Chapter 228 All Is Messed Up

(Is the end of the previous chapter the ending? How could it be? That was just a rough description of the example)

With the strong return of Ivrene's psychic resurrection, the most inviolable ban of Gomo has become a piece of waste paper to mock Victor.

Victor was furious and turned away, and the Black Heart Conspiracy Group that had followed him for many years decided to get back at their master.

The huge force of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group set off and attacked Ivrene on the corner platform, but Lin Fan and Visage would not let these Victor's men get what they wanted.

The cruise ships in the sky were fighting each other, and the witch spirits leaped in the air with sharp blades and spears, killing the conspiracy soldiers who controlled heavy weapons on the cruise ships.

"You go find Ivrene, and I'll go find my friends." Lin Fan didn't give Visage more time and jumped down.

He left a broken hole on the ground and walked towards the Khan.

"What a weirdo." Visage's nightmare mask showed no expression. He shook his head and urged other cruise ships to drop from the sky to pick up Iverene.

Lin Fan ran to the distance of Khan in two or three steps, "Hey! Stop fighting, we should go, Irafren, you too, stop standing there and watching."

"Wait, this guy is a little hard to deal with now."

Khan had some scratches on his body, which were left by Drazar. He could clearly see that the speed of the double-bladed nightmare in front of him was getting faster and faster.

Clive's half-blade in Drazar's hand kept attacking Khan. The attack that was completely blocked by Khan before began to break through and cut Khan's skin.

"Don't waste time like this, you won't be able to catch the last train later." Lin Fan rushed to the place where Khan and Drazar were fighting, and forced himself between the two.

Khan stopped helplessly, but Drazar would not hold back because of a fool wearing a painful torture device.

The ruthless blade still chopped into Lin Fan's neck and waist, but the imagined scene of being cut into three pieces did not appear, but the half blade in Drazar's hand became lighter.

"Hmm?"

This ruthless man who never liked to talk finally revealed other emotions besides a disdainful snort. He looked at the two blades on Lin Fan's armor and the half blade of Clive with only the handle left in his hand and fell into deep thought.

"You don't even have the strength to cut people, and you still say you are the master of the blade. Don't make me laugh."

After mocking the dazed Drazar, Lin Fan quickly ran away with Khan and Irafren.

At this time, Visage and the others had already picked up Iverene, and relied on her newly acquired power of death to resist the attacks of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group.

"Hey! Take us too!"

Visage looked at Lin Fan and his group waving at them below, and didn't really want to take these strange and dangerous guys. But Iverene spoke up.

"Take them with you. When we face the end of the world in the future, we will need allies, many allies."

"Okay."

Khan watched the cruise ship approach, grabbed Lin Fan and Irafren's waist, and then jumped on.

The cruise ship sank suddenly, but then regained its balance. Irafren looked at the melee in the arena and complained, "Since I met you, I have always been dragged into these damn places."

"Relax, there will be more exciting things later."

"Tsk. Okay."

Irafren took his black crossbow and attacked the black-hearted warriors. Khan also bent his fingers twice. He didn't want to communicate with the aliens. Since Lin Fan was very familiar with them, let him solve it.

The addition of Khan reduced the pressure on the witches who were constantly boarding on the ship. As members of the witch sect, they did have excellent killing art, but two fists could not beat four hands. The people of the black-hearted conspiracy group in the air continued to appear, and Mrs. Malers was nowhere to be found.

Ivrene looked at Lin Fan, "Your friends have been saved, so what's next?"

"Next? Run out! The teacher who was so angry at you that he had a cerebral hemorrhage will come to find you."

"Teacher?"

"It's Larian Songxing who taught you the way of a warrior."

"Really? The teacher is here too?"

Looking at Ivrene's excited expression, Lin Fan curled his lips. Not only will your teacher come here, but he will also become the God of Death Army's choice by accident on the way here - Qianmian.

"Just go anyway, trust me, I can also predict."

"You can? I don't feel any psychic energy."

Lin Fan smiled, pretending to be profound and didn't say much, and then went to play with Khan and the others.

"What a weirdo." Ivrene murmured as she looked at Lin Fan's back, then sighed, continued to use the power of the God of Death to strengthen the teammates around her, and introduced the way of the God of Death to them through psychic communication.

Outside the arena, a huge Eldar pirate ship was waiting for Ivrene to appear.

An Eldar pirate with strange clothes and a unique Mediterranean hairstyle spoke to a red-armored dark Eldar warrior in front of him.

"I say, wouldn't it be better if we just went in? Why wait outside?"

"Because of the prophecy."

The red armor was inlaid with various faces, as if this person's mortal body contained countless souls with different personalities. But his voice was not a fusion of multiple voices, his voice sounded gentle and humble.

"Okay, prophecy." The pirate didn't ask any more questions, turned back and opened a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

The red-armored warrior looked at the pirate's movements, twisted his helmet, and seemed to want to say something. The fingers on the hilt of the sword were also shaking slightly.

"Alas." Sighing, the red-armored warrior Qianmian decided not to care about these loose and free Eldar pirates. After all, these were the subordinates of his student Iverene.

But as an old Ark man, the rules and regulations of the Tao have occupied his life. Naturally, he would disdain these pirates who yearn for adventure and freedom.

But they are at least better than the madman of Gomo. Qianmian comforted himself so that he would not be angry because of Gomo's depravity.

He should have stayed in the Tao School of the Ark, teaching batches of newcomers to the pinnacle of the warrior's road. He still remembered that day, he was teaching students various martial arts moves in the dojo.

Then he was interrupted by his friend.

"Ahem. I have some news here. I always feel that it is not good not to tell you. I hesitated for a long time before deciding to tell you all this."

"Oh? My old friend, there is nothing that cannot be said between you and me."

Larian looked at his old friend with an ugly face. That kind of ugliness was not quite the same as sadness and anger. It was more of a kind of pity for himself.

It's really strange, why do you pity me?

Inad's Edge - Thousand Faces