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

The big fish eats the small fish, and one thing kills another. Although these Tyranid swarms fought desperately before dying, they could not survive for long in the wave of elusive Skinners.

A webway gate embedded in the black stone spire was opened, and Vargur was even more happy. He raised the wine glass in his hand, poured it into his mouth, and drank it all. "Oh look, he's a collaborator of Alaitoc's Ark!"

Eldar in blue armor and yellow helmets emerged from the Webway gates, led by a prophet and flanked by elite rangers armed with lances.

But these are not all of the Eldar troops. In Valgur's sight, in the folds of space covered by psychic equipment, there is an army composed of the souls of the Eldar.

Raising his hand to stop the Skinners' impulse, Varghul gave the Eldar Seer a fully safe environment to communicate.

The melodious voice reverberated under the influence of the prophet's helmet, making the prophet's true voice impossible to capture. The prophet stretched out his long-edged scepter towards Valgul and said coldly, "The position of our people ..."

"Oh, hehe, you like working so much, don't you? Come and try the food?" Vargul was very hospitable and asked a few skinners to bring stools. Valgur pointed to the new stools that had been brought in and the dishes that had not been touched on the table and introduced them carefully.

"Have you seen this bone as white as jade? Does it look familiar to you? It is made from the leg bones of a child from the Eldar race who has not yet grown up. In a race with low fertility like yours, you can find so many Leg bones are really not easy.”

"...Prophet...let me kill this bastard with one shot..." A ranger couldn't bear the humiliation and tightened his grip on his gun.

Valgul did not care about the ranger's hatred, but still entertained the guests with a lively tone.

"Hmm~ There is also this dish~ It's delicious~" He picked up a gorgeous and luxurious plate. This plate was assembled from sparkling soul stones. There were some big and some small, but they were not perfectly sealed, and blood flowed from the gaps. It dripped down and flowed onto the table, turning into pieces of blood tofu that had not yet solidified.

"Oh~ Lord Talamaco, it's a bit rude of you to do this~" Valgul knocked down the skinner who tried to jump on the table to lick it, and placed the plate in front of the prophet Alaitok.

The prophet suppressed the anger and hatred in her heart. She stiffly raised her mask, looked at Vargul's cold metal face, and responded to his passion with silence.

Valgur finally showed a hint of madness hidden under his elegant nature. After all, among a group of madmen, the more normal one seems to be the more insane. He was getting closer and closer to the prophet, and the evil spirit and soulless chill in his body infected the Eldar warriors.

They wanted to attack the Lost Lord, but they saw the tragic scene of themselves being dismembered in the virtual image that flashed before their eyes.

Valgur held the prophet's hands proudly and forcefully, and put the bloody tray in his hand into hers.

"Would you like to have a taste?"

The prophet's gauntlets were stained with blood. She looked at Vargul's huge, cold body, looked over his shoulder, and saw the army of skinners surrounding him.

The craft world of Alaitok hates the undead so much that they are more willing to put their efforts into destroying the tombs of the undead than the invasion of Chaos.

But facing the mad king of the Ghoul Sector, the prophet knew that he had no chance of winning. Not to mention that this mad king still holds precious information about two Arkworlds.

For today's Eldar, the destruction of the two Arks is unimaginable. This was a few more nails hammered into their already closed coffin.

The prophet held up a tray made of tribesmen soul stones in pain. She could hear the pain of the tribesmen souls in these soul stones, but she could do nothing but pick up one of the pieces on the plate following Valgul's order. Meat.

This meat is definitely the dissected Eldar, and it is the body of the Wild Eldar. It is unknown how many of their relatives these skinners have killed.

The prophet thought painfully, and her eyes under the helmet were filled with tears of sadness and anger. She patted the piece of meat on her helmet and stuffed it into the mouth design, just like a skinner eating. Looks the same.

When the piece of meat got stuck on the helmet and couldn't fall off easily, Vargul's applause of satisfaction came. "Very good, this is the attitude a collaborator should have."

"So what do we want..." The prophet's tone was very low, and the Eldar warrior responsible for protecting her also lowered his head sadly.

But Valgul didn't care what these Eldar would think of their own incompetence. He put a hand into the cloak behind his back, and the cloak grew a mouth, and then spit out a pyramid made of black stone.

"Everything you want is here. It's a pleasure to work with you~ I'll give you this exquisite plate. Enjoy it on the way, so that no one will say that we at De Lazare are not hospitable."

"No more cooperation...I will destroy you filth next time..."

"Weak people always like to say harsh words before leaving."

The people of Alaitok's Ark disappeared into the gate of the webway. The prophet picked up the black stone pyramid and used spiritual energy to stimulate the device to start.

A star map of the Ghoul Sector appeared in front of the warriors. Deep in the dark debris of the stars, two huge red dots flashed. The Oracle of Alaitoc knew that there was the location of the missing Arks of Bietan and Iyanden.

A burning sensation came from the prophet's arm. Amidst the buzzing sound and the sound of carving stone, a crystal on her arm had an extra side, and at the same time, there were many more coordinates of the tomb world.

The prophet looked at these coordinates and was a little distracted. She didn't react until the flesh on her helmet fell off.

She originally thought that the ancient crystal map found by Alaitoc was the key to destroying the undead. These crystals recorded the location of each tomb world in the galaxy. Alaitoc's Ark could also use this to find the sleeping tombs of the undead and place them there. Captured Skinners are thrown into graves.

It was a pleasure to watch ancient enemies turn into a bunch of mindless beasts, but now, this situation has gone beyond their imagination.

How could she and the other prophets have imagined that the Skinned Ones would be so closely packed together? She was horrified by the thought of the scale of Drazal's Skinners.

Thousands of years of destruction have created a formidable enemy for this universe, a corpse-eating nation powerful enough to make Tyranid swarms turn around and flee.

"Let's rescue them first... and then give a warning to the Human Empire... I hope they can understand the warning in our mouths and don't treat them as maliciously as before." The prophet sighed, and then led The men and horses disappeared into the structure of the Webway.

Stavin, where did you go? Oh, you know, monkey friends.