Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 469: The King of Fighters He is a Pirate

The cell door behind him slowly opened, and shouts like a tsunami exploded.

Lin Heng stepped into the duel arena which was covered with blood and body parts. Above the piled buildings were hung the rotten corpses of more than a dozen races.

When the spectators saw that the Space Marine was still holding his head high, they became furious and started shouting all kinds of insults at him.

The vast majority of them even use the language of the empire. It really means that before killing someone, one must first destroy their heart.

"Oh, look, look, a Salamander with its power pack removed. I wonder how many blows this sturdy Space Marine can take, haha. I think everyone is the same, if their heads are cut off, they will all die of cold lying on the ground."

The host appeared on stage again. He stood on the floating flying disc and explained diligently. All eyes were fixed on him.

So, suddenly Lin Heng turned around, faced the wall and ran wildly. When he was almost at the end, he jumped up with "bang bang bang" and climbed up using his hands and feet like a gecko.

Amid cheers, Yu jumped high from the top of the wall and flew straight towards the host in the sky.

But with a "bang", the huge iron guy hit the energy barrier, and the sparks that appeared reflected the bright faces of the onlookers.

They clapped their hands, crossed their legs, and laughed at the Space Marine's ugliness, mocking this brainless fool who had only brute force.

"Oh, oh, oh. Look, he can't help but pull me down. In that case, welcome our hunter!"

The platform rose, and a pirate warrior in uniform appeared. He bowed and blew a kiss to the beautiful lady.

"As expected of a Salamander warrior, you can still unleash such powerful strength without a power backpack. You are a beast worthy of my hunting. Remember my name, Dark Strait..."

Before the name was spoken, Lin Heng broke off the bricks and tiles on the wall and threw them out.

The distance of a hundred meters passed in a flash, and the pirate quickly turned around and dodged, and his relaxed expression disappeared.

The pupils shrank and locked onto the enemy, but before the enemy's figure arrived, the stones or iron rods arrived first.

The pirate had to roll over a few times and jumped off the building and landed lightly at the moment. At the moment, the wall next door suddenly collapsed, and Lin Heng, who was twice as tall as him, rushed in front of him among the falling bricks and tiles.

In order to create a sense of fierceness in the battle, the materials used in the buildings in the Colosseum sandbox are of very low quality compared to the outside world.

Yongheng pulled out the steel bar from the wall and smashed it hard, but a cold light flashed and the dagger over there cut it in half.

"Swish swish."

The pirates retreated again. Although people in the stands shouted and said that they had killed the other party, the person involved had sweat on his forehead at this moment.

He seemed to realize that this guy was not so easy to deal with, and if he had just turned around and dived down to cut his tendons.

A vague sense of death enveloped his heart, and he had a premonition that he might not be able to dodge the next punch.

Lin Heng looked at the pirates in front of him with great interest. People like them who make a living on the edge of a knife do have more sensitive intuition.

If he had spiritual energy at this moment, he would be able to kill the opponent easily, but what he wanted was to train himself in the basics of combat.

"Douya, you were scared just now, right?" Lin Heng half-knelt and raised his fists.

"Ha!" The pirate brandished his sword and held the dagger in his backhand.

The next moment, he passed by like a black shadow, the dagger in his hand was instantly grasped, and he stabbed it at the weak point of the abdominal shell of the power armor at an extremely tricky angle.

The speed, the force, the momentum, the posture...

"Oh!"

The twisted body bent back and rolled on the ground for more than ten times. Only then did the audience in the stands realize that the hunter might have lost his life the moment he came into contact with Lin Heng's fist.

The stands suddenly fell silent, but cheers were heard from the top box.

"Haha! Just fight like this, the audience likes the contrast!

Tell that host to stop standing there and release the next one.”

The rules of the game changed at any time. In the following two hours, Lin Heng faced 70 opponents of different races.

The stakes grew higher and higher, to the point where the hunter had to pay to choose his weapon, but even so, Lin Heng could only chop with a dagger to the end.

The list of combatants faded one by one, and the most serious injury he suffered was a stab in the thigh by a guy with 17 wins.

