A Chance Encounter Around the Corner Isn't Always Love-it Could Be a Succubus!

When you're down on your luck, even drinking cold water can cause problems.

Alvin wholeheartedly agreed; wasn't that exactly what happened to him? He thought his bad luck was over, but it turned out it was just leveling up!

It's all Lucien's fault for having such a sharp tongue; she had to tell him to be careful.

Well, that's just how it is. They've barely stepped out of the governor's mansion when they've run into the Dark Eldar. If they manage to escape alive this time, they'll definitely have to extort some money from Lucien!

But what's that saying again?

Life is like rape; since you can't resist, you can only accept it.

Nightmare, blasted away by the Psychic Power, was not seriously injured thanks to the Aeldari's armor advantage.

A ghostly green gaze, like will-o'-the-wisps, flickered beneath the menacing helmet. The runes engraved on the surface of the "Half-Klay Battle Blade" held in his right hand were illuminated, its surging kinetic energy field seemingly capable of cutting through space.

The defining feature of the Half-Klay Battle Blade is its broad, heavy blade with a slight curve.

While it doesn't align with the Dark Eldar's philosophy of lightness and speed, it suits Nightmare's style better, making each of their strikes powerful and heavy!

Even from several meters away, Alvin could almost smell the thick, pungent stench of blood emanating from the Half-Klay Battle Blade, whose blade was damaged in several places.

Clearly, the "Nightmare" before me is a seasoned assassin!

Alvin took a deep breath, turned the immobile Elsa to his back, and glanced around. "Hold on tight, don't let go!"

"No, no." Elsa, unwilling to be a burden to him, struggled to leave, a stubborn glint in her eyes. "Young Master Alvin, please don't worry about me, I'll buy you some time!"

Don't make me repeat myself.

Ignoring Elsa's struggles, Alvin said in a deep voice, "Either you obediently grab me, or we'll both die here today!"

Hearing this, Elsa stopped struggling, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, lowered her voice, and buried her head in shame. "I'm sorry, young master. It's all my fault for being useless. If it weren't for me..."

"What's the point of saying all this?" Alvin switched to a two-handed grip on his greatsword, lowering his center of gravity as much as possible, and still couldn't resist teasing, "Don't forget, if you hadn't tackled me, I would have been the one hit by the shrapnel, so there's no need to apologize."

Elsa risked her life to protect him, how could he possibly abandon Elsa alone?

Looking around at the conspiracy-ridden guards and the Nightmare, Alvin couldn't help but grip his sword hilt tightly, pondering whether to risk exposure and use the "Navigator System" here.

But this thought only flashed through his mind for a second before he immediately rejected it.

Unless absolutely necessary, the existence of the "Navigator System" must never be revealed in public, especially in front of the Dark Eldar or the Planetary Governor!

Moreover, the Navigator System has a fatal flaw: when returning to the main universe, it will always reappear in the place it left behind.

He dared not gamble on whether the other person would actually be waiting for "him" to return.

Therefore, this step should absolutely not be used unless all other options are exhausted, otherwise it will only lead to endless troubles.

Alvin, his resolve strengthened, looked at Nightmare again. "I refuse to believe it! I defeated the Chosen of Khorne, how could I lose to you?!"

Nightmare tilted his head, as if waiting for them to finish talking, and let out a sneer from under his pale and ferocious mask.

It's unclear whether they were mocking his foolishness in refusing to abandon his servant, or his overestimation of his abilities.

Bang!

Immediately afterwards, a sharp crackling sound erupted in the air, and the pitch-black figure vanished in an instant!

Despite the violent air currents crashing against him, his hair and even his cheeks taut, Alvin's gaze remained sharp. Albert had repeatedly emphasized this most important point when teaching him swordsmanship.

That is, to have the courage to face the enemy head-on!

Under no circumstances should you look away, otherwise, on the chaotic battlefield, death will be your only fate!

Alvin did it; he had never been so focused, as if he had entered another realm.

The Psychic Power energy formed was like Stormfront, suddenly shaking and howling, severing the monomolecular threads surrounding him. Seizing that one second of opening, he spun around and twisted his waist, the Executioner Greatsword like a gazelle's horns, slashing at his side and rear with an extremely tricky angle!

This scene was completely beyond the nightmare's expectations.

From an outsider's perspective, it looked as if he was "deliberately" running into the other person's sword!

Half-Klay Battle Blade hastily parried, but the power of the Executioner Greatsword forced him back several steps, each step leaving a clear footprint on the street.

Alvin was about to press his advantage when a warning suddenly flashed through his mind!

He forcefully flipped over, and several whistling Shuriken grazed his face and slammed into the wall!

That was close!

As Alvin was shocked, the nightmare quietly approached once again.

It must be said that Nightmare is absolutely worthy of being called the elite among the elites of the Dark Eldar. He seized the momentary opening and swung down the Half-Klay Battle Blade.

For a time, it was incredibly powerful!

Whoosh!

