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Chapter 219 Declaring War on the Dark Eldar

cough!cough!cough!
Frasque climbed out of the rubble.
The other party's brutal charge caused him a great loss.

"You've given me a surprise, monkey."

"I've almost forgotten when was the last time I bled?"

Frasker looked at the war commander in the distance.
There was an indescribable malice in his voice.

The war commander didn't speak, but silently raised his shield and casually brandished his short spear, the sound of it cutting through the air constantly ringing out, sharp and piercing.

He then took another step, started running, and prepared to take down the conspirator's governor.

Several dark Eldar warriors rushed forward, attempting to halt the warlord's advance.

To gain a greater advantage for their owners

But then Zhan Shuai thrust out his short spear one after another, piercing through those guys.

The last Dark Eldar warrior who leaped toward him was pierced through by him, then lifted up and hurled at Flask.

The governor swung his longsword, cleaving the dark Eldar warrior in two.

After letting out a low roar, it charged towards the War Commander.

"What right do you have to challenge me, you monkey?"

Flask roared, swinging his sword at the warlord's shield, sending countless sparks flying and leaving behind a series of shocking sword marks.
"I'm going to cut off your limbs, peel off your skin, build a toilet out of your skull, and also..."

The warlord parried with his shield, silencing the governor's ensuing barrage of words.

Frasque staggered backward from the impact, hastily swinging his sword in counterattack.
But it only left clusters of bright sparks on the opponent's shield.
This annoyed him; the guy was like a turtle shell.
No matter what kind of attack he launched, it all came to nothing.

No matter how cunning the achievement, it will be blocked by the opponent's shield.

His speed became meaningless.

Zheng……

Another futile attack.
"Damn it, can't you just throw away that shield and have a real duel with me, you stupid monkey?"

Frasker was somewhat exasperated.
The thick shield made it difficult for him to attack; he couldn't break through its defenses at all.

But even the War General couldn't attack Vlask.

The opponent is too fast; if you're not careful, they'll outflank you.

He could only resort to conservative tactics.

"Are you a useless brat who hasn't been weaned? You can't beat them, so you ask them to throw their shields."

In order to expose a weakness in the opponent, Zhan Shuai broke his silence.

His words were brief, yet extremely powerful.

One sentence was enough to break Flax's defenses.

"How dare you? How dare you call me trash?" Flax screamed.

His movements grew faster and faster, constantly slashing at the shield, producing a clanging sound.

“You have been beaten into a pack of dogs by Slaanesh.”

"You've lost everything, just to prolong your lives."

"Didn't you eat? Why do you have no energy at all?"

"........."

Zhan Shuai kept speaking, using sarcastic words to trample the other party's arrogance underfoot.

Frasque's anger intensified.

He launched a frenzied offensive, attempting to break through the opponent's defenses.

However, this idea is destined to be futile.
The shield is too strong; it's a perfect counter to agile players like him.

"Judging by your appearance, you must be selling hooks to afford this conspiracy!"

Upon hearing this, Frasque was stunned for a moment, and then went completely insane.

The dark Eldar of Comoros all pursue the ultimate pleasure of desire.
Simply being with someone of the opposite sex isn't enough to satisfy them.
Frasque rose from the very bottom, and outsiders have no idea how arduous that path was.

Only by selling one's body and soul for a pittance can one have a chance to climb up the social ladder.

Seeing the other party's completely deranged state, Zhan Shuai laughed even harder.

"Looks like I was right."

“I’m going to write down your hook story, divide it into three chapters and six sections, and find hundreds of storytellers to tell it everywhere.”

"Once you've made money, recruit more people, expand and strengthen your business, and strive to tell the story of your hook to every creature that can understand it."

The more Zhan Shuai talked, the more excited he became.
Frasker grew increasingly enraged, and his attacks became faster and faster.

However, his movements also showed flaws.

Zhan Shuai seized the opportunity, leaping forward and thrusting his short spear, leaving a horrifying wound in Vlask's abdomen.

