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

"Move quickly! Elafren! Orikan can't hold on for long!" Tarasin's urging made Elafren a little upset. She looked at Orikan who was making electric sparks in the distance, waiting. Complete the next charge of your cloak.

"Go away! You useless metal head!"

Rolling up her cloak to cover her whole body, Elafren flashed to Orikan's side. Under Trazin's guidance, she took out the silk making device, quickly broke through Orikan's metal shell, and took out an upper A hexahedron with a wide bottom and a narrow bottom, its general shape is not much different from that of a shrunken coffin.

Holding Orikan's so-called data core, Elafren only felt that it was warm when he held it, which was in great contrast with Orikan's cold metal body.

This is really interesting. The hearts of these skeletons are actually warm.

Seeing the degenerate body raising its weapon towards her, Elafren also quickly moved around. During the days when she and Jaghatai went out on adventures, she stole a lot of good things. Various smoke screens and holographic projections were displayed on her Displayed all around, deceiving the senses of the degraded body.

When the cloak was fully charged again, Elafren rolled up the cloak and moved away from the center of the battle.

"Big failure!"

Somehow, Elafren's foot slipped, and the cloak that had just been rolled up unexpectedly took her to another place.

Feeling her body's instinctive fear and submission, Elafren looked up and saw Victor, whose whole body was like a shadow, standing in front of her.

"Oh...hi?"

Seeing Elafren's nervous greeting, Victor smiled, "What a joy to meet an old friend in a foreign land! I didn't expect that there is a fast-born person born in Comoros here... and the smell on your body ...Tsk tsk tsk, the damage to the soul has actually been repaired..."

"Uh... Lord Victor, if you are okay, then I will leave."

"Let's go? What's the hurry, my little slave."

Victor pinched his fingers, and Elafren collapsed on the ground with a painful expression on his face. He was completely unable to control the pain in his body and could only grit his teeth to keep from screaming.

The Archons of the Dark Eldar are all perverts, and hearing the screams will only make their torture more intense.

"Yo? You're quite tough. It seems that the quality of your batch of fast-born people is not up to standard... It's a pity that Comoros is finished, and I don't have the chance to punish those bloody pity people who work against the will."

After Victor finished speaking, he struck out a painful black thunder from his palm, which hit Elafren's body directly. As the Archon of the largest conspiracy in Comoros, Victor's torture skills are as good as any slave-master's.

When he gains the power of Black Muse, he can do what he wants without the help of tools and only rely on the spiritual power of conspiracy.

Elafren could not withstand the double torture of the fast-born genes and psychic powers for too long. As soon as her mouth opened uncontrollably, Victor's psychic powers penetrated into her small mouth and blocked it. It stuck to her throat, restricting Elafren's voice.

The painful hesitation is especially weak on the battlefield, but when there are only roars and the roar of guns around you, this weakness will turn to another form of conspicuousness.

"Sing low and slow, little guy, you need to make some interesting changes." Victor showed no mercy because of Elafren's young age. He tore Elafren's cloak to pieces and melted his clothes. , like traces of wax flowing on Elafren's smooth and delicate white body.

Engraved with slave symbols, painful runes, and various insulting Eldar phrases, Victor did all this without even looking at Elafren, which was just insignificant to him. Just a little practice.

"Ugh..."

Blood flowed from Elafren's carved body, and tears of pain mingled with it. Her smart, naughty, and energetic eyes were only as gray as a collapse.

"This is only 15 seconds... Oh, it's good for young people to have tight skin. Unlike us old people, why are we not as sensitive as you." Looking at Drazal in the distance at Chagatai Gradually losing ground in the fierce attack, Victor hung Elafren high and pulled her limbs apart, then removed the psychic blockage blocking her throat and stimulated her nerves to become active again. stand up.

Elafren screamed and cried in pain, and her voice, which was much more immature than other Eldar, had turned into a hoarse, broken gong due to pain. Jaghatai immediately noticed the somewhat transparent carved flesh of Elafren, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Seizing the moment when Jaghatai was distracted, Drazal rushed over, attacking Khan's left waist and right shoulder with two blades.

The blade cut through Jaghatai's armor and embedded itself in his flesh. The mixed neurotoxin also soaked into the blood vessels. Before the blade could continue to advance towards the bones, Jaghatai punched Draza with his backhand. Er's helmet, his pitch-black bladed helmet was twisted and broken.

When Khan wanted to take advantage of the moment when Drazal was staggering and cut his body in half, he felt the paralysis caused by the neurotoxin attack, and Drazal's figure moved faster in his sight. , and the wailing Elafren in the distance became more and more blurry...

"Move quickly! Elafren! Orikan won't be able to hold on for long!"

"I know! I know! Your head is really annoying!" Elafren replied angrily to the anxious Trazin. She saw the right moment and flashed to Orikan through her cloak.

Two silk thread bullets were fired into the approaching degraded body, and then thousands of thin threads exploded out of their bodies, like prepared dandelions.

Taking out Orikan's data core, Elafren weighed it until it was hot.

"Holy shit! Why is this thing of yours so hot? Old Tietou's overloaded motorcycle engine isn't as hot as this thing on my hand."

"This means Orikan is dying!"

Elafren grinned because she was so hot. She really couldn't carry this thing with her. She looked at Trazin's cold head and slapped the hot data core directly on his forehead.

"Let's go!" Elafren rolled up his cloak, preparing to escape from this dangerous place.

Perhaps because of nervousness, or because his hands were not so flexible after being burned, Elafren flashed to the wrong place and appeared blankly in front of Amalaga, who stood like a pale tree.

Master Blood Mercy greeted Elafren gracefully, and then the infected ground around him squirmed, stretching out pale tentacles to attack Elafren.

"Big success!"