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Yaoen immediately recognized the identity of this strong man.
This Astartes has no mutations. He has an Imperial double-headed eagle badge hanging on his waist. He does not look like a Chaos Space Marine, but an Astartes monk.
Astartes walked up to Yao En and squatted down. He stared at the cell opposite and said in a low voice: "Most of the warbands should still be fighting side by side. It's just that this group of oathbreakers are stabbing in the back. They caught There are some people from other warbands who are alone."
"You said they were performing a ceremony?" Yaoen asked doubtfully.
"Yes, the gladiatorial ceremony." Astartes nodded, "They will let mortals fight mortals, Space Marines fight Space Marines, and then the blood will gather together and be absorbed by a statue... I think this is a ritual."
Yao En thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
After the two of them observed for a while, Yao En suddenly asked: "You look different from those Space Marines in the warband..."
"A child without a mother is a long story." Astartes said a very rare thing.
Yaoen searched for memories in his brain, and suddenly remembered that Qin Mo once said such words when he was alone, such as philosophical words like proverbs.
"White Scars Chapter, Chen Ye." Astartes said his name, and then began to explain to Yao En why he was here.
Chen Ye is an Astartes of the White Scars Chapter, serving for a hundred years. He and another battle brother named Balutai came to the Forge World and wanted the technical priests here to help repair the Terminator Power Armor.
The ruling sage received Chen Ye and Balutai, and the two waited in the foundry. Then the invasion began. The engine foundry and surrounding areas fell. The two were also captured and forced to fight.
"Balu Tai is dead." Chen Ye clenched his fists, "I have to avenge him."
"What's the use of telling me this? I'm just a mortal." Yaoen did not tell his true purpose. In his opinion, Chen Ye, the Astartes, may not be a friend.
Maybe he was part of the conspiracy... The blue-armored Space Marine in the prison opposite looked like a follower of a Chaos God who liked to play conspiracies.
"Because you are different from others." Chen Ye said, glancing at the other people in the prison who were shivering in the corner, "We have to cooperate."
Chen Ye didn't avoid anyone at all when he said these words. Although there were no people from the Oathbreakers warband guarding the prison, there were Space Marines from other warbands in the prison opposite.
However, after Chen Ye said these words, the Space Marines in the prison opposite looked at him and nodded.
It's clear there's a consensus among those behind bars in the current situation.
"I have to escape and tell my brothers about the situation here." The blue-armored Space Marine said, "But we really don't need to bring a dirty and smelly Soulless with us."
"Don't think so far. If we can escape, we have to fight each other to find a winner." The space warrior covered in pustules interjected.
Chen Ye clenched the railing made of fine gold with both hands and said angrily: "How could I have fallen like this if you bastards hadn't invaded the forging world? If I could escape, I would definitely hang your bodies on the motorcycle and go around. Drive a hundred laps around the foundry!"
"I will feed you a mouth full of venom when you get out, but don't worry now, young man."
"Screw you!"
"..."
"Stop!" Yaoen interrupted the exchange and asked everyone: "Who is responsible for holding the ceremony?"
Yaoen came here to stop the ceremony. He planned to directly kill the person responsible for holding the ceremony, otherwise he would not be caught at all unless he wanted to.
"Dark Apostle Kvain, a bastard holding the scepter of the Blood God's Mark." The blue-armored Space Marine replied, "It's useless for you to ask this. Why don't you ask me, a master of psychic energy, if there is any way to get us out."
"Screw your psychic powers! You guys who are playing with witchcraft are always talking about your predictions and psychic powers every day. As a result, you haven't even noticed that there are fewer people in your war gang, and your battle brothers are still stupidly giving evidence to the science. Thorax is a thug!"
"I don't want to talk to a guy covered in pus, sorry."
Yao En felt that these Space Marines had no choice but to join together. It was impossible for such a team to survive the fighting outside, let alone escape.
Yaoen didn't want to get involved in this matter, so he silently remembered what the blue-armored space warrior said about the Dark Apostle, and was prepared to kill him as soon as he appeared.
Chapter 177 Gladiator Ceremony
The gate to the cell area suddenly rose, and then a Chaos Space Marine holding a giant ax walked into the cell area.
Chen Ye and the other two space warriors immediately stopped arguing when they saw this guy walking in. Although they had conflicts with each other, they both had reasons to live, and they both knew that they could not escape alone.
When there is no way to die, cooperation is the best way.
The Master Executioner of the Oathbreakers warband walked slowly through the cell block with his huge ax in hand. His ax struck the adamantine railings, sending sparks and a heart-wrenching friction sound to each prisoner's ears.
The execution master's gaze swept across every cell. He ignored the prisoners who were kneeling or huddled in the corner, and his gaze inevitably fell on Chen Ye.
"Let me play." Chen Ye looked at the execution master provocatively, "Can a butcher's nail still have the ability to pick people?"
Chen Ye's sarcasm is undoubtedly harsh to the Space Marines of the Forsworn Warband, because it is a very common and powerful sarcasm.
Every Oathbreaker has the Butcher's Nails on his head, and is controlled by the murderous intent and pain brought by the Butcher's Nails. That's true, but calling someone a nail would be a step too far.
"I will chop off your head." The execution master gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger, but he still finished his business first.
His eyes swept across Chen Ye and finally landed on Yao En.
"you."
"you."
The execution master pointed at Yao En, then pointed at everyone in the cell, and selected Yao En, other prisoners, and Chen Ye, a space warrior.
"Count me in, Nail." The blue-armored Space Marine in the opposite cell stood up, stretched out the railing with his arm that had mutated into a tentacle, and hooked twice at the Execution Master.