Frasker pulled away, creating some distance, and looked at the wound on his abdomen, both shocked and furious.
"Today is your death day." The warrior closed the distance between them, raised his shield, and charged.
Frasque dared not confront them directly and could only dodge.

The warrior seized the opportunity to sweep his short spear horizontally, forcing his opponent to raise his sword to parry.

Zheng~
Another resounding clang echoed.
Frasque felt a sharp pain in his hand, and his longsword nearly slipped from his grasp.

Just as I was about to create some distance and gain a chance to catch my breath, my opponent charged at me again with his shield.
Frasque was unable to dodge in time and was knocked to the ground, his weapon flying out of his hand.

"Should……"

Before Frasker could finish speaking,
The warrior then struck his head with the edge of his shield.
Then he turned the spear around and thrust it down fiercely.

The spear, crackling with electric arcs, tore through the governor's black armor like paper, piercing his body.

Crimson blood gushed out, splattering onto the warlord's yellow helmet.

cough!cough!cough!
Frasque stretched out his hands, coughing up blood, as he tried to pull the short spear embedded in his abdomen.

But the spear had driven so deep that it pinned his body to the ground.

His strength was being drained away with the flow of blood.
Despite several attempts, he was unable to remove the spear from his abdomen.

The war commander looked down at his opponent from his superior position and said, "It seems I have won."

The warriors of the conspiracy screamed and rushed toward the spot where the two were fighting, trying to save their master.

Do you think we're all dead?

The twisted man swung his thunder-stirred warhammer, striking a dark Eldar warrior.

With a single strike, the opponent's body was torn to pieces and sent flying backward.

"Aliens, taste the fury of the warp, Buddha's Wrath Lotus."

Jujiro slammed his scepter into the ground.
A terrifying burst of subspace energy erupted instantly.
Centered around the war general and the fallen governor,
Dozens of bright red lotus buds, ready to bloom, appeared.

They slowly unfolded, bursting forth with raging flames that coalesced into a tidal wave, sweeping everything away and devouring the dark lords.

"As expected of the chosen one of this version, he's incredibly strong." The sea turtle swung his sword, beheading an enemy, and looked at Jujiro with envy.

"No one can save you."

The warlord lifted Frasker up as if he were carrying a chick.

He put his shield and short spear back into storage and replaced them with a longsword.

"Monkey... monkey... monkey, you..." Frasque gasped for breath, using the last of his strength to try and speak.
The warlord swung his longsword, the whistling blade aimed at the neck of the conspirator's governor.

The head fell to the ground, and blood gushed out.

The story of Frasker thus came to an end.

Witnessing the execution of the Archon, the remaining Dark Eldar let out strange cries and then launched an even stronger offensive.

Frasker used the technology of an ancient empire to brand them with cursed marks.

Betrayal will make life worse than death.

This tactic is frequently used by other conspiracies as well.

This was all to ensure the loyalty of his subordinates and to prevent them from stabbing him in the back at any time.

Therefore, these Dark Eldar must avenge their master.

Facing the crazed Dark Eldar, the players showed no fear and retaliated with equal ferocity.

"Brothers, kill them!"

"Don't let anyone go."

"Awesome."

"........."

The Dark Eldar are masters at using death to intimidate their enemies.

Unfortunately, players didn't buy it.
After a fierce battle,
The players single-handedly broke down the Flesh and Blood Skull Conspiracy Group.

The morale of the intrigue knights, who were determined to avenge their master, was also utterly crushed.
After all, not seeking revenge, but merely being tormented by the brand,
If they keep fighting, they'll have to report to Slaanesh.

"retreat."

"retreat."

Seeing one of his men hacked to pieces by those humans, Guerrero, the vice-leader of the conspiracy, was utterly terrified.

These humans are insane.

The remaining warriors of the conspiracy retreated into the mist.

"Come and go as you please!! Do you think this is an inn?"

"Brothers, pursue them! Those who offend the Empire, no matter how far away, shall be punished."

The warlord held up Frasker's head and shouted.
The players roared and charged out of the camp, riding jet motorcycles to chase after the Dark Elf race.

