Chapter 172 Black Heart

"Is this the weapon you found for me? A solar army explosive gun that has been stored for who knows how many years?"

"Why, don't you like it?"

Khan drove the motorcycle through the complex environment of the lower area of ​​​​Gomo, speeding at the limit speed of stepping on the accelerator. While dodging the shooting of the natural disasters in the air, he also created the best shooting field for Lin Fan sitting in the back seat.

Lin Fan raised the explosive gun in his hand, quickly locked a high-speed flying natural disaster figure, pressed the trigger, and released his attack. This great weapon, which is extremely scarce in the empire now and even became a great weapon that can be circulated in the legion in the late period of the Great Expedition.

The energy carried by the heat energy ray shot from the muzzle far exceeds that of any laser weapon, carrying a huge amount of heat energy and hitting the body of the natural disaster. The slender black shadow was instantly ignited by the thermal energy laser, and there were continuous explosions and burning sounds.

This explosion not only burned him to ashes, but also blew the other natural disaster troops affected into ashes. This terrible weapon is not something that the Scourge troops can withstand with their armor that is as sensitive and swift as their flesh.

These Dark Eldars, who regard dexterity and agility as their life, rely more on their own skills and judgment of the battlefield to dodge attacks gracefully, or simply rely on equipment and illusions to deflect attacks to save their lives, just like a deadly and crazy masked dancer.

So sometimes, when the Imperial Army faces the looting of Dark Eldar pirates, covering an entire block with firepower and shooting with eyes closed is your best choice. Of course, the best thing is to shoot yourself in the head directly, and dying quickly is better than becoming a slave of pain.

But in front of Lin Fan, the ultimate humanoid enemy-locking turret, the dodges and agility of these black bean sprouts have become pictures in his vision. The speed of these Scourges is also quite fast, but it is not too outrageous compared to the level of the Primarch and the Imperial Guards, and they are far away, leaving enough distance for Lin Fan to aim accurately.

I really don’t know if I can keep up with the movements of those melee witch spirits and nightmares.

"It's OK, it's quite useful. Although it's the first time to fight these guys, it seems that their speed is far inferior to yours."

"I am the Khan! The eagle of the grassland, no one can be faster than me!"

As the Khan shouted confidently, Lin Fan and him set out on the road to the bottom line track.

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Asdubal Victor, the lord of the dark city of Gomor, the leader of the Black Heart Conspiracy, and the ultimate fun man who has lived since the Fall of the Eldar. He only likes to do things that hurt others and benefit himself throughout his life, or for him, hurting others is the best way to benefit himself.

Wearing a black armor and holding the Nether City Scepter in his hand, Victor looked at the bottom line competition in front of him boredly, accompanied by many other invited archons, the twelve members of the Blood Mercy Association, and the Nightmare Guards.

This kind of activity is getting more and more boring. I have seen all those torture methods and combat techniques ten thousand years ago. There is nothing new.

If it weren't for the fact that this bottom line competition can attract the attention of these idiots and consume some of their strength, I would not even bother to sit here. Even calling Aidalad in the secret room is more exciting than this competition.

The real ruler of Gomo in the field is absent-minded, and the other political leaders are also busy with their own work in secret. They communicate with each other through various micro-communication devices installed on armor and flesh, and complete the distribution of interests behind the dark curtain.

The Nightmare Guard may be the only one without any words and emotional fluctuations. These weapon masters among the Dark Eldar are all ultimate killers. Almost all nightmares are proficient in a weapon called Clive Broad Blade, and practice this powerful weapon to be no different from their own limbs.

Cut off limbs and smash weapons in battle. Only those who survive the endless battle can become nightmare warriors, and those who fail are only worthy of being ground into ashes and sacrificed to the statue of Cain in the shrine.

Victor shook the soul essence in his hand slightly and poured the magical drink emitting a faint white light into his mouth. The pleasure of sucking souls made the dark master with a hypocritical and indifferent smile on his face reveal a trace of real satisfaction.

Boom!

A huge explosion came from outside the Black Heart Spire, but it did not attract everyone's attention. This kind of thing always happens, as long as those idiots don't run into the prison under the Black Heart Spire.

The sound of the explosion became more and more frequent, and at the same time, there was an obvious sound of burning flesh and the strange sound of armor dissolving. Everyone present is a torture master, and such things are not surprising. There are even some more optimistic archons among them who whispered about the painful symphony when they tortured more than 10 million slaves with the poisonous fire of pain.

But then the faint wailing in the air and the Scourge troops that kept rushing down from the spire made everyone present feel something was wrong. They finally turned their cruel eyes to the screen in the center, and then they saw a scene that was enough to make the archons and nobles have a brain hemorrhage.

An archon stood up uncontrollably, and clasped his hands tightly into the chair. The chair trembled for a moment because of the sharp hand armor piercing into it, and then it tightened and trembled all over.

"Pay attention to your demeanor, Arundnar, these living chairs are sponsored by Master Amaraga. They are not cheap." Vitek's face hidden under the huge pointed helmet showed a perfect comforting expression, but if someone really believed such hypocrisy, they would be a real idiot.

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"I can serve Lord Victor." The mouth on Amaraga's left face opened and said the first sentence.

"That is my greatest honor." The mouth on Amaraga's right face said the second sentence.

"This living chair just crushed the bones of hundreds of slaves." The third mouth behind the head opened.

"And adjusted the internal organs." The chest cavity opened, and the fourth mouth took over.

"In this way, they squeezed into a soft and strong chair, and they can also guarantee survival. They can survive by drinking some nutrient solution." The last sentence was completed by a servant next to Amaraga. This servant had all unnecessary organs removed by the master of the blood pity, and was guaranteed to survive through an anti-gravity suspension device and a sophisticated life support system.

Now, this pale flesh ball with only a mouth has become Amaraga's favorite mouthpiece.

"Oh, I remember this. Let me think about it. This is the rent paid to you by the Piercing Heart Conspiracy. A. A great nun of the Monkey Martyrs Convent."

"Yes, sir, you really have an excellent memory. This is the female monkey with a moving voice, like a nightingale. It took me a lot of effort to erase her memory of the Corpse King, but it was worth it after all."

Victor and Amaraga chatted with each other, ignoring the chaos in the baseline field and the anger and anxiety of the Archon named Arundnar.

"Sir! I"

"Hmm?"

Arundnar's courageous speech was shattered in Victor's obscure eyes. Those tall and dangerous Nightmare Guards came up one by one, and the sharp blades in their hands were placed in different positions, waiting for Victor's order, and they could cut the Archon into perfect pieces.

"Oh hahaha~ dear~ you are too nervous, aren't you~" Victor's teasing voice came, and the Nightmare Guards retracted their weapons. Arundnar, who was locked by the cold murderous aura in the field, also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Those guys did break the rules. This is not good. My friend, go and maintain the order of Gomo."

"Thank you. Thank you, sir!"

Arundnar left, taking away other archons who saw the massacre scene in the bottom line and whose faces changed drastically.

Victor sat on the high platform and thought about something.

"Will it be a new opportunity? Just like in the past."

Victor, the representative of Long Aotian who turned from a slave to the highest archon, is a despicable person.