Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Shalasi. Demon disaster, no spirit race dares to say that they will not be afraid of this name.

For the Eldar, this is a cursed name.

This is especially true for the Dark Eldar who like to slaughter.

The Shalassians were created by Slaanesh to fight and defeat the other Chaos gods, especially the bloodthirsty ones of Khorne.

There are many legends circulating in the warp, one of which is the story of Shalasi defeating the bloodthirsty Skarbrand.

If it is true and credible, it also proves how strong Shalasi is, and can defeat Scarbrad, who was once loved by Khorne, by himself.

Skarbrad was expelled from the blood god domain for betraying Khorne, but his combat power has not been weakened in any way.

Countless worlds burned under his rage, and countless lives were slaughtered by him.

In the Warp, the name Scarbrand also represents destruction and fear.

No living being dares to desecrate this banished bloodthirsty.

When preventing the resurrection of the god of death and the plan of the god of death army, Shalasi also showed strong fighting power.

In the face of the joint attack of Evelan, the front, the incarnation of the god of death, the single horn and others, it seemed to be able to do a job with ease, and finally made the plan of the god of death army to resurrect the god of death go to waste.

The Reaper Army has always had a plan, that is to find all five Crone Swords to resurrect Reaper and defeat their race's nightmare-Slaanesh.

However, Shalasi stole the fifth Crescent Sword and placed it in Slaanesh's realm.

Let the death army become a joke.

Resurrecting the god of death has also become an endless loop that cannot be solved.

Victor's face became extremely ugly.

The usual domineering appearance has disappeared without a trace, only regret and fear.

The warriors of the cabal watched as a twisted and weird figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

There is a grace to the movement that no Dark Eldar have ever possessed.

Shalasi is about the same height as a Dark Eldar at the moment.

With the strong physique of a male Eldar and the handsome face of a female Eldar.

Its body is strong and slender with armor covering only key parts.

The naked pectoral muscles are well defined, and the skin is a light purple. Shining like a jewel.

As a creature and kin of Slaanesh, Shalasi is extremely beautiful.

His existence even distorted the original meaning of the word handsome.

Excessive pursuit of perfect harmony has deviated from the acceptable boundaries of galactic creatures.

Shalasi's head is also very narrow and long, with black hair standing up naturally, and a pair of curved pointed horns are worn on his head like a crown.

There is also a thick and scaly tail behind.

The tip of the tail is a sharp knife with a barb, extremely sharp, reflecting a dazzling cold light under the light.

A female Dark Eldar impaled by Shalashi's tail.

That slender and slender body hung on the opponent's tail.

That female Dark Eldar is Victor's right-hand man, the pearl of Comoros, the Witch Queen of the Battle Sect - Hespera.

Hespera has a beautiful appearance and a perfect figure, even human beings will be overwhelmed by her beauty.

The inhabitants of the Comoros love nothing more than to be in the arenas she controls, admiring her exquisite art of killing.

The sharp blade cut through the bodies of those guys, making them scream the most piercingly.

Such a scene can simply be described as pleasing to the eye.

Every performance by Hespera can satisfy the residents of Comoros to the fullest and let them go home happily.

But at this moment, the Pearl of Comoros was hanging on Shalasi's tail, making a painful moan.

A sharp knife pierced her tall chest.

The vicious warp energy tormented the Witch Queen's graceful body, making her in agony.

That handsome face no longer had the charm of the past, only despairing pain.

"Delicious soul, always so intoxicating. I don't know if your soul can be more delicious than hers."

Charasi showed a fascinated expression.

Hespera was also caught by the thick tail.

delivered to him.

Xia Laxi stretched out a finger, and lifted up the beautiful, perfect face of the Witch Queen.

At this moment, Hespera's face is full of distorted pain and fear from the bone marrow, and her eyes reveal the desire for death.

Shalasi has never been a generous demon, he likes to torture those prey bit by bit until the day the universe collapses.

