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

Speaking of Lanke, this manager who is quite talented in making money and improving production is being carried by the Skinner. He and this group of monsters that smelled of putrefaction and fresh blood slid across the side of the dimension.

After witnessing a distorted scene that could not be remembered or understood, Lanke's feet finally touched solid ground that could be stepped on.

Vomiting a large mouthful of fragments of internal organs and life-extension prosthetics, Lanke felt extreme pain. His body squeezed by the side of the dimension was slowly expanding. He felt like dough being crushed by a rolling pin. .

"Collaborator, your attitude this time is quite disobedient." The cold voice passed into Lanke's ears. Different from the messy and harsh noise of the skinner, this voice was so elegant and rational, intoxicating those who listened to his words. in.

If a radio station can hire this person as a broadcaster, then this radio station will win 100% listening rate.

Lanke was still feeling uncomfortable. He raised his head with difficulty and saw a metal skeleton staring at him. This skeleton is not covered with skin, flesh and bones, but is decorated with ornaments made of precious metals and gorgeous gems.

There was a stitched cloak hanging behind him. Judging from the familiar texture and color, this cloak was made of flesh and blood.

"Ahem..." Lanke wanted to say something, but he could only cough up more internal organs. The metal skeleton standing in front of him also treated him before Lanke was able to speak in full.

"This is different from what we discussed... Your men lost control... They killed all the food reserves!"

"Out of control? Oh haha... This really reminds me of something." The metal skeleton pinched Lanke's waist with one hand and lifted him up, and pinched Lanke's head with the other hand, "Thank you for helping us We have provided a stable supply, but now that the situation has changed, there is no need to wait and see.”

"But...our agreement!"

"This is why you are still alive today. We are very contractual in telling you that we have unilaterally terminated the contract."

Ranko's head was torn off and pulled out of his body along with his spine. The metal skeleton threw away Lanke's remains, and the long-awaited skinners swarmed in and began to decompose Lanke's body.

"I never knew that the Lost Lord Vargul would make deals with humans. I always thought you saw them as meat." A voice came from the shadows.

"If you didn't come, I would indeed be happy to do some trading with this group of meat and grains. He is a very capable man and provides a stable meat tax. But it is a pity that we no longer need him."

The Lost Lord Vargul sighed as he watched more and more Skinner plundering fleets follow their instincts and come here.

Those putrid ships carrying the ghouls on them were parked in Drazaar's orbit. With the activation of Drazaar's surface teleportation array, massive amounts of fresh meat were dropped onto these newly arrived ships.

New flesh and blood is consumed quickly and replenished quickly. A gap opened in the sky, and fresh flesh and blood poured down like a majestic waterfall, pouring into Drazal's surface trenches and sent to the storage tanks of each teleportation array.

The voice came again, asking with a sense of surprise, "How many worlds have you made deals with?"

"The entire Ghoul Sector is under our control, and every living governor on the world serves our threat... Either bring others up, or bring yourself up, it's not a problem The problem."

The Varghul are very satisfied with the terrifying order they have created in the Ghoul Sector, and they have established strongholds in the shadows of every world populated by creatures. By inviting the planet's powerful people to Drazaar, many would break down and enter into a life-saving pact with Val'ghul.

These people will provide Drazal with a stable source of flesh and blood. Political opponents, prisoners, gang members, devout believers, greenskins, aliens... as long as it is fresh meat, their identities will not affect the meat production rate except for Will affect the skinner's skill in dissecting flesh.

"Those Space Marines think they can drive away our influence... We are just too lazy to surround them... The Storm King involves too much of our power." Varghul walked among the Skinners, and every time he got close to a group of devouring animals, Skinners, these Skinners would momentarily pause their movements to pay Varghul a hoarse respect.

Waving in return with satisfaction, Valgur returned to his throne. From a throne decorated with broken bones and blackened skin, he had a perfect view of his reign.

The number of Skinners here is so exaggerated that it can be seen from the patterns on their chests that they are not from the same dynasty.

These undead warriors infected by the Skinned Ones gathered in Drazal, and even gathered in more secretive and safe pocket spaces to wait for the hunting moment.

A heavy table was brought in by the Skinner and placed in front of the throne. The table is not clean, and the mottled marks are difficult to wash away and remain on the surface for a long time.

Dishes were served one after another, and scary, deathly figures were also sitting on their seats. Although these Necrontyr nobles wore garb of dark gold jewels, their pauldrons were exceptionally ornately designed. But these nobles hid under the bones and flesh, and showed a strong desire when facing the fresh pieces of meat stained with blood and bubbling on the table.

They roared, completely lacking in aristocratic manners. Like a wild dog that only fights for food.

ding ding dong.

The crisp clanking sound of metal attracted the attention of these carnivorous nobles. Varghul stood up from the throne, holding a goblet carved from the skull of the Eldar in his hand.

"Everyone, cheer for this harvest! We have collected enough flesh and blood to start the ceremony from the planets in the star region. Of course, to be able to do this, we must thank the King of Silence for sending us An unexpected gift.”

Valgur greeted the nobles, but the nobles were more eager to get Valgur's permission to eat.

A projection was created, showing a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Countless skinners worked among the corpses the size of the mountains and planets. They decomposed pieces of uncorrupted flesh and blood and bathed in the blood.

Judging from the situation on display, this is a group of slaughtered Tyranid swarms. These five Tyranid swarm fleets survived the Silence King's obstruction and appeared in the Ghoul Sector.

They are formidable predators, and any one Hive Fleet can make the Imperium of Man drop everything they are doing and go all out.

If these five hive fleets can absorb the biomass of the Ghoul Sector, then the Human Empire will face the largest foreign invasion since their founding.

But luckily, the skinners took a fancy to the flesh and blood of these bugs.

How do you imagine Primaris Space Marines being sent to Chapters with little communication?

Custodes: The Primarch Guilliman awakens, and this is your Chapter's aid. Collect these seeds and make more warriors, don't screw up.