Xia Lasi. Demon Disaster, no elf dares to say that he or she is not afraid of this name.
To the Eldar, it is a cursed name.
This is especially true for the Dark Eldar who love to kill.
Sharathi are Daemons created by Slaanesh to fight and defeat the other Chaos Gods, especially the Bloodthirster of Khorne.
There are many legends circulating in the Warp, one of which is the story of Shalasi defeating the bloodthirsty Skarbrand.
If it is true and credible, it also indirectly proves how powerful Xarashi is, that he could defeat Skarbrad, who was once loved by Khorne, by himself.
Skarbrad was expelled from the Blood God's realm for betraying Khorne, but his fighting power was not weakened at all.
Countless worlds burned under his rage, and countless lives were slaughtered by him.
In the warp, the name Skarbrand also represents destruction and fear.
No living being dared to blaspheme this banished bloodthirster.
When trying to stop the revival of the Grim Reaper and the Death Army's plan, Xia Lasi also showed strong fighting ability.
Facing the joint attack of Yin Fulan, the incarnation of Death, Dujiao and others in front, it seemed to be at ease, and finally made the Death Army's plan to resurrect Death go down the drain.
The Death Army has always had a plan, which is to find all five Crone Swords to resurrect the Death and defeat the nightmare of their race - Slaanesh.
However, Xarathi stole the fifth Crone Sword and placed it in Slaanesh's realm.
Make the Death Army a joke.
Resurrecting the god of death has become an unsolvable vicious circle.
Victor's face turned extremely ugly.
The usual domineering look had disappeared without a trace, leaving only regret and fear.
The warriors of the conspiracy watched as a distorted and strange figure slowly walked out of the darkness.
The way he moved contained a grace that even the Dark Eldar did not possess.
Xia Laxi's height at this moment is about the same as that of the Dark Eldar.
He has the strong physique of a male Eldar and the beautiful face of a female Eldar.
The body, covered only in armor where necessary, is strong yet slender.
The naked chest muscles were clearly defined, and the skin was a faint purple, shining like a gem.
As a creature and creature of Slaanesh, Xarathi is extremely handsome.
His existence even distorts the original meaning of the word handsome.
The excessive pursuit of perfect harmony has deviated from the limits acceptable to the creatures of the galaxy.
Xia Laxi's head also appeared very long and narrow, with black hair naturally standing upwards and a pair of curved pointed horns worn on his head like a crown.
There is also a thick, scaly tail behind it.
The tip of the tail is a sharp knife with a barb, which is extremely sharp and reflects dazzling cold light under the light.
A female Dark Eldar impaled by Xarathi's tail.
That slender body was hanging on the opponent's tail.
That female dark elf was none other than Victor's right-hand man, the pearl of Comoros, and the witch queen of the fighting sect - Hespera.
Hespera has a beautiful appearance and a perfect figure. Even humans will be impressed by her beauty.
The residents of Comoros love to stay in the arena she controls and admire her wonderful art of killing.
The sharp blades cut through the bodies of those guys, causing them to let out the most ear-piercing screams.
Such a scene can only be described as pleasing to the eyes.
Every performance of Hespera can bring the residents of Comoros the greatest satisfaction and let them return home with great pleasure.
However, at this moment, the Pearl of Comoros was hanging on Xia Laxi's tail, and it groaned in pain.
The sharp knife pierced her towering breasts.
The vicious warp energy tortured the graceful body of the Witch Queen, leaving her in excruciating pain.
That handsome face no longer had the charm it once had, only despairing pain.
"A delicious soul is always so intoxicating. I wonder if your soul can be more delicious than hers."
Xia Laxi showed an intoxicated expression.
Hespera was also entangled by the thick tail.
Brought it to him.
Xia Laxi stretched out a finger and lifted up the beautiful, perfect face of the Witch Queen.
At this moment, Hespera's face was filled with twisted pain and fear from the bottom of her heart, and her eyes revealed a desire for death.
