Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Arenas, this area plays a vital role in Commorrish society. The Coven Cult will build arenas among towering castles and triangular ziggurats with razor edges.

Bringing an artistic murder show and unrestrained killing to everyone who comes to watch the game. Each arena is a complex multi-layered structure with uncanny craftsmanship. In the center is a stage full of barbs, with dozens of barbs on it. Thousands of slaves and warriors reached the pinnacle of glory.

Arena spectators can sit on gorgeous thrones or watch the show on a hedonistic airship, savoring the pain from a shocking and dangerous distance.

The Death Arena is the most dangerous place in the entire real universe. This huge arena contains prisons for all dangerous creatures in the universe, and has the most cruel and martial arts warriors.

Not only that, but there is also the largest gambling activity in the entire galaxy, where the fate of different warriors is determined, and everything is bet on the ultra-high odds of becoming rich overnight or becoming a slave overnight.

In this dangerous middle-level structure, two figures like gladiator slaves walked slowly from the bloody hell, and there were noisy quarrels accompanying their footsteps.

"You stupid guy! If I hadn't been smart just now! I would have had my head eaten by that thing!"

"Stinky girl! What are you afraid of? Are you okay? If you're not dead, just keep moving forward!"

"Okay, you stupid guy! Think about it when we were in the meat grinder. If I hadn't removed the control circuit for you, you would have turned into mud!"

"Haha... I think your skin is itchy. Do you still want me to spank you again?"

"You! You have no honor! Shameless!"

"What kind of benevolence, justice and morality should we have to deal with aliens!"

A shorter and thinner man stopped saying anything and just twisted his head and muttered in anger. Another giant holding a huge I-beam-like weapon also turned his head to one side, but did not say anything too extreme.

Khan really regretted saving this black bean sprout now. She was obviously the girlfriend of that brat, and he had to help protect her. In the end, he was captured by this group of lunatics, and finally sent to such a ghost place to compete.

Not to mention that this Elafren girl always distracts him and always makes him angry.

Khan impatiently tapped his fingers on the I-beam on his shoulder. He had pulled this thing from a pillar, and then impaled a huge orc warlord to death.

This shitty place really has everything, traps, monsters, weapons, decryptions... Although Khan does like the decryption part, he likes to use his brain.

"According to you, if we want to get out, we have to climb to the top?"

"That's right, silly guy, this is the Death Arena, and only the last survivor can get the prize."

Elafren held a crossbow-like weapon in his hand and did not answer Khan's question angrily.

These things were obtained by killing the monsters wandering inside and other contestants.

Compared with the Blood God's arena, this arena does not prepare weapons for the contestants, but he will make small treasure chests on some traps and monsters.

Some have traps inside, some have serious weapons, and of course there are also junk-like things.

Khan was the kind of person with a dark face. He opened more than a dozen boxes in a row, all of which were traps. However, Elafren was very lucky and fired the black crossbow in the first shot.

In the end, Khan couldn't bear the humiliation and pulled out an I-beam and used it as a weapon.

The two of them drove all the way up, and then saw a beast with a purple chitin carapace guarding a gate.

It was devouring the corpse in front of it with its bloody mouth open. It seemed that when those people tried to break through this place, they were crushed to pieces by the monster in front of them, and then they were eaten clean.

The eyeless head seemed to feel the arrival of new fresh food. He swallowed the flesh and blood in his mouth in few mouthfuls and drove his huge body towards the two Khans.

"A big bug!" Elafren stepped back with a black crossbow and shot at the giant insect. These black crossbows shot out long black single-molecule needles, which pierced the chitinous carapace during Elafren's shot. among them, but the effect does not seem to be significant.

Khan held the I-beam and swung it round like hitting a baseball, hitting the giant insect hard.

The giant insect, which was much larger than the Leman Russ tank, was hit by Khan's I-beam and stopped. The thick and hard carapace of the head was hit with cracks. The I-beam in Khan's hand It is also sunken.

"It's so hard..." Feeling the force of the impact in his hands, Khan knew the weight of the creature in front of him and the horror of the defense. If only his power sword were here... He didn't know that he was being attacked by the Dark Eldar. Where did it go?

A thick leg attacked Khan's waist. Khan jumped to avoid the giant insect's blow and landed on his smooth back armor.

The giant insect seemed to realize this, twisting its back to throw Khan off.

Khan seemed to have found the same joy as taming a horse, clinging to the gaps in the carapace to prevent himself from slipping off, "Girl, leave me alone, let me play for a while!"

Elafren helplessly looked at Khan who was laughing while riding the back of the giant insect, and felt that this guy was really childish.

Taking out a can of drink from the belt snatched from an unlucky guy, Elafren sat on the ground and took a sip.

"Ugh~yue! It's so disgusting..."

Just after taking a sip of Elafren, she felt the smell of rotten mushrooms coming from her tongue. She flicked her tongue and spit out the drink in her mouth.

"A green-skinned juicer? Oh..."

Elafren held the can, which reminded her of the days when she always squeezed juice for Lao Tietou...

You're going to be with your fucker, right?

Who will repair my motorcycle in the future...

Elafren sadly recalled Old Tietou’s ugly face under the welder’s mask, and still remembered the smell when he first went to his auto repair shop.

"Ugh! This place really stinks! Can you clean it up?"

"You stinky bean sprouts! This is our culture! The smellier and greener, the Waaagh!"

"If you continue to disgust me so much, I won't bring you green skin to juice!"

"Okay, okay, we still have to discuss..."

The old iron head took a step back and started to clean up his messy auto repair shop in order to drink some of the green juice Elafren brought. Although he was not clean enough to get there, at least Elafren wouldn't be retching directly when he went in. Out.

"That's ridiculous, old man, do you want to race?"

"Come on, Douya, the loser should clean up the toilet..."

Here the Khan fights a tyrant guard