Judge Garen looked at the players who were excitedly yelling and slapped his forehead.

"Are these guys from Krieg?"

"He just yelled like that and charged out??"

"Is the battle over?" The Sage Adori, who had been hiding, peeked out from behind a cover.
Survival principle: Leave professional tasks to professionals; don't be foolish enough to get carried away and become cannon fodder.

Only after confirming that the Dark Eldar had been driven back by the Chosen Ones did the Sage Adori slowly emerge.

After surveying the damaged camp, he opened a data interface. "Repair protocol initiated."

“We need to rebuild the camp and make targeted preparations for any subsequent retaliation from the Dark Eldar.”

"........."

The players pursued the fleeing Dark Eldar for several days.

The entire Dark Eldar race was completely stunned!
They used to be the ones hunting down humans.
Now they are being hunted by humans.

This is utterly upside down!
The worst part is that those humans were incredibly happy, shouting as they chased after them.

"Run, little darlings! If you get caught, you'll be in big trouble."

"The faster you run, the happier we are."

"Bad uncle is coming, little pigs."

"........."

Later on, the fleeing Eldar were on the verge of collapse.

These humans are nothing but demons, a bunch of psychologically twisted freaks.

How could they possibly find pleasure in war and death?
…………

boom!
A red razor-wing jet aircraft was destroyed.

Several dark elves with black wings were instantly engulfed by flames and blasted into pieces.

Only Dick survived.

He belongs to the Scourge faction of the Carnage of Flesh and Bloodskull – Bloodwing.
This is a brilliant idea from Frasker.
Genetic technology was used to create a pair of black wings for the warriors, allowing them to soar freely in the air.

When the conspiracy group launches a surprise attack, Bloodwing members will seize air superiority.

Use your screams and speed to create immense psychological pressure on the enemy on the ground, leading to their defeat.

Dick flapped his wings, trying to drag his wounded body away from the place.

As soon as it took off, the roar of engines filled the air.

Upon hearing this sound, Dick panicked immediately.
The wound on his back also burst open at this moment, and the indescribable pain caused him to fall to the ground in a sorry state.

Realizing he could no longer fly, Dick looked around and took refuge in a nearby dilapidated skeletal structure.

He slowed his breathing, sealed his armor, and avoided the leakage of heat radiation and biological signals.

A short while later, the humans arrived.
They searched near the wreckage of the aircraft.
Dick didn't dare make a sound, hiding in the shadows and watching silently as they desecrated their companion's corpse and chopped off the dead man's head.

After they had done all that and made sure there were no survivors, they activated the thrusters and flew away.

Seeing the humans leave, Dick breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.

saved!
The thought popped into Dick's head, and he was so excited he almost cried.

However, when he turned his head, he saw a pair of scarlet eyes.

An Astartes with a powered claw on its hand stood not far away, watching him.

Dick didn't know when the other person had arrived, nor how they had silently crept up behind him.

Perhaps he was too focused on the humans searching outside and overlooked the dangers in other directions.

“I am the Lord of the Night,” the Astartes said. “I have come for you.”

Then he lunged at Dick.

"Do not……"

Dick let out a terrified scream, then his voice abruptly stopped, and an eerie silence fell.

the other side,
Guerrero, the second-in-command of the conspiracy, was speeding towards the Comoros on a jet motorcycle.
There were originally twenty-eight members of the conspiracy group who escaped the battlefield with him.

But the humans relentlessly pursued them, and members of the conspiracy group were constantly falling behind and being killed along the way.

Now, Guerrero only has two samurai left by his side.

When I heard that ghostly engine roar sounding behind me again...

Guerrero looked terrified; the humans were catching up again.

I clearly circled around them many times and took many shortcuts, so why were they still able to catch up?
Guerrero was really about to break down.
For most creatures, the web is like a maze.

Once you're inside, it's hard to get out.

But these humans always managed to pinpoint their location precisely and catch up with them.
How did these guys even manage to do that?

