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

A group of metal skeletons covered in dried skin and flesh slid across the side of the dimension and suddenly appeared next to Trazin.

These dried minced skins come in all types, including humans, Eldar, and Tyranids. These undead skinners don't care where the flesh and blood comes from. They only care about whether the flesh and blood is fresh.

These stale flesh and blood exuded a strong rotten stench, and various tendons and bone fragments overflowed in the weird actions of the skinner, as if the skinned person had dropped the frame. A few rotten and green intestines squeezed out from the gaps in the outer bones.

Seeing these skinners so close to him, Trazin screamed in surprise, but kept moving his hands. The Staff of Empathy Annihilation did not have long-range attack capabilities, so Trazin could barely avoid the sharp claws of the skinners. Attack, use the scepter to cut off the skinner's waist with a backhand.

The coffin guards also flashed back to Trazin. The sharp blades in their hands were not only aimed at the Skinners sliding out from the side of the dimension, but they were also wary of the Immortals.

The voices of the victims came from the throats of these skinners, speaking without any logic, like the desperate wails of the dead souls.

When Lin Fan and Efreni saw something was wrong, they immediately jumped down from the top of the pyramid. The Eldar warriors prance through the air with graceful movements, occasionally dodging the Necron warriors' gauss beam fire.

Lin Fan's movements became even faster, and he hit the ground like a cannonball. The sledgehammer in his hand was pointed at the undead warrior, and the scorching light bullets were shot into the living metal body of the undead warrior.

Trazin saw the reinforcements arriving and ordered the coffin guards to open a passage for him. The Coffin Guards faithfully completed Trazin's mission. Their heavy shields and phase swords drove back the attacking Skinners time and time again, and chopped down the Immortals in front of them without emotion.

More and more Immortals were acting up after the Skinner appeared, and disobeying Trazin's orders to stop shooting was the least of them.

The Immortal's cold war mentality is replaced by the Skinned One's frantic thirst for flesh and blood. Infectious diseases need to have a way to spread, but it makes no sense for the crazy thoughts of these skinners to infect other undead warriors.

Neither isolation nor cleanup will curb the spread of the Skinner's crazy thoughts. Those who are not infected can only pray for good luck.

This contamination spreads faster and faster, so much so that Trazin's Coffin Guards have developed Skinner tendencies. Deleting the source code and adding new logic programs again and again, Trazin could not stop the growth of the Skinner virus, and could only sadly execute the infected Coffin Guards.

A skinned man jumped and stretched like a shadow, which was a precursor to his entering the side of the dimension. Trazin knew that this cunning blood-thirsty hunter was trying to launch a sneak attack on him.

His staff of empathic annihilation can shatter Orikan's secrets of manipulating time, but it can't lock on these skinned madmen who slide into the side of the dimension.

No one knows how these skinners slipped into the unknown side dimension. Even the tomb technicians of the dynasty cannot trace the traces of the skinners in reverse.

Maybe a technician successfully locked onto the shadows in the side of the dimension, but the next moment he was also contaminated with thoughts and became one of them.

Trazin was very nervous. Enemies that could not be seen were even more dangerous, especially because these enemies were also strangely contagious.

He didn't want to become a lunatic skinner who only knew how to stuff flesh and blood into the gaps in his body. He would eat some food to gain some interest in life, but stuffing intestines between his ribs was too twisted.

Lin Fan saw that there were fewer and fewer sensible guards around Trazin, and they were running very fast. He didn't even bother to attack the undead warriors around him. He put away his sledgehammer and crossed his arms in front of him. Like an unstoppable dump truck crashing into the array of undead warriors.

"Tarrazin! I'm here to save you!"

A loud shout attracted Trazin's attention, and also drove the flesh-hungry Skinner into madness. They disappeared and appeared next to Lin Fan the next moment, slashing at Lin Fan with their bloody and fleshy claws.

Hundreds of sharp claws rushed towards Lin Fan. The instinctive attack of the skinners caused their own claws to scratch each other first. Some skinners had already pressed their faces against Lin Fan's body, using the grid-like openings in their mouths to kill him. Fighting Lin Fan's flesh to the death.

Each claw shattered, but more claws came. Lin Fan wrinkled his nose when he smelled the mixed, thick rotten odor, and hit a skinner in the chest with his backhand, causing his shattered body to fly hundreds of meters away on the spot.

These metal skeletons disintegrate and then restructure, never getting tired of attacking again and again.

The smell of Lin Fan's meat attracted the attention of almost all the skinners, and more and more skinners gathered around Lin Fan.

"Send them to the subspace!" Ifreni shouted, and her soldiers all took out a whirlpool grenade. The death power of Ifreni surged out and carved a formation at Lin Fan's feet. .

The next second, vortex grenades were thrown around Lin Fan, tearing open cracks in the subspace and sending a large number of Skinners into the subspace.

These skinned ones were swallowed by the rift before they could enter the side of the dimension. They emerge into a garden made of rotting flesh and swamps of decay, and before them lies a vast heap of rotting flesh.

For skinners, the rotten meat is of low quality and extremely filthy. But with such a thirst for flesh and blood, they really had nothing to choose from, and had no choice but to be driven forward by their instinct of thirsting for flesh.

"Oh? Have guests come to my garden?" Rotten Meat Heap heard something, and he slowly looked back, showing what he thought was a gentle and friendly smile.

From the sores, pus and acne on this rotten flesh accumulation, as well as the bones and teeth growing in the cracked belly, it can be seen that this is a great unclean person, and this great unclean person is taking care of a drop. There is thick sputum, and there are bursts of smoke that makes the throat tickle.

The Skinner did not return to the Great Unclean One, but dug and cut into his garden, looking for any scraps of flesh that could be used to fill his body.

"Hey! Wait! You little thieves! Don't destroy my flowers!" The Great Unclean One shook his belly angrily and began to stop these uninvited guests from destroying...

The battlefield returned to calm, leaving only a few deep pits. All the materials existing in those pits were also sent into the cracks. Only Lin Fan was protected by the magic circle and did not disappear in the explosion caused by the vortex grenade.

All the immortals brought out by Trazin have been destroyed, and even two of the powerful Coffin Guards have gone crazy.

This kind of loss was enough to make him feel heartbroken. Lin Fan looked at Trazin's silent back and was ready to comfort him. Who would have thought that the sole of his foot slipped and he stumbled forward a few steps. The nails on his hand just scratched the tower. Racine's back.

Mental states of different classes