Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 297

  Chapter 297 The Arrival of Sanguinius (Subscribe)

  Sharaxi. Demon disaster, no one of the Eldar dares to say that he will not be afraid of this name.

   To the Eldar, this is a cursed name.

   This is especially true for the Dark Eldar who like to slaughter.

  Sharaxi was created by Slaanesh to fight and defeat other Chaos gods, especially the bloodthirsty ones of Khorne.

   There are many legends circulating in the subspace, among them there is a story about Shalasi defeating the bloodthirsty Skabrand.

  If it is true and credible, it also proves how strong Shalasi is, and can defeat Scarbrad, who was once loved by Khorne, by himself.

  Skarbrad was expelled from the Blood God Realm for betraying Khorne, but his combat power has not been weakened in any way.

  Countless worlds burned under his rage, and countless lives were slaughtered by him.

  In the warp, the name Scarbrand also represents destruction and fear.

   Not a living being dares to desecrate this banished bloodthirsty.

   When preventing the resurrection of the **** of death and the plan of the **** of death army, Shalasi also showed strong combat effectiveness.

   Facing the joint attack of Evelyn, the front, the incarnation of the **** of death, the unicorn and others, it seemed to be able to handle it with ease, and finally made the plan of the **** of death army to resurrect the **** of death go to waste.

  The Death God Army has always had a plan, that is to find all five crone swords to resurrect the God of Death and defeat the nightmare of their race-Slaanesh.

   However, Shalasi stole the fifth Crone's Sword and placed it in Slaanesh's realm.

   Make the Death Army a joke.

   Resurrecting the **** of death has also become an endless loop that cannot be solved.

  Victor's face became extremely ugly.

  The usual domineering appearance has disappeared without a trace, only regret and fear.

  The warriors of the conspiracy group watched a twisted and weird figure slowly coming out of the darkness.

  Moves with a grace not possessed by the Dark Eldar.

  Shalasi is about the same height as the Dark Eldar at the moment.

   Has the strong physique of a male Eldar and the handsome face of a female Eldar.

  The body is strong and slender with armor covering only key parts.

  The naked chest muscles are well defined, and the skin is light purple. Shining like a jewel.

   As the creation and dependent of Slaanesh, Shalasi is extremely beautiful.

  His existence even distorts the original meaning of the word handsome.

  Excessive pursuit of perfect harmony, and deviated from the acceptable boundaries of galactic creatures.

  Shalasi's head is also very narrow and long, with black hair standing up naturally, and a pair of curved pointed horns are worn on his head like a crown.

   There is also a thick and scaly tail behind it.

  The tip of the tail is a sharp knife with a barb, which is extremely sharp and reflects a dazzling cold light under the light.

  A female Dark Eldar impaled by Shalashi's tail.

  The slender and slender body hangs on the opponent's tail.

   That female Dark Eldar is Victor's right-hand man, the pearl of Comoros, and the Witch Queen of the Battle Sect - Hespera.

  Hespera has a beautiful appearance and a perfect figure. Even humans will be impressed by her beauty.

  The residents of the Comoros love to stay in the arenas she controls, admiring her wonderful art of killing.

  The sharp blade sliced ​​across the bodies of those guys, making them scream the most ear-piercingly.

  Scenes like that can be described as pleasing to the eye.

  Every performance of Hespera can satisfy the residents of Comoros to the greatest extent, allowing them to return home happily.

  But at this moment, the Pearl of Comoros was hanging on Shalasi's tail, making a painful moan.

  The sharp knife pierced her towering chest.

  The vicious warp energy tormented the graceful body of the Witch Queen, making her miserable.

  That handsome face no longer had the charm of the past, only desperate pain.

   "Delicious soul, always so intoxicating. I don't know if your soul can be more delicious than hers."

  Sharaxi showed a fascinated expression.

  Hespera was also caught by the thick tail.

   was delivered to him.

  Xia Laxi stretched out a finger, and lifted up the beautiful, perfect face of the Witch Queen.

  At this moment, Hespera's face is full of distorted pain and bone marrow fear, and her eyes reveal the desire for death.

