Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

This is how Tzeentch feels now. This great game that he has been thinking about hasn't brought him much pleasure yet, and the strong negative feedback has even given him the thought of regret.

No... we can't just admit defeat in front of subjective people... there are still many things we haven't tried yet.

Tzeentch shook his head, and Bai Huan's face disintegrated like mucus, even falling off a lot. When Lin Fan saw this, he just raised his eyebrows and did not ask too much. He only felt that Tzeentch was just a conflict between the divine powers in his body.

In fact, Tzeentch's consumption is very huge. She needs to suppress the divine power in her body while controlling a larger number of degraded bodies. Without the control of Tzeentch, these things would not be able to complete the exquisite coordination of arms, and they could only charge in a crowd like a beheaded insect.

Damn the Silent King...damn the Void Dragon...

Tzeentch's head throbbed. Thousands of degenerate production areas were uprooted by the Silent King. Millions of degenerates were crushed into powder by the Necrontyr's advancement every second. If the degenerate dynasty was not equally difficult to deal with, just relying on The King of Silence and the Void Dragon can directly kill the core.

The huge separation between the front and the rear made support very difficult. Tzeentch could only rely on the troops originally abandoned on the battlefield to fight the newly arrived Imperial troops to prevent the Necrontyr from joining forces with them.

While thinking, the Death Mark assassin who was supposed to trap the landing troops was already standing under the metal wall. In the end, Tzeentch had no choice but to irritably order the Death Mark Assassins to tear apart the metal walls and fight Fulgrim Lorgar and the others head-on.

Countless beams of light shone on the metal walls. These walls, which were only designed to be quick and cheap, should have collapsed like sand, but not even a hole was left in the attack of the Death Mark Assassin.

"Why is that!" Tzeentch smacked his hands and shouted in front of Lin Fan. Lin Fan pressed his nose, spread his hands and curled his lips innocently, shaking his head to show that he didn't know anything.

As bunkers and battlefield environments, these walls are temporarily unbreakable - a victory for the rules.

Tzeentch's face turned red and blue, and finally he sat down again and put on a smile, "Hehe, you have to play games with a smile, I'm not angry."

Then they could only order the Death Mark Assassins to move forward and jump into the pocket space to bypass the wall.

After such a long time, the Emperor's Children and the Word Bearers had already organized a temporary position with a large number of Astra Militarum troops, and all kinds of artillery fire had covered all the areas in front of the metal wall. No matter where the Death Mark assassins jumped out at this time, what awaited them was a ferocious counterattack by the Imperial forces.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter." Tzeentch rubbed the bridge of his nose and casually gave the Death Mark Assassins an order to attack, and then began to prepare for the mobilization of other armies.

Fulgrim and Lorgar swore an oath in front of the Emperor. They expected that the first battle of the landing would be extremely bloody and painful. Both Primarchs were prepared to use their lives to open the way for the Imperial troops.

Who would have imagined that as soon as the floor-to-ceiling wall was hit, there would be no movement. Until the position was basically completed, no enemy came to harass it.

"This is so nonsense." Luo Jia looked sad, which was a kind of pain in the balls that there was no use for.

"Indeed... Tzeentch must have other tricks." Fulgrim agreed in the voice channel. He watched the Eldar bonesingers summoning spirit bones to generate out of thin air at an alarming speed, using those that were easy to carry but defensive. Insufficient heavy firepower position wrapped up.

Then Fulgrim saw a gap in a corner, and a long spear poked out first. Before the Death Mark assassin holding the gun could completely escape from the pocket space, Fulgrim had already raised his gun to shoot, and several explosive shells suddenly fired. Smashed it over.

The reaction at the level of the original body is the most metaphysical detector in the universe. Even the cutting-edge equipment of the Necrontyr cannot be said to be stronger than the original body.

Fulgan's gunshot was undoubtedly a precursor to the start of the battle, and all the soldiers who were a little nervous in the excessive tranquility immediately entered a state of war.

"Enemy attack!"

It wasn't until the Death Mark assassin who was shot by Fulgan fell suddenly that the roars of the noncommissioned officers and political commissars echoed throughout the entire position.

A team of Emperor's Children instantly stood around Fulgrim, holding a storm shield equipped with a power field, a power sword, and a finely crafted bolt pistol.

More and more cracks are opening, and there is no pattern to follow. These Death Mark assassins just find a place where they can come out and jump out together. Even at Fulgen's feet, a Death Mark Assassin quietly poked his head out, and then let Fulgrim step back.

"Don't be afraid of these filths! Warriors of the Empire! Show your loyalty to the great Emperor!" The roars of the nuns are reassuring, although they will always launch a desperate charge because of excessive fanaticism. They even personally executed those friendly troops who were considered unsteady and heretical, but they were indeed a powerful force worthy of trust.

Fulgrim held the head of a Death Mark Assassin in his hand and looked at it. This degraded version of the Death Mark Assassin was still made of solid bones and pale flesh. Its defense was not as good as that of living metal, but it could also look like Rapidly regenerates and reconstructs like living metal.

Moreover, these degraded death mark assassins are more stable than those seen on Cadia. What is sprayed from the muzzle is no longer random things, but neurolysis beams and Gaussian beams that conform to the design of the gun.

Throwing his head aside, Fulgrim raised his gun and led the Emperor's Children to rush left and right. Every position overwhelmed by Deathmark assassins could receive his support in time.

One Hundred Thousand Death Mark Assassins, even the degraded version is terrifying. These specialized assassination units were organized into legions, and then randomly dropped by Tzeentch on the imperial positions, causing a lot of damage.

Every shot means that an Imperial soldier has completely detonated the nerves in his body, and then dies in extremely painful ways. Even Space Marines cannot withstand the attacks of Death Mark Assassins. Those who can withstand one shot and still raise their arms to fight back are already elite.

However, the Emperor's Children are somehow extremely resistant to nerve-disintegrating beams, and almost all of them are able to endure physical pain and mount an effective counterattack after being sneak-attacked by a Deathmark Assassin.

Fulgrim thought for a long time, and finally could only think of the answer in the direction of the Emperor's Son's past corruption. In the pursuit of pleasure, he and the Emperor's Children could be said to have exhausted all means. All kinds of strange drugs were injected into the body without mercy, and the nervous system had long been trained in the long run.

This kind of advantage...it's okay not to...

Fulgrim felt very sad when his thoughts ended, but his hand movements did not stop at all. The guards surrounding his footsteps were like tigers and sheep in the group of Death Mark assassins, and there were only countless wreckage falling on the ground wherever they passed.

The Deathmark Assassins' shots are accurate, but the Emperor's Children's protection is equally good. As soldiers who have survived the Eye of Terror to this day, they each have their own unique skills.