With another heavy collision, the dagger and the wizard sword bounced off each other.
Veronica took a step forward and smashed out the root of the sword hilt, missing the target by just a hair. Then she had to defend, barely avoiding the blade of the dagger, and then took a step back to open up space and make full use of her spirit. The mobility that can be given.
"You're not thirsty."
Suddenly, words fell out of Veronica's lips almost uncontrollably.
Hunger and Thirst are the various mutations and self-destructions displayed by the Ark Eldar on the Comoros. Their genetically modified bodies were destroyed and distorted, and they had to use the pain of other creatures to make up for their own shortcomings. They fell into a trap. The hell of self-destruction.
The Great Prophet once told Veronica that if one enters such an evil path, even death will be difficult to escape.
During the battle, Veronica discovered through her spiritual power that Everene's body was purer than all the Dark Eldar present, and her soul was also very pure, unlike other Dark Eldar who had consumed too much. A painful and mottled dirty mark on the soul.
To put it simply, she did not take the path of sucking the pain out of other creatures.
The only thing is that her soul seems to be shrouded in a shadow, separating her thoughts from Veronica's prying eyes.
It was an extremely unfamiliar power that made Veronica feel a little nervous.
Efrenie smiled, in a cruel voice, at Veronica's words.
"You mean I'm still like the natives of Comoros? Of course, not yet, but sooner or later I will be."
Veronica continued to retreat, letting her enemies press forward step by step. She observed the fighting situation of the surrounding recruits out of the corner of her eyes, and directed her heart to guide the Heart of Avalon to treat them.
"I will never understand your depravity."
A snort of disdain came from under Efreni's lips, and the shadows of swords and swords blurred like a piece of gauze around her armored body.
Then the swords struck each other again, making a clanging sound.
"What can you understand? As a flower in a greenhouse, you have never really understood the suffering of reality. You were given talents but you were too naive. You only saw their cruelty and did not see their suffering. Comoros is Ada, Ada is Comoros, you run away, avert your eyes, and dare not face this - our race has always been like this."
The weapons swirled around each other, weaving, thrusting, and beating.
"However, for me, the shackles no longer exist."
At this moment, Veronica heard a dull cry of pain, which forced her to glance distractedly. Another recruit fell down, with two sharp blades stuck in his chest.
Just when she was distracted to lead to the Heart of Avalon, Ephrene took the opportunity to get close to her. The dent on the scimitar blocked Veronica's witch sword, forcing the opponent to block it with her arms. The folding fan pointed directly at her throat.
The moment Veronica held the bottom of the folding fan, the fan suddenly opened, only a palm width away from Veronica's face, and the sharp spikes on the fan bones flashed with vicious light.
"Don't struggle, I don't want to mess up your face."
Efreni said in a cruel but sincere tone:
"Give up resistance and come with me. I will guarantee your safety."
At this time, both of Veronica's arms were locked. She pulled hard twice and found that they were not moving at all. She immediately realized the absolute gap in strength between the two.
But that doesn't mean she's going to give up.
"What a beautiful thought!"
Veronica suddenly let go of her hand, and the wizard sword fell towards the ground.
The moment the sword tip touched the ground, the blade shattered, and then a waterfall of shining fragments formed throughout the space.
The next moment, under Efrenie's surprised gaze, the air suddenly burst out between her and Veronica, and the huge force pushed her into the air, spinning the surrounding corpses with it.
The moment she landed, Efreni steadied herself and dug her boots deeply into the churning ground.
When she raised her head again, Veronica was already floating half a meter above the ground. Her slightly raised hands screamed as the light distorted, as if she was half immersed in another world.
Efreni realized that ordinary methods could no longer defeat the opponent, and she also underestimated this war witch, or the daughter of Isa——
Thinking of the possibility of failure, the ruling succubus couldn't help but feel angry.
She has made arrangements for so long and put in so much effort. If nothing comes of it, not only will her reputation be tarnished, but she will also let down the supporters behind her.
She had failed in the past and would never do it again now.
Some kind of terrifying power began to take shape in her body, swelling in her chest, causing her breathing to take on a violent rhythm.
And under Veronica's gaze, Everene's braids suddenly spread out and turned an unknown white.
"It's time to end this."
Ephrene whispered, taking her first breath.
But Veronica was already moving, her movements untraceable, as if they had been conceived before the other person spoke, prepared outside of time, and then brought into the present, faster than thought.
Her gleaming hands reach forward, swirling in visual distractions that pull light and form away from reality.
And Efrenie screamed and disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, her dagger hit the barrier in front of Veronica hard, and then there was a violent explosion.
Veronica was thrown high into the air and then fell back to the ground while still standing, thirty meters away from where she was standing before.
Then, she weakly raised her head, looking for the target. The supernatural explosion almost flattened the area a hundred meters around the two of them, and the aftermath of the explosion had not dissipated, radiating out from around her body like a heartbeat.
Suddenly, Veronica felt her eyes blur. The white-haired Efrenie had appeared in front of her. Before she could raise her hand, the folding fan hit her hard on the back of the head.
"withdraw!"
Carrying the limp Veronica on her shoulders and picking up the Heart of Avalon that fell to the ground, Efrenie, whose hair began to regain its color, yelled and took the lead in running away.
Then the wizard spirits immediately broke away from the battle and began to flee for their lives.
"Bastard! Put down Ms. Veronica!!! Stop her!!!! Stop her quickly!!"
After kicking Valosian away who was covered in blood, Armin ignored the blood gushing from his neck, let alone chasing him. Instead, he shouted orders to the soldiers.
So immediately several soldiers aimed their guns at the running Everene.
"Hold your fire! You stupid pigs! Get her!"
Armin also got angry and started spewing curse words. The recruits immediately put down their guns and chased after him.
But how could they catch up with a Dark Eldar who was running for his life at full speed?
But there is one exception——