  Shalasi has never been a generous demon, he likes to torture those prey bit by bit until the day the universe collapses.

  Hespera will never be redeemed, nor will her suffering end.

  Any kind of terrible punishment that the Dark Eldar can imagine.

  None can be compared with the ending of being taken away by Slaanesh.

  That depraved, indulgent realm is a terrifying taboo that the Dark Eldar would never want to touch.

  Victor looked at this scene, feeling a trace of regret in his heart.

  When he learned that the seal of Comoros had been broken, he should have chosen to flee immediately.

  Greed made him take risks.

   Comoros is his foundation and everything to him.

  Without the Comoros, who would know Victor? ?

  He returned to the Comoros, just to see if he could salvage something.

  The staff of Asuryan in his hand may allow him to defeat the demon.

  Victor saw the appearance of Shalasi, and he knew that he was still too naive.

  Slaanesh longed for the souls of the Eldar, and had endured for countless ages.

  How could it miss such a good opportunity.

  Shalasi waved the long sword in his hand, showing a cruel smile.

  He walked slowly towards Victor's group until his warm, fragrant scent touched the ghostly armored faces of the cabal warriors.

  The smelly scent permeated the breathing masks of the cabal warriors, making them feel sick and vomit.

  A cabal warrior couldn't bear to attack first.

  Shalasi caused unimaginable psychological oppression to them.

  Let them be like fish thrown on the shore, suffocating to breathe.

  The combat skills of the Dark Eldar are famous for being fast and ruthless.

   They chase speed and like to use the most brutal means to deal with the enemy.

  Xia Laxi showed madness, waving the long sword in his hand, but did not make any resistance.

   One of his arms was directly chopped off by a cabal warrior.

  A thick, deadly, sweet, poisonous mist sprayed from the wound.

  The pain caused Shalasi's face to turn an unusual deep red.

  His whole body was trembling, as if something of extreme pleasure was washing over every nerve in him, making him almost crazy with excitement.

   "What a wonderful pain, so exhilarating and joyful, I want more, want more."

  Shalasi let out a piercing laugh, and his eyes became crazy.

  The samurai of the conspiracy group showed a terrified look.

   Pleasure Demons are crazier than Dark Eldar.

   Enjoying the pleasure of brutalizing and abusing the enemy is like taking drugs.

  Under the horrified gaze of the cabal warriors, Shalasi launched an attack.

  His swordsmanship is impeccable.

   Within one breath, all the limbs of the samurai of the conspiracy group who shot were cut off.

   After finishing all this, he stretched out his snake-like tongue, licking the blood on the long sword.

  The whole body was trembling with excitement because of his tyranny, like a sick lunatic.

  Shalasi's magic sword carries a vicious curse, and every attack will magnify the opponent's pain.

  The more twisted the hearts of those guys, the more terrible the pain.

   The screams that resounded throughout the entire Dark Eldar ship sounded.

  All the Dark Eldar who can become warriors of the black conspiracy group are masters of abuse.

   They are good at inflicting pain on their enemies.

  The curse of Shalasi can turn these dark and distorted pasts into real damage, and reappear on them twice.

   What follows is a brutal scene of cruelty.

   In front of Shalasi, no Dark Eldar could resist his blow.

  Slaanesh's minions have a special restraint on the Eldar.

   Their strength and combat skills cannot be fully displayed.

  Accompanied by the screams of the warp, Victor and his party were knocked down one by one by Shalasi, using the most exquisite swordsmanship to inflict the greatest pain on them.

  Shalasi didn't completely kill them, which doesn't meet the needs of the demon of Slaanesh.

  He longs for more pain, and for seeing the pain of his enemies.

  The final scream was from the Comoros overlord.

   It resounded through the entire battleship and echoed in the scarlet sky of Comoros.

   And the maniacal laughter of Shalasi, mixed with the screams and explosions of Comoros, echoed in the ears of the howling Dark Eldar.

  The black sun hovers over Comoros, witnessing the final end of the remnants of this ancient empire.

