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

Amaraga felt his body being locked by Archon Arendnar, and he sighed, "Who are you?"

"I am Arendnar."

"ridiculous..."

The cyst on the back shot out high-speed flesh thorns. These pale flesh were hard and sharp, sweeping across the figure of Archon Arendnar.

A dull sound penetrated the ground. Amalaga didn't even turn his head. Instead, his back grew eyes and a face. Those joints that were changed into universal joints didn't need to be considered at all. That's the front.

Looking at Archon Arundenar running towards him, Amaraga twirled his fingers, as if activating something, "You should know that this is Comoros... and I live here. The urban area will last tens of thousands of years..."

"I penetrate this city...like my body..."

Amalaga raised his hand, and the ground in front of him squirmed with his thoughts. The internal structure of these building materials for the construction of Comoros was contaminated by the assimilation cells that Amalaga had long mixed into them.

These cells have been dormant for so long, waiting for their master's call, and now Amalaga wants to mobilize these long-awaited servants.

Not picky at all, assimilative cells thrive from within these materials and then break out.

Amalaga controls the assimilation cells in these buildings as if he has the authority of a god, and the entire area moves according to his thoughts.

A wave of buildings rushed towards Archon Arendnar as if they were coming to life. His feet were also quickly opening up the dark cracks, trying to swallow him directly.

But Archon Arendnar showed strength he was not supposed to possess and agility that was exceedingly high by Dark Eldar standards.

A spear in his hand creates tunnels and holes in the huge waves of rocks. Every time, before the cracks completely open, he can rely on his speed to escape the fate of falling into the abyss.

"What a hassle..."

Amaraga looked at Arendnar like a hungry hound that had smelled bones, trying desperately to rush to him, "Who are you, and what do you want these for?"

Raising his hand suddenly, the ground where Amalaga was standing rose up, and at the same time, the page of Reese with the 12 mantras written on it was raised to the high sky. Amalaga saw the soles of his feet. That small figure felt that it would take some time for him to climb this unstable mountain.

This paper must be obtained. Amalaga held the page in his hand without taking any protective measures. He felt that his hand hurt badly.

It must be sent to the rebirth room...prepare the teleporter...

In the middle of the mouth on the left and right is a sutured wound. Where it was torn open, there was a mysterious spherical creation placed inside, suspended in Amalaga's hollow brain ventricle, and activated according to his thoughts.

Although from the outside, it looks like Amaraja is about to eat the Page of Reese with his mouth wide open.

A spear hit Amaraga's head, and then a blue figure appeared in the vision behind Amaraga.

"How is this possible? He shouldn't have gotten up here so quickly."

No one came to answer Amalaga's question, and the Page of Reese he almost swallowed was knocked away by the blue giant's palm.

"Bastard!"

Amalaga was so angry that he lifted all the restrictions of the millions of compressed bones on his body, allowing his flesh and blood to be completely released.

The suddenly expanded meat ball knocked away the spear and squeezed the giant away. The buildings infected by the assimilation cells on the ground were attracted to the meat ball in the air of Amalaga, and at the same time, the one floating in the wind was also trapped in it. Page of Rhys.

The blue giant was in a panic, and the spear that had been knocked far away turned into fragments and flew towards him, and was reassembled in his hand.

This spear and its owner opened a path under the pressure of the mountain of meat. The high-speed swing and cutting were as efficient as a meat grinder for breaking meat, but he could only manage not to be crushed by the mountain of meat in front of him. , that's all...

"It doesn't make sense to go on like this...it has to be used again..."

The giant waved his spear. He had used it once before to quickly climb the sudden rising peak, and now, he was going to use it next time...

The price is so high... but letting a crazy blood pity master master this miracle puts the entire universe in danger.

The giant spoke, and endured the pain to utter a word.

"stop"

Everything stopped, completely still, the particles and electrons in the space stopped moving, the air stopped flowing, and the ferocious meat mountain turned into a crazy statue.

The giant felt his whole body sinking into stagnant coldness. He knew that his heart had stopped beating and his blood had become thicker. My muscles stiffened and my thoughts began to go numb.

He desperately squeezed the limits of his body, moving in this stagnant space and time, approaching the place where the Page of Reese was devoured.

"By the way, why did it stop?"

The unfamiliar voice came, so abrupt in this completely dead space.

How can this be? It is impossible for someone to move under the words "stop", and the air stops vibrating, how does the sound come? Could it be that the real Creator appeared in front of him?

The giant tried his best to look back in the direction of the sound, only to see a ragged human standing in the distance with his hands on his hips, watching him and the fully released Amalaga...

The Creator...is actually like this?

I feel that my thoughts have become smooth again, the electronic particles in the space have returned to their path of movement, and the viscous air has changed from being difficult to push to becoming light and weightless.

Everything in front of him began to become vivid, and Amalaga's crazy mountain of flesh pressed down on the distracted giant.

"....it's over..."

A sigh was heard, and the giant was pushed down to the ground by the mountain of flesh. He did not know whether he was alive or dead in the thick rain of smoke and flesh-crushing flesh.

Amaraga's body in the center of the meat mountain was sweating profusely because he had just seen the canned monkey disguised as Archon Arendnar in front of him penetrate hundreds of meters of his flesh in an instant.

He could be sure that what happened just now was without any involvement of spiritual energy or technology. Just like the birth and death without any reason, he just traveled through his flesh and blood without any reason.

He was about to approach the Page of Reese that he was protecting.

Today is such a good day...so many mantras appear in front of him. Could it be that the Creator is taking pity on him, Amalaga?

But...why did he suddenly become stunned during the attack?

Amalaga followed the giant's attention and saw a strange monkey walking towards him.

An Eldar Ark, this thing is much larger than the Spear of Aton.