Hespera will never be redeemed, nor will her suffering end.

Any kind of terrible punishment that the Dark Eldar can imagine.

Nothing can be compared with the ending of being taken away by Slaanesh.

That depraved, indulgent realm is a terrifying taboo that the Dark Eldar would never want to touch.

Victor looked at this scene, a trace of regret emerged in his heart.

When he learned that the seal of Comoros had been broken, he should have chosen to flee immediately.

Greed made him take risks.

The Comoros are his roots, everything to him.

Without the Comoros, who would know Victor? ?

He returned to the Comoros just to see if he could salvage something.

The staff of Asuryan in his hand may allow him to defeat the demon.

Victor saw the appearance of Shalasi, and he knew that he was still too naive.

Slaanesh longed for the souls of the Eldar, and had endured for countless ages.

How could it miss such a good opportunity.

Shalasi waved the long sword in his hand, showing a cruel smile.

He walked slowly towards Victor's group until his warm, fragrant scent touched the ghost-armored faces of the cabal warriors.

The foul-smelling scent permeated the breathing masks of the Cabal warriors, making them feel sick and vomit.

A cabal warrior couldn't bear to attack first.

Shalasi caused unimaginable psychological oppression to them.

Let them be like fish thrown on the shore, suffocating to breathe.

The fighting skills of the Dark Eldar are famous for being fast and ruthless.

They chase speed and like to use the most brutal methods against their enemies.

Sha Laxi showed madness and waved the long sword in his hand, but did not make any resistance.

One of his arms was directly chopped off by a cabal warrior.

A thick, deadly, sweet, poisonous mist spewed from the wound.

The pain made Shalasi's face turn an unusual deep red.

His whole body was trembling, as if something extremely pleasurable was washing over every nerve in him, making him almost crazy with excitement.

"It was beautiful pain, so exhilarating and joyous, I wanted more, wanted more."

Charasi let out a piercing laugh, and his eyes became wild.

The samurai of the conspiracy showed a terrified look.

Pleasure Demons are crazier than Dark Eldar.

Enjoying the pleasure of brutalizing yourself and abusing your enemies is like being addicted to drugs.

Under the horrified gaze of the cabal warriors, Shalasi attacked.

His swordsmanship is impeccable.

In one breath, all the limbs of the samurai of the plot group were cut off.

After finishing all this, he stretched out his snake-like tongue and licked the blood on the long sword.

His whole body was trembling with excitement from his tyranny, like a sick lunatic.

Shalasi's magic sword carries a vicious curse, and every attack will amplify the opponent's pain.

The more twisted the hearts of those guys, the more terrifying the pain.

The screams resounded throughout the entire Dark Eldar ship.

All the Dark Eldar who can become warriors of the Black Heart Conspiracy are masters of abuse.

They are good at inflicting pain on their enemies.

Shalasi's curse can turn these dark and twisted pasts into real damage, and reappear on them twice.

What followed was a brutal scene of brutality.

In front of Shalasi, no Dark Eldar could resist his blow.

The minions of Slaanesh have a special restraint on the Eldar.

There is no way to fully display their strength and combat skills.

Accompanied by the screams of the subspace, Victor and his party were knocked down one by one by Shalasi, using the most exquisite sword skills to inflict the greatest pain on them.

Shalasi didn't kill them outright, that didn't meet the needs of the demon of Slaanesh.

He longed for more pain, and for witnessing the pain of his enemies.

The final shriek was the Comoros High Overlord.

It resounded through the entire battleship and echoed in the scarlet sky of Comoros.

And Shalasi's manic laughter, mixed with Comoros' screams and explosions, echoed in the ears of the howling Dark Eldar.

The black sun hovers over the Comoros, witnessing the final end of the remnants of this ancient empire.

They had escaped the Great Fall of the Eldar.

But he was unwilling to heed the warning of the Ark Eldar, and immersed himself in depravity and indulgence as always.

