Chapter 230 Good Teacher

"Are you really leaving?"

"Yes, I am leaving."

"Alas. Those students are reluctant to leave you."

"I feel sorry for them, but I can't sleep or eat if I don't bring that stinky girl back."

"Okay, I will help you teach them."

"Thank you."

Larry was fully armed and put on the war mask he made. 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. They are much more likely to experience subtle emotions than humans.

However, in this dark universe, war is inevitable. In order to prevent the Eldar warriors from being affected by their emotions and becoming an extremist who is frightened by blood and slaughter or falls into the path of war, every Eldar who needs to fight will make their own war masks.

These masks are not actually a kind of equipment, but a technique to cut personality and mind. Distinguish the main personality from the secondary personality, and by the way, you can also give the secondary personality a name or something.

So you put on the mask and locked away all your sympathy and kindness, becoming a pure killing machine that obeys orders, releasing Cain's bloody violence to your heart's content, and when you take off the mask.

Bang! You become the innocent, kind and gentle girl in the Ark Garden again, and you will feel compassion even when facing the orcs begging for mercy from you.

But sometimes, after some Eldar complete a massacre, even if her main personality has no impression of it, she will inexplicably cry for the killing that she has no impression of.

And Larian is like this. After putting on the mask, his war personality is awakened. As a gentle warrior teacher, he disappeared, replaced by a cold slaughter warrior, with a face as cold as an iceberg under the helmet.

Driving his own cruise ship, Larian bid farewell to the Ark where he lived, stepped into this dangerous universe, looking for the traces of Iverene.

After arriving at Gomor, this old-fashioned teacher who was relatively conservative towards bad kids was shocked by their decadent habits, so a bloody battle inevitably broke out.

Fortunately, as a teacher who could teach others to embark on the path of a warrior, his strength was unquestionable. After crushing the skulls and flesh of many bad compatriots, he was favored by the God of Death, who gave him the power of the God of Death and also gave his war personality a name - Thousand Faces.

From then on, Larian was Thousand Faces in the war, and a gentle warrior mentor after taking off the mask.

"What nonsense." Thousand Faces was a little impatient. He listened to the sound of fighting in the arena and wanted to fly over to rescue his students, but he also knew that the God of Death had repeatedly told him to abide by the prophecy and not to destroy the nonsense of Balabala.

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

A scarred blade-shaped slave ship flew out from the direction of the Death Arena, followed by a large group of conspiracy group plunderer cruise ships. The two sides fought each other with various weapons, and the wailing 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 fighters inside the hull were launched and attacked the black-hearted warriors who were chasing Ivreni.

"Oh! Death, those are my old friends! Get closer to them!"

Ivreni was very happy to see these pirate compatriots who accompanied her in fighting for life and death. She accelerated forward and successfully boarded the ship under the cover of the pirates.

"Mediterranean! Mediterranean, how did you know we were in crisis? I remember that at this time, shouldn't you go to a bar or a nightclub to have fun?"

Ivreni walked quickly to the bridge of the pirate cruise ship and hugged the Eldar pirate with strange clothes and a bald head enthusiastically.

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

"Who is this?"

The pirate named Mediterranean introduced Qianmian, who was wearing red armor, to Iverne. "This guy is the one who told me that you were in danger. I was drinking and was about to enjoy a beautiful dance and take some hallucinogens, but this guy dampened my interest."

Mediterranean briefly introduced how he met Qianmian, and his mouth was full of anger and helplessness that he ruined his beautiful day.

"Hello, mysterious warrior, I feel the breath of death in you, are you also the chosen one?"

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Iverne looked at Qianmian 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 had to maintain such a mysterious and arrogant attitude, and the way he glanced at her made her feel uncomfortable.

"You."

"Ahem. Wait a minute, Evelyne."

Lin Fan stopped Evelyne who wanted to question Qianmian, "Is this your teacher."

"Teacher?"

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

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

"But."

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

"Evelyne."

Teacher? This is really the teacher's voice!

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Ivreni turned around and saw Qianmian taking off his helmet, and saw the warm smile of her familiar teacher Larian.

"Well, teacher."

Unlike the indifference when she was working in the arena, and the anger when she was fighting, Ivreni's face at this time only showed respect and longing for the teacher.

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

"Oh? Really? I didn't expect that I would see you like this next time."

"Huh?"

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

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

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

Larian pointed at the clothes on Ivrene and sighed, "And what did you tell me before you left? You said you were going to participate in a very important mission, and you said you were going to fight a war witch, but you betrayed my trust in you! Do you know that I almost passed out from heartache when I heard you being a succubus in the Gomorro Arena?"

"Teacher, I..."

"You What else do you want to argue? Hmm? "

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

"What are you? Superior bishop? I don't care what you are, I tell you that you'd better not care when I scold students!"

"That's right, Visage, this is my teacher, it's reasonable for me to be scolded by the teacher!"

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

"Let's go, don't stand here stupidly." Lin Fan couldn't stand this unrequited love with a weird personality being targeted by the two, and quickly pulled him away, "You and I go beat the bad guys."

"Hmm" Visage, with a pale face, let Lin Fan hug him and walk out of the bridge.

Lin Fan really knew now that Ivrene's temper had become like this, and she must have learned part of it from her teacher.

Those who can kill indiscriminately without masks will generally fall into Kane's side, so their violent souls cannot be sucked into the infinite loop to avoid contamination.