Under Soshyan's inquiry, Talos pondered for a moment and then replied:
"That place is indeed very special. Didn't we offend Abaddon in the past? We were chased all over the world by the Black Legion. Once we ran to the Alenich Abyss. That place is located deep in the Ungrateful Frontier. It is a vast and dark place.
space... Dense dust clouds and dark nebulae block the light, wrapping some weak stars in thick black cloaks. In this space, navigation is almost impossible, even the star torch
The light also became hazy and dim, and the astrological communication seemed to become unclear. With the guidance of certain forces, Supreme, who was the commander of the fleet at the time, took us into it. It was full of debris and unformed things.
Star systems of planets, asteroid rings, rocks, and dust clouds. The few worlds that support human life are often dry, cold, shrouded in ubiquitous dust, and barely illuminated by the weak sunlight during the day.
The ground was bright, and the night was pitch black, because no stars could penetrate the fog of the abyss. We didn't stay there for long. The Supreme seemed to have discovered something, and took us away in a hurry... He had no intention of doing so afterward.
Time revealed to me that there is something beyond time and space hidden in that area. Once it is disturbed, the entire galaxy may overturn. Considering the identity of the Supreme, if he is asked to say such words, that thing will definitely scare him.
Not light, but everything disappeared with his death, and probably no one will ever know what he found."
After saying that, Talos seemed to be recalling something and actually added another sentence.
"And in that place, the power of subspace seems to be completely blocked, at least subspace navigation is impossible."
Soshyan's face hidden under his helmet frowned.
"Since they are isolated from the subspace, why do these creatures still have the tendency to worship Chaos?"
Kayang thought for a while and suddenly said:
"Perhaps...the Chaos Gods need them to guard something."
At this moment, a burst of music sounded, indicating that the gladiatorial battle had officially begun.
The three of them turned their attention to the field, and saw that all the restraints on the Khorne Berserker had fallen to the ground. At the same time, a weapons rack was raised on the field, with various melee weapons on it, including swords, guns, swords and halberds.
The three Rak'gor also chose their own weapons. Their weapons were all uniform. The top pair of arms held long weapons, and the lower pair of arms each held two short weapons. This was equivalent to a terrifying weapon.
The torture warrior must face 9 weapons alone.
But the warrior was not afraid at all. He chose a huge two-handed ax and spat on the ground.
"Kill you first! Then kill these pointy ears! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!
!”
With a roar, he rushed towards three targets alone.
The three Rak'gor also let out a piercing scream in unison, waving their lower limbs like insects to face the enemy.
“Skull offering skull seat!
"
The Khorne warrior swung an ax at an extremely fast speed, instantly cutting off the first monster's weapon, scratching the opponent's chest and spilling weird black blood.
But instead of stopping, the injured Rak'Gol bumped into the warrior, piercing the gap in the opponent's armor with a curved blade, lifted it high, and then turned and threw it behind him.
The Khorne warrior roared in mid-air and threw out the battle ax in his hand.
The whirling battle ax instantly sliced open the opponent's upper body, spilling internal organs and blood, and eliciting bloodthirsty cheers from the audience.
The moment the Khorne berserker fell to the ground, a Rak'gor had already rushed over and pierced the Khorne warrior's body with a spear.
Even though he rolled around at the last moment and avoided the vital point, the spear still penetrated the Khorne warrior's abdomen.
But he didn't retreat, he just grabbed the handle of the spear, pushed it towards his body, and dragged the opponent in front of him.
Rak'gor screamed and slashed at him with the other two pairs of weapons, but the Khorne warrior grabbed the opponent's arm, twisted it directly, and then punched the opponent's head twice in a row.
Spots of blood were left on the flesh.
At the moment when the opponent was dazed, the Khorne warrior endured the severe pain and bent down. The man behind him who planned to attack Rak'Gol roared and waved the weapon in his hand vigorously.
As a result, because the opponent suddenly bent down, its weapon struck directly on his own body, cutting the same kind of head in half.
When the third Rak'Gol was shocked by the accidental killing of his own kind, the Khorne warrior stood up, forcibly broke the wooden spear handle, and then pulled out the spear.
Rak'gor came to his senses and immediately struck him with a long-handled axe.
The Khorne warrior leaned down to dodge, and then rolled over. While spilling a large amount of blood, he grabbed one of the opponent's legs, then dragged him down and kicked his relatively slender waist.
The pained alien swung its weapon wildly, causing some damage to the body and head of the Khorne berserker, but this only aroused the bloodthirsty desire of the Khorne believer. He roared and used his spear to kill the Khorne warrior regardless of the damage.
The opponent's arms were all broken, and then he stabbed it more than a dozen times in rapid succession, and broke its neck and spine.
"This is your fate!
!”
When he tore off Rak'Gol's head and spine from his body and raised it high, all the Dark Eldar cheered, and even their eyes began to become bloodshot.
As for the threat from the Khorne warriors, they were completely ignored.
But this competition is not over yet. If it were an ordinary space warrior, perhaps the master of the arena would consider the preciousness of the goods and use them cautiously, but the followers of Slaanesh and Khorne are exceptions.
The former is the lackey responsible for the downfall of the Eldar race. Once he appears, there is no way out. Only the most cruel death method can vent the hatred of these Eldar races against their great enemy.
As for the latter, as believers of the god who destroyed Kane, they are the best sacrifices for the Witch Spirit Sect.
Soon, the arena door opened again, and a slender figure wearing a black corseted leather armor with a large amount of exposed skin walked into the arena.
She has slender legs that take up nearly half of her body, her limbs are slender and elegant, her long neck carries a black heart-shaped gem, her long hair is tied into a tall braid on the top of her head, and most of her fair face is covered with red
The tattoo occupies, holding a short blade in one hand and a long whip with a sharp metal blade in the other.
Cool, sexy, and highly aggressive.
"welcome!
The most beautiful of Blade Hands! The most powerful Mistress! Alba Dosari!
"
Amid the cheers of the crowd, the ruling succubus of the Blade Hand sect rolled his eyes, then raised his chin slightly and said to the panting Khorne warrior:
"I will grant you a glorious death, for Kane."
"Pooh!"
Talos on the stage immediately laughed.
"People beat me to death before coming up here, and they talk about bullshit glory. Pointy Ears is full of this stinking cowardice."