Today is the moment when everything will end.

Shattered shrines, statues of ancient forgotten gods gaze upon the final finale of their people.

Blood was spilled on the sculpture like the last tears of the Eldar gods.

Those arenas of barbed spikes and vicious instruments of torture resounded with screams as always.

Unfortunately, this time it was no longer the voices of the slaves that echoed, but the former audience.

All prisoners have been released.

The human batch was picked up by their fellow humans.

Prisoners of other ethnicities were kept in the Comoros.

Surprisingly, there are also a group of Huoshi fighters among them.

Perhaps they were the last remnants of the Tau, who had been captured by the Dark Eldar before the planet was fully attacked by humans.

If they can escape successfully, they may be able to resume civilization construction in the ruins of the race.

Unfortunately, this time the Comoros are doomed to have no survivors.

The demons enjoyed this hard-won carnival.

Some demons even cheered Guilliman.

Thanks to his men for giving them such a feast.

The unholy creations of the Dark Prince invaded the Comoros like a flood.

Numerous torture instruments and wooden stakes painted with various strange patterns appeared throughout the city.

Those Eldar were hung on torture tools and stakes, like a grand massacre ceremony.

Comoros was drawn into Slaanesh's chaotic realm.

There are countless corpses hanging in the arena.

The sharp iron hooks pierced the bodies of those unlucky ones.

Let them writhe painfully on the hook.

Their souls were tortured to pieces, and only pain remained.

The demons would never let these guys die so easily.

Vicious witchcraft can imprison the soul of the opponent in the tormented body.

Let them sink forever in endless, unimaginable pain.

Pain turned into art, intertwined with the reverberating demon song.

Except for the arena and the upper area where the nobles are.

At the bottom of the Comoros, those brutal atrocities can be seen everywhere.

The demons have not spared any corner.

The lower floors of the Comoros also have many majestic buildings and minarets.

There is no real up and down in the webway.

The difference between the two is that one side faces the black star controlled by the slaves of the Dark Eldar, and the other side faces the nothingness of nothingness.

The ground floor continues to extend towards another dimension, forming an intricate complex of underground buildings.

The headquarters of the Haemonculi is located in the core area of ​​the ground floor.

Some Haemonculi serve the Cabal and Voodoo Cults.

Those Haemonculi hanging from high-rise towers are representative of them.

Those skilled haemonculi masters prefer to stay in their dissecting rooms rather than participate in the political games of the Dark Eldar.

These guys are all masters in reshaping flesh and blood, whether living or dead, they will become materials in their hands.

Horrible and bloody experiments are being carried out in their territory all the time.

The eyeballs of hapless prey and travelers are hollowed out and melted into the twisting, narrow corridors, serving as illuminated pedestals.

The Haemonculi are nobles who have fallen and indulged in the Eldar Empire. They are so old that they need to witness endless pain every day to nourish their dry souls.

Their vengeance is also extremely terrifying.

There have been several imperial worlds that suffered brutal massacres because they offended the Haemonculus.

The Haemonculi humiliated the Empire by flaying the skins of those nobles alive and placing them on statues of the Empire's heroes.

However, at this moment, they no longer have the arrogance of the past.

The twisted laughter of the demons echoed in the shadowed spire.

Tortured by fear, the blood pity who lived for an unknown number of years ran around, trying to escape that terrible fate.

"No!" Urian, the most prestigious Haemonculus, the president of the Flesh Prophet Association, and a fallen genius in the field of body modification and anatomy, let out a piercing scream.

This guy is also considered a legend among the many flesh and blood craftsmen.

From the humblest slave in the Dark City to the supreme overlord, everyone knows Urien's name.

To some, the Haemonculi is nothing more than a twisted monster from a horror story.

For others, they would rather the monster under the bed be a fact than Urian be a real being.

The past of the Haemonculus lord is too old to be traced.

He has been reborn many times.