Xia Laxi has never been a generous demon. He likes to torture his prey bit by bit until the day when the universe is destroyed.
Hespera will never be redeemed, nor will her suffering end.
Any horrible punishment the Dark Eldar could imagine.
None of them can compare to the ending of being taken away by Slaanesh.
That corrupt, indulgent kingdom is a horrific taboo that the Dark Eldar would never want to touch.
Victor looked at this scene and felt a little regretful.
When he learned that the seal of Comoros was broken, he should have chosen to escape immediately.
Greed made him take risks.
Comoros is his foundation, everything to him.
Without Comoros, who would know Victor
He returned to the Comoros just to see if he could salvage something.
The Staff of Asuryan in his hand might allow him to defeat the demon.
When Victor saw Xia Laxi appear, he knew that he was still too naive.
Slaanesh has longed for the souls of the Eldar for countless ages.
How could it miss such a good opportunity
Xia Laxi waved the sword in his hand and showed a cruel smile.
He walked slowly towards Victor and his group until his warm, fragrant scent could touch the armor-covered faces of the cabal warriors.
The strong and foul aroma permeated the breathing masks of the conspiracy warriors, making them feel nauseous and want to vomit.
A cabal warrior couldn't help but take the lead in launching an attack.
Xia Laxi caused them unimaginable psychological oppression.
It makes them feel like fish thrown onto the shore, unable to breathe.
The Dark Eldar's fighting skills are known for their speed and ferocity.
They pursue speed and like to use the most brutal means to deal with their enemies.
Xia Laxi had a crazy look on his face, waving the sword in his hand, but he did not put up any resistance.
One of his arms was chopped off by the cabal warriors.
A rich, deadly, sweet poison mist gushed out from the wound.
The pain made Xia Laxi's face look unusually red.
His whole body was shaking, as if something extremely pleasurable was washing over every nerve in his body, making him excited to the point of near madness.
"It was such wonderful pain, so exhilarating and joyful, I wanted more, more."
Xia Laxi let out a raspy laugh and his eyes turned wild.
The cabal warrior looked horrified.
The Pleasure Demons are even crazier than the Dark Eldar.
He enjoys the pleasure of torturing himself and his enemies, just like taking drugs and being unable to extricate himself.
As the Kabal warriors looked on in horror, Xarathy launched his attack.
His swordsmanship is impeccable.
Within a breath, the limbs of the conspiracy warrior who attacked were cut off.
When he finished all this, he stretched out his snake-like tongue and licked the blood on the sword.
His entire body was shaking with excitement at his own brutality, like a sick madman.
Xia Laxi's magic sword carries a vicious curse, and every attack will amplify the opponent's pain.
The more twisted their hearts are, the more terrible the pain will be.
Screams echoed throughout the Dark Eldar ship.
The Dark Eldar who are able to become warriors of the Black Hearted Cabal are all masters of sadism.
They are good at inflicting pain on their enemies.
The curse of Xaraxi can transform these dark and twisted pasts into real harm, which will be repeated on them twice as much.
What followed was a scene of inhumane brutality.
In front of Xarasi, no dark elves could withstand his attack.
The minions of Slaanesh have a special restraint on the Eldar.
There was no way for them to fully display their strength and fighting skills.
Accompanied by screams from the warp, Victor and his group were knocked down one after another by Xarasi, who used the most exquisite swordsmanship to inflict the greatest pain on them.
Xarasi did not kill them completely, as that would not have suited the needs of the Slaanesh demons.
He craved more pain, and he longed to witness the pain of his enemies.
The final scream came from the Supreme Overlord of Comoros.
It resounded throughout the entire battleship and echoed in the scarlet sky of Comoros.
There was also Xarasi's crazy laughter, mixed with Commorra's screams and explosions, echoing in the ears of the howling dark elves.
The black sun hovered above Comoros, witnessing the final end of the remnants of this ancient empire.
They had escaped the Great Fall of the Eldar.
