Breaking news, Erebus has been captured!!
Breaking news, Erebus has been captured!!
Two consecutive messages flooded the chat channel, drawing out many lurking Players.
Warmaster: "The galaxy's number one bad guy has been captured??"
Tenjiro: "Are you sure it's Erebus? That guy is very cunning."
Zigman: "Fake, it must be fake news."
Little Fatty: "I also think it's fake news, too fake."
Messages in the global chat channel quickly hit 99+.
The name Erebus was too popular, quickly sparking heated discussion among Players active in other star systems.
They didn't believe that Desert, Little Alpaca, and other Players could capture Erebus.
You should know, Erebus's battle record during the Horus Heresy was absolutely incredible.
The mother of a Primarch, Elda,
The first enchanted warrior, Anger Tall,
And Loken, who witnessed the entire Horus rebellion and the final duel between Horus and the Emperor.
These famous figures all died at the hands of this villain.
Most importantly, this guy's escape skills were top-notch.
Repeatedly forced into desperate situations, he always managed to escape death.
Moreover, summoning Greater Daemons was as simple as drinking water for him.
How could he possibly be captured alive!!
However, when photos and videos of Erebus being held in a stasis cube appeared, the global chat channel fell into an eerie silence.
After a long time,
Warmaster: "Damn it, no, did you really catch him?"
Tenjiro: "How did you catch this villain?"
Old Bird: "Terrifying, it's frightening."
In the face of ironclad evidence, no matter how much Warmaster and other Players didn't want to admit it,
Erebus had indeed become a prisoner of Desert and the others.
The topic in the global chat channel quickly shifted from initial skepticism and shock to discussions about punishing this villain, Erebus.
Old Thirteen: "@Desert, interested in doing some business?"
Desert: "@Old Thirteen, what's up? Smarty pants."
Old Thirteen: "One-on-one, you bastard, come here and fight one-on-one."
Desert: "So, do you want to talk business?"
Old Thirteen: "For business, I'll tolerate you this once. Are you interested in partnering to open a gladiatorial arena? We can capture a bunch of traitors and Chaos Daemons, put them in there, and let the Players challenge them one by one. If they're crippled, we heal them, then they fight again."
"Each challenge costs money. Only after unlocking the weaker guys one by one can the stronger ones be unlocked."
"Erebus will be the grand finale. Only after Players have challenged all the traitors and Chaos Daemons will they be qualified to challenge him."
"As long as we promote it, the gladiatorial arena will definitely be a hit. We'll just wait for the money to roll in."
"Those Player brats will definitely be happy to thoroughly humiliate Erebus, wouldn't they?"
Warmaster: "...—."
Tenjiro: "...—."
Old Bird:
"...."
Little Alpaca: "As expected of Tzeentch's chosen, any random brilliant idea is so malicious!!"
Twisted person: "Erebus: My lord, you truly are a devil."
Wrist Bro: "Kill! Kill! Kill! Hack! Hack! Hack!"
Zhuge: "Too malicious."
Desert: "@Old Thirteen, great idea! Let's do it right away."
Desert, Little Alpaca, and A Bowl of Lobster Soup discussed it, found the project feasible, and immediately started working on it.
The Erebus Gladiatorial Arena was quickly established.
Utilizing the Adeptus Mechanicus's powerful infrastructure capabilities, a magnificent gladiatorial arena was built in just three days.
After construction was completed, the gladiatorial arena was ready for opening.
To attract attention, Desert and other Players announced half-price admission on the first day of opening.
Players scattered across the galaxy flocked to the Saronis world via the Lighthouse teleportation network, eager to clear the gladiatorial arena and give Erebus a good beating.
Warmaster, as Player Combat Power No. 1, was the first to cut through the Daemons and traitors placed in the gladiatorial arena by Desert and other Players. Amidst fervent cheers, he entered the highly anticipated challenge against Erebus.
As the prompt sounded, the dimensional cube holding Erebus slowly emerged from the dark tunnel.
When Erebus was trapped in the dimensional force field, his time also permanently stopped at that instant.
When time resumed flowing, and he once again felt the power of the Warp,
The cheers from the gladiatorial arena also reached his ears.
"Where is this?"
