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

(Is the end of the previous chapter the ending? How is that possible? That was just a rough description of the example)

With the return of Ifreni's psychic resurrection, one of Commorragh's most unbreakable prohibitions has become nothing but a mockery of Viktor.

Victor was furious, turned around and left, while the black-hearted conspiracy group who had followed him for many years decided to regain ground for their master.

The huge force of the Black Heart Cabal set out to attack Ifreni on the corner stage, but Lin Fan and Visage would not let these Victor's men have their way.

The cruise ships were fighting each other in the sky. The wizards were flying through the air with sharp blades and spears, killing the conspiracy warriors who were manipulating heavy weapons on the cruise ship.

"You go find Ifreni, and I'll go find my friends." Lin Fan jumped in without giving Visage any more time.

He hit the ground, leaving a broken crater, and walked over to the Khan.

"What a...weird..." No expression could be seen behind Visage's nightmare mask. He shook his head and urged other cruise ships to fall from the sky to pick up Ifreni.

Lin Fan ran to the distance of Khan in a few steps, "Hey! Stop fighting, it's time for us to leave, and the same goes for you, Elafren, don't just look around."

"Wait a minute, this guy is a bit difficult to deal with now..."

There were some scratches on Khan's body, which were left by Drazal for him. He could clearly find that the dual-sword nightmare in front of him was getting faster and faster.

The Clive half-blade in Drazal's hand continued to attack Khan. The attack that had been completely blocked by Khan began to break through and cut through Khan's skin.

"We can't waste time like this. We won't be able to catch the last train later." Lin Fan rushed towards the place where Khan and Drazal were fighting, and forced himself between the two.

Khan reluctantly stopped, but Drazal would not hold back for a fool wearing a painful torture device.

The ruthless blade still struck Lin Fan's neck and waist, but the imagined scene of being cut into three pieces did not appear. Instead, the half-blade in De Lazare's hand became lighter.

"Ok?"

This ruthless man who never liked to talk finally revealed other emotions besides a disdainful snort. He looked at the two knife edges on Lin Fan's armor and the Clive half-blade with only the handle left in his hand and fell into deep thought. .

"You don't even have the strength to cut people, and you still say you are the master of blades. Don't make me laugh."

After Lin Fan finished taunting Drazal, who was in a daze, he quickly ran away with Khan and Elafren.

At this time, Visage and the others had picked up Ifreni, and were relying on her newly acquired power of death to resist the attack of the Black Heart Conspiracy.

"Hey! Take us with you!"

Visage looked at Lin Fan and his group waving at them below, not wanting to pick up these strange and dangerous guys. But Efrenie spoke.

"Bring them with you. When we face the doomsday in the future, we will need allies, many allies."

"Ok."

Khan watched the cruise ship approaching, grabbed Lin Fan and Elafren's waists, and then jumped on board with all his strength.

The cruise ship sank sharply, but then regained its balance. Elafren looked at the melee in the arena and complained, "Ever since I met you, I've always been involved in these damn places."

"Relax, there will be more exciting things later."

"Tch...okay."

Elafren took his black crossbow and threw himself into the attack on the black-hearted warrior. Khan also broke his fingers twice. He didn't really want to communicate with the aliens. Since Lin Fan was familiar with him, let him handle it. .

The addition of Khan has greatly reduced the pressure on the Witch Spirits who are constantly switching gangs on the ship. As members of the Witch Spirit sect, they do possess excellent killing arts, but they are difficult to defeat with four hands, and the black-hearted conspiracy in the sky is full of people. They kept appearing, and Mrs. Malus was nowhere to be found.

Efreni looked at Lin Fan, "Your friends have been saved, so what's next?"

"Next? Run out next! The teacher who is so angry that you have a cerebral hemorrhage will come to find you."

"teacher?"

"It's the Larian Songstar who taught you the way of a warrior."

"Really? The teacher is here too?"

Seeing Ifreni's excited expression, Lin Fan curled his lips. Not only will your teacher come here, but by some strange combination of circumstances, he will become the God of the Death Army - Thousand Faces.

"Just leave anyway. Trust me, I can predict it too."

"You can do it too? I don't feel any psychic energy at all."

Lin Fan chuckled, pretending to be profound and didn't say much, and then went to find Khan and the others to play.

"What a weirdo..." Ifreni murmured while looking at Lin Fan's back, then sighed and continued to use the power of Death to strengthen the surrounding teammates, and introduced them to the path of Death through psychic communication.

Outside the arena, a huge Eldar pirate ship was waiting for the appearance of Ifreni.

An Eldar pirate with strange clothes and a distinctive Mediterranean hairstyle spoke to a red-armored Dark Eldar warrior in front of him.

"I said, wouldn't it be better if we just go in? Why wait outside."

"Because of the prophecy."

The red armor is inlaid with all kinds of faces, as if this person's mortal body contains countless souls with different personalities. But his voice is not a fusion of multiple voices. His voice sounds gentle and humble.

"Okay, prophecy..." The pirate asked no more questions, turned around, opened a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

The red-armored warrior looked at the pirate's movements and twisted his helmet as if he wanted to say something. The fingers on the sword hilt were shaking slightly.

"Alas." Sighing, the red-armored warrior Thousand Faces decided not to care about these loose and free Eldar pirates. After all, these were the subordinates of his student Ifreni.

But as an old Arkman, his life has been filled with the rules and regulations of the road, so he will naturally disdain these pirates who yearn for adventure and freedom.

But they are at least better than the lunatics of Comoros. Thousand Faces comforted himself so that he would not be angry at the fall of Commorragh.

He was supposed to stay in Ark's Path School, teaching batch after batch of newcomers to the pinnacle of the warrior path. He still remembers that day when he was teaching students various martial arts moves in the dojo.

Then he was interrupted by his friend.

"Ahem... I have some news here. I always felt that it would be a bit bad not to tell you. I hesitated for a long time before I decided to tell you all this."

"Oh? My old friend, there is nothing we can't say between you and me."

Larian looked at his old friend with an ugly face. That kind of ugliness was not the same as sadness and anger, but more of a pity for himself.

It's strange, why do you have mercy on me?

Blades of Enard - Thousand Faces