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 a giant ax in hand. His ax struck the adamantine railings, sending sparks and a heart-wrenching friction sound to the ears of every prisoner.

The execution master's eyes swept across every cell. He ignored the prisoners kneeling or huddled in the corners, and his eyes inevitably fell on Chen Ye.

"Let me go on stage." 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 a Butcher's Nail on his head, and is controlled by the murderous intent and pain caused by the Butcher's Nail. This is true, but calling people directly a Nail is a bit too much.

"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 over 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, the other prisoners, and Chen Ye, a space warrior.

"Count me in, Nail." The blue-armored Space Marine in the cell opposite 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. In anger, 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 person, 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." The pus-covered Space Marine stood up and demanded.

The execution master didn't even look at him. He arranged hundreds of prisoners in the cell, then turned around and walked out of the cell area.

Soon, more than 10,000 mortal servants of the Forsworn warband poured into the cell area, 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 a long queue.

Most of the prisoners did not know what they were about to face. 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 are 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 Forge 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 area, 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 are many people tied to the thorny pillars decorated with the blood god's mark around the arena, and they all seem to be high-ranking people in the forging world.

The ruling sage was left with only half of his body. A metal hook was pierced through his head and hung on a pillar, but he was not dead. His two electronic eyes were rotating to observe the surrounding situation.

The arena was surrounded by Oathbreaker Space Marines and a large number of mortal servants, all of whom were attracted by the gladiatorial fight.

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 mortal servants and Space Marines nearby did not react at all when they saw one of their own being killed, they just glanced at them.

"Then I'll 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 have diarrhea and vomiting.

Yaoen glanced at Rhodes, then picked a weapon and held it in his hand.

The team slowly moved towards 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 advanced with giant axes held high, and some took off their power armor, seemingly wanting 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 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."

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