However, they were unwilling to heed the warnings of the Ark Eldar, and continued to indulge in decadence and indulgence.
Today is the day when everything will end.
Those broken shrines and the withered statues of ancient and forgotten gods gazed upon the final ending of their people.
The blood splashed on the sculptures, like the last tears of blood shed by the Eldar gods.
The arenas, strewn with spikes and vicious torture instruments, were still resounding with screams.
Unfortunately, this time the voices that echoed were no longer those of the slaves, but those of the former audience.
All prisoners have been released.
The human batch was picked up by their fellow countrymen.
Prisoners of other ethnicities were left in the Comoros.
What is surprising is that there are also a group of Fire Clan warriors among them.
Perhaps they are the last remnants of the Tau, captured by the Dark Eldar before the Tau suffered a full-scale attack from humanity.
If they could escape successfully, perhaps they could restore civilization from the ruins of their race.
Unfortunately, no one is destined to survive in Comoros this time.
The demons enjoyed this hard-earned carnival.
Some daemons even cheered for Guilliman.
Thanks to his men for providing them with such a feast.
The Prince of Darkness's unholy creations invaded Comoros like a torrential flood.
Countless torture instruments and wooden stakes with all kinds of strange patterns painted on them appeared throughout the city.
Those elves were hung on torture instruments and stakes, just like a grand slaughter ceremony.
Commorragh was pulled into Slaanesh's Chaos Realm.
Countless corpses were hung in the arena.
The sharp iron hooks pierced the bodies of those unfortunate ones.
Let them writhe on the hook in agony.
Their souls were tortured and broken, leaving only pain.
The demons would never let these guys die so easily.
Vicious witchcraft can imprison the opponent's soul inside the tortured body.
Let them sink forever in endless, unimaginable pain.
Pain turned into art, intertwined with the echoing devil's song.
Except for the arena and the upper area where the nobles live.
At the lower levels of the Comoros, brutal atrocities can be seen everywhere.
The demons left no corner untouched.
The lower level of Comoros also has many majestic buildings and spires.
There is no real distinction between up and down in the Internet.
The difference between the two is that one is facing the black star enslaved and controlled by the Dark Eldar, while the other is facing the empty nothingness.
The bottom layer continues to extend towards another dimension, forming an intricate underground complex.
The headquarters of the Haemonchi is located in the core area of the bottom floor.
Some Haemonculi serve the Cabal and Voodoo Cults.
The Haemolyuks hanging on high-rise towers are representatives of this.
Those Haemonculus masters who are highly skilled prefer to stay in their own autopsy rooms rather than participate in the political games of the Dark Eldar.
All of these guys are masters of reshaping flesh and blood. Whether it is a living thing or a dead body, everything can become material in their hands.
Horrible and bloody experiments are taking place in their territory every moment.
The unfortunate prey and travelers would have their eyeballs dug out and integrated into the twisting and narrow corridors to become the base of lighting.
The Haemonculi are corrupt and self-indulgent nobles from the Eldar Empire. They are so ancient that they need to witness endless suffering every day to nourish their dry souls.
Their desire for revenge is also extremely terrible.
Several Imperial worlds had suffered brutal massacres for offending the Haemoglobin.
The Haemonchi peeled the skin of the powerful alive and placed it on the statues of the Empire's heroes to humiliate the Empire.
However, at this moment, they no longer have the arrogance of the past.
The twisted laughter of demons echoed within the shadow-covered spire.
The blood-pitying man, who had lived for who knows how many years, was tormented by fear and ran around, trying to escape the terrible fate.
"No!" Urian, the most famous Haemonchi, the president of the Society of Flesh Prophets, and a fallen genius in the field of body modification and anatomy, let out a shrill scream.
This guy is considered a legend among many flesh and blood craftsmen.
From the lowest slave in the Dark City to the Supreme Overlord, everyone knows the name Urian.
To some, the Haemonculus is nothing more than a twisted monster from a horror story.