Using the haemonculus regeneration method he released, he traveled through the realm of life and death again and again, enjoying death crimes at the pinnacle of pain again and again like tasting fine wine.

But this time, he didn't have any composure.

The key to resurrection is that the soul is not lost.

To die under the minions of Slaanesh, the consequence is that the soul is pulled into the opponent's domain.

Weird voices surrounded Urian, as if mocking his powerlessness.

Urian hid in his own dissecting room, but the shaking lights and moving shadows let him know that the physical level of defense could not stop the pace of these demons.

He opened the gathering coffin that he carried with him, and his works were placed inside.

Invisible ghosts created from painfully twisted flesh.

This is his most perfect masterpiece. On the battlefield, whenever he opens the coffin and sings the activation spell.

The invisible ghosts will flock to the enemy, tear off the flesh and blood of the opponent, and bring him the head.

This process is very quick.

Before the enemy could react, it was over.

Those weird voices were getting closer and closer, and Urian didn't care too much about it.

He activated the coffin's work, and severe pain rushed to his brain.

The weird jointed limbs and twisted figures kept falling to the ground like broken china clay.

In order to save his soul, he committed suicide.

In an abandoned port far away from Comoros, the coffin of rebirth hidden under the building activated the resurrection process.

This is a common trick used by the Haemonculi. Every modified organ in their body has a resurrection mechanism.

Urian struggled to crawl out of the squirming flesh sack, with a distorted smile on his face.

He will not spare humans.

Those bloody monkeys had ruined the Comoros and his lab.

He wanted to use an extremely cruel massacre to declare that Comoros had never been destroyed.

The human empire will pay an unimaginable price for their stupid actions.

A strange, cold wind blew past Urian's ears, as if a creature was blowing gently behind his back.

The Haemonculi Grandmaster, who was still fantasizing about how to take revenge on the human race, felt a chill creeping down his spine.

A howl of despair was heard by the xenos and wandering traders wandering the abandoned docks.

When they arrived at the secret place where the Haemonculus kept the Coffin of Resurrection, this sadistic guy had already been tortured to death by an extremely cruel method.

The pained and distorted expression on his face was like the last imprint of the soul being pulled out of the body.

The destruction of the Comoros was extremely tragic, and it cannot be recorded in words.

The screams of despair and pain lasted for many days.

By the time the empire re-entered the Comoros, there was no longer a single living creature inside.

Only the twisted monsters move inside those brutal, sickly spires.

Azrael issued an extermination order, completely destroying the entire Comoros.

Every Dark Eldar stronghold will be reduced to ruins whose past no one knows.

Guilliman's benevolence and his extraordinary rule are not only shown on those magnificent battleships, but also manifested in every small detail of the empire.

Facing those war-torn soldiers and warriors, Guilliman was not as heartless and cruel as the high lords of the past.

Some suitable planets were selected to serve as healing or retirement homes for these individuals.

Grim was rescued from the Dark Eldar arena.

He was once the Dreadnought of the Black Dragon's Chapter, an ancient warrior buried in a sarcophagus.

To be hung in an arena held by that disgusting Dark Eldar in Hespera, to be entertained by those guys.

He witnessed the imperial guards being thrown into the arena to fight, slaughtered by gladiators who were good at the dance of killing.

Witnessing the battle brothers fell in the fight with Tyrannos, Chaos Warriors, and Orcs became a bloody feast cheered by those Dark Eldar.

Witnessing those innocent mortals being thrown into killing traps one after another, exhausted, being played with in the applause.

For a time Grimm thought he would never be free again.

Fate made a joke with him.

The iron fist of the empire smashed the defense of the Comoros, and a new warrior descended from the sky, taking all the human slaves in the arena.

He watched as the xenos city, full of sin, screamed under the ravages of demons, and was destroyed by the artillery fire of the Empire.

He was then transported to a farming world.

"You are here to recuperate and restore your body. After that, you will be able to choose to retire and continue fighting." The dark angel who was in charge of escorting him and the other captives left after leaving such an explanation.

