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

"You lowlifes..."

"Ahem... Sir, please be careful with your words. This is not a cleaning mission."

"Oh! That's right! I forgot...let's start over...please enter the teleportation dimension so that you can participate in the welcoming banquet."

This almost playful exchange reached everyone's ears. Perturabo frowned. He looked at Lin Fan and asked, are all the Necrontyr virtuous now?

Lin Fan had no choice but to curl his lips and shrug helplessly, telling him that most of the Necrontyr's brains were not working very well nowadays. Lin Fan was the first to enter the so-called teleportation dimension, and the rest followed him.

They appeared in a square. The ground made of black stones was very clean and reflected everyone's reflections clearly.

"Wow! This is much more powerful than what I remember in the book? So our ancestors were fighting against these things?" Elafren exclaimed, and the close observation gave her an even greater sense of shock.

"How many other things have they hidden in the Great Slumber..." Ifreni frowned. She suddenly felt that destroying Slaanesh and isolating the corruption of Chaos was no longer important.

Everyone present was tilting the balance of hostility in their hearts from Chaos to the Necrontyr. Only Lin Fan walked towards the Pharaoh Inamas indifferently.

As expected of a French Emperor, his body shape and decorations are much more luxurious and luxurious than Trazin's. Standing on both sides of him should be various high-level warlocks, generals and overlords.

"Hello Lord..."

"Cough cough..."

"Oh! Everyone...hehe..." King Inamas hurriedly changed his words after Lotaros reminded him. He rubbed his hands and said cheerfully, "Would you like to have something to eat? We have prepared a table. Excellent food.”

"We don't want to eat..." Ifreni said, "I just want to see my compatriots, and then..."

"Haha, then why don't you come to the dinner table to talk? When a distinguished guest comes, you should entertain him well." Pharaoh Inamas interrupted Efreni's words. He raised his hand and ordered his warlocks to prepare for the banquet.

The Ion Warlock and the Time Warlock followed the order. One was responsible for manipulating the dimensional detuning and singularity. His hands were twisting the place, overlapping the space, and creating a teleportation point.

The Time Warlock coordinated his movements, shortened all his operations, and completed the position change almost instantly. One moment, they were admiring the incomprehensibly powerful army of the Necrontyr in Blackstone Square. The next moment, they were sitting at an exquisite and luxurious table. Even their fleet was placed in the port, and the Underworld Scarab was floating on the ship. The area around the ship was cleaned, but not repaired. The tomb technicians were worried that they would not be able to control the ships that had been repaired by the Scarab.

"Is this a spell?" Chaghatai exclaimed, but he didn't see anything clearly.

"This is pure technology..." Perturabo pursed his lips tightly. He looked at Pharaoh Inamas sitting on the throne, and frustration enveloped his heart.

No one has seen the food on the table. Although these things are steaming hot, they look more like decorations for decorating the table. Lin Fan curiously picked up some food, and after stuffing it into his mouth, he realized that the texture of these things was not much different from that of sand.

King Inamas clapped his hands, indicating the official start of the banquet. All kinds of music were playing at the same time, which sounded beautiful individually, but when mixed together they became a torturous noise. Only the Emperor's Children, locked behind their armor, can enjoy this torture.

Seeing everyone's pain, King Yin Amasi expressed that he couldn't understand it. He had thought so thoroughly that all the tracks in the entire universe were included here. Don't they all like to listen to it?

"Sir, I don't think they have the ability to disassemble audio." Lotaros reminded.

"What? They didn't?"

"Not really."

"It's really troublesome... Just change it to something I like to listen to." King Amasi waved his hand helplessly, and the next moment the noisy sound in the field was replaced by a cheerful and childish children's song.

The others were at a loss, and Trazin began to dig his feet on the floor in embarrassment. He felt more and more that it was not a good decision for King Inamas to host the banquet.

The atmosphere of the banquet was cold and stiff to the living, but to King Yinamas it was already lively and lively enough to be recorded. He happily poured wine into his mouth, adjusted his voice to a drunken state, and spoke to Everyone said illogical words of celebration.

There are prospects for the new year, blessings for the growth of the children, and strong confidence in victory in the battle in heaven.

"We will talk about a few issues at this meeting. The first is about the repair of the memory module. The second is how we can win the war in heaven."

"We have won the battle in heaven."

"What? Won? Why didn't anyone inform me?"

Because the appearance of King Armas on the throne shattered the solemn atmosphere in the field, Perturabo's brows finally relaxed slightly. Although these aliens have great strength, their leader does not look normal. If he is In this way, the empire is not without its strength to fight.

Efreni sat on the stool. She just wanted to see the two arks safe and sound, rather than admiring the look of a Necrontyr King going crazy.

"Hello, Eldar." Just like a spider living in the darkness making a rustling sound, Ifreni felt chills on her back. She restrained herself from drawing her sword to attack, and turned around to see her lower body. Xerath, the Enlightened One, looks like a spider.

"You seem to have something different in you. Are you interested in participating in a small experiment? I will pay you." Xerath rubbed his hands and spoke in a very gentle tone. Before Ifreni could wait, After refusing, Lin Fan came over and swept Zelas twice from top to bottom and then from bottom to top.

Others here don't know what Xerath's style is, but he clearly understands what kind of scientific madman Xerath is.

"Tarrazin, you didn't dismantle the people in the Ark..."

"How is it possible? Are we that kind of people?"

"Maybe you are not, but he must be. How many did you dismantle? Half? Or even more?" Lin Fan narrowed his eyes. He looked at the nervous Xerath and Trazin, "Or do you mean medical assistance? Stuffing the pulp of the Eldar into Xerath's operating room?"

"No, no, no! You are stereotyping! It's racial discrimination!" Zerath moved uncomfortably a few times. Seeing that Lin Fan's guess was getting closer and closer to the truth, he quickly put Bietan and Iyan on the ark. The situation was shown to Lin Fan.

Ion Warlock