Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

It's him again. It's that guy again.

Roca thought of something bad, and he suddenly felt that the task assigned to him by the principal this time could not be accomplished.

The parchment floated in front of Roca's eyes, and new words appeared on it.

"Infiltrate the team."

Infiltrate the team? But how to do it? Roca wanted to ask for details, and the illusion in front of him disappeared completely. The scenery of the warp was once again replaced by a heavy and boring tomb.

"Alas. How to do it." Roca was melancholy. He felt that he could not participate in Tzeentch's great plan at all, and could only move forward little by little with Tzeentch's preparations.

"You just need to sit on the chair, that's enough."

Tzeentch's words were constructed by the harmony of the environment. Roca heard Tzeentch's prompts from the fluttering of the wind, the turning of the pages, and the faint buzzing of the door in standby mode.

He sat back in his chair obediently and continued to deal with the paperwork. The next moment, a crack suddenly appeared in his room. Several dark elves put their hands on Roca's body. The paralysis poison corroded Roca's body in an instant and made him unable to move.

"Hurry up! We must be faster! For the Black Muse!" The dark elves took Roca and tried to get into the crack, but a series of explosive bombs interfered with the stability of the crack.

A wall was suddenly blown open. In the smoke and sparks, two teams of fighting nuns rushed out, and the nun court officer rushed in the front.

"Kill the aliens!" The fighting nuns shouted in unison. They listened to the orders of Saint Celes and secretly monitored Roca. Even though they didn't know what these aliens were up to, they attacked with an absolutely ruthless attitude.

Roca was a little nervous. He had never noticed that there was an eavesdropper in the wall. Fortunately, his behavior in the past few days was normal and low-key enough, otherwise it would not be impossible for him to be caught and skinned by these crazy women.

"Hold them! We have to leave quickly! For Black Muse!" The Dark Eldar warriors were divided into two teams. This was unimaginable in their culture full of selfishness and conspiracy. Except for the slaves who had been washed of their self-consciousness, no Dark Eldar was willing to die for others.

But these Dark Eldar warriors were obviously different. They shouted the name of Black Muse and fought with the battle sisters with single molecular blades in their hands.

A fear grenade was thrown into the field, and the fear that could almost condense into water vapor bit the room, affecting the movements of the nuns with bursts of screams and wails.

Among the sisters in the melee, only the court officer who served as the captain could fight back against the attack of the Dark Eldar warriors. But this counterattack was also full of powerlessness.

The eyepiece of the helmet was filled with ghostly illusions, the head was dizzy, the ears were buzzing, and the five senses were bleeding in the impact. This was the experience of all the battle sisters.

These dark Eldars were completely different from the opponents they had fought before. They had also encountered dark Eldar raiding groups when they were on missions, but those alien cowards would never rush over like this.

A warrior's single-blade blade was pressed against the court official's throat. As long as the warrior's hand exerted a little force, he could chop off her head.

"Stop!" A delicate shout came from outside the window. Celes suddenly passed through the window and inserted the holy sword in her hand into the warrior's head. The flames rose, and the warrior turned into a ball of cooling ash.

The person who came was Celes, and her image had changed greatly at this time. A golden armor replaced the coarse linen clothes she originally wore. The iron halo shone brightly behind her head. She held a long blade burning with golden flames in her hand. The scattered feathers from the wings behind her even had the magical effect of healing wounds.

"What do you want to do!"

The long sword pointed at the warriors, and the cracks that the Dark Eldar had stabilized were wrapped in rising flames. Not to mention running into it, even standing far away would feel the burning sensation of dry lips and cracked mouths.

The battle sisters shouted long live Celes. The horrible illusions that troubled them had disappeared, and there was only a strong desire to fight for the Emperor.

"Kill the aliens! Blood sacrifice to the Emperor!" The court official shouted, and this slogan made Celes's tense face more helpless, but this was not a good time for teaching.

Celes' figure was so fast that the Eldar's keen senses could not catch it. The warriors could only see a golden line coming towards them. As the line flashed by, their bodies also broke and burned.

The room was soon filled with ashes, and the cracks created by the Dark Eldar closed and disappeared. Celes looked at Roca, who was not injured, thinking about the unusualness of these Dark Eldars, and heard Roca warning him.

She suddenly turned back and raised her sword to block. The heavy blade slashed on Celes's long sword. The dark mist and the golden flame collided with each other in contact, but no one could gain the upper hand. Celes closed one hand, and golden lightning formed in her hand. With a flick of her wrist, the thunderbolt hit the attacker's chest. There was no possibility of missing at such a close distance, but the attacker's torso twisted like a swirling vortex, and the surface that should have been attacked turned into a twisted thin strip, and the lightning shot through the gap to the back. Celes was not shocked by the failure of the attack. She had seen so many demon enemies, and there were not a few demons with this characteristic. The wings behind her spread out, and the feathers were like sharp razors, shooting towards the attacker under Celes' control. The attacker evaded the feather sweep quickly, and the double swords also blocked Celes' heavy vertical slash. Before his body was knocked away, the attacker's body bent backwards and one foot slashed upward.

A wound burst out on Celes' breastplate. The nuns were worried about Celes's injuries and attacked the attacker.

"Wait!" Seles raised her hand to stop the frenzy of the Battle Sisters, but the attacker moved faster. He split the explosive bombs and shuttled among the Battle Sisters, using his sharp blade to create bloody explosions. Art.

How easily Celes had taken down the samurai, how he had taken out the other battle sisters with ease.

Fluttering her wings angrily, Seles stopped the attacker's slaughter. The two of them fought in the spacious room. The sound of the collision of blades resounded through the sky, shattering many highly artistic colored windows.

Roca stood in the corner of the room, still confused as he didn't understand the situation. He had no clue what to do about the sudden visit of the Dark Eldar, but without further instructions from Tzeentch he had no idea what to do.

Should I help Celes? Is this what the principal wants?

Should I help the Dark Eldar? But there is no foreshadowing?

Damn it. Roka suddenly felt tired of being a Tzeentch-type demon. If he were a Khorne-type demon, he wouldn't have to rack his brains to guess Tzeentch's complicated plan.

Rare footage of the Minotaur and the Shark suppressing the Weeper