Grim lost his limbs in a battle, which resulted in him being buried in the Dreadnought's sarcophagus, where he continued to fight as a Dreadnought.

For his mobility, medical staff put him on a bipedal walker.

Use the nerve cable system to allow him to control the system.

The agricultural world in which he lives is extremely prosperous and prosperous.

Ninety percent of the land and sea areas of the entire planet have been opened up for agricultural production.

The orbit of the planet is very special, so that it is summer all year round, providing enough light for the growth of crops.

Every day, a large number of ships enter and leave the planet's space station.

Fertilizer and processed excrement from other planets are shipped in, and their agricultural products are taken away.

The resident population of the industrial planet is as high as hundreds of billions.

Coupled with the needs of industrial production.

The excrement of industrial planets generally has no way to deal with it by itself, and there are environmental requirements, so it can no longer be discharged at will like before.

These industrial planets are forced to process excrement and hand it over to agricultural planets to complete the cycle.

The empire is a huge circular system.

Expanding the natural circulation of a planet in the past to the level of the entire galaxy.

It is a mandatory requirement for the agricultural planet to recycle excrement to supplement the original land nutrients. The only way to ensure that the agricultural planet will not become a desert planet.

The plants supported by the land need trace elements. If the agricultural planet once produced agricultural products to other planets, but did not recycle the excrement to supplement the trace elements of the land, it would lead to the gradual desertification of the land.

Even if technology is used to make up for it, at most it will delay the collapse of the agricultural planet, and it may also lead to excessive hormones in agricultural products.

Grimm didn't know these things until he arrived at the nursing home.

This incident brought him no less shock than when he was brought back to those magnificent battleships.

Delivering agricultural products, recycling excrement, and establishing a natural circulation system must sound simple to those young people who have not experienced the dark days of the past, after all, they live in such an era.

But when Grimm was still active in the galaxy and had not fallen into the hands of the Dark Eldar, let alone such a system was established, it would be difficult to pass even a proposal.

In the past, the governors of each planet acted independently, only managing their own one-third of an acre of land, pure earth emperors.

Mount Taila is so high that the emperor is far away, and they can't control them at all.

It is simply impossible to establish such an economic cycle system that spans the entire galaxy.

The high lords of Terra did not have the motivation and demand to do such a thing.

After all, the forces of all parties are intricate, and to do such a thing, it is necessary to balance the interests of all parties.

For this reason, what the high lords did most was the work of paper craftsmen.

Repair here, repair there, it is impossible to do anything drastic.

It wasn't until the new emperor of the empire, the great Guilliman, woke up from his deep sleep that he carried out drastic reforms and completed various incredible projects.

The smaller the details, the more it can reflect the ability of a ruler.

Protection and subsidies to the agricultural world prevent people from depleting the agricultural world and pass draconian laws to prevent the industrial world from self-destruction.

These things seem less intuitive than the strengthening of the empire's warships and armies, but they have actually changed human life.

The skies of the industrial world are no longer filled with poisonous smog and acid rain.

The agricultural world will not be like those hive worlds in the past, which over-squeezed the land and collapsed, and eventually became a desert world. Human beings can only hide in the hives and eat fungus nutritious porridge, lingering, and become a breeding ground for chaos and aliens.

If the agricultural world cannot even build a hive city, it will quickly lose its vitality and become a forgotten world.

Every world is now reasonably developed.

Ensuring their sustainable development also tapped their maximum potential.

These are the places where Grimm marvels.

The decaying empire of the past is being transformed into what people dreamed of.

Grimm was in a nursing facility, undergoing surgery to restore his limbs.

The development of the empire's medical technology has made it possible to regenerate severed limbs, and the price is so low that even civilians can accept it.

Every day, his job is to walk on the balcony with a cane, trying to make his limbs more flexible as soon as possible.

As a veteran, Grimm had zero skills other than fighting.

