Kill you, and your things are still mine

"My lord! My lord!"

"I know all his secrets! We also have technological relics from ten thousand years ago! I'm willing to tell you everything we know!"

"Spare me, spare me, spare—"

Squelch!

Lorgar's fist punched through the Arena Administrator's chest.

"Kill you, and all of this is still mine."

Lorgar casually shook the entrails off his fist, then tossed the administrator's corpse aside.

"Hahahaha! Die! Die! Die!"

Angron and his Gladiator brothers hacked and slashed at every enemy in their path. Armed to the teeth though these soldiers were, they could not put up even the slightest fight against the Gladiators in their battered armor. Angron and the others utterly overwhelmed them.

I wonder how Seras is doing... Lorgar thought as he watched the chaos before him.

Deep beneath the arena lay an even darker, more suffocating world.

This was the dungeon where the Gladiators were imprisoned. The air was foul, thick with mildew, the stench of blood, and despair.

Behind thick metal bars were faces either numb or twisted with rage. These were warriors stripped of dignity and hope, locked in cramped cages like trapped beasts.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded at the dungeon entrance, unlike those of the jailers.

Then the shrill sound of chains being severed by brute force shattered the dungeon's deathly silence!

A figure clad in dark gray power armor appeared in the dim light, far taller and more powerfully built than any Gladiator.

The humming Power Sword in his hand shimmered with a ghostly blue energy field.

Chapter Master William Theras did not hesitate. His sword rose and fell, striking the heavy chains and iron bolts that bound the gladiators with precision and force!

Clang! Crack!

The chains, forged from some unknown metal, snapped like rotten wood beneath the Power Sword! He kicked