225: Do You Have Any Idea How Impressive Hilda Is?!

So... so handsome!

Alvin had to admit that he had misunderstood Hilda before. She was clearly straightforward, and her unexpected rescue was absolutely brilliant!

Just as he was enthusiastically praising Hilda.

Nightmare and Succubus seemed to have realized that the Aeldari Battle Witch who had suddenly intervened in the battle was proving to be a bit troublesome.

"People of Samhan?" The Succubus licked her lips, brandishing her poisoned dagger, and sneered, "What, have you Ark Eldar fallen so low that you have to rely on monkeys?"

Shut up, you bitch.

Hilda glared at the Succubus with disgust, twirling the greatsword with one hand. "You're not worthy to speak to me, get out of my way!"

His words were brimming with contempt.

The Succubus, enraged by those few words, turned ashen-faced, her chest heaving, and gritted her teeth. "Fine, when I catch you, I'll let you taste... Pleasure!"

They continued to use the same tactics as before.

With the help of the Conspiracy Soldier, Nightmare engaged the Aeldari Battle Witch head-on, while the Succubus seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

"Heh, Battle Witch? My target should be War-seer." Nightmare chuckled coldly, slowly approaching, trying to provoke him with words. "Let me tell you a despairing truth: I almost killed your Reroll of Samhan!"

"Reroll?"

Unfortunately, this time they encountered Hilda, who couldn't understand the meaning behind their tone at all.

"That's right, it's Reroll, your War-seer!" Nightmare pointed at the Half-Klay Battle Blade and said in a sinister voice, "See? There's his blood on it. It's just a pity that... we couldn't cut off his head that time!"

"Oh."

Hilda tilted her head, frowning in confusion. "Are you trying to tell me you're proud because you almost killed Reroll? That guy was pretty weak, what's there to be proud of?"

Unable to show off, Nightmare angrily pressed down, its battle blade whistling through the air, slashing down with tremendous force. "I'll see just how powerful you are--?"

"Ha, is that all you've got?"

Hilda caught the Half-Klay Battle Blade that Nightmare had swung at her with her bare hands, the Psychic Power gathered in her palm held back. Then she looked at him seriously, her face full of doubt. "I don't understand, how could someone of your level almost kill Reroll?"

The will-o'-the-wisps flickered wildly in Nightmare's eyes, fueled by a furious rage.

Swish!

Just then, the Succubus emerged from the shadows!

The poisoned dagger flashed with a cold light, ready to kill in one strike, but Hilda had anticipated this. Her eyes darted to the side, and her long leg swept across suddenly. "Ambush me? Do you know I'm Battle Witch? You think you can ambush me?"

Bang!

The Succubus, who attempted a sneak attack, was swept away by this whip kick, leaving two clear furrows in the street.

"Where's the Spear of Song I gave you?" Hilda asked, Alvin quickly pulled it out and handed it to her.

"Watch closely, this is how Psyker... fight!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Hilda unlocked the Spear of Song. The spear, brimming with immense Psychic Power, shot through the air like a laser beam, creating a terrifying shockwave that roared and surged!

Holy crap, that move was so damn cool!

Alvin's eyes lit up; he felt like he'd learned another trick!

Boom!!!

The Succubus, who had just been repelled, was immediately alarmed. Her vision was filled with the dazzling light. She used her dagger to block the incoming spear with skillful force!

However, that force still blasted her away, and the Psychic Power explosion attached to it directly caused the Succubus to spit out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, as she threw the spear, Hilda pressed down on the Half-Klay Battle Blade with her bare hands and pulled out the Eldar Sword. Although it looked like a greatsword held with both hands, it seemed extremely light in her hands, and she could swing it with one hand, creating afterimages.

The Eldar Sword is the masterpiece of the Aeldari Farseer.

Even the armor of a heavily armored tank can be sliced through as easily as butter, let alone a mere piece of armor.

The sharp blade, carrying a raging torrent of pressure, fell down, forcing Nightmare to abandon the "Half-Klay Battle Blade" and hastily retreat to avoid being flattened by the sword!

But this retreat gave Hilda an opportunity. She took another half step forward, chasing after Nightmare, and with her powerful wrist strength alone, she forcefully reversed the angle of the sword!

The sword blade, wrapped in the Disintegration field, was like a greedy, bloodthirsty Space Wolves, relentlessly pursuing the nightmare. Having lost his handy weapon, he dared not follow Hilda and try to take Power Weapon head-on with his bare hands, so he could only use his armor to withstand the sword strike.

Swish!

The sword's edge easily sliced through the armor, penetrating deep into the bone marrow and flesh!

"Ahhhh..."

Nightmare screamed in agony, nearly having half his arm severed, and cried out to the Succubus, "Anna, help me!"

"She doesn't have time to help you!" Hilda sneered, and once again hurled the recalled "Spear of Song" at the Succubus while turning around.

"..."

