mtl008 Chapter 468: Dark Turmoil in the Three Major Theaters
Chapter 468: Dark Turmoil in the Three Major Theaters
"Welcome everyone to the Straits Arena. Today, we will have 40 matches.
The stakes for each one are extremely high, including weapons, slaves, minerals, transport ships, strait real estate, and even control of the fleet.
Come on, the timid ones will starve to death, and the bold ones will die of gluttony. If you choose once, you can reach the sky in one step. Don’t you believe in your luck?
First of all, we welcome the renowned Endless Dance Theatre Company to present the Fall of the Eldar series. Welcome!"
At the enthusiastic call of the host, a group of clowns decorated in dark green and bright green colors came from below the stands, somersaulting, jumping, or spinning, and gathered in the center of the arena.
If you don't know them, you would just think they are a group of gorgeous and weird mime performers, but they are actually Eldar warriors with special skills.
At this moment, the killing skills turned into flexible dancing postures, and the silent pantomime was constantly showing the most tragic moments of the elves.
The elves in the stands were happy, sad, annoyed, and disgusted. But no one dared to make a loud noise. After all, everyone knew that the only god who survived intact was the God of Laughter of the Harlequin Troupe.
The Ark Eldar and Savage Eldar see them as noble protectors of history and culture. The Dark Eldar and Pirates do not want to stop these humorous and funny death clowns.
Of course, an overly tragic performance would certainly dampen the excitement of the crowd, which is not suitable for an arena where the fun lies in confrontation.
However, as the supreme leader, N'Gur had to let them perform, because the Endless Dance Troupe rarely appeared in the Dark Strait. After all, their mission was to defend the Webway and the Black Library.
Looking at this group of fancy dancers, he now had to re-examine the relationship between Lin Heng and those clowns. It seemed that the God of Laughter really regarded Lin Heng as an ally.
"Caroline, now you understand why I made this decision, right?"
The Void Dreamer Caroline frowned, and a worried expression appeared on her fair face.
"But it is precisely this that proves how dangerous this person is. Even the God of Laughter has begun to show up. Can the Dark Strait withstand the torrent?"
Ngur did not reply. He knew that simply answering her would not make her understand the true meaning of the matter. She needed to think for herself and slowly convince herself.
After all, his history of making a fortune is to honor his own famous saying: the timid will die of starvation, and the bold will die of gluttony.
"Prepare to open the market, both inside and outside. Adjust Lin Heng's odds to be high at first and low later. Let the host think of the opening words. I want to make a lot of money from these bastards! Connect cell number 10 to me."
The sound of ding-dong rang out on the scarred wall. Lin Heng stood up and carefully examined the figure that stood in front of him through the transparent barrier.
“Lin Heng, I’m Ngur, did you hear me?”
"Leave him alone for now."
The voice sounded a little weak, like the sound of someone who was lacking energy and blood, and whose steps were a little unsteady.
However, the aura emanating from the opponent did not indicate that he was weak, because in the battle of the Black Library, this unicorn had once fought against Professor Ahriman.
"Are you here on behalf of the God of Laughter?"
"Don't be silent."
Dujiao nodded, then took out three crystal cards from his clothes and handed them over.
"Supreme Arrangement, in this time of crisis, inject psychic energy, open the webway, reinforcements arrive to help you escape, be alert, chaos is coming."
Lin Heng took the three crystal cards and saw that each card corresponded to the color and name of the big theater troupe: Secret Path, Shattered Dreams, and Twisted Path.
This is a great gift. What he lacks now is this kind of mobile power. There is still too little he can do alone.
Although the number of members in the Harlequin Troupe is the smallest among the Eldar forces, with a small troupe consisting of only a dozen or twenty people, it is already a large scale.
Like the Midnight Tragedy Troupe that he encountered in Comoros, it was also composed of dozens of small troupes. With this calculation, he would have at least a thousand more mobile forces.
More importantly, each of them is as powerful as an Astartes, and directly possesses the power of a complete regiment.
"Hey, did you hear me?"
