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

"Hey, you okay?"

Lin Fan's voice interrupted Trazin's memories, and the overlord turned back to look at Lin Fan. Shaking his head, he told him that things here were over for the time being and that this small dynasty no longer had any units to move around.

"Only these dilapidated buildings remain, recording their past stories..."

Trazin was not very interested. He swept away the Overlord's remains on the throne and found a book among the metal parts.

This book only remains in appearance. It is a miracle that it has not turned into a mass of disintegrating fragments in the baptism of time. The title of the book could not be read clearly, and Trazin could only guess that the book was a diary or a souvenir book. He used a static stance to accurately wrap the book and send it into the pocket space.

"Let's go up there and see how much fresh meat the skinners can plunder this time."

Everyone left this tomb and headed towards the human settlement on the surface.

A portal tore open in the factory's boiler wall, and hot red molten iron poured down towards Trazin. As soon as Trazin raised his hand, the molten iron was frozen in mid-air.

Tragedies caused by the Skinners were everywhere, leaving large pools of blood on the ground, as well as rotten flesh and blood leaking from the gaps in the Skinners' bodies.

Under the shadow of the hundreds of meters high furnace, the sound of stuffing meat could be heard. The skinners with a dull luster were feasting on large pieces of food. Although their eating was just stuffing meat into the gaps, they kept repeating this process. A process until the meat is so rotten that it loses its appearance.

Some of the more skilled peelers can do even better, peeling off the victim's skin more easily than peeling an apple, opening the scalp like tearing open a grapefruit with your hands, making a dull squeaking sound. When you associate this sound with scalps being ripped open one after another, the creepiness will take your breath away.

Skinners wear flesh that remains mostly intact, but the metal protrusions on their bodies cause damage to the skin. The skinners tilted their heads in one direction and in one direction. This movement never stopped. They were like a group of patients suffering from neck pain. They were shaking their heads to break the bones while pulling on the muscles and ligaments, making the sound of stretching belts. .

Mixed with this sound are hoarse and jumbled languages. The Skinners call out to the living, using the voices of various relatives and friends to traumatize the psychological limits of others.

Several gunshots were heard, then silence. The security personnel in the factory area cannot endure this nightmare for long.

"Get away from me! You bastards!" a worker yelled in horror. His fellow workers were cut into steaks and pieces during the resistance. The impact drills in their hands could not protect them.

The worker clawed at a pipe on the wall, trying to escape the attack of the skinners from a height. But he climbed a little too slowly, and the skinner's sharp claws hooked the man's calf. With a gentle pull of the rusty and bloody claws, the calf was separated from the worker's body, including bone and flesh.

I don’t know how he endured such pain. The worker held on for a breath and continued to crawl, letting the blood flow. His calf caused a commotion among the Skinners as the group of metallic ghouls fought over it.

The worker tried to catch his breath. He pressed against the wall and gasped, feeling his body getting weaker and weaker. The bleeding wound on his calf would kill him sooner or later.

"Stay here." The worker heard the order, and then the feeling of a needle pricking from the worker's neck. He immediately felt that his body had regained strength, and the dull pain in his calf was replaced by a sense of itching. .

The worker followed the sound and saw a group of elegant and agile shadows flashing past. "Do ghosts fight ghosts?" he asked himself, then watched the flickering shadows fight among the Skinners.

Swords flashed, sparks flew. Each attack of the Skinners can cause serious injuries, but these shadows can perfectly maneuver among the Skinners.

Ifreni's elite Death Army chopped off the limbs of the Skinned Ones, rendering the ghouls incapacitated. The sledgehammer in Lin Fan's hand was responsible for crushing the skinner's torso into pieces. As for Trazin, he was worried about the skinner's infection, so he just chose a safe position to stand by and watch.

These skinners wandering around the factory finally suffered an effective blow. Their hunting thoughts told them that they should not waste too much time here, and they slipped into the side of the dimension and disappeared one by one.

Lin Fan crushed the metal head of a skinner with his foot, and the survivors in the factory gathered around to express their gratitude for saving their lives.

These workers did not know the Eldar wearing armor. To them, these Eldar wearing full armor were similar in appearance to them, except that they were taller and slender.

"Sir...will those monsters come back?" A worker asked Lin Fan, with fear and confusion in his eyes.

"They will not come back. The Empire will destroy these monsters."

This answer is ambiguous, the Empire says this to all inhuman monsters. However, these workers could not ask for anything more. They could only silently pray to the emperor, hoping that they would not be chopped into pieces next time.

Lin Fan dialed Perturabo's communication and asked about the fighting situation in other areas.

"Those damn things are gone, and they took Ranko away too!" Perturabo was very angry. He stood on a hill made of the remains of a group of Skinners, surrounded by vigilant Space Marines and security guards. .

He is at the junction of the super prison and the factory area, which is connected by a road several kilometers wide. At the end of the road, Perturabo could see the supermax prison gates.

The prison portal made of ceramic steel and rapid concrete is like a fortress, and the narrow shooting ports also serve as windows. However, the large amount of blood sprayed from those shooting ports is enough to know that the situation inside the prison is similar to a slaughterhouse.

Dozens of skinners had been repaired. They tried to stand up from the hillock and attack Perturabo, but Perturabo just stamped his feet hard and used his heavy boots to crush the skinners into thin slices.

"And you losers! In the battle just now, I showed you a big living person! You haven't stopped watching me yet!"

Bashar and Hope lowered their heads with shame on their faces. The battle situation just now was not critical. Although there were so many Skinners pouring out of the prison gate, Perturabo's firepower and command ability were fully utilized.

A hard battle turned into a spring outing, and the mission of these Space Marines was to protect Lanke. As a result, Lanke was taken away by the Skinner who suddenly appeared.

The story of the Imperium and the Mechanicum

Emperor: I will not allow any form of religious belief.

Adeptus Mechanicus: We must keep our faith.

Emperor: This is simply unacceptable! Then it's settled.