  They survived the Eldar Fall.

  But unwilling to heed the warning of the Ark Eldar, as always immersed in depravity and indulgence.

  Today is the moment when everything will end.

  Those broken shrines, statues of ancient forgotten gods gaze upon the final finale of their people.

  Blood spilled on the sculpture, like the last tears of the Eldar gods.

   Those arenas filled with iron spikes and vicious instruments of torture resounded with screams as always.

   Unfortunately, this time it was no longer the voices of the slaves that echoed, but the former audience.

   All prisoners have been released.

  The human batch was picked up by their fellow humans.

  Prisoners of other ethnicities were left in the Comoros.

   Surprisingly, there are still a group of Huoshi fighters among them.

  Perhaps they are the last remnants of the Tau race, they were captured by the Dark Eldar before the Tau star was fully attacked by humans.

  If they can successfully escape, they may be able to resume civilization construction in the ruins of the race.

   Unfortunately, this time the Comoros are doomed to have no survivors.

  The demons are enjoying this hard-won carnival.

   Some demons even cheer for Guilliman.

  Thanks to his men for giving them such a feast.

  The unclean creations of the Prince of Darkness invaded Comoros like a monstrous flood.

   Countless torture instruments and wooden stakes painted with various weird patterns appeared throughout the city.

  Those Eldar were hung on torture tools and stakes, like a grand massacre ceremony.

   Comoros was drawn into the chaotic realm of Slaanesh.

  There are countless corpses hanging on the arena.

  The sharp iron hook pierces the bodies of those unlucky ones.

  Let them writhe in agony on the hook.

   Their souls were tortured to pieces, and only pain remained.

  The demons would never let these guys die so easily.

  Vicious sorcery can imprison the soul of the opponent in a tortured body.

  Let them sink forever in endless, unimaginable pain.

   Pain turned into art, intertwined with the reverberating demon song.

   Except for the Arena and the upper area where the nobles are located.

   At the bottom of the Comoros, those brutal atrocities can be seen everywhere.

  The demons did not spare any corner.

  The ground floor of Comoros also has many majestic buildings and minarets.

  The webway has no real top and bottom.

  The difference between the two is that one side faces the black star controlled by the slaves of the Dark Eldar, and the other side faces the nothingness of nothingness.

  The ground floor continues to extend towards another dimension, forming an intricate complex of underground buildings.

  The headquarters of the Haemonculi is located in the core area of ​​the ground floor.

   Some Haemonculi serve the Cabal and Voodoo.

  Those Haemonculi hanging from high-rise towers are representative of them.

   Those haemonculus masters who are highly skilled prefer to stay in their dissecting rooms rather than participate in the political games of the Dark Eldar.

   These guys are all masters in reshaping flesh and blood, whether living or dead, they will become materials in their hands.

  Horrible and **** experiments are being carried out in their territory all the time.

  The eyeballs of hapless prey and travelers are hollowed out and blended into the twisting, narrow corridors, serving as illuminated pedestals.

  Haemonculi are nobles who have fallen and indulged in the Eldar Empire. They are so old that they need to witness endless pain every day to nourish their dry souls.

   Their revenge is also extremely terrifying.

   Several imperial worlds suffered brutal massacres because they offended the Haemonculus.

  The Haemonculi peeled off the skins of the powerful and put them on the statues of the heroes of the empire to humiliate the empire.

  However, at this moment, they no longer have the arrogance of the past.

  The distorted laughter of the demons echoed inside the shadowed spire.

  The blood pity who lived for an unknown number of years was tortured by fear and ran around, trying to escape that terrible fate.

   "No!" Urian, the most prestigious Haemonculus, the president of the Flesh Prophet Association, and a fallen genius in the field of body modification and anatomy, let out a shrill scream.

   This guy is also considered a legend among the many flesh and blood craftsmen.

  From the humblest slave in the Dark City to the supreme overlord, everyone knows Urien's name.

   To some, the Haemonculi is nothing more than a twisted monster from a horror story.

   For others, they would rather the monster under the bed be a fact than Urian be a real existence.

