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

The Eldar have always had a tradition of not speaking human language. Their language system, like their political system, is complex and difficult to understand.

After listening to Tyke Silver Eyes telling riddles and fables for a long time, Emperor Armas began to feel more and more bored and disgusted. He tapped his fingers on the armrest of the throne, urging Tyke Silver Eyes to speak faster and to get to the point.

"The Bone Kingdom of Drazal must be destroyed in its cradle..."

"Okay, okay, I got it." Pharaoh Inamas waved his hand, indicating that he had heard enough, and then asked the warlocks to teleport Tek Silver Eyes and Maca to their seats, "Let's play music, then dance... "

Lin Fan was a little curious because of the indifferent attitude of King Armas. He asked Xerath and Trazin what they were doing here.

"This..." Trazin and Xerath looked at each other quickly and decided not to tell Lin Fan about the existence of the Word of the Creator, but just told him, "We are here to solve the problem of the Skinners, for the prosperity of the entire galaxy. , it is normal to deal with some patients."

"Okay, if you need help, just call me. These Skinners are indeed a bit too dangerous."

Trazin and Xerath said yes again and again, and Ifreni on the side also went to find Tyk Silver Eyes and Maka to exchange information on the recent situation.

The atmosphere of the banquet warmed up again, because Pharaoh Armas was swaying to the rhythm of the music on the throne, paying no attention to the situation in the outside world, but his loyal subordinate, the chief assassin Lotaros, felt a little strange. breath.

"Do you still have friends hanging out?"

Lotaros' sudden opening made Tarasin stunned for a while, and then he replied to Lotaros that everyone attending the banquet was here.

In that case, are they just a bunch of bugs? Lotaros ordered the troops to remain on alert. If those bugs came to disturb the Emperor's mood, they would bring disaster to themselves.

As the chief assassin of the Executioner dynasty, one of Lotaros' direct units is the dangerous and rare Death Mark Force. These assassins ruthlessly eliminate all enemies for the dynasty. Tirelessness and lack of emotion are not enough to summarize the horror of the death mark.

While other races are still using various optical camouflage and anti-detection interference to hide the presence of assassins, the Necrontyr has far surpassed them by a large gap that is difficult to catch up.

Each Death Mark has a gift from Dynasty Technology, a magical technology called the Dimension Chamber, which allows the Death Mark to travel through dimensions. Although they are in another dimension, the huge spheres on their heads emit a strange emerald halo that weakens the target's resistance to death and persists in the five known dimensions until the mark of death until he successfully hunts his target.

As powerful as the Deathmarks are, the Necrontyr rarely use these assassins on the battlefield. In the ancient etiquette of war, it is an insult to use such assassins to hunt enemies with "the glory of battle". Not to mention the civil war between the two dynasties, their code has been firmly locked, prohibiting them from doing anything to hunt other nobles.

In ancient times, the two dynasties used death marks in their wars. Then the nobles who led the dynasty were slaughtered, leaving only the soulless soldiers of the two dynasties still fulfilling their duties.

But for Lotaros, there is no "glory in battle" when faced with the little bugs outside.

The Death Marks awakened in the pyramid. They moved slowly and calmly through the dimensions. Every time they appeared, they crossed an extremely long distance. In the eyes of others, it seemed like a miracle of instantaneous movement. They stood in the pyramid, facing the black stone wall, with the nerve tearing guns in their hands ready, and the single huge green sphere above their heads emitted an unnatural light.

"Warn them." Lotaros gave an order, and all the death marks rose in dimension. Then they pointed their withered fingers at the target. A "hunting mark" was set, and they had been given an hour of long hunting time.

At the same time, outside the Executioner fleet, in the broken webway of the Ghoul Sector, Alaitok Ark was carefully observing the situation of the Executioner fleet.

"We are locked..." said the martial arts master who had reached the pinnacle of the ranger journey. Not only him, but all the Eldar prophets under the dome felt the threat of death.

"Is it a death mark? Such a number of death marks..." The rangers who had fought with the death marks looked solemn. They had competed several times with this group of assassins who traveled through the dimensions, and they always lost more than they won.

But what if you win? One less of their compatriots dies, and the Necrontyr only needs to replace one body to be resurrected in the tomb.

"Such a huge warship... Such a terrifying warrior... Our compatriots are imprisoned by a fully awakened dynasty... What to do? They must be tortured by those undead... The entire Ark may not survive One..." An Eldar prophet shed tears at the thought of the cruel torture his people suffered.

They had tried to contact the survivors with their psychic powers, but as soon as their psychic powers came into contact with the black stone shell of the Necrontyr ship, it melted away like ice and snow in summer, and they had no idea what was going on inside.

The feeling of being targeted and hunted becomes more and more intense, as if someone is placing a pistol on your forehead. When you look forward, you only feel the pain between your eyebrows.

Now how to do? withdraw? Or save their fellow citizens? These questions plague the Eldar of Alaitoc's Ark.

A martial arts master punched the ground with his fist angrily. He felt pain for his own incompetence and weakness, and was angry for the insidiousness and cunning of the Lost Lord Vargul.

"We must use the enemies of our enemies to complete our cause..." The Prophet's Council made the final decision. They took out the forbidden weapons from the forbidden arsenal and used complex rituals to lift the seals.

The Flawless Cube hangs in the air, spinning slowly. Runes surround the cube, and its specific meaning cannot be studied. We can only know from ancient documents that this rune seals an extremely powerful ancient evil.

The prophet's hands were trembling a little, and he could not deduce whether the evil spirit of this rune was more powerful, or whether the Executioner fleet in front of him was more powerful.

He closed his eyes, sighed, and asked all the troops to prepare. As long as there was a slight crack in the shell of those pyramids, they would use spiritual energy to hinder the self-repair of the ship body, and at the same time let the troops enter it and save their people. .

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