Warhammer: I don’t want to become an evil god!!

It moved with incredible speed, covering a vast distance in an instant and blasting the Dark Eldar's head apart.

"Trying to gang up on me? Do you think I'm a dead man?"

Jujiro walked out slowly, holding a scepter, while the subspace glow in his other hand had not yet dissipated.

At this moment, the mist beside them churned violently, like boiling water.

A dark spirit rushed out of the mist and swung his sword at Jujiro's head, intending to behead him.

Jujiro didn't even look at the other person.

With an outstretched hand, an invisible force froze the other person in mid-air.

Then, a radiance appeared above the other person's head.

Then, with a bang, the spirit's head was crushed.

The convulsing, headless corpse was also carelessly tossed aside.

"Trying to ambush me again? Do you think my head-pinching kung fu was all for nothing?"

Jujiro spoke smugly and even started singing.

"How lonely it is to be invincible."

Zhan Shuai rolled his eyes. "You didn't say this when you saw Mephisto and Ahriman before?"

Jujiro poked the War General's armor with his scepter, "Sometimes I really want to blow your brain out and kill you."

"You call yourselves good brothers, and you're smearing me like this?"

Zhan Shuai laughed and said, "How am I criticizing you? Just recounting what you've done makes it seem like I'm criticizing you?"

Judge Garen: "…………"

The Emperor's lovable Chosen Ones are at it again, making fun of each other as usual!

"My two chosen ones, the enemy hasn't left yet," Garen whispered a reminder.

"I'll talk to you after the fight is over."

Jujiro raised his scepter, unleashing a surge of violent spiritual energy that instantly coalesced into lightning.

"Aliens, take this Thunderous White Lotus attack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, lightning suddenly erupted from the end of the scepter, instantly striking several Dark Eldar riding jet motorcycles, sending them flying and blasting the hover motorcycles into fireballs.

The warrior also picked up his greatsword and charged towards the distant enemy.

Swords flashed, and severed limbs were scattered all over the ground, like a scene from a hellish carnage.

On the other side of the battlefield,

A wounded Eldar, his face contorted in pain, crawled toward the mist beyond the battlefield.

Just a few steps away from hiding in the mist,

A heavy boot pressed down on his back, so heavy that it immobilized him and caused him to cough up blood continuously.

He struggled to break free, but the boot only grew heavier.

Click! Click!

The sounds of bones and armor breaking rang out simultaneously.

"No!" the dark spirit pleaded.

But the owner of the boots ignored his pleas.

Instead, continue to exert force.

They didn't stop until they crushed his chest.

"They're dead already? I thought the Dark Eldar would have stronger vitality!!"

The desert demon lifted his foot, saw the lifeless Dark Elf, and clicked his tongue.

He then picked up his gun and fired at the enemy in the distance.

His marksmanship was incredibly accurate.

Each shot would either take the head of an Eldar or blow up their jet motorcycle.

"Boss, your marksmanship is getting more and more accurate."

The three hundred people standing nearby (could the Guardian do it once?) stared wide-eyed at the desert's kill record.

All I could feel were the echoes in my head: First Blood, Double Kill, Triple Kill, Quadra Kill, Penta Kill, Aced.

"There's no special skill involved in shooting; it's all about practice," Da Mo said. "You should use the chainsaw sword less often and practice more."

"Okay." Sanbai nodded and continued, "I feel like we've been tricked by the operations team. They put us into a storyline as soon as we entered the game."

"I'm used to it. When has the operation team ever been honest or disastrous?" Da Mo shrugged indifferently.

Suddenly, Da Mo felt uneasy and instinctively rolled forward.

A black sword appeared out of thin air and slashed at the spot where he had just been standing.

If it had been just a little later, he would have been cut in two.

"Oh my, that scared me to death." Da Mo was somewhat relieved.

Luckily I dodged quickly, otherwise I would have had to log off and wait to respawn.

A voluptuous, curvaceous dark female spirit appeared out of thin air, holding the black sword in her hand.

Those beautiful eyes were somewhat taken aback when they saw the desert completely unharmed.

She couldn't understand how this human had dodged her fatal blow.

"And a beautiful young woman at that." Da Mo grinned. "Judging by her attire, could she be a vixen?!"

The Enchantress is a branch of the Dark Eldar race, possessing a twisted pursuit of debauchery.

They obtain pleasure and soul fragments through gladiatorial combat or debauchery.

They are the socialites of Comoros, possessing beauty and physiques that are the envy of many races in the galaxy.

Besides her bedroom skills that could leave a man completely exhausted, she also possessed top-notch combat skills and an astonishing talent for poisons.

The dark female spirit did not reply, but instead charged into the desert again with her sharp blade.

Da Mo dropped his explosive pistol, drew his dagger, and charged forward.

After several rounds of fierce fighting,

The desert dagger pierced the opponent's abdomen, broke one of his hands, and slammed him into a dilapidated spirit bone building.

"Tsk tsk, what a pretty girl. Too bad, she's going to be kicking her own bucket today."

"Hurry up and climb. The more you struggle, the more excited I get."

Damo strode over and saw that the other person had an amazing will to survive and was trying to crawl away from the ruins and hide.

At this moment, Frasque, who had been hiding in the shadows, made his move.

He couldn't just stand by and watch his lover get killed.

Frasker wore black armor covered in bone spikes and wielded a longsword engraved with ancient runes.

Black mist swirled around him, and his eyes emitted a ghostly green light.

His speed was incredibly fast; several afterimages of him appeared in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the desert and the three hundred, who hadn't even had time to react, were cut in half at the waist.

"Boss, we're going to die."

The three hundred men, now only half-bodied, shouted.

Frasker: "…………"

Who the hell are these guys?

Aren't they afraid?

Why are you so happy after I killed you?

Could it be that the Corpse King has mastered the technology to transform the green-skinned boy into a human?

"Stop talking nonsense, let's get that guy."

Damo raised his gun and fired first at the Dark Elf Clan member crawling in the distance, blowing her head off.

Then he turned the gun on Frasker.

Three Hundred followed him and fired at Frasque together.

When Flask saw his lover killed, he was enraged.

Wielding his giant sword, he sliced ​​the two of them to pieces, then pounced on the other players.

As the governor of the conspiracy group, Frasker's combat prowess is beyond doubt.

In the Comoros, a place rife with betrayal, intrigue, and bloodshed.

The fact that he rose from a lowly motorcyclist to a position in the Flesh and Blood Skull Conspiracy shows that he is no ordinary person.

Before long, several players were killed by his sword, their deaths tragic.

"I'll be your opponent, Alien."

The warrior commander started running towards where Frasker was.

Its massive body moved like a heavy tank, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

He put the greatsword back into his personal storage (dimensional space) and took out the adamantite shield and short spear from it.

"What foolish confidence one must have to make the decision to challenge me."

"Since you're so reckless, then die by my sword, you foolish monkey."

Frasque also noticed the human who had challenged him.

He threw aside the corpse in his hand and charged towards the other man.

Zheng~

Swords and shields clashed, their clanging sounds echoing across the battlefield.

Frasque felt a numbness in his hand.

He felt as if he had been hit by a speeding battleship, and was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into the spirit bone building in the distance.

"Now, let's see who dies first in this battle."

"In the name of the Emperor, today we will slaughter you all."

The war commander shouted, his voice booming like thunder, shaking the heavens.

This breathtaking scene elicited cheers from the Empire's side.

Praise for emperors, saints, and chosen ones was incessant.

P.S.: No mole, just some funny pictures.

Chapter 219 Declaring War on the Dark Eldar

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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.