  The past of this Haemonculus lord is too old to be studied.

   He has been reborn many times.

  Using the Haemonculi regeneration method that I have released, I travel through the realm of life and death time and time again, enjoying death crimes at the pinnacle of pain again and again like tasting fine wine.

   But this time, he didn't have any composure.

  The key to resurrection is that the soul is not lost.

  Dying under the minions of Slaanesh, the consequence is that the soul is pulled into the opponent's domain.

  Strange voices surrounded Urian, as if mocking his powerlessness.

  Urian hid in his dissecting room, but the shaking lights and moving shadows let him know that the physical level of defense could not stop the pace of these demons.

  He opened the coffin that he carried with him, and his works were placed inside.

  Invisible ghosts created from painfully twisted flesh.

   This is his most perfect masterpiece. On the battlefield, whenever he opens the coffin and sings the activation spell.

  The invisible ghosts will flock to the enemy, tear off the opponent's flesh and blood, and bring the head to him.

   This process is very fast.

   Before the enemy could react, it was over.

  Those weird voices were getting closer and closer, and Urian didn't care too much about it.

  He activated the coffin's work, and severe pain rushed to his brain.

   Weird jointed limbs and twisted shapes kept falling to the ground like broken china clay.

   In order to save his soul, he committed suicide.

  In an abandoned port far away from Comoros, the coffin of rebirth hidden under the building activated the resurrection process.

   This is a common trick used by the Haemonculi. Every modified organ on their body has a resurrection mechanism.

  Urian struggled to crawl out of the squirming flesh sack, with a distorted smile on his face.

  He will not spare humans.

   Those **** monkeys ruined Comoros and his lab.

  He wants to use an extremely cruel massacre to declare that Comoros has never been destroyed.

  The human empire will pay an unimaginable price for their stupid actions.

  A strange, cold wind blew past Urian's ears, as if a creature was blowing gently behind his back.

   Still fantasizing about how to take revenge on humans, a chill appeared on the spine of the Haemonculi Grandmaster.

  The xenomorphs and wandering traders wandering the abandoned docks heard a desperate howl.

  When they arrived at the secret place where the Haemonculi people stored the Coffin of Resurrection, this sadistic guy had already been tortured to death by an extremely cruel method.

  The painful and distorted expression on his face was like the last imprint of the soul being pulled out of the body.

  The destruction of the Comoros was extremely tragic, and it cannot be recorded in words.

  The screams of despair and pain lasted for many days.

  By the time the empire re-entered Comoros, there was no longer a living life inside.

   Only those twisted monsters move inside those brutal, sickly steeple buildings.

  Azrael issued an order of extinction, completely destroying the entire Comoros.

  Every Dark Eldar stronghold will be reduced to ruins whose past no one knows.

  Guilliman's benevolence and his extraordinary rule are not only shown on those magnificent battleships, but also manifested in every small detail of the empire.

  Facing those soldiers and warriors who have been traumatized by war, Guilliman is not as heartless and cruel as the high lords of the past.

   Some suitable planets were selected to serve as healing or retirement homes for these individuals.

   Grim was rescued from the Dark Eldar arena.

  He was once the Dreadnought of the Black Dragon's Chapter, an ancient warrior buried in a sarcophagus.

   Being hung in the arena controlled by that disgusting Dark Eldar in Hespera, being the object of entertainment for those guys.

  He witnessed the imperial guards being thrown into the arena to fight and slaughtered by gladiators who were good at the dance of killing.

  Witnessing the battle brothers fell in the fight with Tyrannosaurus, Chaos Warriors, and Orcs, it became a **** feast cheered by those Dark Eldar.

  Witnessing those innocent mortals being thrown into killing traps one after another, exhausted, being played with in the applause.

  Grimm once thought that he would never have a day of relief.

  Fate played a joke on him.

  The iron fist of the empire smashed the defense of Comoros, and a new warrior descended from the sky, taking away all the human slaves in the arena.

  He witnessed that alien city full of crimes screaming under the ravages of demons, and was destroyed by the artillery fire of the Empire.