In the raging wind, the menacing battle blade fell like a decapitation.

The eerie green flames flickered beneath the Nightmare Helmet. He suddenly pressed his sword down, lowering the Executioner Greatsword in the process, and then squeezed forward in one step.

Seeing the other person's unusual behavior, Alvin's pupils contracted slightly!

No, it's a trap!

The nightmare was intentional, a trap to lure him into a trap!

Sure enough, the Nightmare who squeezed in revealed his hidden killer move!

His left hand, which he had never used, shot out like lightning, aiming straight for Alvin's throat. In a flash, Alvin saw a needle-like spike below his wrist, connected to an unknown drug. Instantly, his scalp tingled, and a chill ran from his heels to the top of his head!

The Dark Eldar are best known for their extremely perverse hobbies and their various kinds of "poisons".

Therefore, Alvin tried his best to avoid being scratched, fearing that he might be poisoned by the Dark Eldar. A deadly move that Nightmare could hide must be something terrible!

Just then, Elsa's blood-stained right hand, gripping the Deflector Shield device tightly, fearlessly extended from behind.

The needle-like spikes were immediately deflected upon impact with the Deflector Shield.

Seeing this, Alvin was immediately terrified, fearing that the Deflector Shield would be passed right through, and Elsa would be doomed!

But it was Elsa's desperate gamble that bought him crucial time.

"Get out of my way!!!"

The palm, imbued with immense Psychic Power, slapped directly onto Nightmare's helmet!

Boom!!!

With a deafening roar, the Nightmare Helmet was shattered by the Psychic Power.

He was thrown back by the immense Psychic Power; had it not been for the extremely high quality of his armor, he would likely have died on the spot.

Alvin was completely unrestrained, unleashing his I-class Psychic Power indiscriminately, sweeping across the area like raging waves, and terrifying shockwaves erupted, destroying large sections of the hard ground!

The group of conspiratorial warriors who were besieging the enemy were instantly blown away by the burst of Psychic Power, flying backwards in disarray.

"Now!" Seizing the rare opening, Alvin carried Elsa on his back and sprinted toward the street corner with all his might!

Why didn't he go to the Governor's Mansion?

It's very simple. Such a big thing has happened, and there's still no word from the Governor's Mansion. He doesn't dare to gamble on what's going on inside.

What if the governor is already dead?

The only way is to get back to the manor as soon as possible!

If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have left Hilda at home when he went out; otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a passive position.

He had just carried Elsa and broken through the encirclement.

Just as I turned the corner, I was met with a charming smile.

"Where do you want to go, handsome?"

The woman leaning against the corner of the wall was dressed in extremely revealing clothes, showing off her prominent and alluring figure.

A pair of captivating purple eyes, exuding a provocative allure, perfectly complemented her bewitching and stunningly beautiful face.

For a fleeting moment, Alvin had to admit that he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart.

But in an instant, he snapped out of his daze.

A blindingly cold light suddenly appeared in his pupils, magnified continuously!

At the last second, fortunately, he had specially put on the Armor of Vows while escaping, and with great difficulty, he twisted his body and used the shoulder armor to block the fatal blow!

A piercing scraping sound rang out as the sharp blade sliced through the shoulder armor, sending dazzling sparks flying!

I don't know what material that dagger was made of, but it was able to cut a clear crack in the Armor of Vows, almost injuring the flesh!

Fortunately, Alvin reacted quickly, delivering a flying kick to the woman and forcibly forcing her back.

"Oh? Such a quick reaction?"

Seeing that his first attack had failed, the alluring and seductive woman seemed somewhat surprised.

Even among the Aeldari, it is extremely rare for someone to regain consciousness so quickly.

Alvin's heart pounded. If he had reacted faster, that strike would have been fatal!

Upon closer inspection, he realized the other person was approximately two meters tall.

Only a few pieces of breastplate covered the most crucial parts, but the high, rounded curves revealed a hint of snow-white and delicate skin, which was truly breathtaking. But what was most eye-catching was her long, slender legs.

Round, straight, and slender, snow-white and delicate, like mutton fat jade, so fine it seems to break at a touch.

Truly the epitome of legs, inspiring endless fantasies.

Her exquisite and alluring features, along with her striking purple eyes, seemed to radiate charm at all times, like walking hormones.

"Gulp." Luckily, Alvin had seen it in his dream before, which allowed him to resist the temptation. Looking at the alluring and seductive female Aeldari, he exclaimed, "You are... Succubus from the Dark Eldar?!"

The Succubus of the Dark Eldar are not the same as the Slaanesh Succubus.

When a Wych becomes fierce and powerful enough to dominate Commorragh's bloody arena, she is called a "Succubus"!

Every Succubus is the most skilled, elegant, and alluring female warrior in the Wych Cult!

The Succubus raised a playful glint in her purple eyes as she toyed with the poisoned dagger. A sensual smile curved her lips as she spoke in a seductive voice, "Looks like you know quite a bit, don't you?"