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

"Are you really leaving?"

"Yes, I'm leaving."

"Sigh...those students are quite reluctant to let you go."

"I'm sorry for them, but if I don't get that stinky girl back, I won't be able to sleep or eat well."

"Okay, I will help you teach them."

"Thank you."

Larry was armed and put on a war mask of his own making. This is a very important magical thing in the Eldar society. It is well known that the emotions of the Eldar are extreme and intense, and they are far easier to understand subtle emotions than humans.

But in this dark universe, war is inevitable. In order to prevent the Eldar warriors from being affected by their own emotions during the war, they become extremists who are frightened crazy by blood and slaughter, or fall into the path of war madness. , each Eldar who needs to fight will make their own war mask.

These masks are not actually a type of equipment, but a technique used to cut off personality and soul. Distinguish the main personality and the secondary personality, and by the way, you can also give the second personality a name or something.

So when you put on the mask, you lock away all your sympathy and kindness, and become a killing machine that purely obeys orders, unleashing Kane's bloody fury, and when you take off the mask.

bang! You will once again become the inexperienced, innocent, kind and gentle girl in the Ark Garden. You will feel compassion even when facing an orc begging you for mercy.

But sometimes, after some Eldar have completed a massacre, even if her protagonist has no memory of it, she will inexplicably shed tears for the memoryless killing.

Larian was like this. After putting on the mask, his war personality was awakened. As a gentle warrior teacher, he disappeared and was replaced by a cold killing warrior. The face under the helmet was as cold as an iceberg.

Driving his own cruise ship, Larian bid farewell to the Ark where he lived, and stepped into this crisis-ridden universe, looking for traces of Ifreni.

After arriving in Comoros, this old-fashioned old teacher who was relatively a bad boy was shocked by their depraved ethos, and a bloody battle inevitably broke out.

Fortunately, as a teacher who can teach others to embark on the path of a warrior, his strength is undoubted. After crushing the skulls and flesh of many bad compatriots, he was favored by the God of Death, and not only gave him the power of the God of Death, but also gave him His war personality was named Qian Mian.

From then on, Larian became a thousand-faced warrior in war, and a gentle warrior mentor when he took off his mask.

"That's nonsense..." Qianmian was a little impatient. Hearing the sounds of fighting in the arena, he wanted to fly over and rescue his students, but he also knew that the God of Death had repeatedly told him to abide by the prophecy. Don't ruin blah blah blah blah.

He could only wait here, waiting for Ifreni to appear.

A scarred, blade-shaped slave ship flew out from the direction of the Death Arena, followed by a large group of conspiracy plunderers. The two sides fought with each other with various weapons, and the wails of the dead could be heard from time to time.

"Okay! That's the captain!" The pirates didn't need Qianmian's greeting, they started the huge pirate cruise ship and rushed over.

The pirate boats and fighter jets inside the ship were launched and attacked the black-hearted warriors who were chasing Ifreni.

"Oh! God of Death, those are my old friends! Move closer to them!"

Ifreni was very happy to see these fellow pirates who had accompanied her to fight to the death. She sped forward and successfully boarded the ship under the cover of the pirates.

"Where's the Mediterranean! Mediterranean, how did you know we were in crisis? I remember that at this time, shouldn't you be looking for a bar or a nightclub to have a good time?"

Efreni quickly walked to the bridge of the pirate cruise ship and embraced the Eldar pirate with strange clothes and a completely bald head.

Qian Mian wanted to say something, but then held back and just coughed lightly.

"Who is this?"

The pirate named Mediterranean introduced Thousand Faces, who was wearing red armor next to him, to Ifreni, "This guy is the one who told me that you are in danger. How could I be drinking? I was going to enjoy a graceful dance and then take some drugs." The hallucinogen was dampened by this guy."

Mediterranean introduced how he met Qianmian in a few words, and his mouth was full of anger and helplessness for him ruining his beautiful day.

"Hello, mysterious warrior, I feel the breath of death in your body. Are you also the chosen one?"

“…”

Efreni looked at Qian Mian standing there, just looking at herself without any movement, and repeated what she said.

She didn't quite understand why the mysterious red-armored warrior in front of her maintained such a mysterious and arrogant posture, and the way he glanced at her made her feel uncomfortable.

"you..."

"Ahem...wait a minute, Ifreni."

Lin Fan stopped Ifreni who wanted to question Qianmian, "This is your teacher."

"teacher?"

Efreni looked at Lin Fan and then at Qianmian, very suspicious, "How is it possible? The teacher in my memory does not have this kind of aura. He was a very gentle and sunny person."

"Really, do you believe me, have I ever lied to you?"

"But..."

Efreni still didn't believe it, and then she heard a familiar voice coming from behind her.

"Everene..."

teacher? This is really the voice of a teacher!

Ifreni turned around and saw Thousand Faces taking off his helmet, and saw the warm smile of Teacher Larian whom she was familiar with.

"Well, teacher."

Different from the indifferent look when she was working in the arena, and the anger when she was fighting, there was only respect and longing for the teacher on Ifreni's face at this time.

"I really didn't expect to see you again."

"Oh? Really? I didn't expect you to look like this the next time I see you."

"Eh?"

Ifreni was awakened by Larian's cold tone. She suddenly realized what kind of temper the teacher in front of her had, and she was also wearing an embarrassing succubus suit and a bra wrap.

"Teacher, please listen to my explanation, things are not what you think..."

"What else could it be like? Efrenie, Efrenie! Look at what you look like now, you...you are wearing these clothes, and you are even...ugh!"

Larian pointed at the clothes on Efreni and sighed ironically, "And what did you tell me before you left? That you were going to participate in a very important mission and that you were going to fight a witch. What, you ended up betraying my trust in you! Do you know that I almost had angina when I heard you were a succubus in the Commorragh Arena?"

"Teacher, I..."

"What else do you want to say? Huh?"

Looking at the scolded Ifreni, Visage pulled off the nightmare helmet on his head and stood up, "I am Visage, the superior bishop, I advise you not to say anything. It’s too much.”

"What are you? A superior bishop? I don't care what you are. I'm telling you that you'd better leave it alone when I reprimand the students!"

"That's right, Visage, this is my teacher, and I deserve to be reprimanded by my teacher!"

Seeing that Larian didn't care about his name and status at all, and that his goddess also clearly expressed her dissatisfaction with him, Visage opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

"Come on, let's go, don't just stand here." Lin Fan really couldn't bear to see this awkward personality being targeted by the two of them for his unrequited love, so he quickly pulled him away, "You and I will go beat up the bad guys."

"Well..." Visage, who looked gloomy, let Lin Fan hold him in his arms and walk out of the bridge.

Lin Fan really knows now that Evereni's temperament has become like this. She must have learned part of it from her teacher.

Those who can kill without masks usually end up on Kane's side, so their violent souls cannot be sucked into the infinite loop to avoid contamination.