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

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.