Chapter 174 The Story of the Little Gangster

Irafren, an authentic old resident of Gomor, okay. Although compared to those real children who were born through pregnancy, this guy born from a cloned womb is still worse.

After all, in a hellhole like Gomor, it is not easy for your powerful mother to carry you for more than ten years and ensure that both mother and child are not dead. Aristocratic families with children are also a proof of strength.

Irafren, a fast-growing person who came out of a test tube, is like all other people of the same kind. He has a shorter lifespan than the black bean sprouts born normally, and his desire to suck souls is greater. But the emptiness of the soul wounds of these dark elves can only be healed by pain and torture. There is really no comparison between who is better and worse.

Is it more noble that you tortured 1,000 slaves to death today than I tortured 10,000 slaves to death? Obviously not, we are all despicable people, so don't pretend.

During Irafren's growth, betrayal and sneak attacks permeated everything in her short life of more than a hundred years. At least by the current standards of the Eldar, she was still very young, even underage.

This girl also caused a lot of trouble and enemies, but she always relied on her superb driving of the Raider motorcycle and her accurate intuition of danger to save her life.

Then she took revenge in the dark and windy night, tied all the enemies to her precious motorcycle, and left a layer of sticky red paint on the bloody floor of Gemo during the drag, and left a layer of green corrosive human figure on her motorcycle when passing through the poisonous nest.

And now, she felt that her thirsty and empty soul wound was filled by a small figure, the ordinary monkey slave.

Dodging several explosive lasers, Irafren hung her motorcycle upside down above Lin Fan's head, and kissed Lin Fan's cheek with her black lips at the moment of rapid brushing.

"Hmm~ This smell is really intoxicating." Irafren licked his lips with his tongue intoxicatedly, enjoying everything he had just felt. It was obviously just very plain, the inferior skin of human monkeys that was not fully evolved, a little rough and with a little sweat hair, but it made the young Irafren feel satisfied and happy.

There was a hint of sacred feeling between her lips and teeth that she had never felt in Gomor. Even the best hallucinogens didn't have such a taste.

"Hey! The one who didn't speak, can you transfer your slave?"

Khan was a little angry. He had no intention of communicating with this dark Eldar who had the same outstanding driving skills. Do you still expect a Primarch and a xenomorph to sympathize with each other? Or the most notorious dark Eldar among the Eldar, who are known for being two-faced?

If Khan's attention was not now on the crystal-like spikes in the Gomor building complex, he would have taken out his gun and killed this annoying estrus fly that was swaying around them.

"You little bastard! If you were thinking with your lower body, I would really leave you behind!"

"I'm shooting! Her movements are too erratic, and she always brushes against the edge of the explosive ray. I'm powerless!"

Lin Fan touched the gun with one hand and the black lip print on his cheek with the other. It was a little stinging, probably because the lipstick was poisoned, but it was okay for Lin Fan, it was quite exciting.

Wait! Lin Fan, Lin Fan! You are a human! A Star Army! Those are Dark Eldar! Don't be fooled!

While Lin Fan was having a fierce ideological struggle here, Khan finally rushed out of the dark spikes, and their vision suddenly widened.

In the middle, there was a red line made of living skinned people, guiding all those who wanted to participate in the baseline competition to the real track. Those strange-shaped aircraft that sprang out from the surrounding buildings and various shadows reflected the unique aesthetics of their owners.

Don't say that this Gemo is really free. It's hard to see so many species in any territory in the universe.

There are orcs driving meteorite spaceships, and Eldar pirates whose ships are beautiful and streamlined but without bloody razors, and Telos people driving colorful and brilliant nightclub lights. Of course, the most dangerous vehicles of the Dark Eldar dominate the track.

These high-speed dangerous drivers roll and fight in the air, relying on the artillery on the vehicle, or directly sticking their heads out to shoot, destroying all the opponents in front of them, letting the remains of their vehicles and bodies fall into the bloody track, becoming a joke in the mouth of the announcer.

"Now! The most dazzling stars on the entire track are from the Conquer Visceral Block - the Massacre Bride Group, the Aymara Squad! These beautiful black widows are not good people! They can easily make you run out of ammunition and food in bed and completely drain you! They have slaughtered 156 unlucky guys!"

"And those green-skinned stupid beasts! They also stupidly joined the bottom line competition, but these inferior meat animals that were used as nutrients and potted plants shined in the bottom line competition! Their meteorite spacecraft is the largest vehicle on the entire field! Its members are also countless!"

"Oh? Hades? Do you think the orcs broke the rules? Don't listen to Hades, there are no rules in the bottom line competition!"

"And our cowardly fellows! Those cowards who live a boring life on the Ark. Although these pirates who come out to travel are still decent, their ships are too boring! Too boring!"

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Charad's infectious and sarcastic broadcast resounded throughout the entire track. From time to time, huge cheers came, and there were also the kill numbers on the dynamic bloody list. The dense list made it impossible to tell how many people participated in this competition.

Maybe the entire population of Gomor was counted.

"Oh~ dear, you want to participate in this boring competition~ Take me with you, I can fight too." Irafren came over happily, lying lazily on the motorcycle, staring at Lin Fan and Khan with his charming eyes.

Finally, the Khan, who could no longer bear it, pulled out the poison crystal pistol from his waist. It seemed that the instrument not only helped to change the Khan's appearance, but also changed the Khan's equipment. But how to calculate the effectiveness of the weapon? According to the bomb? Or according to the poison crystal? Lin Fan was very curious.

A burst of fire sounded, and Lin Fan clearly saw a shadow flashing on the poison crystal pistol. The shot was not the broken crystal after cutting, but an ancient bomb driven by a rocket engine.

But the fact that Lin Fan had difficulty hitting Irafren did not mean that the angry Khan could easily hit him. The lazy body twisted a difficult move that no yoga master could do.

He narrowly avoided the disguised bomb, but only scratched a shallow cut on his waist. This slight pain seemed to make Irafren feel happy, and an unhealthy blush appeared on his face.

"Then I'll take it as your approval~ Our team is called - the Kiss Team~ Those who can't catch up with me are slaves~"

"What? Slave?"

The Khan looked at Irafren who was riding away furiously. His racing spirit as an old racer was severely despised. He swore to the grasslands of Chogoris that he must catch up with this bastard Eldar, and then tear off all her limbs and make them pendants on his motorcycle for life.

Irafren's appearance, the complete picture is posted in the discussion setting (this is not drawn by me)