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

"Ah..." The pastor groaned, his mouth slightly open, looking a little sluggish. It seemed that the previous madness had nothing to do with him.

"What did you hit?" Lin Fan asked Perturabo and received an unexpected answer.

Perturabo shook the needle in his hand and said melancholy, "This is a specialty of a demon planet in the Eye of Terror. This planet is full of dead creature bones. These bones are collected, processed, and bound The unknown soul is finely ground and the hallucinogen produced is of amazing quality.”

"It sounds like something like drugs..."

"I've become a demon? Do you think I still care about this?"

"What about his effect?"

"It can make people see hallucinations. That's all he wants to realize."

When Perturabo said this, his tone was a little heavy. Lin Fan saw that Perturabo was not very interested and did not continue to ask.

Sure enough, as Perturabo said, the priest was stunned for a while and then started to giggle. It was a very simple and joyful laugh, with a hint of excited crying. He didn't know that deep down in his heart, the priest wanted to see something. What.

"Okay, that's it for this ship. You Spirit Tribes must have a way to lock these guys up. This brat and I will go to the next ship to have a look."

Perturabo dragged Lin Fan and left quickly. Before leaving, Lin Fan lowered the coffin he was carrying behind him.

The iron maiden-looking coffin was opened, and inside was the man-eating shark third company commander Bashar, who was fixed with various instruments.

This Bashar fell into a deep sleep and knew nothing about the situation in the outside world.

Ifreni called the Death Army to take control of the strike cruiser and gathered the remaining mortals on the ship to take care of it.

Mortal servants and shark warriors were placed in the most spacious hall of the ship. There were statues in the shape of space warriors and icons symbolizing the emperor. It seemed to be a place for prayer and worship.

The mortal servants were imprisoned together in cages made of spirit bones, and Ifreni also prepared a certain amount of water and food for them.

As for the Man-Eating Shark, the control is tighter. The spiritual bones are like the silk web spun by a spider, entangling the body of each Man-Eating Shark warrior.

Mortals watched in the spirit bone prison as the Death Army controlled the Man-Eating Shark Warriors, and they thought about their fate in fear.

They remembered how the Dark Eldar raiding groups burned, killed, and looted the battleships, leaving bloody butchery art under each surveillance device to intimidate the survivors.

Although the costumes of these aliens are very different from those of the Dark Eldar, they cannot tell what the alien armor represents.

"There is hatred and fear in their eyes..." Visage approached Ifreni and stood behind her.

"That's why I didn't bring out the people from Comoros. They would irritate these humans, even if they have no ill intentions..."

"No." Visage looked at Efreni's back and glanced at Efreni's pretty body with an imperceptible gaze.

There was a hint of admiration in his eyes, but also a hint of dissatisfaction.

This complicated look was well concealed by his bishop's helmet. Efreni just turned back calmly and looked into Visage's eyes, wanting to hear what he would say next.

"We shouldn't have so much tolerance for humans. You must know that they are xenophobic in nature. You have also seen how murderous those humans called man-eating sharks are towards us."

"I know." Ifreni was not surprised by Visage's remarks. This mentor on her path of learning has always been wary of humans, which is both good and bad for the Death Army.

"Perhaps you don't know, but you are so submissive to him that you look like his servant. A little pet who is left to his own devices!"

"It's too much Visage..." Ifreni was very dissatisfied with Visage's tone. She stared at Visage coldly, her long blade ready to be unsheathed.

"We should be looking for the Ark, not here dealing with human affairs."

"We asked him for help. This was just a hiccup in our search."

"But you didn't say a word of resistance! When he decided to help the human fleet, you were silent. Imagine if the Comorian raiding group did not leave suddenly, but sent a message to us, what would you choose? ? Help him kill his own people? Huh?"

Visage's questioning made Efreni unable to resist. She was indeed glad that the unknown conspiracy group had left. If a fight really broke out, she didn't know how to appease the unity of the Death Army.

"But... so what?" Ifreni sighed deeply. She looked at Visage seriously, "What can we do if we resist? You saw it in Comoros. He is extraordinary. It goes without saying that he has the Primarch by his side, and behind him are the Emperor and the Lord of Desire... What can I do? Besides, it was he who gave me the Sword of the Crone from the Lord of Desire. ’s... He is also trying his best to eliminate the conflicts between humans and elves.”

Efreni paused for a moment, hoping that Visage could understand the helplessness in her words. I also remembered Lin Fan’s accurate evaluation of the Spirit Tribe when he and I were communicating alone.

"You don't understand what alliance is, and helping each other is so foreign in your culture, so you always use topics of honor and racial superiority to cover up the problem of your poor alliance."

Perhaps this is what Visage is worried about. He says that the Eldar are superior to humans and are more worthy of becoming the masters of the universe and the center of the alliance. In fact, it was to cover up the fragility of their alliance.

There is no shame in working with a Lord who can communicate with and dominate the Lord of Desire.

It's just that Lin Fan didn't fully control a xenophobic empire, and getting too close to today's humans would put the remaining Eldar races at too great a risk.

Visage still remembers that the alliance treaty in Comoros was limited to a few insiders. Compared to the human empire as a whole, this alliance agreement was equivalent to waste paper.

Visage sighed painfully and sincerely suggested to Efreni, "We should plan ahead...the fate must be in our hands instead of praying for his mercy and mercy. If one day he changes, We are just lambs to be slaughtered, fish on the chopping board.”

"He..." Efreni closed her eyes, recalling Lin Fan's promise to her and his vision for the alliance.

After Efreni's recollection ended, she opened her eyes and looked at Visage firmly, speaking word by word.

"Maybe the human race is not worth fighting for, but that doesn't mean his ideals are not worth fighting for... He is willing to believe in me unconditionally, and I am willing to believe in him unconditionally. It's that simple."

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