From the time he was chosen into the Black Dragon Chapter at the age of fifteen, what he learned was how to kill the enemy quickly and effectively.

Adeptus Astartes is doomed not to live a peaceful life.

The location of the hospital is very good. Standing on the balcony, you can overlook a huge orchard and an aquaculture base near the sea.

Grimm was born in a cruel time, when many good tastes were discarded in order to survive.

Tyranids, aliens, traitors, countless enemies overwhelmed the empire.

Human beings search for everything they own, and constantly squeeze themselves, just to fight against those terrible enemies and study how to survive.

Now, the situation is quite different.

Under Guilliman's leadership, humanity has become the most powerful force in the galaxy.

People began to pursue many things other than survival.

The location of the hospital is very good, and those buildings fit the nature perfectly.

Grimm was standing by the balcony, the sea breeze was blowing on his face, carrying a fishy smell.

Children were playing on the beach, digging up the aquatic products washed up by the waves with small buckets.

Some couples held hands shyly and walked barefoot on the beach, letting the icy water wash over their ankles.

So beautiful, so peaceful.

No gunfire, no screaming.

Grimm thought he would never see such a scene again.

He put down the crutch in his hand, leaned on the railing, and watched those warm scenes.

Don't worry about the imminent death at any moment.

Let those warm pictures wash away my dark memory in Comoros.

At this moment, he felt that everything he had insisted on was meaningful.

Everyone will live like a human being, no longer a cold number, and will not be ruthlessly consumed like bullets.

"You look very emotional."

A gentle voice sounded, and Grimm turned around to see a middle-aged female doctor in a white coat.

His face was very warm and moist, and he looked non-aggressive.

Grim evaluated the gap between the two, even if his limbs could still be used flexibly, he could easily strangle the female doctor to death.

Grab the opponent's throat like grabbing a chick, and easily pinch it off.

"I was born for war." Grim suppressed his tyranny and said calmly.

"I know you, Astartes, war angels, you are His Majesty's sharpest sword, our guardians." The female doctor walked to Grimm's side, supported the railing with her hands, and looked into the distance.

The sea breeze blew her soft long hair and brushed her face like white jade.

"You shouldn't be so close to me. It's dangerous. Because our spirits have some trauma, too close a distance will make us start self-defense. In fact, according to the previous procedures, I should receive treatment from the chaplain of the war group instead of Stay in this nursing facility."

"Times have changed." The female doctor said with a smile: "The great majesty has changed everything and reshaped the galaxy and the human race. I can see the hesitation and resistance in your eyes. You have fought all your life in the name of the former emperor. But after being rescued, he learned that his son sat on the highest throne."

"From the day I was trained, I was taught to be loyal to the Emperor, fight for humanity, and never compromise." Grimm did not refute the female doctor's words, "Even if it falls into the hands of the Dark Eldar, Nor has I ever forgotten this mission. I have endured humiliation and the loss of my brother because I swore to fight for the Emperor to the last."

"When I was rescued, the Emperor had passed away, and the empire was handed over to the returning Primarch. Everything felt so strange to me. I wondered if I should die with the destruction of the Comoros. In that case , at least you don’t have to face the inner wavering.”

"I can understand you, not everyone can accept the changes of the times calmly." The female doctor clicked her hand in the air, and a light curtain appeared in front of them, "I am your psychotherapist , Grimm. I was ordered by the Ministry of Military Affairs to evaluate and treat your mental state to ensure that you can return to the battlefield."

"I don't need treatment." Grimm said: "My will is as indestructible as a rock. If you put me on the battlefield, I can pick up a weapon and kill the enemy. This is my mission and my duty."

"You are not a tool, Grimm. Even if you are an Astartes warrior, you are still a living person. Don't regard yourself as a tool. War is not everything to you." The female doctor said with a smile: " What the Empire needs is a healthy warrior, not a berserker who drives himself mad in oppressive silence."

