Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 49
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According to the negotiation conditions, all soldiers of the First Army can move freely.

Soldiers were also allowed to go home to visit their families, and they were allowed to choose to go or stay, a choice that meant little to most.

Except for some officers who are petty nobles, the others have only one idea, and that is to hurry up and bring their families to Xincato to enjoy unlimited fresh water.

In less than two days, almost all of them brought their families to the front of the passage to the bottom hive, and then they were transported back to New Cato together.

But there are also people who can't find their family members.

Like Grote.

"What's the matter, brother?" Gray saw Grote sitting on the bunker in a daze, and immediately jumped up and sat beside him.

"I didn't find my family." Grote said in a low voice, "They live in District No.14, but I didn't find anything after I went there. My house is rusty and moldy, which proves that they have been away for a long time..."

Gray knew Grote's family situation. He had an older brother and a younger sister.

It stands to reason that his two relatives have the ability to protect themselves in the hive capital, so they shouldn't disappear anyway.

Gray racked his brains to think of words to comfort Grote: "Maybe they are in some trouble, maybe they are wandering around the nest... I'm not very good at talking, I just want to say..."

"You took your family to New Cato?" asked Grote.

"Yes." Gray nodded.

"Congratulations, brother."

"I……"

Grote grabbed Gray's hand, touched his shoulder, and fell silent.

After a while, Klein came over and shouted to Gray and Grote, "Come on, let's take you to the first district."

"Klein? I thought you wouldn't come back." Gray was very surprised. He thought that nobles like Klein would stay in the upper nest.

After all, although the new Cato in the bottom nest is stronger than the bottom nest, it is still inferior to the top nest.

"The idiots in the family think I'm crazy, and they don't want to go to the bottom nest with me." Klein didn't really want to discuss this topic. "Go to the first district with me to have fun. We've been fighting for almost a whole year, so it's time to relax."

"The first district? Isn't it full of gangs?" Gray knew what the first district was, and it was a dangerous place for civilians.

The first district is full of members of gangs and guilds, not to mention civilians walking in, even if a criminal walks in, all useful things will be squeezed out of him.

"The first district is very dangerous. For others, it is a paradise for the rich. I guarantee that we will be treated like VIPs." Klein said with a smile.

Gray shook his head and looked at Grote. He thought it was more time to comfort his friend than to play.

"Come together." Klein also looked at Grote, and made a joke: "Maybe your family has joined a gang, isn't this a good opportunity for you to find them?"

This was originally a joke, but Grote felt it was possible, because his brother was a strong and capable man, and it was not surprising to join a gang.

So Grote immediately jumped off the bunker, and after Gray also jumped off, the two followed Klein to the first area.

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It seems that the gang intends to curry favor with the members of the First Army, so even if Klein didn't give out any money, the three of them still received courtesy. A woman with a highly prosthetic body to make her figure perfect as a guide led the three of them to play in the first district.

It's a perfect night.

The three of them first went to drink, then ate ant beef, and were taken to meet many gang leaders, and all of this was free.

In the end, the female guide took the three of them to the arena, and entered the high-level VIP room to watch the fight together.

"Each of you has a bet limit of [-] throne coins." The female guide walked up to Gray holding two metal plates. "This is a gift you deserve. If you lose the bet, you can take away [-] throne coins. If you win, you can take away more throne coins."

Klein was a little surprised when he heard the [-] throne coins. This amount of money was enough for a group of people to eat and drink for a month plus pay.

"I want to bet..." Grote looked at the two metal cards, and then randomly picked a gladiator name that he thought sounded better, "Bet on Heavy Hammer."

"Then I'll bet on the hammer too."

"Me too."

Neither Gray nor Klein knew the gladiators here, so they followed Grote to bet.

The female guide immediately turned around and stored their betting information in the machine.

It wasn't long before the gladiatorial battle officially began.

Among the colorful lights, the No.1 gladiator appeared.

"Let us welcome the most promising gladiator..." An excited and excited voice sounded on the radio, "Ant ant ant ant... Ambull!"

Cheers and applause immediately resounded throughout the arena.

In the warm cheers, a strong man came out of the cage. His body was highly modified, two meters tall, and armor plates were even implanted directly in his vital parts. Even his arms were transformed into two long knives.

"Kill!" The gladiator named Ambull roared to the audience present.

The cheers and applause intensified amid his roar.

"Let us welcome the gladiators who are about to be cut into countless pieces by ambull." The voice rang out again, "Hammer!"

Another gladiator came out of the door, his appearance was far from the ambull's.

The left half is strong flesh, and the right half is metal. Both arms have been transformed into pliers suitable for industrial production. The technology used for transformation is poor so the workmanship is rough.

"This guy is a pit slave," Klein said.

"What is a Pit Slave?" Gray asked. "How come I've never heard of it?"

"You may not have heard of it, but pit slaves are very common..." Klein then began to explain what pit slaves are.

To put it simply, some guilds will design a person to bear a huge debt, of course that person can't afford it, it doesn't matter, just accept the transformation and send it to the factory as a slave.

This is the so-called pit slave.

Their flesh is basically modified for industrial production, which is why the arms of the gladiator named Hammer are pincers.

"Some pit slaves will kill the overseer and run out, and then live as a gladiator in the arena until they are killed by their opponents." Klein said.

"So that's it." Gray suddenly realized, "This person is quite miserable."

Grote did not participate in the conversation between the two.

Although he was far away from the ring in the arena and couldn't see Chong Hammer's appearance clearly, Chong Hammer's body and that half of his body gave him a familiar feeling.

Inexplicably familiar.

(End of this chapter)