This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 40 Combat
The sensualist had always believed that the Lady of Thirst would treat him with leniency, ever since he had awakened from a mechanical womb ravaged by a Slaanesh demon.

So he released his desires without any scruples, only worrying that he would lose his mind in the experience of desire and forget to offer his most wonderful emotions to the hungry lady.

Just like it is now.

The huge central passage seemed a little empty. The hedonist wearing finely forged armor was waving a neural whip and whipping the mechanical servant.

Snapped--

The long whip lashes against the skin, and the secret poison and nerve hooks in it lick the flesh, and the great pain will bring about a wonderful echo.

That's how it should be.

“Boring, boring!”

The hedonist kicked down the mechanical servant that was about to continue carrying the goods. He had to admit that the cruelty of the monkeys in torturing their own kind made him look up to them a little.

Then he glanced at the Calamity beside him, turned his wrist slightly, and the neural whip wrapped around the Calamity's slender calf without hesitation.

These genetically engineered Dark Eldar are messengers used to carry messages throughout the complex cities of Commorra, and are also deadly and lithe killers.

The exposed, slender legs, specially designed for high-speed maneuvering, look extremely charming in the eyes of those who indulge in lust.

"what!!!"

Scourge uttered an alluring scream like a lark's voice.

That's right.

A satisfied smile appeared on the hedonist's face.

However, before he could tighten the whip, an invisible shock came over him, and his wanton expression turned into fear in an instant.

This is the fear engraved deep in the hearts of every Eldar, and with the shock will come the minions of Slaanesh.

He quickly loosened his grip, swung the wide beheading knife, and simultaneously pushed the nerve blocker into his blood vessels, suppressing his desire to the lowest point.

But after waiting for more than ten seconds, the indulgent person did not see the expected slim and deadly figure from any corner.

"The handmaiden of the Lady of Thirst has not yet arrived?"

The scars from the hunter's shock would not heal in a short time, and he very much hoped that this guess was true.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the hedonist dared to have such a lavish time on someone else's ship. After all, he is dead. The conspiracy group's gains this time are said to be enough to book the largest arena in Comoros for a performance. As a senior officer, he can afford the price of resurrection.

But being killed by a Slaanesh demon is a completely different matter.

Being invited into the six-ring palace of the Supreme Heaven by the Lady of Thirst after death is absolutely an ending that no elf can accept. Just thinking about it is enough to make the soul tremble.

"Perhaps this is an invitation from the Lady of Thirst? An invitation for us to come and savor the feast?"

Releasing his senses to the maximum, the Calamity who accompanied the hedonist put away his panicked expression. After confirming that there was no additional movement except that the boundary between this place and the Supreme Heaven had become weak, he carefully pushed away the neural whip with his claws.

She said dissatisfiedly.

"Stop joking."

The hedonist narrowed his eyes, tightened the nerve whip wrapped around Calamity's calf, relaxed a little, and soothed his weakened soul. He was about to ask his Calamity partner to stop teasing him, but his open mouth suddenly froze again.

It was just a moment of trance just now, and the team that should have been in touch with me has lost contact.

He subconsciously looked into the deep passage, and every nerve in his body told him that something was approaching.

The ship's attack on the dark lair of the Dark Eldar began again. And this time, it would not be a simple test!

"Horus!"

That was a roar.

The murderous intent and the eardrum-shattering roar made him instinctively tense every inch of his muscles, but his chest would not relax no matter what. It was as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat, making breathing difficult.

This, this feeling!
This aura surpassed that of any monster he knew. At least those creatures that died at his hands in the arena would not have such murderous intent.

When the golden power spear swept towards him, the only voice left in the mind of the hedonist was a voice.

I will die!
bump!
A sharp explosion echoed, and the indulgent person's body had just begun to react when he was directly beaten into pieces in mid-air by the long pole.

scoff!

The sharp spear tip cut off her wings, and when the young Scourge thought she had escaped, a big hand grabbed her head and slammed it against the wall, causing her brain to burst.

Karna suppressed his thirst for blood, threw away the headless corpse and roared again.

"Holy Jeremiah, bear witness to me! Burn me!"

Almost all the Dark Eldar heard the deafening sound at the same time.

It was a shrill roar, carrying the darkest emotions of a holy angel before his death, a rage that returned to the world everything he had experienced in despair!
Behind him, the war dog dragging the snake man's remains was also infected by the anger of this burning world.

These aliens who are in cahoots with the Dark Eldar are so disgusting.

The war dogs raised their hands and smashed the body of an Ugul, then resolutely ran towards the scarlet road.

The angel led the hound into the cage and tore it to pieces.

In Romulus' sight, the three people who were advancing in the front were absorbing the dark elves lurking in the shadows towards the core of the war in an almost siphoning manner.

At the same time, he also completely exposed his back to the executioner in the shadows.

scoff!

A beam of light struck, and the nerves that had long been forged by Comoros reacted horribly, causing the body to shift, leaving only a shallow burn mark on the armor.

Nightmare, who was still rushing to the attack site, dodged the laser fire in an extremely exaggerated manner.

These warriors of the Dark Eldar faction who worship Khaine are the Cabal's most loyal mercenaries and the most deadly killing machines in one-on-one combat.

The whipping device worn on the head constantly releases psychic shocks, making the opponent dizzy and giving them an advantage in the battle.

But that's about it.

The opening fire gained the team the upper hand, but when Nightmare cast his cold eyes towards the warrior wearing the raven mask, he was met with a high-speed rotating chainsaw axe blade.

clang!
His superb skills allowed him to block the attack, and with just a little effort he suppressed the shark. Just as he was about to chop off the shark's head, the subsequent attack directly cut off Nightmare's right arm.

He quickly retreated, trying to create some space to move, but the other axe blade easily caught up with the back of his head, and the roaring saw blade tore through his body, splitting it in two from top to bottom.

The teeth hooked together, grabbing the flesh and blood, and the moment the sharks withdrew their hands, they tore the nightmare corpse into pieces, throwing its bloody remains in all directions.

The demon-whipping device, which was still functioning, finally dispelled the sharks' psychic shadows.

(End of this chapter)