"What if I refuse your treatment and evaluation?" Grimm asked.

"You will be forced to retire. The psychological construction of the army is an essential content. Soldiers lost in killing and silence are our enemies' favorite prey."

metropolis.

"Together, you and I will surely damage Roboute Company." Bruce found his old enemy, the clown.

The Joker is as much a symbol of Gotham as Batman.

No gangster would dare to provoke this guy with a funny face painted on his face.

Even Bruce has a headache about this enemy of his.

He has arrested the clown many times, but he will always be cleverly escaped by the other party.

Of course, there was cooperation between the two of them.

Every cooperation can be described as perfect.

"It's really surprising." The clown tilted his head and looked at the fully armed Batman, showing a crazy smile. He walked in front of the opponent with a weird posture, "After suppressing it for so long, you are finally willing to expose your true nature Yes, Bruce."

"I'm just for justice, to stop Roboute's vicious conspiracy." Bruce slapped the clown's hand that wanted to touch his face, and said in a deep voice: "I'm not the same person as you, never will be, Arthur. I will never become a lunatic like you, worshiping monsters of chaos."

"Then why did you come to me?" The clown grinned, showing his yellow, saliva-stained teeth, very sharp, like a vampire.

"You are eager to overthrow the Roboute Company, right? You are eager to overthrow the order that you don't like and have no place for you. Just like me, I hate the Gotham City you control, and I want to destroy everything Like that."

"You want to overthrow Roboute Corporation, uncover their hypocritical masks, and tell everyone in this world, look, the rule of Roboute Corporation is a conspiracy, a shameless conspiracy."

The clown spreads his arms like a mad orator whose only audience is his nemesis.

"Look inside your heart, Bruce, you're not a hero. You're just a mean brute like me, a shameless clown who craves chaos and waits for attention. When your Batmark is slapped on the sky above Gotham City, you Then you know your own nature, don't you? The feeling of being needed and sought after by others is so intoxicating."

"I didn't." Bruce said coldly, clenching his fists.

"No?" The clown said sarcastically, "Then why did you invite me to fight Roboute?? Invite a criminal, a murderous lunatic, to fight a company that may save all mankind."

"The Roboute Company will only lead the world into the abyss."

"Hahaha, this sentence is very similar to Lex's style, that is, the scientist who opposed Superman, the Justice League will only bring the world into the abyss. Look at those people outside, when they talk about Roboute Company , just as excited as when we first mentioned you."

"The Justice League and the Roboute Company are not the same concept at all." Bruce retorted: "The Roboute Company thinks about how to rule the world, while the Justice League wants to protect people from living and working in peace and happiness. "

"Isn't it the same nature to rule the world and protect people to live and work in peace and happiness? The Justice League has stipulated people's happiness and the definition of living and working in peace and contentment. You demand that there should be no street crime in the city, and that the operation of human society should be in accordance with your regulations. Doesn't that work like it does in the world?"

"What's wrong with fighting crime? Those people can solve their own problems through normal means. Why do they use such extreme methods?" Bruce said.

"When the people of France rioted, the king thought the same way. Why are these common people unwilling to solve the problem according to the law? Why do they use such extreme methods? Crime is never the cause of social unrest, it is the social system Feedback that went wrong. What I hate about you superheroes is that you think you are right and everything you do makes no sense."

Bruce grabbed Arthur by the throat, "I don't need your preaching, clown. Don't try to mislead me, I know you were expelled from Gotham because of that Roboute company. They want Catch you, take your lobe, make you a poor puppet, don't you want revenge."

"Why revenge?" Even though he was strangled, the smile on the clown's face was still on his face, "What I deserve is the iron law of human society. Roboute knows this very well, and they will not let me go , because only my death can tell the people of this world this ancient rule, no one can be an exception. That way, they can gain people's trust."