For others, they would rather the monster under the bed be real than Urian be a real person.
The past of this Haemonchi lord is too ancient to be traced.
He has been reborn many times.
Using the blood-regenerating means of the Lingren he had released, he traveled back and forth between the realms of life and death time and time again, enjoying the sin of death and the peak of pain time and time again like tasting fine wine.
But this time, he was not calm at all.
The key to resurrection is that the soul is not lost.
The consequence of dying at the hands of Slaanesh is that the soul is pulled into the opponent's realm.
Strange voices surrounded Urian, as if mocking his powerlessness.
Urian hid in his own autopsy room, but the swaying lights and moving shadows told him that physical defenses could not stop these demons.
He opened the soul-gathering coffin he carried with him, and his works were placed inside.
An invisible spectre created from painfully twisted flesh.
This is his most perfect masterpiece. On the battlefield, every time he opens the Soul Gathering Coffin and chants the activation spell.
Invisible ghosts will swarm towards the enemy, tear off his flesh and bring him his head.
This process is very quick.
Before the enemy could react, it was over.
The strange noises were getting closer and closer, and Urian didn't have time to think too much.
He activated the Soul Gathering Coffin, and severe pain surged to his brain.
Weird limbs and twisted shapes kept falling to the ground like broken clay.
In order to save his soul, he committed suicide.
In an abandoned port far away from Comoros, the coffin of rebirth hidden under a building started the resurrection process.
This is a common trick used by the Blood Orcs. Every modified organ in their body has a resurrection mechanism.
Urian struggled to crawl out of the squirming bag of flesh and blood, a twisted smile on his face.
He will not let humans go.
Those damn monkeys destroyed Comoros and his laboratory.
He wanted to use an extremely cruel massacre to declare that Comoros had not been destroyed.
The human empire will pay an unimaginable price for their foolish actions.
A strange, cold wind blew past Urian's ears, as if a living creature was blowing gently on his back.
The Blood Orc Grandmaster, who was still fantasizing about how to take revenge on humans, felt a chill on his face.
The aliens and wandering merchants wandering the abandoned docks heard a desperate howl.
When they arrived at the secret place where the Blood Orcs kept the Coffin of Resurrection, this sadistic guy had been tortured to death in an extremely cruel way.
The painful and twisted expression on his face was like the final mark left behind by the soul being pulled out of the body.
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The destruction of the Comoros was so tragic that it cannot be recorded in words.
The desperate and painful screams continued for many days.
By the time the Empire entered Comoros again, there was no living life there.
Only twisted monsters moved within those cruel, morbid spires.
Azriel issued an extermination order to completely destroy the entire Comoros.
Every Dark Eldar stronghold will be reduced to a ruin with no one knowing its past.
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Guilliman's benevolence and his extraordinary rule are not only manifested in those magnificent warships, but also in every small detail of the Empire.
Facing those soldiers and warriors who were traumatized by the war, Guilliman was not as ruthless and cruel as the High Lords of the past.
Some suitable planets have been selected to serve as treatment or retirement homes for these people.
Grimm was rescued from the Dark Eldar arena.
He was once a Dreadnought of the Black Dragon's Chapter, an ancient warrior buried in a sarcophagus.
Hanging in the arena controlled by the disgusting Dark Eldar in Hespera, becoming the object of their entertainment.
He witnessed the Imperial Guards being thrown into the arena to fight and being slaughtered by gladiators who were skilled in the dance of killing.
Witnessing the fall of one battle brother after another in the fights with the Tyranids, Chaos Warriors, and Orcs, it became a bloody feast for the cheers of the Dark Eldar.
Witness those innocent mortals being thrown into one killing trap after another, running around for their lives, and being toyed with by the crowd.
At one point, Grimm thought that he would never be free.
But fate played a joke on him.
The iron fist of the Empire crushed Commorra's defenses, and new warriors descended from the sky, taking away all the human slaves in the arena.