The Succubus had barely peeked out when she saw a Spear of Song flying towards her. She almost cursed aloud, but quickly used her Psychic Power to accelerate and escape from the spot.

Boom!

A building was completely leveled by the Spear of Song!

The Succubus tried to rescue him several times, but was always stopped by the Spear of Song. Hilda seemed to be able to accurately "predict" her location every time. Seeing that the Succubus was out of the question, Nightmare immediately ordered the surrounding Scheming Warriors to create an opportunity for him.

Shuriken, monomolecular threads, poison blades... rained down upon him, but what happened next undoubtedly cast a shadow over Nightmare's mind.

Hilda's eyes were deep, as if she had "foreseen" the perfect escape route. Like a butterfly in flight, she stretched out her body to the fullest.

She was like someone dancing on a tightrope.

All the bullets fired from the Conspiracy Warriors were perfectly evaded; not a single one hit Hilda.

"Ha, there are still some alive?" Hilda's cold gaze swept over them, she recalled the Spear of Song, and hurled it with full force. "I didn't notice you before, die!"

Boom!

After the Spear of Song was launched, a surge of powerful Psychic Power erupted.

The Conspiracy Warriors were instantly wiped out, their flesh and blood flying everywhere. They were utterly powerless against Hilda's casual strike.

"Quick, Anna, save me--!"

Nightmare seized the opportunity created for him by the Conspiracy Warriors, barely escaping the "Daemon's" control, and desperately cried out to the Succubus for help.

Nightmare was almost completely stunned.

Isn't the opponent Battle Witch? How come they're even stronger than a War Priest?

He strongly suspected that the opponent must be a "warrior," otherwise it would be too much of a blow to his self-esteem. He, a Nightmare and Succubus, was actually being suppressed by a Battle Witch!

We can't beat them! We absolutely can't beat them!

The Aeldari Battle Witch on the other side is simply a monster!

If at the beginning Nightmare had some confidence, relying on his numerical advantage to put up a fight with the opponent, now only one word remains in his mind!

Run!

If he doesn't run now, he's dead!

Alvin stared dumbfounded at Hilda, who had single-handedly ravaged the entire Dark Eldar, leaving them both on the verge of death and in a state of near ecstasy. He was completely stunned.

Seriously, is he really that good at fighting?!

He initially thought that Hilda, fighting against multiple opponents, would need help, but after watching for a while, he realized he was wrong; she didn't need any help at all!

Oh no, we wronged the Samhan Aeldari!

They really sent their best fighters, Hilda completely overwhelmed them. While distracted by "predicting" the Succubus's movements and continuously suppressing her with the Spear of Song, she wielded a greatsword taller than herself, causing the elite Nightmare of the Dark Eldar to flee in terror, utterly powerless to fight back!

Where is support needed?

Hilda alone could easily crush the entire Dark Eldar squad!

Seeing that she was no match for the enemy, the Succubus cleverly activated the Webway and slipped in without saying a word. Nightmare ran for his life, not caring about the Half-Klay Battle Blade he had lost, his mind only focused on running as fast as possible!

If you're so capable, wait until next time!

However, the voice of the "Daemon" came from behind!

"Who told you to run away?"

Hilda's gaze remained fixed on Nightmare. Seeing him try to escape, she suddenly clenched her fists, unleashing a massive torrent of Psychic Power that slammed down like gravity, forcefully pulling Nightmare back. "Come back here!!!"

She said she would protect Alvin.

As a result, if someone hadn't informed him, the target would probably be dead. Wouldn't he be scolded to death by his father when he got back? In that case, inheriting the prophet's mantle would probably be out of the question, and he'd be stuck as Battle Witch for life.

"No, no! Ahh..."

Nightmare felt as if she were being dragged away by a force, watching helplessly as the gate to the Webway, so close yet so far away, receded further and further away!

"Help me, Anna!"

He looked at the Succubus with hope in his eyes.

However, the Succubus merely smiled alluringly, "I'm sorry, I can't save you~ Farewell~"

No, no!!!

Nightmare's ten fingers were digging tightly into the ground.

But even so, she couldn't stop herself from being pulled backward. Her shrill and desperate cries echoed through the streets, a sight that would break the hearts of all who heard it and bring tears to their eyes.

Even Alvin couldn't help but show a strange expression. Who exactly is the villain here?!

The screaming nightmare suddenly felt a chilling, bone-deep coldness, and his throat felt as if it were blocked. A shadow enveloped him from behind, and a voice, seemingly suppressing anger, whispered like Daemon: "Do you know... you almost made it so I couldn't continue my prophetic work?!"

Hilda had two things she hated most in her life.

The first thing is that I hate being deceived.

As for the second one, it is that she cannot inherit the Prophet's mantle. Whoever prevents her from inheriting the Prophet's mantle, she will send them to Slaanesh!

Another long chapter of 3,000 words~ I'll try my best at 8 PM tonight, I'm really upset about the drop in subscribers these past few days...