"Move quickly! Yilafren! Orikan can't hold on for long!" Trazyn's urging made Yilafren a little upset. She looked at Orikan who was making electric sparks in the distance, waiting for her cloak to complete the next charge.
"Let's go! You useless metal head!"
Rolling up her cloak to cover her whole body, Yilafren flashed to Orikan's side. Following Trazyn's guidance, she took out the silk maker, quickly broke open the metal shell of Orikan, and took out a hexahedron with a wide top and narrow bottom. The general shape was not much different from that of a shrunken coffin.
Holding Orikan's so-called data core, Yilafren felt that it was warm when held, which was in great contrast with Orikan's cold metal body.
This is really interesting, the hearts of these skeletons are actually warm.
Yilafren saw Degraded Ones raising the weapon towards her, and also moved around quickly. During the days when she and Jaghatai went out on adventures, she stole a lot of good things. Various smoke screens and holographic projections were displayed around her, deceiving Degraded Ones's senses.
When the cloak was fully charged again, Yilafren rolled up his cloak and moved away from the center of the battle.
"Big failure!"
Somehow, Yilafren's foot slipped, and the cloak that had just been rolled up unexpectedly took her to another place.
Feeling her body's instinctive fear and submission, Yilafren looked up and saw Vect, whose whole body was like a shadow, right in front of her.
"Oh... hi?"
Seeing Yilafren greeting nervously, Vect smiled, "What a joy, meeting an old friend in a foreign land! I didn't expect that there is a fast-born person here who was born by Commorragh... And the smell on your body... tsk tsk tsk, the damage to the soul has been repaired..."
"Uh... Master Vect, if you are okay, then I will leave."
"Let's go? What's the hurry, my little slave."
Vect pinched his fingers, and Yilafren collapsed on the ground with a painful expression on his face. He was completely unable to control the pain in his body and had to grit his teeth to keep from screaming.
Drukhari and Archon are all perverts. Hearing the screams and wailing will only make the torture more intense.
"Yo? You're quite tough. It seems that the quality of your batch of quick-born people is not up to standard... It's a pity that Commorragh is finished, and I don't have the chance to punish those Haemonculi who violated the law."
After Vect finished speaking, he struck out a jet-black thunder of suffering from his palm, which hit Yilafren's body. As Commorragh's largest Kabal, Archon, Vect's torture skills were no less than those of any slave-master.
When he obtains the power of Black Muse, he can get rid of the help of tools and only rely on the spiritual power of conspiracy to accomplish what he wants to do.
Yilafren could not withstand the dual torture of fast-born genes and psychic energy for too long. Her mouth just opened uncontrollably, and Vect's psychic energy penetrated through her small mouth, blocking her throat and restricting Yilafren's voice.
The painful hesitation is especially weak on the battlefield, but when there are only roars and the roar of guns around you, this weakness will turn to another form of conspicuousness.
"Sing low and slow, little guy, you have to make some interesting changes." Vect showed no mercy just because Yilafren was young. He tore Yilafren's cloak into pieces and melted the close-fitting clothes, like drops of wax flowing on Yilafren's smooth and delicate white body.
Engraved with slave logos, painful runes, and various insulting Aeldari phrases, Vect did all this without even looking at Yilafren. This was just a trivial exercise for him.
"Woo..."
Yilafren Blood flowed from the carved body, and tears of pain were also mixed in. Her smart, naughty, and energetic eyes were only as gray as a collapse.
"It's only 15 seconds... Oh, it's good for young people to have firm skin. Unlike us old people, why are we not as sensitive as you." Looking at Drazhar in the distance, Jaghatai Gradually falling into a disadvantage during the fierce attack, Vect hung Yilafren high and pulled her limbs apart, then removed the psychic blockage blocking her throat and stimulated her nerves to become active again.
Yilafren screamed and howled in pain. Compared to other Aeldari, her voice, which was much more immature, had turned into a hoarse, broken gong sound due to pain. Jaghatai immediately noticed the somewhat transparent flesh that was carved into Yilafren, and his eyes were filled with tears.
Seizing the moment when Jaghatai was distracted, Drazhar swooped over and attacked Khan's left waist and right shoulder with two blades.
The blade cut through Jaghatai's armor and embedded itself in his flesh. The mixed neurotoxin also soaked into his blood vessels. Before the blade could continue to advance towards the bones, Jaghatai punched Drazhar's helmet with his backhand, twisting and shattering his pitch-black bladed helmet.
When Khan wanted to take advantage of Drazhar's staggering moment and cut his body in half, he felt the paralysis caused by the attack of neurotoxin. The figure of Drazhar moved faster in his sight, and the wailing Yilafren in the distance became more and more blurry...
"Move quickly! Yilafren! Orikan can't last long!"
"I know! I know! Your head is really annoying!" Yilafren replied angrily to the anxious Trazyn. She saw the right moment and flashed to Orikan through her cloak.
Two silk thread bullets were shot into the approaching Degraded Ones, and then thousands of thin threads exploded out of their bodies, like prepared dandelions.
Take out the data core of Orikan and weigh it until Yilafren is hot.
"Holy shit! Why is this thing of yours so hot? That overloaded motorcycle engine Old Ironhead is not as hot as this thing on my hand."
"This means that Orikan is dying!"
Yilafren was so hot that she grinned. She really couldn't carry this thing with her. She looked at Trazyn's cold head and directly slapped the hot data core on his forehead.
"Let's go!" Yilafren rolled up his cloak, preparing to escape from this dangerous place.
Perhaps because of nervousness, or because his hands were not so flexible after being burned, Yilafren flashed in the wrong place, and appeared blankly in front of Amalaga, who stood like a pale tree.
Master Haemonculi paid an elegant greeting to Yilafren, and then the infected ground around him squirmed, stretching out pale tentacles to attack Yilafren.
"Big success!"