Continuing to move forward, Soshyan saw a tall Incubus Bishop standing at the second closest distance to the Archon. His head slowly turned from one end of the hall to the other while watching, and the pair of curved Cleats The broadsword is held in the hand ready to counter any attack, and few are allowed to draw their weapons in the presence of an Archon, but the Incubi are above the squabbles and political influence of the Cabal.
The immeasurable 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 like this?"
Kayon 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."
"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 them for what they are. They are instinct-driven animals pretending to be a so-called higher civilization, stripping away civilization, hierarchy and customs. Behind the cloak, 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 people entered the court, they attracted the attention of all the court officials. Even the Xue Lingren who were working cast curious glances. However, no one spoke because the War Court is a serious and hierarchical place. Anything that may arouse the ruling party's attention. Any behavior that is displeasing to the official will lead to disastrous consequences, and everyone must be 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 and has soft limbs. Her skin is as fair as alabaster, and her cheeks are high. , eyes like almonds, ears delicate and sharp, a costume composed of multiple shiny blades and silky robes delicately wrapped around her graceful body, a belt made of twisted metal wires full of barbs It clung to her slender buttocks.
What's 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, fanning out on the back of her head and under her neck. The golden brooch was engraved with lewd patterns.
Her tight lips were covered with thick makeup, and her eyes were smoky with gold.
As she approached, the Incubus raised his 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.
He did, however, 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 watch those brutal competitions of flesh and blood than torturing slaves.
Then Alcantara lowered his head and looked at the three of them, smiling:
"You three, please visit too."
Kayon nodded slightly.
"my pleasure."
There was an arena in the Forest Keep itself, so it didn't take them long to get there and take their seats.
As if to show that he valued the three of them, Alcantara specially arranged them in the box closest to his left. On weekdays, only the consul's closest courtiers could 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 seemed that she had only acquired a "strong corner" in recent years. There is a bit of excitement in the arena, but in order to attract business, she will also lead her team to work in private arenas.
Now she was entertaining several conspiracy nobles with a coquettish smile, and the goblet in her hand was filled with golden wine.
Soshyan was 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 sprays of the performers. Blood and guts. 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 gorgeous platform with a large number of couches and seats, that is, The area where they are sitting now belongs directly to the top people, and on the far left is a bandstand full of musicians.
"here we go."
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.
Immediately, the announcer called out the content of the first competition in a thunderous voice, and then ten humans wearing simple armor 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.
There are three giant beasts on the platform 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 there is a thick metal collar on their neck. A long chain full of barbs bound them to the platform.
Seeing the terrifying beast, ten Imperial sailors immediately gathered together vigilantly, covering each other and holding onto their weapons tightly. 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 gambling.
Soshyan just looked at it with disgust.
"Give me a minute and a half and I can teach them what real fear is."
Khayon shrugged and gave up the bet.
At this time, just a bang was heard, the chains restraining the beast were instantly broken, and the bloody scene officially began——
