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

"My lord." There was fearful respect and submission in the voice, "We have obtained the map, and the situation here is getting more and more...complex. According to reports from the ground forces, they discovered that the orbit of St. Kodegas is anchored. With more than Space Marines..."

"That's not important. What's important is that we got the map. Now bring it to me."

"Yes sir."

It was rare to see the Archon of the Cabal so nervous. He urged his men to push the coffin into the open chasm.

Before the rift closed, a rune symbolizing the Black Muse was spit out. The Dark Eldar present felt like they had obtained a treasure. They knelt down in front of the rune like crazy and slit the throat with daggers.

The blood was absorbed by the runes, and the Dark Eldar quickly succumbed. However, when the runes were full of blood, thick black mist spit out from the runes and poured in along the huge wound on the neck, filling the withered flesh of the Dark Eldar. .

The feeling of satisfaction rises from the depths of the soul, and this stimulation is tens of thousands of times more powerful than any hallucinogenic drug produced in Comoros. Even a Cabal Archon would go crazy with the excitement.

The coffin fell through the crack onto another ship. The interior of this ship is very interesting, and every detail fully expresses the luxury and magnificence of the Ancient Spirit Empire. Although the Dark Eldar inherited some traditions from the Ancient Eldar Empire, the works of art they produced pale in comparison to the interior of this ship.

The Nightmare Guards stood in front of the coffin. The armor on their bodies was also very different from when they were working in Commorragh. Their bodies were engraved with runes shining with purple-black light. They looked like clay figures whose fine texture had been burned open. Same.

The sound of footsteps came, and all the nightmares knelt down to their true master - the true choice of Black Muse, the Lord of Conspiracy, Victor.

Victor has lost his body. His body is completely made of shadows, with bursts of purple light shining inside his body. The runes of the Black Muse shine brightly on Victor's head.

"Finally, all the puzzles are solved, and this is our reward."

The coffin was easily torn open, revealing the items inside. There was no body inside, only a statue made of stone.

Victor held up the statue as if he had found a treasure. He clasped the statue with his paws and scraped off the stone on the outside. Among the powder from the shattered statue, Victor found a hard golden fragment.

Carefully pinching the hard golden piece, Victor stretched and flattened it like kneading dough. A conceptual plane appeared before Victor's eyes.

There is no thickness, no mass, and it has not been swallowed up and compressed by the higher-dimensional space. It is so abrupt and isolated in front of Victor.

"Oh! Oh! That's great!" Victor shouted in surprise, urging the Blood Pity Man to come to him as soon as possible to conduct experiments.

"Sir, I brought the things."

In the middle of this luxurious bridge, a huge wriggling mountain of flesh appeared, twisted to such an extent that even the Dark Eldar would feel psychologically uncomfortable.

Victor did not express any disgust towards Roshan, and his energy-filled face even cast a heavy shadow of joy because of Roshan's bloatedness.

Roshan moved closer to Victor, looking very painful. An eight-petal opening opened in his body, and a short humanoid creature wrapped in a robe was spit out.

No one tried to help the little humanoid, or even try to see what lay beneath the green robe.

The green-robed villain started yelling after he came out of the meat mountain. The noise from his throat made Nightmare deeply uncomfortable. They pinched the handle of the knife several times to suppress the desire to kill.

"Stop struggling, no one will come to save you." Victor smiled sickly, his hands turned into a cage to trap the little man in the robe, and also isolated the little man in the robe's spiritual power.

"You can't do this! You can't do this! The third lifeline! The ninth ending! You are trying to push something you can't understand to happen!"

"Then you can tell me, maybe your eloquence can change my mind?"

"No! You can't say that! Only ignorance can avoid it!"

"That's it... Then I don't care too much."

Throwing the little man in the robe into the conceptual surface, Victor saw that the body of the little man in the robe was collapsing, and he was giving weight and thickness to the conceptual surface.

The little man in the robe unfolds two-dimensionally, and infinite details are displayed on the surface. The flesh and blood are broken and rubbed to form comprehensible lines and pictures. Finally, in the center of the face, the eternally painful soul of the little man in the robe is shining dimly. light.

"This is it! Lacasse! This is our hope of survival!" Victor laughed loudly. He hugged one of Lacasse's hyperplasia and kissed it several times.

Roshan trembled for a few times, and a huge hard skin tumor split open. The human head was tied to a support made of spine and nerves like a freshly picked grape. Lacasse's head was on the top of the grape trellis with the human head. He saw He looked at the map and nodded approvingly. The head under him completed the task of speaking. These masters of blood pity that no one in Comoros wanted to provoke have now become a part of Yurun Lacasse's body.

"This way we will be one step closer to sublimation... The erosion is getting faster and faster, and her hunger for us is becoming more and more obvious..."

"When you study that result, you should know that this day will come."

"Yes... torturing others to prevent your own soul from being devoured will not last long after all. This is just drinking poison to quench thirst."

"This is us, heading towards the final doom in the danger of madness! Haha!"

Victor laughed a few times, and then he remembered something. There was a thunderous sound inside his body, and then he cut open the shadow-like body and took out a mask.

The mask was thrown onto the face of a nightmare by Viktor, who then transformed into Drazaar, the Lord of Blades, facing Viktor in silence.

"The mask... is so good... If it weren't for the problem of diet, I would also want to use this method to transform my body." Lacasse sighed, and then waves of hungry grunts came from his body. Lacasse stretched out his hand. This hand looked so absurd and terrifying on this body. The bamboo-shaped arm was like a wooden pole hung by the wind, hanging on the side of the body, and the huge palm was white, tender and round. Abnormal, just like an image-conscious Eldar noble.

Lacasse put his hand on the palm of a statue, and then the chest of the statue opened, and an Eldar inside fell out of the cockpit. This Eldar was wearing a prophet costume unique to the ancient Eldar empire. He was rubbing his hands. He tried to figure out what happened, but Lacasse had been waiting for a long time. He grabbed the Ancient Spirit Tribe prophet and tore it in two, devouring the bones and flesh hungrily, and sucked the bone marrow with his mouth.

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