death of hope

Chapter 1076 "Psionic Storm" (149) Stimulants
Seeing Kidella Bloodblade smashed into a pile of minced meat by concrete blocks, such a horrific scene...

Her companion, another male dark elf mercenary, showed not the slightest sadness or anger; instead, he slapped his thigh and burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! That bitch is finally dead~"
Good riddance! Good riddance~ Now all her treasure chests and wallets belong to me~

"Scoundrel! A disgrace to the Eldar!" Trist cursed, glaring contemptuously at the mercenary. He recognized him as Jarrasor Claw, whose name was on the pirate wanted poster.

This person's martial arts and spiritual power are slightly inferior to that of Qidela Bloodblade. He is known to the world for his viciousness and cunning. The corporate warriors who are also employed by the company keep their distance from him as if he were a plague.

The reason they are despised and looked down upon by other races is that the Dark Elves have always had a shallow moral compass, and their leaders highly value murder and trickery, believing that they can please the dark gods in other dimensions and gain dark power.

The Dark Elves are an ancient matriarchal society filled with betrayal and brutality. Although they have seemingly fair selection systems such as competitions and exams, top students often die in their sleep on the eve of graduation. The cause of death is not disease, but a poisoned dagger that pierces their heart.

In such an environment, even those with inherently good natures would find it difficult not to become twisted. It's almost like raising venomous insects, cultivating a large number of cruel, insidious, and vicious dark reserve forces every year, and sending them to various conspiracy groups or pirate crews to wreak havoc on other races. It's quite a professional job.

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Meanwhile, in another open area of ​​the ruins, Leon Vilnius was engaged in a fierce battle with Higashiyama Ruriko.
Completely different from the agile and elegant Eldar martial arts style, Terran martial arts emphasize power, focusing on large, sweeping movements that create a whooshing sound. They use layered armor to compensate for a lack of speed and skill, and their weapons are much heavier than the light Eldar scimitars.

Ruriko Higashiyama wielded a Japanese samurai sword with a thickened spine, employing the techniques of the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu school.
Leon Vilnius wielded a heavier military tactical greatsword, employing the battlefield martial arts of the Vilnius family's knightly nobility.

The two men's well-trained and powerful bodies, enhanced by their power armor, made the clash of weapons extremely violent, and the sound of metal clashing was incredibly powerful.

Under the stimulation of the potent stimulant, Higashiyama Ruriko's beautiful face became bulging with veins and looked ferocious and terrifying. The side effect of the drug would reduce her intelligence. Because of the bloody battle with the monster's main body, she had already lost her mind and put her own courage and ruthlessness before the mission. Otherwise, given her usual behavior when she was sober, she would have already ordered the battlefield to be cleared.

Higashiyama Ruriko spun around and swung her sword, not to block Li Ang's attack, but to unleash the purest and most violent slash.

Twisted Fate nodded, acknowledging the intensity of the duel as a grandmaster. The seemingly rough swordsmanship was actually based on the principle of simplicity, and the best defense is offense. Only by suppressing the opponent can one be safe.

Li Ang had previously obtained the same stimulant from the corpses of corporate warriors, and disregarding the side effects, he took it anyway. Now, he had transformed into a berserker, launching a relentless attack. "Clang!!"

High-performance modern steel withstood the force, the samurai sword and the tactical greatsword locked together, each martial art having its own methods for dealing with close-quarters combat.

Higashiyama Ruriko used the "Sword Jaw Press" technique from the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu school, gripping the hilt with one hand and pressing the back of the blade with the other to resist the downward pressure of the greatsword.
Li Ang, with his height advantage, used the "Thunderbolt from the Blue Sky" move from the Vilnius Knights' swordsmanship, switching from a one-handed sword to a two-handed grip, and continuously exerting force to compress his opponent's living space.

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The two remained locked in a stalemate, neither gaining the upper hand. The company's armed forces did not fire. These were not ordinary corporate soldiers; they were all loyal guards of the head of the family. Due to their traditional education, they possessed a strong martial arts style and tacitly refrained from interfering with the boss's duel.

Dr. Lane was getting anxious, worried that things might get complicated if he delayed, so he ordered the guns to fire. But no one listened to him, which made him furious. He cursed, "A bunch of idiots! What era are we living in? Spaceships are already in the air! And you're still playing these old samurai games!"

"You don't understand. You're not of Japanese descent, nor are you a martial artist. Just watch and that's it," a squad leader of the corporate warriors said coldly.

Seeing that no one was supporting him, Ryan turned to the Dark Enchantress mercenaries and ordered, "What are you guys doing, spending so much money on us! Give us a hand!"

"No, I'm just a hired hand, paid to do a job." The mercenary shook his head. "I can't afford to offend the samurai."

"If you offend them, it's on me!" Ryan held up three fingers: "I'll give you three times the commission! Don't tell me you care about those damn rules!"

"Rules? Haha..."

Jarrasso Claws sneered as he drew his sword: "Are you kidding me? I'm a Dark Enchantress!"
As long as the price is right, I'll stab even my own father's kidneys!