But that was also because Lin Heng tried to rely solely on his fighting instincts instead of opening his eyes, and he was facing a situation where he had to fight ten people in one go.

The audience in the stands were boiling with excitement, and they were almost going crazy looking at the closed betting pool.

I was hoping for luck, thinking that the damn guy would get tired no matter how powerful he was, but I didn't expect that he could fight for two hours at a high intensity just by relying on his physical body.

Moreover, this was under the Eldar's home advantage, and the opponent was weakened to varying degrees in every aspect, but the result was shocking.

Although the scars on the power armor increased, the guy really stood forever like a tower that would never collapse.

Guns were useless, the opponent was more accurate. Venom was useless, the most he could do was stagger. The drug-addled Dark Eldar hunters were the worst.

Once it is confirmed that the person who appears is a remnant of Comoros, he will be greeted with nothing but shocking torture.

They tore off legs, dug out eyes, pulled out tongues, kicked genitals, tore off scalps, tore faces, and fucked the anus with a hard rod, one by one, and still didn't let the other person die in a short time.

When the last hunter died, Lin Heng, covered in blood, was knocked unconscious by the electric shock device on the back of his head and dragged back to the cell.

Many gamblers were ready to flee. The sky was falling for tens of thousands of gamblers. The supplies they had worked so hard to snatch were burned to ashes in just two hours.

Ngur and his group, who opened the gambling table, made a lot of money. According to preliminary estimates, they have earned enough tax revenue for the Dark Strait for nearly a year.

He laughed uncontrollably as he looked at the supplies piled up in the warehouse, although these things were only a small part of all his assets.

But what he loves is this feeling of being the only one sober while everyone else is drunk.

"Draw up a detailed list of these materials and give it to Lin Heng, and let him pick one-fifth of them."

When good things came to Lin Heng, he was of course happy to accept them. Although he did not need the real estate, land deeds, and slaves, he took away all the high-value items.

If he placed an agent in the Strait, he would now have at his disposal another wave of infantry troops numbering thousands, including logistics.

However, as Engul said, having an army and maintaining an army are two completely different concepts. Lin Heng knows nothing about farming and governing.

He would rather exchange these things for more valuable items, so all the items were exchanged for refined gold or refined gold ore.

He also bought a large amount of the spirit bones of the elves, but this thing was even rarer than refined gold. Even Engul, the controller of the largest market in the Strait, did not have much.

After all, this thing is an unconventional material, and only by manipulating psychic energy can it be fused into subspace crystals.

Moreover, only psychic craftsmen who become Bone-singers can forge it into various items.

Even for an Alpha-level Void Dreamer like Caroline, she still needed to pay a Bonesinger craftsman to help her make it, and couldn't do it herself.

But luck was on their side, and Ngur immediately thought of the ships of the craft world Yemlock that had reached the strait.

Their poor partner believes in Val, the Eldar god of forging, and must have a lot of stored spiritual bones.

Although the bounty for the mission had been agreed upon beforehand, as N'Gul himself said, he was a pirate.

"Lin Heng, are you interested in extorting money from them?"

"To be honest, I'd rather rob them."

Lin Heng saw that Engul's heart was beating fast, and the old man's eyes were already gleaming with a cunning light.

"I think you are more suitable to be a pirate."

...

"Ah, I'm really sorry for not informing you all right away after I returned to the Straits. As a parent, I have to appease the people and handle government affairs. I'm sorry. I think you will understand, right?"

"Understood, understood."

The captain of the frigate from the Forge Ark said that he understood, but he kept rolling his eyes in his heart. He wanted to pay more attention to the situation of the soul stone.

However, after all, there is a gap in status, so the captain can only be patient and see what the other party plans to extort.

"Oh, you don't know how difficult and dangerous this journey is."

Ngur poured out his heart out, describing the situation on the wrecked ship in a crackling and exaggerated manner.

Anyway, Dulles is dead and there is no evidence to prove his guilt, so he can make up whatever he wants.

So, Lin Heng became the murderer of the Soul Prophet Dulles.

