Chapter 637 Astrologer

"Hurry up! Irafren! Orikan can't hold on for too long!" Trazin's urging made Irafren a little annoyed. She looked at Orikan, who was sizzling with electric sparks in the distance, waiting for her cloak to complete the next charge.

"Let's go! You useless metal head!"

Rolling up the cloak to cover her whole body, Irafren flashed to Orikan's side. Under Trazin's guidance, she took out the silk making device, quickly broke open Orikan's metal shell, and took out a hexahedron that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. The general shape was not much different from a reduced coffin.

Pinching Orikan's so-called data core, Irafren only felt that this thing was warm to the touch, forming a great contrast with Orikan's cold metal body.

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

Seeing the degenerate raising his weapon towards her, Irafren also quickly dodged and moved. During the days of adventure with Chagatai, she stole a lot of good things. Various smoke screens and holographic projections appeared around her, deceiving the senses of the degenerate.

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

"Big failure!"

Somehow, Irafren slipped, and the cloak that had just been rolled up took her to another place by accident.

Feeling the instinctive fear and obedience of her body, Irafren looked up and saw Victor, who was like a shadow, in front of her.

"Oh. Hi?"

Seeing Irafren's nervous greeting, Victor smiled, "What a joy, meeting an old friend in a foreign land! I didn't expect there is a fast-growing person born in Gomo here. And the smell on you. Wow, the damage to your soul has been repaired."

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

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

Victor pinched his fingers, and Irafren collapsed on the ground with a painful face. He couldn't control the pain in his body at all, so he had to grit his teeth and didn't cry out.

The archons of the Dark Eldar are all perverts. They will only torture more when they hear screams and wails.

"Yo? You are quite tough. It seems that the quality of your batch of fast-growing people is not up to standard. It's a pity that Gomo is finished, and I have no chance to punish those blood-pitying people who are secretly disobeying."

Victor said, and a black thunder of suffering was shot out from his palm, hitting Irafren directly. As the archon of the largest conspiracy group in Gomor, Victor's torture skills are no less than any slave officer.

When he obtained the power of the Black Muse, he could do what he wanted without the help of tools and rely only on the psychic power of the conspiracy.

Irafren could not hold on for too long under the dual torture of the fast-growing gene and psychic power. As soon as her mouth opened uncontrollably, Victor's psychic power went into her small mouth, blocking her throat and restricting Irafren's voice.

The painful hesitating voice was particularly weak on the battlefield, but when there were only roars and the roar of guns around you, this low and weak voice turned to another form of conspicuousness.

"Sing slowly, little guy, you have to make some interesting changes." Victor did not show mercy to Irafren because of his young age. He tore Irafren's cloak into pieces and melted the clothes close to his body, like a stream of wax dripping on Irafren's smooth and delicate white body.

The marks of slaves, runes of pain, and various insulting Eldar phrases were engraved on it. Victor didn't even look at Irafren when he did all this. It was just a trivial exercise for him.

"Woo."

Blood flowed from Irafren's carved body, and tears of pain were mixed in. Her smart, naughty, and lively eyes were only gray and collapsed.

"It's only 15 seconds. Alas, young people have tight skin and flesh, unlike us old people, who are not as sensitive as you." Watching Drazar in the distance gradually falling into a disadvantage in Chagatai's fierce attack, Victor hung Irafren upside down, pulled her limbs apart, and then removed the psychic blockage blocking her throat, and stimulated her nerves to become active again.

Irafren screamed and cried in pain. Her voice, which was much more tender than other Eldar, had become a hoarse and broken gong sound due to pain. Chagatai immediately noticed Irafren's somewhat transparent carved body, and his eyes were about to burst.

Seizing the moment when Chagatai was distracted, Drazar pounced on him, attacking the Khan's left waist and right shoulder with two blades.

The blades cut through Chagatai's armor and embedded into his flesh, and the mixed neurotoxins also seeped into his blood vessels. Before the blades continued to move towards the bones, Chagatai punched Drazar's helmet with his backhand, twisting and breaking his black bladed helmet.

When the Khan wanted to cut Drazar's body in half while he staggered, he felt the paralysis caused by the onset of the neurotoxin. In his sight, Drazar's figure moved faster, and Irafren, who was wailing in the distance, became more and more blurred.

"Move quickly! Irafren! Orikan can't hold on for too long!"

"Got it! Got it! Your head is really annoying!" Irafren replied to the anxious Taraxin unhappily. She saw the right time 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!"