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

It's him again...it's that guy again...

Roca thought of something bad, and he suddenly felt that this time the task assigned to him by the principal could not be achieved.

The parchment floated in front of Roca's eyes, and new words appeared on it.

"Blend in with the team."

Join the team? But what to do? Luo Ka still wanted to ask for details, but the illusion in front of him completely disappeared. Once again the landscape of the Warp was replaced by heavy and boring tombs.

"Oh...how to do it..." Roka was melancholy. He felt that he was completely unable to participate in Tzeentch's great plan, and could only move forward little by little following Tzeentch's foreshadowing.

"You just sit in the chair and that's it."

Tzeentch's words were constructed by the harmonies of the environment, and Roca heard Tzeentch's prompts from the fluttering of the wind, the turning of the pages, and the faint hum of the door in standby mode.

He sat back on the chair obediently, and then immersed himself in processing the paperwork. The next moment, his room suddenly tore open, and several Dark Eldar warriors put their hands on Roka's body. The paralyzing toxin eroded Roka's body in an instant. Keep him motionless.

"Hurry up! We must be faster! For the Black Muse!" The Dark Eldar warriors took Roka and tried to get into the gap, but a series of explosive bombs interfered with the stability of the gap.

A wall was violently exploded, and amid the smoke and sparks, two teams of battle nuns rushed out, with the nuns at the forefront.

"Kill the aliens!" All the battle nuns shouted in unison. They listened to the orders of Saint Celes and secretly monitored Roca. Even though they did not know the intentions of these aliens, they launched an attack with absolute ruthlessness.

Luo Ka was a little nervous, but he had never noticed that there was a monitor in the wall. Fortunately, his behavior in the past few days was normal and low-key, otherwise it would not be impossible for him to be caught and skinned by these crazy women.

"You hold them back! We must leave quickly! For the Black Muse!" The Dark Eldar warriors are divided into two teams. This is unimaginable in their culture full of selfishness and conspiracy. Except for the slaves who have been washed away their self-awareness, there is no one The Dark Eldar are willing to die for others.

But these Dark Eldar warriors are obviously different. They chant the name of the Black Muse, hold single molecular blades and fight with the Sisters of Battle.

A fear grenade was thrown into the arena, and the fear that could almost condense into water vapor bit into the room, affecting the movements of the nuns with bursts of screams and wails.

Among the nuns fighting in the melee, only the captain of the court can fight back against the attacks of the Dark Eldar warriors. But this kind of counterattack is also full of powerlessness.

The helmet's eyepiece is filled with ghostly visions, the mind is dizzy, the ears are buzzing, and the facial features are bleeding from the impact. This is the experience of all battle sisters.

These Dark Eldar were completely different from the opponents they had fought against. They had also encountered Dark Eldar raiding groups during their missions, but those alien cowards would never rush in like this.

A samurai's monomolecular blade is thrust into the court official's throat. As long as the samurai's hand exerts a little force, he can cut off her head.

"Stop!" A scream came from outside the window. Seles slammed through the window, and the holy sword in her hand inserted into the warrior's head. Flames rose and the warrior turned into a ball of cooling ashes.

The person who came was none other than Celes, and at this time her image had undergone a huge change. A golden armor replaced the coarse linen clothes she originally wore. The iron halo shone brightly on the back of her head. She held a long blade burning with golden flames. The scattered feathers flying from the wings behind her back even had the ability to heal wounds. Miraculous effects.

"Wait, what do you want to do!"

Pointing the long sword at the warrior, the crack that the Dark Eldar had stabilized was wrapped in rising flames. Not to mention getting into it and escaping, even standing at a distance would feel the burning sensation of dry and cracked lips.

The Battle Sisters shouted long live to Celes. The horrific visions that plagued them were gone, and they only had a strong desire to fight for the God-Emperor in their hearts.

"Kill the aliens! Blood sacrifice to the God Emperor!" the court official shouted. This slogan made Celes' tense face feel more helpless, but this was not a good time for teaching.

Seles' figure was so fast that even the keen senses of the Eldar could not catch it. The warriors could only see a golden line coming towards them. As the line flashed past, their bodies also broke and burned.

The room was quickly filled with ashes, and the cracks created by the Dark Eldar closed and disappeared. Seles looked at the uninjured Roca, thinking about how unusual these Dark Eldar were, and then heard Roca warning him.

She turned around suddenly and raised her sword to block, and the heavy blade struck Seles' long sword. The black mist and golden flames collided with each other during the contact, but no one could gain the upper hand.

Seles closed her hands, and golden lightning formed in her hands. With a flick of her wrist, the thunder struck the attacker's chest.

There was absolutely no chance of missing at such a close distance, but the attacker's torso twisted like a swirling vortex, and the surface that should have withstood the attack turned into a thin, rotating and twisted strip, and lightning shot through the gap towards the back.

Seles didn't fall into shock even after she failed to hit a single blow. She had seen so many demon enemies, and there were many demons with this characteristic.

The wings on her back spread out, and each feather was like a sharp razor, shooting towards the attacker under Seles' control.

The attacker nimbly dodged the feather sweep, and his double knives also blocked Celes's heavy vertical slash. Before his body was knocked away, the attacker bent back and slashed upward with one foot.

A wound burst out on Celes' breastplate. The nuns were worried about Celes's injuries and attacked the attacker.

"Wait!" Seles raised her hand to stop the frenzy of the Battle Sisters, but the attacker moved faster. He split the explosive bombs and shuttled among the Battle Sisters, using his sharp blade to create bloody explosions. Art.

How easily Celes had taken down the samurai, how he had taken out the other battle sisters with ease.

Fluttering her wings angrily, Seles stopped the attacker's slaughter. The two of them fought in the spacious room. The sound of the collision of blades resounded through the sky, shattering many highly artistic colored windows.

Roca stood in the corner of the room, still confused as he didn't understand the situation. He had no idea what to do about the sudden arrival of the Dark Eldar, but without further instructions from Tzeentch he had no idea what to do.

Should I help Celes? Is this what the principal wants?

Should I help the Dark Eldar? But there is no foreshadowing?

Damn it... Rokar was suddenly bored with the fact that he was a Tzeentch demon. If he were a Khorne demon, he wouldn't have to rack his brains to guess Tzeentch's complicated plan.

Rare footage of the Minotaur and the Shark suppressing the Weeper