Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Albert Hart was sitting behind the desk in the dull and gloomy windowless room. He looked at the roster and game forms on the dark brown wooden table. Albert is the administrator of this "Blood Pleasure" arena. You You know, the kind of administrator who never sees the light of day and is ignored by no one.

The big shots were all up there, and the owner of the arena was enjoying the gladiatorial fight with the dignitaries of Comoros. Albert could hear the cheers coming from the walls and the rock formations above his head. They were the cheers of countless spectators for the wonderful battle.

And he can only sit here, in a ghost place where no one cares, to deal with these things. This is Albert's job, arranging the order, quota and arrangement of each gladiatorial competition, and of course, the people who will die on it. Cross out the name.

Albert sighed and crossed out another name on the roster out of boredom. It seemed that there were a little more people dead than usual today, and it seemed that more gladiators were needed.

"It seems like you are short of people, right?" A female voice like a nightingale said. Halber raised his head and looked at the black-haired woman in front of him. She smiled and looked at Halber behind the table.

"Yes, the number of people who died today is a bit more than expected. If no one participates in the next show, today will probably end in a hurry." Halbe sighed and waved his hands helplessly, "The audience won't like it, distinguished guest. Neither will they."

"Then you are in luck today. Please arrange for my sister and I to have the next one." The black-haired woman said and pointed at the woman behind her. She was a cute silver-haired girl, as beautiful as her sister, one white and one black. The hair color is indeed like that of perfect sisters.

Albert looked at the black-haired woman in front of him, who smiled and looked at Albert with his hands on his hips, "What are you looking at? The game waits for no one. I heard from above that the game is about to be over."

"You are very beautiful." "Thank you." The black-haired woman said with a smile, and Albert sneered and picked up the pen, "So I hope you can be so "beautiful" when you die, your name."

"Melissa and Lilith." The black-haired woman said. Halbe picked up his pen and lightly wrote the new name under a bunch of red crosses. After he finished writing, he raised his head and pointed to the corridor on the other side with his pen.

"Go and prepare. You are lucky. The gladiator who was supposed to play next died. Although I think you should die soon too. I hope you can hold on long enough to at least let the audience watch for a while. I'll make arrangements."

The black-haired woman smiled and reached out to touch the silver sword on her waist. "I'll try my best. Let's go, Lily." She said and walked to the corridor on one side. Her twin sister also walked in and stood at the door. Give Halbe a wink and then lick his lips?

Is she hungry or something? Forget it, this is not what she should care about. Halbe lowered his head and continued to deal with his roster.

Lilith walked briskly in the dim corridor with her hands behind her back. There were purple-red torches burning here, and there were countless thorn iron fences on the wall on one side. Outside was the arena, and the shouts of killing and cheering spread into the corridor. Along the way, It kept echoing against the walls.

"Melis? Whose name is that? Another woman you dated?" "My mother's name." Vito responded briefly.

Lilith snorted softly, stood on tiptoes with her hands behind her back and glanced at the arena outside, like a lively little girl, "So what are we doing here?"

"The Dark Eldar love gladiatorial combat. It is considered a national sport. They can have fun watching the gladiatorial battles, and they can also obtain soul essence in painful death." Vito said as he walked in the corridor, and the strange light outside the iron window came from outside the fence. Injection, cut into several sections and shined on the side of Vito's face.

He walked along the corridor, his black hair constantly swaying from side to side on his shoulders, "Marus also likes to watch gladiators, especially the most intense and exciting ones. She will not be absent, so we will make a difference here, and she will come back." Looking for us.”

Cheers sounded outside the window again. Lilith clasped her hands behind her back and looked up outside, "How did you and this Malus know each other?" "What's wrong, are you jealous?" "I'm asking you."

Vito stopped at the end of the corridor. He stopped in front of a door leading to the arena. Vito walked behind the iron window next to the black iron door and looked at the scene. Dust was flying and dancing in front of him, and cheers came one after another. Enter the preparation room.

"The first time I met Malus, she was planning to assassinate me. I forgot why." Vito said, while Lilith looked at him with her hands on her slender waist, "Then what?"

"Then we started fighting, and then we hit the bed, you know, just like when you and I first met." Vito said with a smile, and Lilith rolled her eyes. Sighing helplessly.

Forget it, I have long been used to Vito flirting with women, but he really has a wide range of targets.

"What are you looking at? Your next partner?" Lilith said and leaned forward, while Vito leaned on the edge of the bed to make room for her. Vito pointed to the center of the arena.