He watched as the sinful alien city screamed under the ravages of demons and turned to ashes in the Empire's artillery fire.
He was then transported to an agricultural world.
"You need to recuperate here and recover your body. After that, you will have the choice to retire or continue fighting." The dark angel responsible for escorting him and other captives left after leaving this explanation.
Grimm lost his limbs in a battle, which led to him being buried in a Dreadnought Sarcophagus, where he continued to fight as a Dreadnought.
Medical staff placed him on a bipedal walker for mobility.
Using a neural cable system, he can control the system.
The agricultural world he lived in was extremely prosperous and flourishing.
Ninety percent of the planet's land and ocean areas have been opened up to agricultural production.
The planet's orbit is so special that it is summer all year round, providing enough light for the growth of crops.
A large number of ships enter and leave the planet's space station every day.
Transport fertilizers and processed excrement from other planets, and take away their agricultural products.
The permanent population of industrial planets is as high as hundreds of billions.
Plus the needs of industrial production.
Industrial planets generally have no way to deal with their own waste, and due to environmental requirements, they can no longer discharge it at will as in the past.
This forces these industrial planets to process their excrement and hand it over to agricultural planets to complete the cycle.
The empire is a huge circulation system.
The natural cycle of a single planet has been expanded to the level of the entire galaxy.
It is a mandatory requirement for agricultural planets to recycle excrement to supplement original soil nutrients. Only in this way can we ensure that agricultural planets will not become desert planets.
The plants that the land supports need trace elements. If an agricultural planet once produces agricultural products to other planets but does not recycle its waste to replenish the trace elements of the land, it will lead to the gradual desertification of the land.
Even if we use technological means to make up for it, it can only delay the collapse of the agricultural planet and may also lead to an excess of hormones in agricultural products.
Grimm only found out about these things after he arrived at the sanatorium.
The shock this incident brought to him was definitely no less than the shock he had when he was brought back to those magnificent warships.
Transporting agricultural products, recycling excrement, and establishing a natural circulation system would certainly sound simple to young people who have not experienced the dark years of the past. After all, they live in such an era.
But when Grimm was still active in the galaxy and had not fallen into the hands of the Dark Eldar, it was difficult to establish such a system, let alone pass a proposal.
In the past, the governors of each planet were independent and only cared about their own little piece of land, like local tyrants.
The Terra Mountains are high and the emperor is far away, so he can't control them at all.
It is simply impossible to establish an economic circulation system that spans the entire galaxy.
The high lords of Terra have neither the motivation nor the need to do such a thing.
After all, the forces of all parties are complicated and to do such a thing one has to balance the interests of all parties.
For this reason, the high lords did most of the work of watch lake craftsmen.
It is impossible to do anything drastic by just repairing here and patching there.
It was not until the new emperor of the empire, the great Guilliman, awakened from his slumber that he carried out drastic reforms and completed many incredible projects.
The smaller the details, the more they reflect the ability of a ruler.
Protection and subsidies for the agricultural world prevent people from overfishing the agricultural world, and strict laws prevent the industrial world from self-destruction.
These things may not seem as obvious as the strengthening of the empire's warships and armies, but they have also truly changed human life.
The skies of the industrial world are no longer filled with toxic smog and acid rain.
The agricultural world will not be like the previous hive worlds, which collapsed after over-exploiting the land and eventually became a desert world. Humans can only hide in the hives and eat nutritious fungus porridge, barely surviving, and becoming a breeding ground for chaos and aliens.
If an agricultural world cannot even build a hive city, it will quickly lose its vitality and become a forgotten world.
Now, each world has been properly developed.
Ensuring their sustainable development while also tapping their greatest potential.
These are the things that amaze Grimm.
The once decadent empire is transforming into what people dream of.
Grimm is in a nursing home, having surgery to restore his limb.
The development of the empire's medical technology has made it possible to regenerate severed limbs, and the price is very low, even ordinary people can afford it.
Every day, his job is to walk on the balcony with a cane, trying to make his limbs flexible as soon as possible.
