed to draw their weapons in the presence of an Archon, but the Nightmare overcame the squabblings and politics of the Cabal. above the influence.
The immeasurably huge hall echoed with the crackle of whips, the moans of slaves, and the cheers and jeers of the audience, which were pale reflections of a life that was being tortured.
Soshyan could even feel the true pain, fear and despair of the slaves, a palpable, erratic energy flowing in the air.
"Taros, do you miss participating in entertainment activities like this?"
Khayon suddenly asked, but the voice was only transmitted through the helmets of the three people
“These primitive joys between pain and death seem to coincide with the philosophy of the Eighth Legion.”
< br>“No.”
“Not at all?”
“No.”
Talos looked at the alien below and sneered in his helmet.
“I hate them, they are no better than the beasts they torture, look at them, see clearly what they are, they are animals driven by instinct, pretending to be a so-called advanced civilization, stripping After removing the cloak of civilization, class and customs, they are just lowly primitive creatures, fighting for the scraps of survival, lowering themselves in order to survive."
"Ha, I seem to understand why you chose to leave the Eighth. Legion."
"I never belonged to the Eighth Legion."
As soon as the three entered the court, they attracted the attention of all the court officials, and even the Xue Lingren who were working were curious. glances, but no one spoke, because the war court is a serious and hierarchical place. Any behavior that may cause displeasure to the archon will have disastrous consequences, and everyone is cautious here.
At this time, a slender woman appeared from a small door behind the throne.
Even by human standards, the Eldar who suddenly appeared is undoubtedly a cold beauty. Like all Eldar, she is tall, has soft limbs, and her skin is as fair as snowflakes. She is like plaster, her cheeks are high, her eyes are like almonds, and her ears are delicate and sharp. Her robe composed of multiple shiny blades and silky robes exquisitely wraps her graceful body. The waistband made of twisted silk threads clung to her slender hips.
What is even more surprising is that she has blond hair that is rare among the Dark Eldar. The gorgeous hair accessories are like the feathers of some fantastic birds, appearing on the back of her head. Spread out in a fan shape, the golden brooch under the neck is engraved with obscene patterns.
Her tight lips were covered with thick makeup, and her eyes were smoky with gold.
As she approached, Nightmare raised the blade in the blink of an eye, but lowered it when the other fell to one knee not far from the Archon.
The conversation between the two parties was so soft that Soshyan could not hear clearly.
However, he did see a sharp look of excitement flash across Alcantara's face, and then when the consul stood up and held out his hands to attract the attention of his subjects,
" In order to welcome the three distinguished guests, Ms. Serene arranged a wonderful ceremonial competition for us."
His words immediately caused a burst of cheers. After all, the residents of Comoros still prefer to torture slaves! I prefer to watch those cruel competitions where flesh and blood are involved.
Then Alcantara lowered his head and looked at the three of them, smiling:
"You three, please visit too."
Kayon nodded slightly.
"It's an honor." There is an arena in the Forest Castle itself, so it didn't take them long to arrive and take a seat.
As if to show that he attaches great importance to the three people, Alcantara specially arranged them in the box closest to his left. On weekdays, only the consul's closest courtiers can sit here. , so they immediately attracted a lot of jealous eyes.
But they didn't care.
The previous Serenika Yang found out through inquiring that she was the hostess of an arena, but her business was average, and she didn’t have any "hit products" before. It seems that she only got one in recent years. "Ruthless Horn", the arena has a bit of excitement, but in order to attract business, she will also lead the team to work in private arenas.
Now she is entertaining several conspiracy nobles with a coquettish smile, and the goblet in her hand is filled with golden wine.
Soshiyan is observing the entire arena. Generally speaking, it is in the shape of a closed oval. The main fighting areas are covered with white, dense sand. This is to better highlight the performance. The blood and viscera sprayed out by the attackers. Based on past experience, Soshyan guessed that there should be a trap door hidden underground for trained monsters and automatic killing machines to randomly rush out. The surrounding walls were filled with embedded seats, stacked up in multiple levels. , the higher the status, the higher they sit, while those with lower status have to sit closer to the fighting arena.
There is a huge arch in the fighting arena, where slaves and monsters enter, and their flesh and blood remains are transported from there. Above that is a large archway with a large number of couches and seats. The ornate platform, where they now sat, belonged directly to the top figures, and to the far left was a bandstand full of musicians.
"It's begun."
There was a hint of expectation in Talos's voice, and it was obvious that this atmosphere had awakened some bloody memories of his past.
For the first time, the announcer called out the contents of the first competition in a thunderous voice, and then ten humans wearing simple armors and holding swords walked in and were exposed to countless lights. .
From behind the blinding smoke, the cheers of the bloodthirsty audience came.
Seeing the tattoos on those people, Soshyan guessed that they should be captured Imperial Navy crew members.
Then, there was a complex drumbeat from the orchestra, followed by the piercing sound of horns, and the rotating and twisting spotlights illuminated their beams in the huge entryway.
The door opened, and a flat suspended platform floated in.
On the platform, there are three giant beasts digging into the metal with their claws, howling with bloodlust. Their backs are covered with long bone spurs, their eyes are like wide saucers, and their necks are There is a long chain full of barbs on the thick metal collar, which binds them to the platform.
Seeing the terrifying beast, ten imperial sailors immediately gathered together vigilantly, covering each other, holding onto their weapons tightly, and their actions aroused laughter from the alien audience.
“Appetizer! Ten apes survive! You can estimate the time of their death!”
In the box, a panel suddenly rose up with some alien symbols on it. After a glance, Kayon said:
"Twenty seconds, forty seconds, one minute, one and a half minutes."
In Comoros, gladiatorial combat is often linked to gambling. In fact, the main source of income for the arena is the gambling business.
Soshiyang just looked at him with disgust.
“Give me a minute and a half, and I can show them what real fear is.”
Khayon shrugged and gave up the bet.
At this time, there was only a bang, the chains restraining the beast were instantly broken, and the bloody scene officially began——
(End of this chapter)
< br>