In order to protect the Soul Prophet, he himself suffered quite serious trauma.

When it came to the crucial moment, Ngur even pretended to cough twice, as if he had a hidden illness and an old injury.

"Really? Your Excellency, do you need our ship's doctor to take a look at you?"

The captain and officers on Yemlock, who had been waiting for a long time, did not want to hear about this kind of thing, so they just said some polite words to deal with it.

"Oh, that's great, that's great. There's a big hole in my armor. It was caused by that damn tin can. I'll have to trouble the craftsman on your ship."

The captain and other officers forced a smile. They really wanted to scold the pirate who was taking advantage of them, but there was nothing they could do. They could only patiently nod in agreement as they were on someone else's territory.

"Oh, that's great, that's great. Although the process was a little unexpected, the ending is a happy one for everyone. Someone, bring the soul stone to the captain."

When the servant arrived with the box, the captain and his men were immediately attracted to it. They picked out the souls inside one by one to check the condition of them.

After making sure the Bone Singer's Soul Stone was safe and stable, he finally let go of his worries. It was a pity that the Soul Prophet was destroyed.

"So, that damn tin will have to torture him to death. He..."

But when Engul saw another hunter being hacked to death by Lin Heng, he was filled with rage and stood up, cursing, throwing plates and bowls, and shouting that no one should stop him, otherwise he would go down and hack him to death himself.

This made the captain and his men extremely uncomfortable, and they quickly stepped forward to stop him.

"Fuck, no one can hold up the scene, because do you know how many of my good men died? 108 of them. Do you know how much I lost? It's my fucking annual tax quota, this is it."

The captains and officers on the Ark World instinctively didn't believe it, but only the captains dared to tease each other.

"Is this true? You're not secretly manipulating this from the inside?"

Engul immediately blew his beard and glared, as if he was still angry.

"Hey! Even though I'm a pirate, I still have moral principles, okay? Do you understand the principles?

Damn it, this guy is for you, the farther away from my strait the better, you can torture him however you like."

Ngur said no more, said he would pay for the expenses of the past few days, and quickly left the arena. It was unknown whether he was really angry or not.

In the next few days, Lin Heng did not fight. Instead, he was stripped of his power armor, his hands and feet were blocked, and he was thrown into a prison cell.

The craftsmen and doctors of the Ark Eldar arrived together, and as a result, Ngur lost seven or eight pieces of armor that needed to be repaired, and even asked them to maintain various vehicles.

However, Engul was not incapable of doing business. He provided a large amount of supplies as funds and served these officials from the Ark World comfortably.

While waving goodbye, he also wished the other party a safe journey and said that he would definitely visit Yemlok if he had the chance.

The captain welcomed the visit, then closed the hatch and sailed away. The asteroid belt opened up, and as he watched the Dark Strait gradually move away, the captain walked to the front of the cell.

"How's it going?"

"Captain, the corrosive glands and pebble kidneys have been removed, and his means of resistance have been reduced to zero. Unfortunately, there is no gene seed in his body, so research cannot be conducted."

The captain nodded and signaled the doctor to continue weakening the opponent's body functions. After arriving at the Ark World, he would immediately let the Supreme Prophet explore his memory.

"The Extreme Star Region is becoming more and more dangerous now. We must ensure the safety of the Ark World."

"clear."

The battleship went deep into the starry sky. As the star gate in the cabin was lit up, a huge webway opened in front of the ship. As the stern sank, the silent Lin Heng opened his eyes.

The doctor, who wanted to continue removing the organ for research, suddenly found that his scalpel could not cut the squirming muscles.

Moreover, there were earthworm-like filaments of flesh stuck together at the open wound. Realizing that something was wrong, the doctor looked at the Space Marine's face.

However, he discovered that the Space Marine, who was supposed to be anesthetized, was now staring at him intently.

"save..."

With a "bang", the rings that bound his hands and feet broke. Even an Astartes in his complete state could not have done that.

The doctor only felt a gust of cold wind, and his head immediately became dizzy.

Just before he lost consciousness, he realized that the human in front of him had twisted into his own appearance.