Carrick is a powerful warrior, an elite of slaughter. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe stupid inferior races are not worth mentioning, but he also looks down on his fellow people who are addicted to pleasure and torture.

The only way to kill is worth pursuing for Carrick, but he is defeated by shameless tricks and even more shameless sieges on the ladder.

Carrick was not a noble man. Or rather, the entire Dark Spirit Race has nothing to do with the word noble. However, there are some principles that cannot be violated for Nightmare Demons. And the taint of the promotion duel is undoubtedly like this.

Carrick knew that the pirate prince had saved himself only because he was a powerful warrior, and he hadn't cut off the head of the Ark Spirit because the Spirit Prince was strong enough.

That's why he's here to protect his weak adopted daughter.

Carrick slashed the heads of a row of cultists with a single blow, then leapt into the air, dismantling the blades in his hands, and stabbing them left and right into the bodies of the two Chaos Space Marines.

"Hurry up, I don't have time to rub in with you." He turned back to the huddled group of weaklings, and strode forward without looking back.

He will go back one day and slaughter all the villains, but at the moment, there are more urgent tasks waiting for him, and he has to get things done one by one.

Even though I don't know much about the Elves, I do know what Nightmare Demons mean.

"Wait, you mean, Prince Irio got a dark eldar executioner?"

The Nightmare Demons, the slaughter elite of the Dark Eldars, have a knack for killing and precision as a result of limited records showing that they are much more indifferent than their kind.

"How was he persuaded to help?"

Rita was about to answer me when a voice as low as scraping steel interrupted her.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be probing too much, human."

A figure dressed in pitch-black fitted armor and a hideous mask on his face, holding a huge battle blade, slowly appeared in the darkness.

"There are some things you shouldn't know, human. Also, call me Carrick, don't call me the Dark Eldar, you'd better remember. ”

Seriously, I have mixed opinions about the Dark Elves who slaughtered all sorts of Chaos Humans in front.

On the one hand, he is a dark spirit, and this race is usually characterized by cruelty, unscrupulousness, and extreme cunning.

But on the other hand, Prince Irio has shown so much trust in him that he has asked him to protect his adopted daughter.

Moreover, when the dark spirit clan named Carrick said that he was here to protect the spirit prophet, the expression of disdain and helplessness was intertwined, coupled with the basic information obtained from the Iyanden spirit clan, it can be known that the nightmare demon, a special class of the dark spirit race, is at least very trustworthy as a bodyguard.

And he is strong, and he has really solved a lot of problems for us. Although it is impossible to trust him so simply, at least for the time being, there is no obstacle to fighting together.

The group of us followed Carrick, who was slaughtering the enemy, and watched as Carrick nimbly dodged a chainsaw axe that slashed vertically, and then sliced the Chaos Space Marine in two directly from the waist. A large amount of filthy blood spilled out, staining Karrick's pitch-black armor a bright red, and he continued to stride forward without any hesitation, dismantling the blade in his hand into two smaller power knives.

Because an even more troublesome monster appeared in front of his eyes.

The upper body of the monster was a crimson beast covered in various weapons, and his lower body was like a crab with hideous mechanical feet, and on the whole, it was full of evil and terrifying killing intent.

"Demon Engine, the product of Chaos splicing demons and machines." Patch, the ghostly guard with twin knives, explained, and there was a hint of concern in her words, the subtext of which was: maybe something was in trouble.

But not everyone thinks the way she does. Before he could finish speaking, Carrick rushed forward with his knife in hand.

The Demon Engine let out a shuddering roar, as if furious that such a weak foe dared to provoke it, and then flailed its iron claws in its left hand to grab the Dark Eldar who had lunged on.

But it was clear that the behemoth underestimated his adversary.

Body size cannot be used as the only reference for combat effectiveness.

Carrick twisted himself in the air at an almost unimaginable angle, his toes tapping lightly on the beast's iron claws, then leaping up and slashing at the beast's neck.

The blade that was originally enough to slice through the heavy power armor was only slightly sliced through the armor plate around the behemoth's neck this time.

But Carrick, as if completely indifferent, leaped up again, just in time to dodge the spiked jaw of the behemoth and dodge behind the behemoth.

"You guys, don't come here, this duel belongs to me." Carrick's shrill bass came from behind the Demon Engine.

Then, the Demon Engine let out a wail, and one of its mechanical feet was smoothly sliced through by Carrick's broadsword that Carrick had put together again.

"Since no matter how much I cut you, you won't bleed, so you can just die!"

Carrick swung his knife again, this time slicing off the Demon Engine's right arm. The Demon Engine tried to turn around, but at this moment, in this narrow corridor, its massive body made it almost impossible for him to move.

I'm almost certain that it won't be long before Carrick gets that demon to pieces.

In fact, it was also true that the demon's other arm was cut off. But at this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

The demon let out a high-pitched cry, and from its severed arm, four tentacles stretched out, grabbing Carrick directly before he could react, and throwing him in front of him.

The demon opened his huge mouth, but someone stopped him.

A flash of fire flashed, slicing the tentacle with unmistakable precision, and Carrick got out of the trap and swung the giant knife in his hand, slicing the demon's head cleanly.

"Who did that?" As soon as Carrick landed on the ground, he swung his knife and sliced the immobile demon to pieces, then turned his head to stare at us.

"Don't look over there, Carrick, I did it." An ethereal voice came from the other side of the aisle: "You're still so careless, that's why you're here today." ”

"Lizzy, I knew it was you!" Carrick gritted his teeth.

In our field of vision, a war witch armed with a flaming knife stepped into the hallway.