Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 71 Blood Arena

Seeing Fabry's name suddenly shouted around him, Karl was stunned.

What's the situation, what's going on, do you want to die?

But soon, a scroll of parchment that was handed over quickly solved all of Karl's doubts.

It turned out that this unlucky guy who was killed by Karl had previously engaged in a "Ponzi scheme" here.

(Note: Ponzi scheme - a kind of fund-raising deception, which will not be expanded in detail.)
After the scam was exposed, Fabbri was issued a "duel application" by almost all the victims.

It stands to reason that Fabbri would be directly slaughtered in the arena by countless angry members of the Concentric Society.

But the clever Fabry had already thought of a way out for himself.

Fabbri hid in the "shelter" he had prepared a long time ago.

And according to the rules in the Blood Council Hall --- nothing happened in the hall.

As long as they leave the gate of the Blood Council Hall, the members of the Concentric Society are not allowed to fight each other. (Necessary "sacrifices" not included.)
This is the rule set by the third prince at the beginning of the organization's establishment, in order to distinguish the official members of the Concentric Society from those who are tools of Khorne believers.

Believe in Khorne, but keep yourself to yourself.

This is the biggest difference between the members of the One Heart Society and those who are crazy and demonized Khorne believers.

In a sense, these members of the One Heart Association are somewhat similar to the ideas of Horus during the 30k rebellion.

I can use Chaos, but I don't completely surrender to Chaos.

Of course, it later proved that this was all wishful thinking of the parties involved.

The reason why these "pseudo-Khorne believers" can still maintain their sanity is that Chaos needs them temporarily.

But it is also these "pseudo-chaos believers" who are more dangerous than those naturally generated believers of the Four Gods.

"The Lord is afraid of you, because you know how to deceive."

It is these, who are more concealed and deadly than the original Chaos believers-"smart people", have captured countless imperial planets for the Chaos army in advance.

Of course, the fate of these people is not all tragic.

At least as the chief third prince, he might be able to get a "official position" with Chaos, after all, Chaos also knows how to "breed".

But at this time, for Karl, who was regarded as Fabri, it seemed that Chaos was so clever.

But before Karl's "blood sacrifice..." could reach his lips, Karl swallowed it back.

Because he looked at the front of the hall from the corner of his eye, and saw a room marked "Player Lounge".

And on the inside of the room, he saw a data interface, which was exactly the purpose of Karl's trip.

As long as he can connect to the interface in the hall, it will not be too easy for him to touch the database of the Tongxinhui.

So Karl immediately changed his mind, deliberately used a slightly hoarse voice, and said to the crowd behind him who were cheering for the scammer's arrest: "Whoever wants to die, I will send him to the Brass Throne."

After finishing speaking, he snatched back the badge and walked towards the players' lounge without looking back.

And as he formally stepped into the gate of the Blood Council Hall, all the demons and ghosts became excited.

Soon, the entire list of duels swiped the screen full of tumors on the left side of the hall like a flood from a reservoir.

Fabry vs Dalal after 10 minutes

Fabry vs Brook after 20 minutes

Fabry vs. Duke after 30 minutes

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(Man, thank you so much Fabri.)
But the irony is that in a sense, Carl seems to have "revenged" the members of the group.

But this is not the focus of his attention at this time.

Looking at the "data interface" in the players' lounge, he was already hungry and thirsty.

(Let me be healthy, what good things are in it!)

Ignoring the surprised eyes around him, he happened to pass by the data interface in the lounge.

After pretending to have tripped and received a wave of ridicule from the people around him, Carl pretended that nothing happened and continued walking towards the interior of the lounge.

And this group of followers who were all focused on mocking Fabri (Carl) did not notice an inconspicuous gadget on the data interface.

"This guy is dead."

"How dare you come back after cheating me of so many contribution points!"

"Haha, don't worry, I'll save him some time later."

"Then thank you bro!"

Accompanied by a lot of cynicism around him, Karl came to Fabbri's locker.

Looking at the small square iron box in front of him, which is similar to the locker in the swimming pool in his previous life.

He swiped open the door of the cabinet directly with the badge in his hand.

Inside the dusty cabinet, there was only a short-sleeved shirt that looked like a combat uniform and a pair of tights with knife marks.

He knew very well that these were specially prepared equipment to prevent the burqa from stumbling in battle.

But for Karl, this is superfluous.

After putting the backpack into the cabinet, he directly closed the cabinet door.

In the process of unpacking, he has quietly started the copying program.

After all, it is unrealistic to sort out these data in a short time, and Karl doesn't have the time.

As long as the gadget is plugged into the data interface, after the automatic hacking is completed, the data is thrown on the memory in his bag and the job is over.

Of course, doing so will inevitably lose a large part of the data.

However, this loss is within his acceptable range. After all, it is better to receive some goods than to be deleted by Chaos believers.

Everything is ready, and all that is needed is for Karl to spend enough time in the arena.

He found a stool and sat down, and Karl began to scan the surrounding opponents with his peripheral vision.

But alas, other than a large mutant who looks like a giant O'Gryn, the other players don't seem to want to show their faces in front of him.

It seemed to feel his sight.

This bald-headed Ogrein, whose red blood vessels are bursting but full of strength, made Karl not to be underestimated, provoking him: "No living person can cheat Da Zhihui's contribution points, remember the name of the person who killed you— — Brook"

Hearing this, Karl's heart did not fluctuate.

In his eyes, this clumsy big smart is at most comparable to the previous berserker.

This kind of rookie that can be ground to death with a knife is not in Karl's eyes for the time being.

Seeing that Karl didn't intend to talk to him, the self-defeating Da Zhihui snorted coldly, turned and left directly.

10 minutes passed quickly.

After arriving at the point, a "staff" wearing Carl's burqa pulled him into the arena.

After walking through a short section of dark passage, a dazzling red light shot into Karl's eyes in an instant.

After a while, he gradually slowed down to observe this place called "Blood Arena".

But he soon discovered that except for the roof and the addition of some Khorne elements, the layout of the entire Arena of Blood was basically the same as that of the Colosseum.

In a cage made of metal, two "warriors" will dedicate their blood and heads to the "great being" on the brass throne.

And this time, he also saw clearly his No.1 opponent --- a trap hunter with a net gun.

Looking at the shabby bloodletting dagger in his hand, Carl couldn't help complaining: "Coach, is it too late for me to go back and get the bolt gun?"

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(End of this chapter)