   Then he was sent to an agricultural world.

   "You are here to recuperate and restore your body. After that, you will be able to choose to retire and continue fighting." The dark angel who was in charge of escorting him and the other captives left after leaving such an explanation.

   Grim lost his limbs in a battle, which allowed him to be buried in the Dreadnought sarcophagus, continuing to fight as a Dreadnought.

   For his mobility, medical personnel put him on a bipedal walker.

  Use the nerve cable system to allow him to control the system.

  His agricultural world is extremely prosperous and prosperous.

  Ninety percent of the land and sea areas of the entire planet have been opened up for agricultural production.

  The orbit of the planet is very special, making it summer all year round, providing enough light for the growth of crops.

   Every day, a large number of ships enter and leave the planet's space station.

   Ship fertilizer and processed waste from other planets and take their produce away.

  Industrial planets have hundreds of billions of permanent residents.

  Plus the needs of industrial production.

  The excrement of the industrial planet generally cannot be disposed of by itself, and there are environmental requirements, so it can no longer be discharged at will like before.

  Forcing these industrial planets to process the excrement and hand it over to the agricultural planet to complete the cycle.

  Empire is a huge circular system.

  Expand the natural circulation of a planet in the past to the level of the entire galaxy.

   It is a mandatory requirement for the agricultural planet to recycle excrement to supplement the original land nutrients. Only in this way can the agricultural planet not become a desert planet.

  The plants supported by the land need trace elements. If the agricultural planet once produced agricultural products to other planets, but did not recycle the excrement to supplement the trace elements of the land, it will lead to the gradual desertification of the land.

  Even if technology is used to make up for it, at most it will delay the collapse of the agricultural planet, and it may also lead to excessive hormones in agricultural products.

  Grimm didn't know these things until he arrived at the nursing home.

  The shock that this incident brought to him was definitely no less than the shock when he was brought back to those magnificent battleships.

  Transporting agricultural products, recycling excrement, and establishing a natural circulation system, if the group of young people who have not experienced the dark days of the past must sound very simple, after all, they live in such an era.

   When Kegrim was still active in the galaxy and had not fallen into the hands of the Dark Eldar, such a system would have been difficult to pass even a proposal, let alone established.

  In the past, the governors of each planet acted independently, only managing their own one-third of an acre of land, pure earth emperors.

  Mount Terra is high and the emperor is far away, so they can't control them at all.

  It is simply impossible to establish such an economic cycle system that spans the entire galaxy.

  Tara's gang of high lords did not have the motivation and demand to do such things.

   After all, the forces of all parties are intricate, and to do such a thing, the interests of all parties must be balanced.

   For this reason, what the high lords do most is the work of paper craftsmen.

   Repair here, repair there, it is impossible to do anything drastic.

  It wasn't until the new emperor of the empire, the great Guilliman, woke up from his deep sleep that he carried out drastic reforms and completed various incredible projects.

  The smaller the details, the more able to reflect the ability of a ruler.

  Protection and subsidies to the agricultural world prevent people from exhausting the agricultural world, and pass draconian laws to prevent the industrial world from self-destruction.

  These things seem less intuitive than the strengthening of the empire's warships and armies, but they have actually changed human life.

  The skies of the industrial world are no longer filled with poisonous smog and acid rain.

  The agricultural world will not be like the hive worlds in the past, which over-squeezed the land and collapsed, and eventually became a desert world. Human beings can only hide in the hives and eat fungus nutritious porridge, lingering, and become a breeding ground for chaos and aliens.

  If the agricultural world cannot even build a hive city, it will quickly lose its vitality and become a forgotten world.

   Every world is now properly developed.

  Ensuring their sustainable development also tapped their maximum potential.

   These are the places where Grimm was amazed.

  The decaying empire of the past is transforming into what people dreamed of.

  Grimm is in a nursing facility, undergoing limb recovery surgery.

  The development of imperial medical technology has made it possible to regenerate severed limbs, and the price is very low, even ordinary people can accept it.

