The floodgates of the cell area suddenly rise, and a Chaos Space Marine, armed with a great axe, walks into the cell area.

As soon as they saw this guy walk in, Chen Ye and the other two space marines immediately stopped arguing, although they had conflicts with each other, they also had reasons to live, and they all knew very well that they could not escape alone.

In a situation where there is no way to die, cooperation is the best way.

The Oathbreaker Band's master executioner walked slowly through the cell area with his great axe, his axe slashing at the adamantite railing, sparks and heart-wrenching grinding sounds reaching the ears of every captive.

The executionmaster's gaze swept over every cell, he skimmed over the prisoners kneeling or cowering in the corners, and his gaze inevitably fell on Chen Ye.

"Let me play." Chen Ye looked at the executioner provocatively, "Is it possible for a butcher's nail to still have the ability to pick people?" ”

Chen Ye's sarcasm is undoubtedly harsh to the Space Marines of the Oath Breakers, as it is a very common and powerful sarcasm.

Every oath breaker has a Butcher's Nail on their head, and is controlled by the murderous intent and pain that the Butcher's Nail brings. That's true, but it's a bit too much to call people nails.

"I'll chop your head off." The executioner gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger, but he still got down to business first.

His gaze swept over Chen Ye and finally landed on Yao En's body.

"You."

"You guys."

The Executionmaster pointed at Yao En, and then at everyone in the cell, picking Yao En and the other captives, as well as Chen Ye, a space marine.

"Count me in, Nail." The blue-armored Space Marines in the opposite cell stood up and hooked the master executioner twice with his mutated tentacle arm that stretched out the railing.

"Since you want to die...... Well, Rod! Then add you! The Executionmaster struck the adamantite railing with his axe, and in his rage counted the blue-armored space marine, named Rhodes.

Rod glanced at Chen Ye, and then turned to the executioner: "Don't let that bug play." ”

The Executionmaster followed Rod's gaze and saw Yaoen.

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

In addition, the executionmaster didn't know if the blood and soul of the soulless were useful for the ritual, and Kweine was not in the foundry and couldn't go to consult, so it was better to let the soulless participate in the gladiatorial fight first and die early.

"Count me again." The pus-covered Space Marines stood up and demanded.

Without even looking at him, the executioner took hundreds of prisoners in his cell, then turned around and walked out of the cell area.

Soon more than 10,000 mortal minions of the Oathbreaker Gang poured into the cell area, unlocking the Adamantite cell door with a key in hand, releasing all those selected for gladiatorial combat, and forcing them to form a long line.

Most of the captives did not know what they were going to face, they thought it was an execution, and they trembled in fear and refused to leave their cells.

"It's not a punishment, it's a fair fight!" Mortal servants wielded axes and terrorized the captives who did not dare to leave their cells, forcing them to get up and leave their cells.

After all the makeshift gladiators lined up, Yao En turned his head and glanced at it, and his bioprocessor immediately counted the number of people.

plus two Space Marines, plus Yao En himself, a total of eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight people.

Yao En recalled that Qin Mo had told him how to use numbers to distinguish the Chaos Sect, and it must be the Blood God Believers who had to force up to the eight, and this group of people stood out as one who liked to fight in close quarters.

It's like Grote's big brother who believes in warrior champions.

Since most of the captives were civilians in the casting world, they were naturally accustomed to doing things like queuing, so they quickly lined up and were led by the servants of the war gang to the outside of the cell area.

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

When he reached the door, Yao En saw the gladiatorial arena, a giant furnace used to store molten metal in the engine foundry, half dismantled and decorated with various blasphemy marks, which looked like a giant indoor pool in the world of Tyrone III, but the one without water.

Around the arena were many people tied to the barbed pillars decorated with the Mark of the Blood God, who seemed to be the top of the Forge World.

The Dominator was only half of his body left, and his head was pierced by a metal hook and hung from the pillar, but he was not dead, and his two electronic eyes turned to observe the situation around him.

The arena was surrounded by oath-breakers, space marines, and a large number of mortal minions, all of whom were drawn to gladiatorial fights.

Seem...... This ritual requires an audience.

"Claim your weapons!"

A red, altered spiked transport plane flew to a halt in front of eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight men, and the men on it immediately threw down piles of weapons.

There weren't any good things in these weapons, not even guns, just axes, sticks, swords and things like that.

"Follow me in a moment." Chen Ye turned back to Yao En and whispered a reminder, then picked up two long knives.

"Don't take anyone else's weapons away!" The servant on the transport plane scolded.

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

The mortal minions and space marines in the vicinity didn't react at all when they saw their own people being killed, they just glanced at it.

"Then make up for it 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 Yao En another one: "It seems that you are not a particularly powerful soulless, at least I just feel like I am in a pile of ant cow dung when I stand next to you, and I am not unable to use psionic energy." ”

Although he was not convinced, Yao En admitted in his heart that Rod was right, that is, his soulless characteristics were not strong, and it would be strange for Rod not to vomit if his wife or daughter were here.

Yao En glanced at Rhodes and went to pick a random weapon to hold in his hand.

The procession slowly made its way towards the Colosseum, and everyone who passed by the transport plane picked up a weapon.

Everyone moved on, into the battlefield in the center of the gladiatorial arena.

The gladiators sent by the Oath Breakers also arrived, and there were eight hundred and eighty-eight of them, all of whom were mortal minions except for a hundred or so Space Marines.

Some of the Warband's Space Marines marched forward with their great axes held high, and some of them took off their power armor, as if they wanted to win the fight by more glorious means.

The battle is imminent.

Chen Ye excitedly held his double sword and prayed to the emperor.

Rod spoke very affectionate words into the air.

The captives prayed to the Ume Messiah.

Yao En picked up the black pendant that Qin Mo gave him a few years ago and pasted it on his head: "Guide me, my god." ”

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