As a veteran, Grimm has zero skills other than fighting.
Since he was selected into the Black Dragon Regiment at the age of fifteen, he has been learning how to kill the enemy quickly and effectively.
The Astartes were doomed to an eternity of peace.
The hospital is in a good location. Standing on the balcony, you can overlook a huge orchard and an aquaculture base near the sea.
Grimm was born in a cruel era where people abandoned many of their finer tastes in order to survive.
Tyranids, aliens, traitors, countless enemies have overwhelmed the Empire.
Human beings plunder everything they have and constantly exploit themselves in order to fight against those terrible enemies and figure out how to survive.
Now, the situation is completely different.
Under the leadership of Guilliman, humanity has become the most powerful force in the galaxy.
People began to pursue many things other than survival.
The hospital is in a great location and the buildings blend perfectly with nature.
Grimm stood beside the balcony, the sea breeze blowing against his face, bringing with it a hint of fishy smell.
Children were playing on the beach, using small buckets to scoop up seafood washed up by the waves.
Some couples shyly held hands, walked barefoot on the beach, letting the cold sea water wash their ankles.
So beautiful, so peaceful.
No gunfire, no screaming.
Grimm thought he would never see such a scene again.
He put down his crutches, leaned on the railing, and looked at the warm scenes.
No more worrying about the impending death.
Let those warm images wash away my dark memories in Comoros.
At this moment, he felt that everything he had insisted on was meaningful.
Everyone will live like a human being, no longer a cold number, and will not be ruthlessly consumed like a bullet.
"You look very touched."
A gentle voice sounded, and Grimm turned around and saw a middle-aged female doctor in a white coat.
His face was very gentle and looked non-aggressive.
Grimm assessed the difference between the two and concluded that even if he still had the flexibility to use his limbs, he could easily strangle the female doctor.
He grabbed the opponent's throat like grabbing a chicken and broke it easily.
"I was born for war." Grimm suppressed his tyranny and said calmly.
"I know you, Astartes, angels of war. You are His Majesty's sharpest sword and our guardians." The female doctor walked to Grimm's side, leaned on the railing with her hands, and looked into the distance.
The sea breeze blew her soft long hair and brushed across her face that was as white as jade.
"You shouldn't be so close to me. It's very dangerous. Our spirits have been traumatized, and being too close will cause us to activate self-defense. In fact, according to previous procedures, I should receive treatment from the Chapter Priest instead of staying in this sanatorium."
"Times have changed." The female doctor smiled and said, "The great Majesty changed everything and reshaped the galaxy and the human race. I can see the hesitation and resistance in your eyes. You fought all your life in the name of the late emperor, but after being rescued, you learned that her son sat on the supreme throne."
"From the day I received training, I was taught to be loyal to the Emperor, to fight for humanity, and never compromise." Grimm did not refute the female doctor's words, "Even if I fell into the hands of the Dark Eldar, I never forgot this mission. I endured the humiliation and the grief of losing my brothers only because I swore to fight for the Emperor until the last moment."
"When I was rescued, the Emperor had passed away, and the Empire was handed over to the returning Primarch. Everything felt so strange to me that I wondered if I should die with the destruction of Commorragh. In that case, at least I wouldn't have to face the inner turmoil."
"I understand you. Not everyone can calmly accept the changes of the times." The female doctor tapped her hand in the air, and a light screen appeared in front of the two. "I am your psychotherapist, Grimm. I have been ordered by the Military Affairs Department to evaluate and treat your mental state to ensure that you can return to the battlefield."
"I don't need treatment." Grimm said, "My will is as strong as a rock. If you put me on the battlefield, I can take up weapons and kill the enemy. This is my mission and my duty."
"You are not a tool, Grim. Even if you are an Astartes warrior, you are also a living person. Don't regard yourself as a tool. War is not everything to you." The female doctor smiled and said, "What the Empire needs is a healthy warrior, not a berserker who drives himself crazy in repressed silence."