It was a female Eldar fighter, holding a slender long sword. She was tall and slender, but the most eye-catching feature was that her hair was tied up in a strange high bun. Her silver hair moved with her movements. Flying.

She killed her opponent with agility, and her movements were as graceful as a dance, which was very admirable.

"She is not a Dark Eldar, but an Ark Tribe warrior." Vito said, looking at the woman, "Beltan's war dancer, it's so interesting that an Ark Eldar would appear here."

Vito said, watching the silver-haired woman walking over with a sword. The entrance door of the arena opened as the crowd cheered. Vito watched her walk in from the door. The woman and Vito looked at each other briefly. Then he ignored Vito's greeting and walked towards the depths of the arena.

Vito looked at her and smiled, then walked out of the door. Lilith followed him and walked into the central arena of the arena. Vito stood on the arena and looked around at the packed audience, who cheered loudly, Demanding another round of blood and carnage.

Yes, there was a large audience, which met Vito's requirements very well. He looked up at the host standing on a floating disk above the arena. The man was holding a microphone made of skulls and spoke passionately.

"Dear viewers! These two beautiful ladies are Melissa and Lilith. They are new here, but it looks like they are going to die here today because their opponents are!"

The host shouted and raised his hand to signal to the other side. Following the host's voice, the door on the other side of the arena slowly opened, "The Lord of the Chariot, Angvar Rook!"

Amidst the thunderous cheers of the audience, a steel chariot was pulled out by a horse with flames in its eyes. Standing in the chariot compartment was a male gladiator. He was strong and burly, holding a weapon. A crescent sword with a sharp handle.

"Angva! Ankva!" the audience roared excitedly, and the host continued to exaggerate the atmosphere, "Angva has won nine consecutive championships, but it looks like he will soon win ten championships. These two How can a weak woman be the opponent of the powerful Angwa?"

The audience continued to cheer, and Angvar himself raised his sword to accept the cheers. It seemed that he was sure of victory. Vito looked at him and smiled, took off his coat and threw it to Lilith.

Vito stood on the battlefield wearing a thin shirt that could not accommodate his chest at all. He raised his finger and made a provocative and seductive gesture towards Angvar. Upon seeing this, Angvar yelled and whipped the horse violently. Galloping forward with a sword in hand.

"Dear sister, do you want it?" Lilith stood aside and looked at Vito and asked, who waved his finger, "Just watch."

The war horse pulled the carriage and drove quickly. The wheels equipped with razors turned rapidly on the ground. The war horse neighed and stamped its hooves in the rising dust, like an unstoppable storm of destruction.

Vito stood there and looked at the chariot with a calm expression, looking at Anguva above, he was holding a sword and twirling and waving to kill, while the audience responded with thunderous cheers.

Vito patted his trouser legs, and then gently pulled out the dagger from his belt. He weighed the dagger and turned it a few times before raising his head and looking at Anguva. The carriage he drove went straight towards Vito. Lilith looked at that Chariot turned to look at Vito.

The latter threw up the dagger, then grabbed it and threw it out violently. His body swayed slightly forward on the spot. The dagger directly pierced the horse's eye like a bolt of lightning. The neighing horse instantly overturned forward, dragging it forward. The chariot he was pulling also hit the horse and knocked it over to the ground.

Angvar was thrown away, and he hit the ground hard where a large amount of sand and dust was thrown up after the chariot overturned. Angvar propped himself up and tried to stand up, and then he saw that there was no position in the sand and dust. Moving Vito.

He looked at Angvar with a look of disdain and smiled, "So weak? Interesting." As Vito spoke, he instantly drew out his long knife and swung it. Angvar's body fell to the ground, and his head was struck by Vito before it hit the ground. Hold it.

Vito raised Angvar's head, and the scene fell silent. The host and the audience looked at Vito in surprise and Angvar's head in his hand.

"If you want to see a real fight, then arrange one that allows me to fight for a minute before I go on the court next time." Vito said and threw Angua's head casually, and the head rolled on the ground. Several laps.

Vito turned and walked towards the entrance of the arena. As he passed by Lilith, he said easily, "Let's go, sister, let these losers watch the sand."

Lilith followed Vito and walked into the door, then turned her head slightly to listen to the thunderous cheers outside.

Lilith put her hands on her hips and looked at everything outside the door with a smile. "It looks like you satisfied them, sister."

"Needless to say." Vito smiled, took the coat, put it on, and walked towards the depths of the arena amidst cheers.

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