"I heard you, just tell me what's going on."
Lin Heng nodded and put away the crystal card. The unicorn also nodded. The small web channel behind him opened immediately. He took a step back and disappeared without a trace.
"In this situation, who can stop them?"
"What? What did you say? Stop who? Oh, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I'm telling you to act more realistically later.
The more hatred you have, the more it will arouse their desire to fight, and it will be more logical to use them as a whetstone."
Lin Heng rolled his eyes and said that there was no need to show his emotions. He had no good attitude towards the Comoros Dark Eldar. As long as the opponent was a black bean sprout, there would be no other outcome except death.
"Okay, okay, now the fourth round is over, it's your turn soon, get ready."
Lin Heng rubbed his wrist and shook his neck. If he was not given any weapon, he could only make the challenger die in more pain.
"Ah, very good, very good. The Warriors showed extraordinary skills in the first four games, which was really exciting to watch.
The next battle made me want to join in. Let me highlight that in cell number 10, the slaves brought by Prince Engul were warming up.
This guy hates every Eldar present here. He is gritting his teeth and rubbing his hands together. He wants to tear off everyone's heads and kick them like balls."
The host mobilized the audience's emotions, and with a wave of his hand, the large screen hanging high in the arena showed the situation in the cell.
The living Astartes were precious treasures wherever they went, and all the onlookers immediately showed absolute desire in their eyes.
"He is a human, a Space Marine, an Astartes. If you can kill him, you will get Prince N'Gur's promise that a huge amount of wealth is waiting for you.
Come on, sign up. Come on, place your bets. Choose how this guy should die. Eviscerate? Corrode? Dismember? Or be cut into sticks?
Hahaha, of course, it is also possible that this damn tin can won. Who knows, audience friends. Invest your money! "
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"If you weren't telling me about the construction level of the stolen keys, there would be no need to bother me."
He was dressed in red and black armor like a giant, with scars all over his face and a ferocious face like a wolf. He had an eight-pointed star on his forehead with a single eye, and his hair was braided up high. Warmaster! Ezekiel Abaddon's expression was not friendly, and he even became more angry after seeing the newcomer.
In the dark communication room, the communication equipment vibrated, the discordant mechanical noise was extremely harsh, and the distorted sound that made people's teeth ache made people even more angry.
The holographic image finally stabilized, and the huge mechanical body appeared in a cloud of steam, with horns, hammers, sickle-like metal wings, a strange monster...
"The discord engine is being built in an orderly and unstable manner, and this is just the key. Once the "door locks" and "weapons" are completed, our plan can be carried out normally.
But I'm not here to tell you about this. Do you know this guy?"
Vashtor waved his hand as he spoke, and a bunch of copper bars, gears, and cables began to attach, twist, and entangle with each other. After a while, a rough human figure was born.
Then, as steam spurted out of Vashtor's hands, the mechanical figure was covered with layers of armor, and the appearance of Astartes wearing power armor became clear.
"Salamander? No impression." Abaddon said casually. He did not regard the Astartes with damaged armor as anything worthy of attention.
"Where did you see it?"
Vashtor did not answer immediately, but continued to perfect the image of this person, iron sand gathered, steel billets merged. Hello arms dealer, the fairest guy gathered a sword in his hand, and the look of preparing for battle was vivid, as if the opponent was about to launch an attack in the next step and chop off the heads of the two men.
Vashtor waved his wings behind him and said slowly: "You know, as a venerable of the Warp Creator Sect, in charge of the Soul Furnace..."
"I know, you've said it many times, the point, the point!"
Vashtor kept his composure, knowing that this guy would regret asking so hastily later.
"As long as it's about the structure of mechanical equipment, no one can surpass me, so the things you don't understand, I can see through them at a glance."
Vashtor waved his hand again. The turquoise-gold paint of the Salamander peeled off bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, what was left was a strange set of armor made up of various battle group shells.
This time Abaddon frowned even more tightly. For a guy like him who had been endangering the empire for many years, seeing the various colors of power armor was a bit eye-catching.
