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

Lin Fan followed the excited but still very disciplined group of warriors and arrived under the Brass Divine Pillar. There were also some demons guarding the gate of the arena. However, when Lin Fan slowly followed the team, As he moved forward, he felt something was wrong.

"Are you strong? How strong are you?"

"How strong am I? How strong am I? I killed an entire team of blood hounds this morning."

"Isn't this strong?"

"I'll bite them to death with my mouth."

Wow! Voices of exclamation came from the team. Considering that followers of the Blood God disdained to lie, the demon who had the same responsibility as a security guard checking ID cards at the bar door nodded, "You are strong, you can go in."

"What about you? How strong are you?"

"How strong am I? Take out the holy jar of blood."

The devil took out a tightly closed jar from the brass box, which contained an unknown scarlet object.

The warrior held the bottom of the holy jar with one hand, and held the gorgeous lid with the other hand, twisting with all his strength, as if the huge swelling muscles were trying to open the armor on his body.

"Ha!!" In the midst of loud shouts, the lid of the holy jar of blood was opened, and the unknown scarlet object floated out, and was inhaled into the nose by the warrior, who seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit.

"Your strength has been proven, you are strong."

After waiting for a while, the warriors in front of Lin Fan could be said to be the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers. Each one proved to the demon guarding the door that their strength would not bring shame to this arena of the gods. Those glorious achievements made Lin Fan even feel that if these warriors gave up trying to find a champion or a big demon in the arena, and instead went out to fight the empire directly, then Cadian might really be lost, and There is no need to throw the Blackstone Fortress down.

"How strong are you?"

"Uh, can you give me a holy jar of blood?" Lin Fan didn't know how to describe himself, so he simply asked for a jar of holy blood to prove his strength like his previous friends did.

Lin Fan shook the holy jar in his hand and held the bottom and lid of the jar in the same manner. His face suddenly turned dark. What was going on with this strange sense of déjà vu? Why is it exactly like the girls in those previous classes who couldn't open the can of yellow peaches and then asked the boys to help open it?

This must be the evil taste of the Blood God... I can only hope that the thing here is not ketchup.

drink! Lin Fan twisted it hard and saw that the jar was broken. Lin Fan held the bottom of the jar with one hand and the lid with the other. The contents fell to the ground.

It’s over, I’ve soiled other people’s land, my quality is really poor.

"Your strength is very strong! Very strong! You can go in!" The demon didn't pay attention to the things on the ground. His two eyes with blazing light became brighter, as if a big guy exercising in the gym saw it. The eyes of a stronger guy who can bench press several times his limit are the same, full of...

In short, Lin Fan felt that the look in his eyes was very strange, and the Blood God warriors behind him looked at him with even more unconcealed eyes, and they were breathing heavily with excitement.

These blood god warriors can't be gay... Is there going to be a fight in the dressing room later...

Lin Fan quickly ran out from the scorching eyes of the demon and the warriors behind him, and headed towards the depths of the arena. Behind him, a figure wearing a scarlet cloak was looking at him silently.

"It's getting more and more interesting..."

The interior of this arena reminded Lin Fan of the Roman arena he had seen in books. There was nothing in the huge circular venue except a fighting platform made of brass and black iron. It was in line with Khorne's usual simplicity and straightforwardness. It seems that he does not want anyone to take advantage of the so-called terrain advantage to fight.

Surrounding them was the viewing platform, which was filled with warriors, demons, and even some weird gadgets. Lin Fan was even more curious about what gadgets they used to buy tickets, or whether they didn't have tickets at all. As the saying goes, whoever wins the battle will come in.

The warriors who passed the screening stood around the platform, and when they were ready to start, they quickly rushed forward and started fighting. But Lin Fan noticed that none of them had weapons in their hands. Could it be that they were going to fight with bare hands?

While Lin Fan was still thinking about this question, a manic voice sounded from behind him, "This armor, the Empire's Storm Troopers? It actually has the ability to enter the arena? I really can't wait to see your skills."

Looking back, he turned out to be a red-armored Khorne Berserker. This interstellar warrior who betrayed the Empire could no longer see any of his old style. The blood-red armor was decorated with brass patterns, and a pair of rabbit-like helmets on his helmet. The ear-like helmet wings are not clear whether they are carved or inlaid with fine skull bones.

Rabbit ears. Graffiti. Outdoor. Multiple people. Uniform (bushi)

Lin Fan looked at his armor and felt that Khorne's aesthetics were really good. If it was just for pure appreciation, there would probably be few men who would find this armor unattractive. Lucius' flesh and blood armor was so disgusting, and those tongues sliding out of his mouth really didn't want Lin Fan to think about it a second time.

"You traitor."

"Hahaha! Traitor? Then you are also a traitor when you come here! A slave of the Corpse Emperor!"

"I was deceived by Tzeentch. Those bastards never dared to fight with real swords and guns."

"Indeed, those wizards who play with magic are just a bunch of bastards. Even the slaves of the Corpse Emperor are better than them."

It seemed that they had found a common topic, and the originally tense conversation between the two people became much more relaxed. Lin Fan felt that it was easy to get along with the Khorne warriors. These straightforward guys would only tell you what they like. What I don’t like, instead of imitating Tzeentch and saying some nonsense, such as the most classic: Guess?

"Is this arena held regularly?"

"Yes, this is the most orderly place in subspace. Each arena will be held after 8 days. The larger the battle, the longer the period, 88 days, 888 days, 8888 days."

"Then what's going on with this road to meet the gods?"

"The holding of this event is not based on time, but depends on the mood of the great god. He will watch the entire battle and bless the warriors who perform the most outstandingly."

"Isn't he the last one standing?"

"...Are all the current soldiers of the empire such idiots? Being able to stand at the end means you have killed the most people."

"Okay okay, I apologize."

"Only a coward apologizes!"

Feeling that the Khorne berserker in front of him was showing signs of breaking out again, Lin Fan knew that he had said the wrong thing, but the game had not yet started, and the warrior would not do anything more to him.

"When we get to the battlefield later, I will chop off your head and tear your body into pieces!" Lin Fan stared at the Khorne Berserker fiercely.

"This is so true!"

"All warriors, get ready! The battle is about to begin!" The broadcast ended, and weapons appeared out of thin air. The weapons with cold light fell neatly on the field like rain, ensuring that everyone had the same distance and distance. The same weapons, these rings one after another, are basically made of the same weapons.

"This brother Khorne is so authentic." Lin Fan praised Khorne's persistence in fair competition and silently gave him a thumbs up.