Erebus looked around, for a moment, he couldn't figure out where he was.
The set of armor inscribed with prayers to the gods had also disappeared.
He was only wearing a loose linen garment.
Clang~
A weapon was thrown in front of Erebus by a guard standing high above. "Pick up your weapon, traitor. The champion of the gladiatorial arena will challenge you."
Erebus looked up, gazing at the center of the gladiatorial arena.
A burly, strong man, bare-chested, stood there.
There was still a lot of blood around him, clearly indicating he had just gone through an extremely brutal fight.
He held a longsword, his gaze cold. "Erebus, quickly pick up your weapon."
"I can't wait to give you a good beating."
Erebus was not a fool; he quickly realized what had happened.
He had been thrown into a gladiatorial arena by those damned outsiders, becoming a tool for entertainment.
Damn it, how dare they!!
He was a favored servant of the gods, a Dark Apostles who wielded the truths of the universe.
"You will regret this." Erebus bent down and picked up his weapon.
It was a sharp longsword.
Warmaster charged, his speed incredibly fast, covering a long distance in an instant.
The longsword in his hand slashed towards Erebus, a fierce sword light tearing through the air.
Warmaster held nothing back, launching a perfect sword technique barrage at Erebus.
Clang!
The first strike,
The blades of both sides collided, sparking bright fire, which appeared especially brilliant in the dim gladiatorial arena.
Erebus's expression changed slightly; the opponent's strength was extremely exaggerated. Just the shock from the blade caused her hand to ache.
Clang~ Clang~
The sword strikes were like a violent storm, creating a series of afterimages in the air.
The clanging collisions were incessant.
Erebus retreated repeatedly, his hand cracking, crimson blood flowing.
Clang~
After another collision,
The blade was knocked aside. Warmaster leaped forward a step, then used the elbow of his other hand to strike Erebus's nose.
The cartilage made a sticky, cracking sound, and crimson blood sprayed out, shocking and particularly conspicuous.
Erebus let out a cry of pain and retreated.
Warmaster pressed his advantage, sweeping his sword horizontally, the fierce sword light illuminating both their eyes.
A shocking wound appeared on the Dark Apostles's chest.
The Players and Imperial warriors in the gladiatorial arena gasped at this sight.
They knew Warmaster was strong from the previous battles,
But they had no concept of exactly how strong.
And now, they had that concept.
Erebus, an old veteran of countless battles, joined the Emperor's legions with Lorgar, making his seniority much higher than that of ordinary millennia-old veterans.
His combat power, needless to say, was immense.
During the Great Crusade, he was only slightly weaker than the first tier, like Sigismund and Rhadamanthus.
After millennia of refinement and the blessings of the gods, he was already one of the few peerless masters in the galaxy.
Now, however, he was being suppressed by Warmaster, unable to even counterattack effectively.
Desert: "Warmaster!! Is this guy cheating?!"
Little Alpaca: "That kind of combat power could take on three of us!"
A Bowl of Lobster Soup: "There are names that can be mistaken, but no nicknames that are wrong. He truly lives up to being the Guide's biological son!! This combat power is too fierce!!"
Warmaster in the gladiatorial arena was fully immersed in the battle, having no mind to listen to the audience's discussions, focusing solely on offense.
With another series of furious heavy blows, the longsword in Erebus's hand flew out, clattering across the deck.
Another punch landed on his throat, followed by a boot to his abdomen, sending him flying to crash against the distant gladiatorial arena wall with a dull thud.
Erebus lay on the ground like a dead dog, a hint of fear showing as he watched Warmaster approach.
This guy was ridiculously strong.
Purely in a cold weapon duel, he simply couldn't defeat the opponent.
"Get up." Warmaster looked down at him.
Erebus got up, picked up his weapon again,
Then, he quickly gathered a powerful psychic force,
After a low cry, he unleashed it all. Violent lightning tore through the air, making a terrifying sound, and blasted towards Warmaster.
Warmaster let out a low roar, and an invisible force erupted, blocking the lightning.
Then, he ran towards Erebus again.
Clang!
Their weapons collided again. Erebus couldn't withstand the force of the collision and was sent flying backward with a thud, falling heavily to the ground and rolling several times, his weapon again flying from his hand.