Even those fucking hippie-like princes wouldn't dress so chaotically, with all that red, blue, and green, looking like a big loyalist gathering.
If anyone in his Black Legion dared to mix the paint jobs of different regiments together, being chopped to pieces would be the least of his worries.
"More carefully."
Vashtor's words made Abaddon even more unhappy, but he still patiently examined the guy in front of him carefully.
His pupils shrank. This guy's armor seemed to be more than just a paint job, because each shell kit did not belong to the same model, that is, this was a set of armor assembled from multiple power armors.
Abaddon found this too blasphemous.
"What the hell is going on?! Where is this guy? Damn it, I'm going to chop him to pieces."
"I know you're anxious, but don't worry."
As Vastor spoke, he continued to construct the situation in the Land of Chaos. As the sound of the Soul Furnace Factory's engine turned, Abaddon could clearly see the situation over there.
"This guy arrived near the furnace factory in the Land of Chaos through the portal left in the wreck. The people in the factory saw him wipe out the demons in the Predator-class Titan with their own eyes."
"Eliminate?" Abaddon's brows were furrowed like a mountain. "You mean the demon is dead? He was also a psyker?"
Vashtor nodded slightly and continued to examine Abaddon's expression. He liked to watch the other party's expression change from disdain to shock, and then to disbelief after the next message was sent out.
This gives him a sense of control over him, and can make this proud soul feel inferior in front of him.
"A messy suit of armor, capable of killing demons that infest Titans, psykers that travel freely through the warp, and those two weapons don't look like they were made by the Empire.
Yes, those two weapons, can't you see them?" Abaddon spoke faster.
The corners of Vashtor's metal face curled up slightly.
“It’s too far away, and I haven’t experienced it personally. The black one can only look very ancient and old in shape. I’m afraid it’s a product that predates you and me.
The same was true for the white one. But the power of the two was different. Hundreds of demons clearly sensed the terrifying energy bursting out of the white blade. "
Vashtor said as he shook his wings again, and a large amount of steam was released from his body, making him look like he was gasping for breath.
"Say it!"
Vashtor smiled as he looked at the somewhat angry man in front of him. His pigtails kept shaking at his anger.
I have never understood why I should have such a hairstyle. Wouldn't it be like a target on the battlefield, asking the enemy to shoot me in the head?
"Say it quickly!"
"From the Golden Throne."
"..."
"...What?! Say it again!"
"Among them, one energy comes from the Golden Throne."
In an instant, the communication room fell into silence. Even the discordant noise of electrical charges and the sound of mechanical operation stopped, as if they were all afraid of the situation with this name.
"I'll investigate. Which wreck is this portal to?"
"Ultimate Star Region, Somnim Disaster Belt. I will send you the specific spatial coordinates. By the way, the star torch in the abandoned ship was also lit up. Through psychic perception, it was found that it was the Eldar."
Abaddon remained silent, and finally, Vashtor closed the communication with satisfaction.
"boom!"
The sharp power claws cut through the communication equipment in front of it, but Abaddon, who was still furious, was not satisfied with this simple destruction.
He hurriedly left the communications room and connected to the ship's audio channel. He asked loudly.
"Debrief the situation."
"Report to the Warmaster, the Bronze Archon Chapter is still resisting stubbornly, should we send us..."
"Send him a fucking cunt, no need, just blow it up!"
"Warmaster?"
"You don't fucking understand, do you? I said just blow it up."
"Yes!"
Anyone who connected to the audio, whether mortal or Astartes, did not understand why their Warmaster was so furious after coming out of the communications room.
The chapter's home planet that had been coveted for so long could be abandoned, and the fortifications of the chapter's monastery were almost destroyed. In a few days, all the internal resources could be seized.
What a pity, what a pity. But now that the boss has given the order, what opinions do the subordinates have to say?
The planet-destroying cannon was suddenly fired, and the history of the monastery was turned into dust along with the stones used to build the house, and disappeared completely from the planet.
"Go to the Disaster Belt of Somnim."