Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 177 Gladiatorial Ceremony
The gate of the prison block suddenly rose, and then a Chaos Space Marine with a giant ax walked into the cell block.

Seeing this guy walk in, Chen Ye and the other two space warriors immediately stopped arguing. Although they had conflicts with each other, they also had reasons to live, and they also knew that they couldn't escape alone.

When there is no way to die, cooperation is the best way.

The Execution Master of the Oath-Breaker Warband walked slowly in the cell area with a huge axe. His ax struck the adamantine railing, and sparks and the thrilling sound of friction reached the ears of every prisoner.

The executioner's eyes swept over every cell, he skipped over those prisoners who were kneeling or huddled in the corner, and his eyes inevitably fell on Chen Ye.

"Let me play." Chen Ye looked at the execution master provocatively, "Does a butcher's nail still have the ability to provoke people?"

Chen Ye's sarcasm is undoubtedly harsh to the space fighters of the Oathbreaker Warband, because it is a very common and powerful sarcasm.

Every oath breaker has a butcher's nail on his head, and is controlled by the murderous intent and pain brought by the butcher's nail.This is the case, but it is a bit too much to call people a nail directly.

"Your head will be chopped off by me." The execution master gritted his teeth to suppress his anger, but he still finished the business first.

His eyes swept over Chen Ye, and finally landed on Yao En.

"you."

"you."

The execution master pointed at Yao En, and pointed at everyone in the cell one after another, choosing Yao En, the other prisoners and Chen Ye, the space soldier.

"Count me in, Nail." The blue-armored space soldier in the opposite cell got up, stretched out the railing with his mutated tentacles arm, and hooked the executioner twice.

"Since you want to die...alright Rhodes! Then you will be added!" The execution master hit the fine gold railing with an axe, and in a fit of rage he still counted the blue-armored space warrior named Rhodes.

Rhodes winked at Chen Ye, and then turned to the execution master: "Don't let that bug play."

The execution master followed Rhode's gaze and saw Yao En.

He recognized it as a soulless man too, but to him it was just a mortal captive, nothing more.

In addition, the execution master doesn't know whether the blood and soul of the soulless are useful for the ceremony, and Kween is not in the foundry and cannot consult.

"Count me in." The pussy-covered space warrior stood up and demanded.

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

Soon, more than 1 mortal servants of the Warband of the Oathbreakers poured into the cell area, opened the adamantine cell door with the key in hand, released all those who were selected for the gladiatorial battle, and forced them to form a long line.

Most of the prisoners didn't know what they were going to face. They thought it was a punishment, and trembling with fear, they refused to leave the cell.

"This is not a punishment, this is a fair battle!" The mortal servant brandished an axe, threatening those prisoners who dared not leave the cell, forcing them to get up and leave the cell.

After all the temporary gladiators lined up, Yao En turned his head and glanced, and his biological processor immediately counted the number of people.

Adding two space fighters and Yao En himself, there are 880 people in total.

Yaoen recalled that Qin Mo once told him how to use numbers to distinguish Chaos sects, and those who insisted on making up the eight must be blood god believers, and one of these people liked to fight in close quarters.

Like Grotter's older brother who believed in the champion of valor.

Since most of the captives were civilians from the Forge World, they were naturally used to queuing up, so they quickly lined up and were led out of the cell area by the war gang servants.

The closer to the outside of the cell area, the more intense the shouting and killing.

When Yao En walked to the door, he saw the Colosseum. This is a huge furnace used to store molten metal in the engine foundry. It has been dismantled in half and decorated with various profane marks. It looks like Tyrone Galaxy III. No. The giant indoor swimming pool in the world is just the kind without water.

Around this gladiatorial arena, bound to the thorny pillars adorned with the blood god's mark, are many people, all of whom appear to be high-ranking Forge Worlds.

The ruler sage only had half of his body left, and his head was pierced by a metal hook and hung on the pillar, but he was not dead, and his two electronic eyes turned to observe the surrounding situation.

The arena is surrounded by Oathbreaker Space Marines and a large number of mortal servants, all of whom are attracted by the gladiatorial battle.

It seems... this ceremony needs an audience.

"Get your weapons!"

A modified crimson transport plane covered in spikes flew to a stop in front of 880 people, and the people on it immediately dropped piles of weapons.

There is nothing good in these weapons, not even guns, only axes, sticks and long swords.

"Follow me later." Chen Ye turned his head and reminded Yao En in a low voice, then picked up two long knives.

"Don't take away other people's weapons!" the servant on the transport plane scolded.

As soon as the servant finished speaking, his upper body was cut in half. The others didn't see clearly who killed him, they only saw some blood on Chen Ye's double knives.

The nearby mortal servants and space marines didn't react at all when they saw their own slain, just glanced at it.

"Then find love from you!" Chen Ye took out the servant's knife and handed it to the mortal captive behind him.

Rhodes picked up two sticks and handed one to Yao En: "It seems that you are not a particularly powerful soulless person, at least I just feel like I am in a pile of ambull dung when I am standing next to you, so it is not impossible to use my soul." able."

Although he was not convinced, Yao En admitted that Rhodes was right, that is, he was not a soulless person, and if his wife or daughter were here, it would be strange for Rhodes to vomit.

Yao En glanced at Rhodes, then picked out a weapon and held it in his hand.

The team slowly moved towards the arena, and everyone who passed by the transport plane picked up a weapon.

Everyone moved on and entered the battlefield in the center of the arena.

The gladiators sent by the Oathbreaker War Gang also arrived. There were 880 of them in total, and except for a hundred or so space warriors, the rest were all mortal servants.

Some of the warband's space warriors marched forward holding their giant axes high, and some of them took off their power armor, as if they wanted to win the gladiatorial fight with more honorable means.

The battle is imminent.

Chen Ye excitedly raised his swords and prayed to the emperor.

Rhodes spoke very intimate words into the air.

The captives pray to the Om Messiah.

Yao En picked up the black pendant that Qin Mo gave him a few years ago and stuck it on his forehead: "Guide me, my God."

(End of this chapter)