"What would happen if I refused your treatment and evaluation?" Grimm asked.
"You will be forced to retire. The psychological construction of the army is an indispensable part. Soldiers who are lost in killing and silence are the favorite prey of our enemies."
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metropolis.
"If you and I join forces, we can definitely deal a heavy blow to Roboute Industries." Bruce found his nemesis, the Joker.
The Joker, like Batman, is a symbol of Gotham City.
No gangster would dare to mess with this guy with a funny face.
Even Bruce had a headache with his enemy.
He tried to arrest the Joker many times, but he always managed to escape cleverly.
Of course, there have been collaborations between the two of them.
Every collaboration can be described as perfect.
"It's really surprising." The Joker tilted his head and looked at the fully armed Batman with a crazy smile. He walked in front of the other party in a weird posture and said, "After suppressing it for so long, you are finally willing to expose your true nature, Bruce."
"I'm just doing it for justice, to stop the evil plot of Roboute & Co." Bruce slapped away the Joker's hand that was trying to touch his face, and said in a deep voice: "You and I are not the same kind of people, and we will never be, Arthur. I will never become a madman like you, a monster who worships chaos."
"Then why did you come to me?" The clown grinned, revealing his yellow, saliva-covered teeth, which were very sharp, just like a vampire.
"You want to overthrow Roboute Corporation, don't you? You want to overthrow the order that you don't like and that has no place for you. Just like me, I hate Gotham City that you control and I want to destroy everything."
"You want to overthrow Roboute Corporation, expose their hypocritical mask, and tell everyone in this world that Roboute Corporation's rule is a conspiracy, a shameless conspiracy."
The Joker opens his arms like a mad orator, and his only audience is his nemesis.
"Look at your heart, Bruce. You are not a hero. You are just a despicable beast like me, a shameless clown who craves chaos and attention. When your bat mark was shot over Gotham City, you knew your true nature, didn't you? The feeling of being needed and sought after is so intoxicating."
"I didn't." Bruce clenched his fist and said coldly.
"No?" The Joker said sarcastically, "Then why did you invite me to fight against Roboute Corporation? Invite a criminal, a murderous madman, to fight against a company that could potentially save all mankind."
"Robot Corporation will only lead the world into the abyss."
"Hahaha, this sentence is very much like Lex's style, that is, the scientist who opposed Superman. The Justice League will only bring the world into the abyss. Look at those people outside. When they talk about Roboute Corporation, they are as excited as when they talked about you."
"The Justice League and Roboute Corporation are not the same concept at all." Bruce retorted: "Robot Corporation is thinking about how to rule the world, while the Justice League wants to protect people's lives and work and live happily."
"Aren't ruling the world and protecting people's peace and happiness the same thing? The Justice League has already defined people's happiness and the definition of peace and happiness. You demand that cities be free of street crime and that human society run according to your rules. Isn't that ruling?"
"What's wrong with fighting crime? Those people can solve their problems through normal channels. Why do they have to use such extreme methods?" Bruce said.
"When the French people started the riot, the king also thought so. Why were these civilians unwilling to solve the problem according to the law? Why did they use such extreme methods? Crime has never been the cause of social unrest. It is a feedback from problems in the operation of the social system. I hate you superheroes because you are so self-righteous. Everything you do is meaningless."
Bruce grabbed Arthur's throat and said, "I don't need your preaching, Joker. Don't try to mislead me. I know you were expelled from Gotham City because of Robbottom. They wanted to capture you, take out your brain lobe, and make you a poor puppet. Don't you want revenge?"
"Why do you want revenge?" Even though his neck was being strangled, the Joker still had a smile on his face. "The punishment for the crime is the iron law of human society. Roboute Company knows this very well. They will not let me go, because only my death can tell the people of this world this ancient code, and no one can be an exception. That way, they can gain people's trust."
