Inside the arena, the battle between Yvraine and Lelith continued. For the audience, this duel gradually evolved from initial excitement into a "love-hate relationship" between the two sisters.
"Ahhh! Lelith, how many times have I told you! Don't stab my stomach, stomach acid flowing out really hurts!" Yvraine scrambled up from the sand, her face full of fury.
Her clothes were torn in many places, and even her hair tie was now gone. Her iconic towering braid had transformed into flowing long hair, significantly boosting her appearance.
Lelith, on the other hand, elegantly flicked her hair, wiping blood from her dagger with movements as fluid as an art performance.
A sneer played on her lips as she spoke in a tone like an elder scolding a child: "If you're bad, practice more! If you can't play, don't play!"
"Where did you learn those weird sayings?" Yvraine roared, brandishing her broken longsword, and charged at Lelith again.
However, Lelith merely took an elegant step back, easily throwing a flying knife that struck Yvraine's chest, the powerful impact once again knocking her to the ground.
"Ding – 30th kill, but Yvraine is still alive." The referee's voice echoed in the arena. However, the audience was silent, with even faint snores audible.
"This is too boring," a spectator yawned, casually tossing a grape into his mouth.
"Indeed," another noble agreed, a hint of helplessness in his voice.
At this moment, Magnus slowly returned to the VIP viewing area, pushing his wheelchair, his usual sneer and impatience still on his face. As soon as he arrived, he saw Li Feng lounging with his legs crossed, eagerly devouring Commorragh's specialty food, leisurely watching the "sisterly infighting" in the arena.
"Something happened just now..." Magnus began, a subtle hint of annoyance in his voice, "The Black Legion has infiltrated Commorragh."
Li Feng lazily turned his head to glance at him, his expression as calm as if he were listening to a weather report: "Oh? So?"
Victor's reaction, however, was completely different. Upon hearing this, he abruptly stood up, his cape flaring dramatically with the sudden movement, exuding a solemn tension:
"Infiltration? The Black Legion? Minions of the Warp? This is a huge threat! I must immediately stop the match and rally all of Commorragh's forces for defense!"
Just then, a bullet directly shot into the VIP viewing area. Victor quickly turned his head and saw a bullet perfectly stopped in front of him by a deflection field shield.
At this moment, a decorative piece on his helmet was glowing blue. It was a shield-type rosary beads he had stripped from an unlucky Imperial noble. He thought it looked good, so he erased the Imperial Aquila and attached it to his helmet.
Li Feng looked confused at this point, wondering who would attempt an assassination. And then, while everyone was still stunned, trying to figure out what had just happened, Victor immediately turned to look at Malys, who was holding an iron fan.
Victor directly drew the short sword from his staff and immediately swung it at Malys: "You poisonous woman! I'll kill you..."
That's right, he immediately guessed who was trying to assassinate him—his ex-wife standing beside him. However, at this moment, Li Feng still had a bun stuffed in his mouth, and Celestine, without Li Feng's instructions, merely watched everything unfold calmly... "Boom!"
With a huge explosion, the entire VIP viewing platform was instantly enveloped in smoke and dust. In an instant, hundreds of Drukhari / Dark Aeldari in the stands pulled out their weapons and began killing Victor's subordinates throughout the arena.
And as the smoke cleared... "Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey..." Li Feng spat out all the dirt and bun from his mouth.
This explosion was a directional blast, detonating upwards directly from beneath Victor's central chair.
Suddenly, the entire Commorragh arena erupted into a massive melee. The Malys Faction fought the Victores Faction, the Victores Faction fought the Malys Faction, and both factions simultaneously attacked the Ark Aeldari refugees and the Death God Army, while the Ark Aeldari refugees and the Death God Army defended against the two factions' assaults.
As the smoke cleared, Malys stood up from her chair, dusted herself off, and walked to the center of the blast point. There were no bodies, not even bloodstains, at the site of the explosion.
"Tsk... As expected, my ex-husband might not be good at much else, but he has one life-saving trick after another."
At this moment, the entire Commorragh was plunged into an unprecedented massive melee, and the starting point of the war was that originally "boring" arena duel.
In the streets of Commorragh, street fighting between the Victores Faction and the Malys Faction raged. Narrow alleys became breeding grounds for ambushes, and smooth, mirror-like hover-bridges turned into deadly battlefields. Various screams and explosions rose and fell, interspersed with curses and roars in the Aeldari language.
"Kill all those traitors!" Victor's subordinates shouted, controlling small combat vehicles brought from his private collection, rampaging and pushing back Malys's armed squads to a dilapidated aerial tower.
"Come on! Who's afraid of whom!" The Malys Faction's assassins moved nimbly through the shadows, retaliating with poisoned daggers and energy bombs. They dropped crude but deadly traps from the high points of the tower, even including living explosive toxins, at one point pinning the Victores Faction in a narrow dead end, unable to move.
Meanwhile, Victor was urgently teleported back to his bunker beneath the castle by his teleportation stone. However, his condition was very poor.
The shockwave of the explosion had caused severe internal injuries, making it almost impossible for him to stand normally. The bunker's attendants and Aeldari shamans frantically treated him, but Victor endured the pain and forcefully issued orders: "Full city alert! At all costs, annihilate Malys and all her traitors!"
As the shaman reattached his short leg, Victor gritted his teeth and said:
"Daring to murder her ex-husband! This is no ordinary ex-wife! We must strike hard! Commorragh's First Airborne Pirate Fleet! Deploy!"
However, just then, an alarm suddenly blared. On the bunker's holographic display, a suffocating scene appeared—the Webway gates were breached simultaneously from two directions!
Bursting in from one side of the Webway was the Chaos Black Legion. Their colossal ships blotted out the sky, combat hatches roared open, and a large number of Chaos Astartes Warriors poured into Commorragh, bringing an aura of destruction to this eerie shadow city.
They shouted "The Crimson Path!" sweeping away all obstacles in their path with ruthless efficiency.
And Warmaster Abaddon in his battleship coldly watched the chaotic city, a slight smirk playing on his lips. His objective was clear: to annihilate the remnants of the Ark Aeldari and to harvest the city of Commorragh, to achieve more battle results (fill in the gaps) for his (failed) plans.
From another direction came the Imperial Fleet. New Imperial warships, a mix of Gothic and technological styles, emerged from the void, successively deploying metallic beast-like drop pods.
Astartes forces, freshly detached from the dominant fleet, stepped into Commorragh, and the holy hymns of the Battle Sisters echoed across the battlefield. They raised the banner of the Imperial Aquila, proclaiming the reckoning of this heretical city.
And the leaders of this fleet were two of the Emperor's sons, Leman Russ and Jaghatai Khan. Their gazes were fixed on a particular target.
Despite the chaotic battlefield, he knew very well that there was only one most important objective for this mission: to find and bring back his Stepfather, Uncle Li!
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