death of hope

Chapter 1074 "Psionic Storm" (147) Eldar Civil War

(The soul of that dark elf female pirate... was as chaotic and black as an abyss...)

There is no light...no love, only cruelty, treachery, and evil within...

It's hard to imagine what kind of environment this person grew up in...
The Eldar girl Evelyn Darkmoon clearly perceived the evil soul within the dark Eldar mercenary.
No wonder the Dark Elves are known as the shame of the Eldar and the common enemy of many civilizations in the galaxy.

(That guy is dangerous... he'll hurt Dad...)
Eve struggled to get up and help her father, but failed repeatedly due to her weakness. She pounded the ground in self-pity, blaming herself for being unable to help.

"Don't worry, I can handle it." Drizzt turned around and smiled reassuringly at his daughter.

"Heh, you've been underestimated, haven't you? Fighting me... and you still dare to get distracted?" The Enchantress Pirate swung her sword fiercely, the blade cutting through the air with a terrifying whistling sound.

(Afterimage...)

Wow, so fast!
Drizzt was shocked; his opponent's speed left him no time to think. Fortunately, his honed martial arts skills had become muscle memory, allowing him to naturally assume the most appropriate blocking angle...

With a clang, two feather-shaped scimitars forged by the Dark Elf swordsmiths clashed and rubbed together violently, sparks flying from the point where the blades met.

"Wow, this guy's not bad, he actually managed to block my fast attack!" The Enchanting Pirate nodded approvingly: "Keep going, if you can survive for even half a minute, then you'll be truly skilled!"

Twisted Fate ignored the verbal harassment and focused on controlling his weapon and position.

The curved blade clattered and bounced away.

After failing to gain the upper hand with five consecutive quick attacks, the female pirate smiled wickedly and performed a series of backflips like acrobats to create distance, making it impossible to see how she attacked:

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Three hunting darts shot out towards three of Trist's vital points.

There was no way to block or dodge. Twisted Fate quickly swung his wide sleeves to create a spiral force, engulfing all three hidden weapons in the fabric and cleverly dissipating the force of their throw.

"Clang!" The hunting darts fell to the ground one after another, and only then could one see that the tips of the darts were glowing with a faint green light, indicating that they were coated with a deadly poison.

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"You wicked woman! You used hidden weapons in a sword duel! And they were poisoned! Don't you know the rules of duels among the Spirit Race?" Evelyn was both shocked and furious, and she was sweating for her father.

"Rules? Hahaha!"

The dark elf's smile was alluring yet tinged with a ruthless cruelty: "Little girl, I'm a pirate. Pirates don't abide by interstellar conventions when they plunder merchant ships, you know~"

Evelyn sensed the endless depravity and surging malice within the other's dark soul and trembled with fear.

"Die! You scum of the Spirit Race!" Trist roared and began to fight back, while his opponent countered with extremely skillful techniques.

After exchanging more than ten blows, the female pirate, unable to gain the upper hand in swordsmanship, having her tricks exposed, and having her hidden weapons all blocked by Trist, grew somewhat annoyed and uttered a sarcastic remark:
"Such amazing swordsmanship, it's a pity it's being wielded by an idiot."

You, a member of the Eldar royal family of the Ark, have stooped to joining a monkey (human) anti-government organization. What for? To protect your dilapidated 'base'? Or to realize your so-called 'utopian' daydream?!

“Our ideals… have long transcended base desires… a scoundrel like you will never understand!” Trist cast a contemptuous glance his way.

Dark Enchantress was enraged; the force transmitted from the hilt of the sword made her hand numb.
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"They pretend to be noble, like saints, but in reality, they're just a bunch of fools trying to shake a tree with a mayfly's might, attempting to fight against the entire capitalist world. Sooner or later, they'll be wiped out by the Federation and the corporations working together."

Drizzt remained expressionless: "Your words are as empty as your treacherous schemes."

The female pirate tried to lure Drizzt into the area of ​​landmines, but was seen through again, and laughed:
"Wow, you have a good eye! You saw through it all."
Well, I heard from Miss Dongshan that you betrayed the organization to save your daughter, selling information to the company. That's great, very much in line with the style of our Dark Enchantress Clan!
Those so-called comrades of yours, because of your betrayal, they all died horribly, didn't they?!

The female pirate prepared to use her trump card, hoping to provoke her opponent and expose a weakness.

"Stop pretending... I see through your schemes!"

Even so, Drizzt was still enraged. He couldn't get over that hurdle. The guilt of betraying Zh1 made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. He launched a fierce offensive, but inevitably exposed his weaknesses while hacking and slashing.

(Okay~ They've taken the bait!)

The female pirate was overjoyed; she had finally found her chance.

This dark spirit's trump card is the perfect combination of swordsmanship and psionic power:
"Die! Black Wind Soul-Severing Slash!"

Qidela Bloodblade moved like a phantom skimming the ground, its curved blade tracing unpredictable arcs.
Before the blade even arrived, the spiritual energy field surrounding it already pressed down, emitting a teeth-grinding "squeaking" sound.

The space around the scimitar was distorted and blurred, like a crumpled piece of old paper.
The blade's target was the ankle, while the psionic field's target was Twisted Fate's heart...