"Since you want to die...Okay Rhodes! Then I'll add you to the list!" The Master of Execution banged the adamantine railing with his axe, and in his rage, he still included the blue-armored Space Marine named Rhodes.
Rhodes winked at Chen Ye and turned to the execution master: "Don't let that bug come on stage."
The execution master followed Rhodes' gaze and saw Yao En.
He also recognized that this was a soulless man, but in his opinion this was just a mortal prisoner, nothing more.
In addition, the execution master didn't know whether the soulless man's blood and soul were useful for the ritual, and Kwaine was not in the foundry and couldn't consult. In short, he just let the soulless man participate in the gladiatorial fight and die early.
"Count me in again," demanded the pustule-covered Space Marine, standing up.
The executioner didn't even look at him as he designated hundreds of prisoners in the cells, then turned around and walked out of the cell block.
Soon more than ten thousand mortal servants of the Forsworn warband poured into the cell block, opened the adamantine cell door with keys in hand, released all those selected to participate in the gladiatorial battle, and then forced them to line up in long lines.
Most of the prisoners did not know what they were facing. They thought it was an execution and were trembling with fear and refused to leave their cells.
"This is not an execution, this is a fair fight!" The mortal servant waved his ax, intimidating the prisoners who dared not leave the cell, forcing them to get up and leave the cell.
After all the temporary gladiators lined up, Yaoen turned his head and took a quick look, and his biological processor immediately calculated the number of people.
Including the two Space Marines, plus Yao En himself, there were a total of 8,888 people.
Yaoen recalled that Qin Mo once told him how to use numbers to distinguish chaos sects. Those who insist on trying to make up for eight must be the followers of the Blood God. One of these people likes to fight in close quarters.
Just like Grote's brother who believes in brave champions.
Since most of the prisoners were civilians from the forging world, they were naturally used to lining up, so they quickly lined up and were led out of the cell area by the warband servants.
The closer you get to the outside of the cell block, the louder the shouts and shouts of death become.
When he walked to the door, Yao En saw the arena. It was a giant furnace used to store molten metal in the engine foundry. It was half dismantled and decorated with various blasphemous marks. It looked like Tyrone Galaxy III. The giant indoor swimming pool in the world is just the kind without water.
There were many people tied to the thorny pillars decorated with the blood god's mark around the arena, and they seemed to be the upper echelons of the forging world.
Only half of the governing sage's body was left, with a metal hook piercing his head and hanging on a pillar, but he was not dead. His two electronic eyes were rotating to observe the surrounding situation.
The arena was surrounded by Forsworn Space Marines and a large number of mortal servants, all attracted by the gladiatorial combat.
It seems...this ceremony needs an audience.
"Get your weapons!"
A modified red transport plane covered with spikes flew to a stop in front of 8,888 people. The people on top immediately threw down piles of weapons.
There are no good items in these weapons, not even guns, only axes, sticks, swords and the like.
"Follow me soon." Chen Ye turned around and whispered to Yaoen, then picked up two long knives.
"Don't take away other people's weapons!" the servant on the transport plane yelled.
As soon as the servant finished speaking, his entire upper body was cut in half. The others did not see clearly who killed him. They only saw some blood on Chen Ye's swords.
The nearby mortal servants and Space Marines showed no reaction at all when they saw one of their own being killed, just a glance.
"Then let's find some compensation from you!" Chen Ye took out the servant's knife and handed it to the mortal prisoner behind him.
Rhodes picked up two sticks and handed one to Yaoen: "It seems that you are not a particularly powerful soulless person. At least when I stand next to you, I just feel like I am in a pile of ant-cow dung, so I am not unable to use my soul." able."
Although he was not convinced, Yaoen admitted in his heart that Rhodes was right, that is, his soulless characteristics were not strong. Assuming that his wife or daughter were here, it would be strange for Rhodes not to vomit and vomit.
Yaoen glanced at Rhodes, then picked a weapon and held it in his hand.
The team slowly moved toward the arena, and everyone who passed by the transport plane picked a weapon.
Everyone continued to move forward and entered the battlefield in the center of the arena.
The gladiators sent by the Oathbreakers warband also arrived. There were 888 of them in total. Except for a hundred or so Space Marines, the others were all mortal servants.
Some of the space warriors of the warband were advancing forward with giant axes held high, and some took off their power armor, as if they wanted to win this gladiatorial battle in a more glorious way.
The battle is imminent.
Chen Ye excitedly raised his swords and prayed to the emperor.
Rhodes spoke very affectionate words into the air.
The captives prayed to the Om Messiah.
Yaoen picked up the black pendant given by Qin Mo a few years ago and put it on his forehead: "Guide me, my god."
Chapter 178 Watching
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"
The men of the Oathbreakers warband roared and charged.
The whole fight started very suddenly. Yaoen originally thought that these guys would perform some rituals or something.
"Follow me, don't let me fall into rage!" Chen Ye said something that surprised Yaoen, and then he held the two swords in a fighting posture.
In this situation, the Astartes were simply the flag, and all the mortal captives subconsciously gathered towards Chen Ye, even Rhodes.
"The point is to protect me!" Rhodes yelled at Chen Ye and threw the knife aside.
Just when Chen Ye and Yao En thought this guy was giving up, a blue scepter appeared out of thin air in Rhode's hand.
The mortal servants of the Oathbreakers warband are slower, but their Space Marines are so fast that they can cover hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.
Rhodes slowly walked in front of everyone, estimated that the distance was close, and then slammed the scepter on the ground.