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

"I thought you would keep them all."

"Am I such a cruel and heartless noble in your eyes?" Valgur asked back to the shadow, and then tapped the table with his fingers. After receiving the order, the corpse-eating nobles jumped on the table to feast.

The disgusting sound of their eating also aroused the appetite of other skinners, and the entire planet was infected with the desire to eat. The sounds from the bloodthirsty zombies on the ground and the flesh and blood palace parked in the sky overshadowed the sound of the flesh and blood waterfall.

This planet is crushing a large amount of fresh flesh and blood. This waste of flesh and blood that cannot be digested and can only be left to rot will make the Tyranids hive heartbroken and die.

Valgur did not crazily stuff meat into the gaps in the skeleton like his men did. He sat elegantly on the throne and cut the meat into long and thin strips in his hands, enough to easily enter the grid in his mouth.

"You're really crazy. You're so crazy that you look like a normal person..."

Hearing this complaint, Valgur chuckled a few times, and then talked about Alaitok's Ark.

"Let them go to the Executioner Dynasty first, because King Amasi is running rampant here, and it's all your fault...Amaraja..."

"Haha... But there are already a lot of sacrifices here, you should thank me."

"Yes, yes." Vargul agreed with Amalaga's statement, and he continued, "Three Eldar Arks, and the Comorian survivor who consciously hid himself well. Plus this whole The fresh life in the sector is indeed enough for us to restart the ceremony. But why are you helping us so much? If it is for power and desire, I think this is not suitable for you."

"Haha!" Amaraga laughed a few times, "I said my purpose is the same as yours, do you believe it?"

"Oh? It seems that people with the same ideals will always attract each other, even if they are of different races. In this case, why don't you go see the gift I gave you? I found a few interesting guys, they It will definitely bring you a surprise.”

Vargul felt Amalaga's shadow disappear, chuckled a few times, and continued to have a crazy banquet with his men. From time to time, he spoke to a skinner noble who was feasting, and warned other skinners. Pay attention to eating manners.

Amaraga took a deep breath. He felt that this Vargur was so crazy that he felt goosebumps all over the floor. It was still too dangerous to stay with such a madman...

However, the experimental samples and shelter he provided for himself... really made it difficult for Amaraga to let go...

I thought that the slave camps and arenas of Comoros had contained all biological samples in the universe, but I never thought that these ghouls far away in the broken stars would also preserve so much biological wealth.

Maybe for them, it's like setting the recipe and style of the dish? For future generations to reproduce?

Amalaga was thinking as she walked through the wide and cold corridor, which was filled with various canned creatures on both sides.

The complete variety and rich styles are an eye-opener for Amalaga, the master of flesh and blood.

Even the aliens that were completely eliminated during the Human Empire's expedition can be found here.

Randan Bone Eater, Randan Brain Eater, and their master Wormman Shloth were firmly sealed.

"What a wonderful research holy place...it would be better without these things." Amaraga avoided the bloody skinner in the corridor. Although he had the gift of Val Ghul on him, it was best not to leave. These instinctive lunatics are too close.

Amaraga got deeper and deeper into the ground, and finally no longer smelled the fishy and rotten smell in the air. He knew his laboratory was nearby. Passing through this dimensional door that did not need to be opened, Amaraga saw the guidance coordinates made by Valgul beating in the center of the laboratory.

He followed the coordinates and found a room that didn't exist but was inserted into the wall for no reason. It's as jarring as the shoddy textures in a cheap game.

The closer Amaraga gets to this "texture", the more his body is assimilated into the same style as the "texture". There is nothing to be afraid of, Amaraga gritted his teeth and got into it.

The absolute silence in this space even caused Amalaga's body to almost collapse. If he hadn't often experienced pure death and annihilation around the mantra "Death", just entering this room would have been enough to seriously injure him to the point of being unable to move.

"It seems that you only feel this kind of pain the moment you enter... There are still some souls in this space... The perception of subspace is very weak and can be ignored." Amalaga said in his heart. , the recovered senses noticed two living bodies, as well as multiple bodies with separated souls.

Judging from the type of armor, the prisoners in this space are Space Marines, and they are quite ancient Space Marines.

The space warrior in front of him pursed his lips tightly, and his armor was covered with a coat sewn with human skin. The power backpack on the back was converted into a surgical platform. A red and a green syringe stretched out two thin hoses and inserted them into the back of the space warrior's neck.

The corpse lying on the ground was also a Space Marine, but judging from its size, it was much smaller than the living man.

This reminded Amalaga of the degraded bodies he had made. Although those degraded bodies were indeed cheap and easy to manufacture, and the Tau human skin could well isolate subspace pollution, their ability to execute orders on a broad front was too poor.

He tried to use a battle group of degraded bodies to delay the pace of the executioners, but as long as these idiots with no brains escaped his control, they would stand still in the universe.

If his creatures had been smarter and had a little more agency, he wouldn't be hiding in the Skinner's lair.

The sound of the snake's tail sliding was heard, and Amalaga cast a searching gaze. The Space Marine holding the object in his arms became even more nervous, and his surgical backpack was posed in an attacking posture.

Raising the corner of his mouth mockingly, Amaraja spoke as if he were chatting, "Don't you even recognize me after we haven't seen each other for so long? But it's also true that you were so panicked when you were chased by the Blood Pity Council. Not forever, I can understand you, Fabius Bayer."

"What? You..." Fabius was very surprised. He looked at Amalaga blankly, not finding any sense of familiarity in his memory.

"Come on...friend, I know your research, and I have many things I want to ask you..."

Amalaga's big hand grabbed the weak Fabius and took him out of this prison.

Guilliman wishes for some new equipment: why is that not possible? Just can't do it. Why, you stupid bastard.