  Daily, his job is to walk on the balcony with a cane, trying to make his limbs more flexible as soon as possible.

  As a veteran, Grimm has zero skills other than fighting.

  From the time he was selected into the Black Dragon Corps at the age of fifteen, what he learned was **** the enemy quickly and effectively.

   Brother Astartes is doomed to miss a peaceful life.

  The location of the hospital is very good. Standing on the balcony, you can overlook a huge orchard and an aquaculture base near the sea.

   Grimm was born in a cruel time, when many good tastes were thrown away in order to survive.

  Tyrans, aliens, traitors, and countless enemies make the empire overwhelmed.

  Humans search for everything they own, and constantly squeeze themselves, just to fight against those terrible enemies and study how to survive.

  Now, the situation is quite different.

  Under the leadership of Guilliman, humanity has become the most powerful force in the galaxy.

   People began to pursue many things other than survival.

  The location of the hospital is very good, and those buildings perfectly fit the nature.

  Grimm stood by the balcony, the sea breeze was blowing on his face head-on, carrying a fishy smell.

  Children were playing on the beach, digging up the aquatic products washed to the beach by the waves with small buckets.

  Some lovers hold hands shyly, walk on the beach with bare feet, letting the cold sea wash their ankles.

  So beautiful, so peaceful.

   No gunfire, no screaming.

  Grim thought he would never see such a scene again.

  He put down the crutch in his hand, leaned on the railing, and watched those warm scenes.

   No longer worry about the imminent death.

  Let those warm pictures wash away my dark memory in Comoros.

  At this moment, he felt that everything he had insisted on was meaningful.

  Everyone will live like a human being, no longer a cold number, and will not be ruthlessly consumed like a bullet.

   "You look very emotional."

  A gentle voice sounded, and Grimm turned to look over. It was a middle-aged female doctor in a white coat.

  The face is very gentle and looks non-aggressive.

  Grimm evaluated the gap between the two, even if his limbs could still be used flexibly, he could easily strangle this female doctor to death.

   Grab the opponent's throat like grabbing a chicken, and easily pinch it off.

   "I was born for war." Grim suppressed his tyranny and said calmly.

   "I know you, Astartes, war angels, you are His Majesty's sharpest sword, our guardians." The female doctor walked to Grimm's side, supported the railing with her hands, and looked into the distance.

  The sea breeze blew her soft long hair and brushed over her face like white jade.

"You shouldn't be so close to me. It's dangerous. Because our spirits have some trauma, too close a distance will make us start self-defense. In fact, according to the previous procedures, I should receive treatment from the chaplain of the war group instead of Stay in this nursing facility."

"Times have changed." The female doctor said with a smile: "The great majesty has changed everything and reshaped the galaxy and the human race. I can see the hesitation and resistance in your eyes. You have fought all your life in the name of the former emperor. But after being rescued, he learned that his son sat on the highest throne."

"From the day I was trained, I was taught to be loyal to the Emperor, fight for humanity, and never compromise." Grimm did not refute the female doctor's words, "Even if it falls into the hands of the Dark Eldar, Nor has I ever forgotten this mission. I have endured humiliation and the loss of my brother because I swore to fight for the Emperor to the last."

"When I was rescued, the Emperor had passed away, and the empire was handed over to the returning Primarch. Everything felt so strange to me. I wondered if I should die with the destruction of the Comoros. In that case , at least you don't have to face the inner wavering.”

"I can understand you, not everyone can accept the changes of the times calmly." The female doctor clicked her hand in the air, and a light curtain appeared in front of them, "I am your psychotherapist , Grimm. I was ordered by the Ministry of Military Affairs to evaluate and treat your mental state to ensure that you can return to the battlefield."

   "I don't need treatment." Grimm said: "My will is as indestructible as a rock. If you put me on the battlefield, I can take up arms and kill the enemy. This is my mission and my duty."

"You are not a tool, Grimm. Even if you are an Astartes warrior, you are still a living person. Don't regard yourself as a tool. War is not everything to you." The female doctor said with a smile: " What the Empire needs is a healthy warrior, not a berserker who drives himself mad in oppressive silence."