"Superheroes violate this rule, and your justice is destined to be abandoned by the people. Do you think you are fighting street crime? What you are fighting is people's dissatisfaction and hatred towards society. You are worried that the impact on those extremely vicious criminals will be too great, and you are also worried about the impact on those high-ranking criminals. In the end, those laws only fall on those honest guys. Those crimes are their venting, their roar against injustice."
"If crimes are not severely punished, then what qualifications do you have to ask people to remain kind? I won't cooperate with you, Bruce. Compared to defeating them, I would rather see the Justice League fall apart. I know they can do it. In the past, it was always the righteous heroes who defeated the evil villains. Soon, I will see the heroes thrown into prison in an embarrassed state."
The Joker's ridicule made Bruce completely lose his mind.
What's wrong with justice
What's wrong with cracking down on those crimes
Why, why are these guys always like this
Like those stupid people, they don't support the heroes who stand for justice
Damn Roboute & Co., they want to rule the world, can't those idiots see that
The Justice League is defending the world's peace.
Defend people's happy life and defend their freedom from infringement.
Didn’t Roboute introduce nuclear fusion energy
Isn't it promoting the reform of medical care and education? !
Why are people nowadays so stupid that they are attracted by such small favors and forget the contributions of the Justice League
Wearing armor, he exerted a little force and heard a click.
He broke Arthur the Joker's neck.
A lightning figure appeared beside Bruce, it was the Flash - Barr.
The scene that came into view made the young Bal look shocked and a little frightened.
Bruce actually killed the Joker.
"You shouldn't do this. We don't have the power to kill him." Bal stuttered a little.
He walked over to the clown, who was no longer breathing.
The Joker is just a human being.
If the Justice League had not believed in the rule of not killing and wanted to hand the criminals over to the court for trial, the Joker would have died long ago.
Bruce attacked in anger, so how could the Joker have a chance to survive
"For a long time, we have been wrong. Our soft-heartedness has put us at a disadvantage in the confrontation with Roboute & Co." Bruce did not look at the Joker's body. The death of his old enemy made him feel like a huge weight had been lifted off his heart.
At this moment, some constraints were untied, making him feel relieved.
"This is a war, Barr, a war that will determine the future." Bruce said: "The Joker refused to join us, and keeping him will only increase the variables."
Bal looked at Bruce, his heart full of confusion, but Bruce still convinced him.
The Justice League has been around for so long.
Bruce's reputation is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
The Batman symbol is not only the pillar of Gotham City, but also the pillar of the Justice League.
"Let's go back. We have to discuss the next plan. We must not fail again. We have to defeat the Roboute Group and rescue Clark." Bruce said, "We will win this war."
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Titus's team has been communicating with the Empire without interruption.
After capturing Superman, Titus and his team sent a lot of data about Kryptonians to the Empire.
The Mechanicus were very excited, and the technology from the alien universe gave them a lot of inspiration.
However, the attack of the Justice League also made the Empire aware of the crisis.
It is not easy for the empire to gain a foothold in every universe.
After research, in order to protect the empire's pioneering achievements.
Sanguinius, who had just arrived at Outpost No. 1, encouraged the people and then set off again, preparing to enter the new universe and find a way to completely eliminate the Justice League and the indigenous government and consolidate the empire's pioneering achievements.
After this period of development, the cross-universe road has become much more stable. The only shortcoming is that there is still no way to deploy large warships and large-scale imperial troops.
We can only send elite teams into the target universe.
Sanguinius entered the new universe without encountering any crisis.
In Gotham City's still-functioning underground research facility, Sanguinius's arrival caused a frenzy among the Imperial personnel.
The presence of a Primarch in person gave them more confidence.
"Lord Sanguinius." Titus also ventured back from Star City to personally greet Sanguinius.
The top executives of Roboute Corporation have always been the focus of the Justice League's investigation.
Once they discover our traces, they will definitely launch a series of sniping attacks and offensives.
For this reason, the top leaders left Gotham City, leaving only a secretly operated underground research institute to ensure communication with the empire.