Erebus tried to get up from the ground, but his efforts were in vain after several attempts.
Warmaster walked over and looked down at him. Erebus initially thought he would be beheaded by the opponent.
However, the next second, the opponent also threw away his weapon,
And grabbed his armor, lifting him high into the air.
Erebus instantly knew what the opponent wanted to do.
"No! Don't do that!" he screamed in despair, hoping the opponent wouldn't do such a terrible thing.
The next second, Warmaster slammed the lifted Erebus into his knee.
!!!
Accompanied by a bone-chilling crunch, Erebus's spine was broken, and he was thrown to the ground like a dead dog.
The audience erupted in thunderous cheers.
Warhammer's signature move—a broken spine—is a must-see.
Warmaster bowed to the crowd in the audience, facing the deafening applause.
Erebus lay on the ground in despair; what was shattered wasn't just his spine, but also his dignity and self-respect.
He thought the humiliation was over,
However, Erebus underestimated the shamelessness of these outsiders.
After the duel ended, he was dragged back to the treatment room, where his spine and wounds were mended.
This left him very confused.
It was well known that the Imperium's attitude towards traitors was always to kill rather than let go.
Now, they were even providing treatment.
Such a thing was truly rare.
Just as Erebus was confused, he was once again thrown into the gladiatorial arena to greet the second champion who had defeated other traitors and monsters.
This champion's combat power was weaker than Warmaster's, but he still easily defeated Erebus,
And once again broke Erebus's spine.
Immediately after, Erebus was pulled back to the treatment room.
His wounds and spine healed, he was once again pushed towards the entrance.
This time, considering his declining stamina, they even thoughtfully injected him with stimulants.
Erebus:
Have you no shame?
Have you no shame??
Are you really treating me like livestock?
And with stimulants, are they trying to literally drain him dry?
After being challenged hundreds of times consecutively, and once again lying on the ground with a broken spine, Erebus's face showed despair.
Even a prisoner should have some human rights. Who could come up with such a malicious method of torture?
Watching the medical personnel approach, Erebus crawled away with his hands.
He no longer wanted to receive treatment.
These outsiders were simply devils.
If he continued to be challenged like this, he would die.
However, the medical personnel would not heed Erebus's thoughts.
They walked over, grabbed the traitor's ankles, dragged him to a medical stretcher, and took him to the treatment room.
After treatment, he was once again sent back to the gladiatorial arena.
Just as Erebus was suffering torment,
Meanwhile, on Prospero, two Daemon Primarchs arrived,
Fulgrim and Lorgar.
Considering the current military strength of the Imperium of Man, and the return of Guilliman and Lion El'Jonson,
They had no choice but to abandon their previous individualistic approaches,
Choosing to unite once more, solely to confront their former brothers.
Magnus was not surprised by their arrival; he had already predicted this gathering through the changes in the threads of fate.
"We cannot allow that fool Guilliman and that outsider to continue acting so recklessly," Lorgar immediately stated. "We must cooperate."
"I agree." Magnus nodded; he had suffered many losses at the hands of Guilliman and that outsider.
"Me too." Fulgrim's severed hand still had no way to be restored, and he was tormented daily by a burning pain, which made him hate Guilliman to the core.
"I already have a detailed plan." Lorgar looked at his two brothers, full of confidence.
"What Guilliman cares about most are his mortal parents. If we can find their souls, Guilliman will surely go mad and willingly fall into our trap."
"Are you crazy? You're going to capture Guilliman's parents?!"
Magnus felt a faint uneasiness in his heart when he heard Lorgar's plan.
"Yes, I have already dispatched Daemons. I want Guilliman to experience what it feels like to lose the things he cares about most in his life," Lorgar's voice was utterly evil. "I can't wait to see his despairing wails, to see him kneeling on the ground, begging us in a pathetic state."
"As long as the souls of this couple are in our hands, no matter what kind of trap we set, Guilliman will come."
Fulgrim also showed a malicious smile when he heard Lorgar's plan.
"I really like this plan."
"Guilliman will be in extreme agony and despair. Just thinking about it makes me want to moan and scream with excitement."
"We must set a good trap to ensure Guilliman comes and never returns."