   "What if I refuse your treatment and evaluation?" Grimm asked.

   "You will be forced to retire. The psychological construction of the army is an essential content. Soldiers lost in killing and silence are our enemies' favorite prey."

   Metropolis.

   "If you and I work together, we will certainly be able to severely damage Roboute Company." Bruce found his old enemy, the clown.

  The Joker, like Batman, is a symbol of Gotham City.

  No gangster would dare to provoke this guy with a funny face painted on his face.

  Even Bruce has a headache about this enemy of his.

  He has arrested the clown many times, but he is always escaped by the other side cleverly.

   Of course, the two of them also had cooperation.

  Every cooperation can be described as perfect.

"It's really surprising." The clown tilted his head and looked at the fully armed Batman, showing a crazy smile. He walked in front of the opponent with a weird posture, "After suppressing it for so long, you are finally willing to expose your true nature Yes, Bruce."

"I'm just for justice, to stop Roboute's vicious conspiracy." Bruce slapped the clown's hand that wanted to touch his face, and said in a deep voice: "I'm not the same person as you, never will be, Arthur. I will never become a lunatic like you, worshiping monsters of chaos."

   "Then why did you come to me?" The clown grinned, revealing his yellow, salivfilled teeth, very sharp, like a vampire.

"You are eager to overthrow the Roboute Company, right? You are eager to overthrow the order that you don't like and have no place for you. Just like me, I hate the Gotham City you control, and I want to destroy everything Like that."

  "You want to overthrow Roboute Corporation, uncover their hypocritical masks, and tell everyone in this world, look, the rule of Roboute Corporation is a conspiracy, a shameless conspiracy."

  The clown spreads his hands like a mad orator whose only audience is his nemesis.

"Look inside your heart, Bruce, you're not a hero. You're just a mean brute like me, a shameless clown who craves chaos and waits for attention. When your Batmark is slapped on the sky above Gotham City, you Then you know your own nature, don't you? The feeling of being needed and sought after by others is so intoxicating."

   "I didn't." Bruce clenched his fist and said coldly.

   "No?" The clown said mockingly: "Then why did you invite me to fight Roboute?? Invite a criminal, a murderous lunatic, to fight a company that may save all mankind."

   "Robot Company will only lead this world into the abyss."

"Hahaha, this sentence is very similar to Lex's style, that is, the scientist who opposed Superman, the Justice League will only bring the world into the abyss. Look at those people outside, when they talk about Roboute Company , just as excited as when we first mentioned you."

"The Justice League and the Roboute Company are not the same concept at all." Bruce retorted: "The Roboute Company thinks about how to rule the world, while the Justice League wants to protect people from living and working in peace and happiness. "

"Isn't it the same nature to rule the world and protect people to live and work in peace and happiness? The Justice League has stipulated people's happiness and the definition of living and working in peace and contentment. You demand that there should be no street crime in the city, and that the operation of human society should be in accordance with your regulations. Doesn't that work like it does in the world?"

   "What's wrong with fighting crime? Those people can solve their own problems through normal means. Why do they use such extreme methods?" Bruce said.

"When the people of France rioted, the king thought the same way. Why are these common people unwilling to solve the problem according to the law? Why do they use such extreme methods? Crime is never the cause of social unrest, it is the social system Feedback that went wrong. What I hate about you superheroes is that you think you are right and everything you do makes no sense."

Bruce grabbed Arthur by the throat, "I don't need your preaching, clown. Don't try to mislead me, I know you were expelled from Gotham because of that Roboute company. They want Catch you, take your lobe, make you a poor puppet, don't you want revenge."

"Why revenge?" Even though he was strangled, the smile on the clown's face was still on his face, "What I deserve is the iron law of human society. Roboute knows this very well, and they will not let me go , because only my death can tell the people of this world this ancient rule, no one can be an exception. That way, they can gain people's trust."