Guerrero turned to the two remaining Conspiracy Knights and said, "You two go and stop them."

The two conspirators were very reluctant.

In this situation, attempting an interception mission would be a dead end.

But they had no choice but to turn the car around and rush into the fog to intercept the humans.

Two piercing screams were followed by a deafening explosion.
Clearly, the two conspiratorial warriors who blocked the way were already dead.

"Damn it, who exactly are these humans?!"

Guerrero had followed Frasker on countless raiding missions.

He was the one who always hunted down humans.

I never imagined that one day I would be hunted down by humans.

These humans are different from other humans; they experience no fear. Even if you kill them, you won't gather any fear or despair.
Faced with death, they laughed even more heartily than those brainless green sardines.

After rounding another bend,

Guerrero saw hope; Comoros was just ahead.

"You monster, you still want to escape?"

A voice echoed from the mist, and an invisible spiritual force yanked Guerrero backward, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

Guerrero got up and limped towards Comoros.

He could survive as long as he entered the Comoros.

boom!
The sound of a slug gun fired from behind.

After Guerrero was hit, he was sent flying.

Half of his body exploded, leaving him lying on the ground, barely alive.
In the fog,
Zhan Shuai and the other players slowly walked out and stood in front of Guerrero, watching the Dark Elf breathe his last in despair.

"Hang up his head, and this guy's too."

The War General took out Frasker's head from the warehouse.

“Good idea,” Jujiro agreed.

"........."

"We seem so arrogant." The twisted man looked at the Comoros in the distance, where he could already see the Dark Eldar approaching.

"Let's go."

After hanging the other person's head on the cross, the war commander summoned everyone to leave.

When the patrolling Eldar forces arrived,
All they saw were two heads impaled on spears and a banner written in blood.

This is what happens when you mess with humans. You are destined for elimination. Recognize your place, Aliens.

The news quickly spread throughout Comoros, causing a sensation among various factions.

Dark alleyways, secluded chambers, magnificent temples, etc.
This matter is being discussed throughout Comoros.

Asrubel Victor, the overlord of Comoros and the current ruler of the sinister conspiracy group, quickly learned the whole story from his agents.

"This is a provocation against my authority."

Victor immediately guessed the malicious intentions of those humans.

Comoros is a dog-eat-dog world, full of scheming and betrayal.

Once his authority is challenged by humans, he dares not retaliate.

Those ambitious individuals will seize the opportunity to launch an attack.
“They’ll regret messing with the Comoros,” Victor said coldly.

…………

The conflict that broke out online quickly reached Qin Yun's ears.

"These guys are really good at getting me into trouble, aren't they?"

"Going near the Comoros to kill the Dark Eldar and leaving them messages—isn't that just asking for trouble?"

Qin Yun gave a rant about these noob players.

But he didn't mean to blame him.
The Dark Eldar are already right in front of us, why are we still worried about this and that?

"The Comoros will certainly not let this go, but humans are not to be trifled with either."

"If you want war, then let's go. We can settle both the old and the new scores at the same time."

Qin Yun paced back and forth, pondering for a moment.

He turned to look at little Fogrim standing beside him.

In order to avoid causing unnecessary misunderstandings and public opinion,
After receiving the Emperor's blessing and having his humanity restored, young Fugrim donned a full set of black armor.

Clearly, the Emperor wanted to prevent him from following the same path as his original self.

In merging the fragments of humanity, he corrected Fogrem's flawed character, which was driven by a pursuit of absolute perfection.

Otherwise, given Forgrim's character flaws, he would never wear black armor; he would dress in the most flamboyant way possible.

"Captain," Qin Yun called out.

"Sage." Little Foggery stepped forward and bowed to Qin Yun.

"I'm giving you a mission," Qin Yun said. "Take a force into the Net Path. If the Dark Elf Clan dares to harass us, make sure they don't leave alive."

"We need to let those aliens know that humans are the masters of this galaxy."

P.S.: 10,000 words a day, thanks for your support, brothers.

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(End of this chapter)