"Superheroes have violated this rule, and your justice is destined to be abandoned by people. Do you think you are fighting street crime? What you are fighting is people's dissatisfaction and hatred for society. You are worried that those vicious criminals will have too much influence, Those high-status prisoners, you also worry that the impact will be too great. In the end, those laws only fall on those honest guys, and those crimes are their catharsis, their rant against injustice."

"If the crime is not severely punished, then what qualifications do you have to ask people to be kind? I will not cooperate with you, Bruce. Compared with defeating them, I would like to see the Justice League fall apart. I know they can do it Up to this point. It used to be that the righteous heroes defeated the evil villains, and soon, I can see the embarrassment of heroes being thrown into prison."

The clown's mockery made Bruce completely lose his mind.

What's wrong with justice?

What's wrong with fighting those crimes?

Why, why are these guys always like this? ?

Like those stupid people who don't support righteous heroes?

Damn Roboute, they want to rule the world, can't those idiots see it? ?

The Justice League is defending the peace of this world.

Defend people's happy life and defend people's freedom from being violated.

Didn't Roboute just launch nuclear fusion energy?

Didn't it promote the reform of medical care and education? !

Why are people nowadays so stupid, attracted by this small favor, and forget the contribution of the Justice League?

Wearing a battle armor, he exerted a little force and heard a click.

He snapped Arthur the Clown's neck.

A lightning figure appeared beside Bruce, it was Flash Barr.

The scene that caught his eyes made the young Barr look astonished and a little scared.

Bruce actually killed the Joker.

"You shouldn't do this, we don't have the right to kill him." Barr stuttered a little.

He walked to the side of the clown, who was already breathless.

A clown is just a mortal.

If it weren't for the Justice League's adherence to the no-kill rule and the criminals being handed over to the court for trial, the clown would have died long ago.

Bruce shot angrily, how could the clown have a chance to survive.

"We have been wrong for a long time. The benevolence of women has made us at a disadvantage in the confrontation with Roboute." Bruce did not go to see the clown's body, and the death of his old enemy made him feel relieved. a big rock.

At this moment, some of the shackles were released, making him feel relieved.

"This is a war, Barr, a war that determines the future." Bruce said: "The clown refused to join us, and keeping him will only increase the variables."

Barr looked at Bruce, his heart was full of confusion, but Bruce still convinced him.

Justice League has been around for so long.

Bruce's reputation is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The symbol of Batman is not only a pillar of Gotham City, but also a pillar of the Justice League.

"Let's go, go back. We have to discuss the next step. We must not fail again. We must defeat the Roboute Group and rescue Clark." Bruce said: "We will win this war."

Titus' team has been communicating with the Empire without interruption.

After capturing Superman, Titus and his party sent a lot of data about the Kryptonians to the Empire.

Let the Mechanicists be very excited, and the technology of the other universe has inspired them a lot.

However, the Justice League's attack also made the empire aware of the crisis.

Not every universe and empire can easily gain a foothold.

After research, in order to defend the pioneering achievements of the empire.

Sanguinius, who had just arrived at the No. 1 outpost, inspired the people, and then set off again, preparing to enter the new universe, trying to find a way to completely solve the Justice League and the indigenous government, and stabilize the empire's pioneering achievements.

After this period of development, the inter-universe road has stabilized a lot. The only shortcoming is that there is still no way to deploy large warships and large-scale imperial troops.

You can only send elite teams one by one to enter the target universe.

Sanguinius entered the new universe without encountering any crisis.

In Gotham City's still functioning underground research institute, the arrival of Sanguinius caused a burst of carnival among the Imperial personnel.

A Primarch personally sits in the town, which doubles their confidence.

"Lord Sanguinius." Titus also ventured back from Star City to welcome Sanguinius himself.

The top executives of Roboute have always been the focus of the Justice League's pursuit.

Once they find their traces, they will definitely launch a series of sniper killings and offensives.

For this reason, the high-level officials left Gotham City, leaving only the underground research institute operating secretly to ensure communication with the empire.