"Superheroes have violated this rule, and your justice is destined to be abandoned by people. Do you think you are fighting street crime? What you are fighting is people's dissatisfaction and hatred for society. You are worried that those vicious criminals will have too much influence, Those high-status prisoners, you also worry that the impact will be too great. In the end, those laws only fall on those honest guys, and those crimes are their catharsis, their rant against injustice."

"If the crime is not severely punished, then what qualifications do you have to ask people to be kind? I will not cooperate with you, Bruce. Compared with defeating them, I would like to see the Justice League fall apart. I know they can do it Up to this point. It used to be that the righteous heroes defeated the evil villains, and soon, I can see the embarrassment of heroes being thrown into prison."

  The clown's mockery made Bruce completely lose his mind.

  What's wrong with justice?

  What's wrong with fighting those crimes?

  Why, why are these guys always like this? ?

   Like those stupid people who don't support righteous heroes?

  Damn Roboute, they want to rule the world, can't those idiots see it? ?

  The Justice League is defending the peace of this world.

  Defend people's happy life and defend people's freedom from being violated.

   Didn't Roboute just launch nuclear fusion energy?

   Didn't it promote the reform of medical care and education?

  Why are people nowadays so stupid, attracted by this small favor, and forget what the Justice League has paid?

  Wearing the battle armor, he exerted a little force and heard a click.

  He broke the neck of Arthur the Clown.

  A lightning figure appeared beside Bruce, it was Flash Barr.

  The scene that caught his eyes made the young Barr look astonished and a little scared.

  Bruce actually killed the Joker.

   "You shouldn't do this, we don't have the right to kill him." Barr stuttered a little.

  He walked to the side of the clown, who was already not breathing.

   The Joker is just a mortal.

  If the Justice League hadn't believed in the no-kill rule and would hand over criminals to the court for trial, the clown would have died long ago.

  Bruce shot in anger, how could the clown have a chance to survive.

"We have been wrong for a long time. The benevolence of women has made us at a disadvantage in the confrontation with Roboute." Bruce did not go to see the clown's body, and the death of his old enemy made him feel relieved. a big rock.

   At this moment, some of the shackles were released, making him feel relieved.

   "This is a war, Barr, a war that determines the future." Bruce said: "The clown refused to join us, leaving him will only increase the variables."

  Bar looked at Bruce, his heart was full of confusion, but Bruce still convinced him.

   The Justice League has been around for so long.

  Bruce's reputation is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

   The symbol of Batman is not only the pillar of Gotham City, but also the pillar of the Justice League.

   "Let's go, go back, we have to discuss the next step plan, we must not fail again, we want to defeat the Roboute Group, and rescue Clark." Bruce said: "We will win this war."

   Titus' team has been communicating with the empire without interruption.

   After capturing Superman, Titus and his party even sent a lot of data about Kryptonians to the Empire.

  The Mechanicists were very excited, and the technology of the different universe inspired them a lot.

  However, the Justice League's attack also made the Empire aware of the crisis.

   Not every universe and empire can easily gain a foothold.

  After research, in order to defend the pioneering achievements of the empire.

  Sanguinius, who had just arrived at the No. 1 outpost, inspired the people, and set off again, preparing to enter the new universe, trying to find a way to completely solve the Justice League and the indigenous government, and stabilize the empire's pioneering achievements.

  After this period of development, the cross-universe road has stabilized a lot. The only shortcoming is that there is still no way to deploy large warships and large-scale imperial troops.

   You can only send elite teams one by one to enter the target universe.

   Sanguinius entered the new universe without encountering any crisis.

  In the underground research institute that is still operating in Gotham City, the arrival of Sanguinius caused a burst of carnival among the imperial personnel.

  A Primarch personally sits in charge, which doubles their confidence.

   "Lord Sanguinius." Titus also ventured back from Star City to welcome Sanguinius himself.

  The top executives of Roboute Company have always been the focus of the Justice League's investigation.

  Once they find their way, they will definitely launch a series of sniper attacks and offensives.

   For this reason, the high-level officials left Gotham City, leaving only the underground research institute operating secretly to ensure communication with the empire.

  (end of this chapter)

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