Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

"Don't let me catch you! You little bean sprout!"

"You can catch me first before we talk!"

Khan looked at the Elafren in front of him who stuck out his tongue and made faces at him on the motorcycle, and felt that he was even more angry when he was treated as a barbarian like Riemann during the Great Expedition.

"Soap, don't open fire! I want this ignorant girl to know who is the real car king!"

Listening to Khan's rage, Lin Fan could only nod in agreement, and then turned his attention to the other contestants.

The buildings on both sides receded quickly, and in Lin Fan's field of vision they were like continuous flowing line drawings. God knows what speed Khan was traveling at now. Lin Fan felt that the transmission of the sound had become a little unclear. , maybe they have passed through the speed of sound long ago? And has broken the sound barrier?

But that's not the point. The point is that other contestants who noticed their movements thought they were stealing their thunder. But this is mostly due to the broadcast of the sarcastic host, Chalad.

"Oh! God! Look what I found! An uninvited guest suddenly burst out of the chaotic neighborhood! His white motorcycle full of personal artistic characteristics is quickly chasing all the contestants! Look at him In front of you, a young girl! I believe you have all met such a girl in the booby trap academy!"

"Let's take a look at the killing data of these newcomers again! Oh? How interesting! That guy on the white motorcycle slaughtered an entire group of natural disasters! Now it seems that we have a new life...killing a lawbreaker for the True Son Noble !”

Surprised voices came from all directions. It seems that everyone here is aware of the concept of a whole team of natural disasters.

Although not many guys like these birdmen flying in the sky, most of these members are spoiled children of the nobles. They come to the natural disaster forces purely to find some more comfortable jobs and entertain their dry hearts. .

Killing a natural disaster would provoke their parents to summon all their forces to hunt them down, let alone kill an entire team, perhaps offending dozens of new noble forces at once?

Anyway, this madman with a white motorcycle has only a few days left to live. Even the Blood Mercy Association will not choose to take in these dangerous dead people.

No matter that others have already thought about how these guys will die and how miserable they will be tortured, it still does not affect the conspicuous white motorcycle becoming the focus of the entire competition. No one was paying attention to the other contestants now. The casino in the darkness quickly placed the white motorcycle mark on the spikes.

The space meteorites of the orcs must not care about these vain things. They come to the competition just to fight. But the massacre bride group could not accept that their vanity was taken away by a boy of unknown origin.

"Turn around! Kill them!"

Aymara clung to the poison disaster with one hand, and held the bloody long blade in the other hand. In her eyes, there was only a crazy desire to kill and the excessive excitement of taking hallucinogens.

At the front of the entire track, the fastest and thinnest armored Poisonous Disaster flew backwards. Relying on the superb skills of the driver and the incredibly high maneuverability of the Poisonous Disaster, this vehicle squeezed the speed to the limit. Quickly shuttle among the contestants.

Every time it flashes and drifts, it will use its gravity blade to crush an unlucky guy who can't dodge, or it will be instantly hooked out of the driver and gunner in the car seat by Aymara's bloody long blade. The two people are like Goods on both sides of the pole are usually picked up.

Emmara twisted her body. She would not choose the simplest and boring way to kill the enemy. Competition and performance were equally important. She lay on the smooth surface of the poison disaster, controlling her body not to slide down at high speed, and then stretched her body as much as possible, assuming a difficult posture that was absolutely impossible for humans.

The slender thighs caught the unlucky guy hanging on the long blade and closed their heads between the calves and thighs. The smooth, pale and tender legs exuding a light body fragrance have extremely strong strength and explosive power. No one in a leg lock would think about the story of his lower body.

After exerting force, the sound of a broken throat was heard. Aymara also stretched out her other foot and used her toes to hang on the wound under her head, not caring about the blood flowing on her body.

Then he used the sharp nails on his feet to peel off the scalp of the head and hung it on his chest.

Such artistic killing obviously made the crowd watching the game admire from the bottom of their hearts. They commented on Aymara's actions and kept this creativity in their minds, waiting to do the same to their slaves when they returned home. Give it a try.

Aymara slaughtered the contestants with standard Dark Eldar grace, taunting the fools who overestimated their abilities with her own superb skills and their blood, until she met Elafren on a Raider motorcycle.

"Hehehe, little girl... you should have a promiscuous party in school instead of imitating adults and attending such a feast... But I swear, I will keep the flesh of your lower body, my pilot Just this one."

"Oh~ you shriveled old witch~ I think you have become inferior after losing your former tightness? Look at your breasts! They are like water bags!"

"Haha! Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!"

The Poison Scourge and the Raider motorcycles passed by each other. Elafren controlled the motorcycle and ducked under the Poison Scourge's fuselage. Although she was mocking, it did not mean that she was really stupid. She saw Aymara. How to kill those guys.

The driver of the Poison Disaster also captured Elafren's control movements. Almost at the same time, when Elafren was hiding under the Poison Disaster, she also completed the flip of the vehicle.

Aymara hooked one foot on the mount point of the poisonous disaster, stretched out her body as much as possible, and reached the farthest attack distance. The bloody long blade clenched in both hands danced a beautiful sword flower thought. Attack Elafren.

"You can dodge it!" Elafren gritted his teeth and focused all his attention on the waving blade. His eyes quickly rolled with the light of the blade, trying to avoid this airtight attack. Find a glimmer of hope here.

"Caught!"

Elafren found a gap in Aymara's attack. Although he could save his life, part of the flesh on his body would be scraped off by the old witch. But there is no other way, we must cut off our arms to survive!

But at this critical moment, a blazing beam of light shot out.

The alarm bell rang loudly in Aimaara's heart. She relied only on one foot hanging on the poisonous disaster to pull her whole body back on the poisonous disaster, and the blade waving in one hand also stopped moving.

Elafren watched Emmara dodge the fatal attack, and then looked back at the white motorcycle that was still chasing her. She giggled, kissed the palm of her hand, and blew a kiss back.

"Why do you want me to save her? Don't you want to see her die?"

"She is my prey! Only I can hunt her!"

"All right..."

Toxic disaster aircraft