Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Chapter 69 Your weapon is poking me.

If she possessed a face that could stun the entire audience, as exquisite as a meticulously sculpted work of art, her score would definitely be above 9,000. Logically speaking, with her looks, it could easily be even higher.

However, her overly deliberate and extremely glamorous aura made her less natural, ultimately limiting her score to above 90.

These straightforward yet gentle words stirred the Sichuan Opera master's heart, making him feel light and airy.

In the live stream, some viewers who were unaware of the facts were instantly in an uproar upon seeing this scene.

"Holy crap, there are such beautiful girls in this game?"

"Her looks are even more striking than those of Anna and Anne."

"Anna and Anne are getting prettier and prettier. They were just thin and malnourished before."

"This Ruonv is clearly dressed up carefully; she's obviously a stunning beauty from an extraordinary family background! She's also the vice-captain of an assassination squad, so her family must be quite wealthy and powerful."

Just then, Ruonv smiled gently and said to her subordinates around her, "Brothers and sisters, take off your masks."

The small team led by the woman wore masks and black robes.

As soon as the words were spoken, the members of the assassination squad removed their masks.

Then, they took off their large black cloaks, revealing tight purple bodysuits that perfectly accentuated their figures.

Beneath the masks are faces that generally score 70, 80, or even close to 80, second only to Ruonv.

They were all slender and graceful, with a cool and refined beauty, but not as exaggerated and eye-catching as Ruo Nu.

"We'll perform our proudest dance for Brother Chuan."

A group of beautiful women danced slowly around the Sichuan Opera master, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene, which also allowed the master's small head to gradually take control of his large head.

The viewers in the live stream were almost driven mad with jealousy.

"Holy crap, why?! A star-studded production team, why?!"

"While everyone else was struggling, eating dirt, and desperately fighting, Bruce trusted others too easily and even ruined his own brother's life."

"Why would a Sichuan opera master open a harem here?"

Just as the Sichuan Opera master was completely immersed in the gentle embrace of love, Drooling, Tuanquan, and Demon King finally rushed over, panting heavily.

The first person in the troupe couldn't help but shout, "Stop! Sichuan Opera master, stop now!"

The Sichuan Opera master impatiently raised his hand, his eyes glazed over, full of enjoyment: "Don't stop, keep playing the music, keep dancing."

He spitting as he scolded, "Sichuan Opera Master! There's something wrong with the assassination squad! Her brother is a heretic, they're not normal people at all! They might be heretics too!"

has a problem?

The Sichuan Opera master sneered inwardly.

Can't he sense whether there's a problem or not?

He was enveloped in tenderness and beauty, feeling that this was the happiest moment of his life.

"I think you're just jealous," the Sichuan opera master coldly glanced at the drooling group, "jealous that I met such a good person."

His eyes were glued to Ruonv, drooling. All he wanted now was to eliminate all heretics: "It's true!"

He's Bruce! His brother is actually his sister! He's not a normal person at all!

"Can't I sense whether something is normal or not?"

A wicked laugh rang out, mingled with a gentle aura.

The Sichuan Opera master slowly closed his eyes, lost in the moment: "I would rather die in her warm embrace, just like that, feeling her gentle, ladylike tenderness."

Surrounded by a group of beautiful assassination squad members, he felt it was superfluous to even move a finger.

This is the ultimate, perfect enjoyment.

"She's a heretic! Sichuan Opera master, hand her over, and I'll take care of her for you!"

Upon hearing the word "heresy," the Sichuan Opera master suddenly came to his senses, and a look of sudden realization appeared on his face.

I see----

"Drooling, you've finally shown your true colors."

"Your goal is to make me give up on Miss Ruonv, isn't it?"

He drooled and fell silent.

Then he slowly uttered two words.

"Idiot!"

The Sichuan opera master's eyes were firm, his tone resolute: "This game doesn't even allow players to freely choose their faction? Even if it's heresy, I'm willing—to sink into chaos with Miss Ruonv!"

"Is he controlling the big head with the small head?" The group was speechless.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Sichuan Opera master suddenly stiffened, his intoxicated expression freezing instantly, replaced by a hint of doubt.

He subconsciously looked down and asked somewhat blankly, "By the way—Miss Ruo, why do I feel like something is poking me?"

The gentleness on the woman's face vanished instantly, replaced by a strange and cold smile.

She spoke softly, her voice no longer gentle, but instead carrying a chilling edge: "It's you I'm hurting."

"Because those things—were originally mine."

The Sichuan Opera master was completely stunned, his mind went blank.

He stood there blankly, completely unable to understand the meaning of those words.

"Miss, what are you saying?"

The woman didn't explain, but instead curled her lips into an extremely eerie smile, saying, "Didn't you want to be with me?"

"She's a cultist! She's already mutated! Her brother—damn, she's a monster!"

Its eerie, feminine voice echoed in the Sichuan opera master's ears: "So what? Don't you like men?"

These words struck the Sichuan Opera master like a thunderclap.

The last trace of color drained from his face, and his complexion instantly turned ashen.

The next moment, a maniacal and desolate laugh suddenly erupted.

"Hahahahahaha"

The Sichuan Opera master's heart-wrenching, desperate, and terrified screams echoed wildly in the deep, cold tunnel, lingering for a long time and sending chills down one's spine.

The three players stared at the scene before them, their faces filled with extreme terror.

"No—oh no! My eyes are going to go blind!"

Uh oh oh—

Wow, pfft—

A series of violent vomiting sounds rang out.

The Demon King, leaning against the wall, said, "Damn it, my eyes."

"Help me! Help me! I was wrong—no! No!"

"How the hell am I supposed to save you? Why the hell did you take off your armor? There's absolutely no room for error!"

"Commander! Help! Help! No, I need to log off!"

"Even if you log off the game, you're still dead!"

So what if I'm dead!

"Now that you have this thing in your hands, things might get even worse next time."