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

The Arkworld is not only the home of the living, but also the home of the dead. The souls of ancestors exist in the infinite circuit composed of spiritual bones. These souls do not have individual thoughts and exist as a group consciousness.

The Necrontyr feel that their atrocities are perfectly concealed, but their soulless nature makes them so inept at understanding souls.

They only calculated the flashes of infinite circuits as regular energy jumps, and could not hear any words from the screams of the soul.

Ifreni heard it, she listened in the embrace of the ancestral souls, she knew the atrocities of the Executioner dynasty and the horrific experiments of Xerath the Enlightened. She gritted her teeth angrily and loosened her fists weakly.

At least the result is good...

So said the prophets of both Arks, who had accepted the truth and were ready to bury it and forget it. Not everything should be said.

Looking at the battlefield, the blood of her compatriots was being spilled. She submitted communication requests to the Dark Eldar again and again, but all she got was abuse and loud noises.

"You weaklings! Cowards! When I die, I will be honored in the arms of the Black Muse! We are the true implementers of the empire's will!"

Black Muse...that god Everenne also knows a thing or two. The residents of Commorragh do not believe in the Eldar gods in the pantheon. They believe that these gods who were devoured by Slaanesh should be despised. Treat, they only believe in the Black Muse, which symbolizes selfishness and evil.

What exactly are these gods? To be honest, Everenne had not carefully understood the culture of her fallen compatriots. After all, she was already tired from dealing with the slutty Madam Malus in the arena.

"We should capture their leader and make them give up resistance." Thousand Faces said, and Ifreni could only accept his plan.

Under the crystal domes of the three arks are prophets who are preparing to open the spiritual portal. They communicate with the souls of their ancestors and place the transmission nodes on the war arks with the help of the power of runes and sacred artifacts.

Bietan's Dire Raiders, Iyanden's Bone Guards, and Alaitok's Rangers poured into the portal. They formed a powerful army, and they were even more powerful with the blessing of the death power of Ifreni.

But Victor had already captured the fluctuations in psychic energy, and he also knew that the Necrontyr was ready to attack. Looking at Amalaga's back as he was busy creating degraded bodies, he felt that this bloody man who had caused him heavy losses would become a powerful assistant on his path.

"Lakas, it seems it's time for us to part ways."

"I will be with you..." The inhuman Lacasse smiled, and the head pillar swayed in the laughter. An eyeball fell off Lacasse's head and fell into Victor's hand. "Let me witness the legacy of the Old Ones."

Victor put his eyeballs into the shadow body, unfolded the map, and gazed intoxicated at the glowing dots on the map. Will be placed at the core of the Ark, impacting the map with infinite psychic energy in the circuit.

After the map was completely incinerated under the wash of psychic energy, Victor struck a Black Muse rune on Lacasse's body. This rune became more and more dazzling with the death of the Dark Eldar, and the power of conspiracy and hatred surged in Larkath's body.

Lacasse felt the pain with satisfaction, and he moved towards the Dream Tree of the Ark.

"It seems that you are struggling too... I thought I was the only smart one." Amaraga looked at Lacasse's back and sighed, but Victor did not agree with his statement.

"This is not a struggle, we are just enjoying it one last time before we die."

"Is that so..."

Victor smiled sinisterly, and then the map burned in the psychic impact scattered around his body. These fly ash made Amaraga feel a sense of familiarity. He seemed to have come from around Valgul's throne. I also sensed a similar aura.

The deceiver's shadow was made of these ash. Under Amaraja's extremely shocked gaze, he opened a crack and threw Victor and Amaraja into it.

The Necrontyr, who felt the fluctuations of the Star God, also teleported here the next second. Lotaros and the Death Seal troops attacked the Deceiver. The Deceiver just gave them a sarcastic smile and did not take their firepower to heart.

"replace."

With a tap of the Deceiver's finger, all the damage he deserves is taken by the other souls around the battlefield. The Eldar who died suddenly died painfully from the blows of the Necrontyr's weapons.

Lotaros tried to use the hyperdimensional cube to seal the phantom of the Deceiver, but the living metal body was disintegrated by the psychic shock from the depths of the Ark.

The raging psychic lightning was overloading Rotalos's data core. Looking at the chief assassin who could not move, the Deceiver saluted him, then transformed into the Laughing God and disappeared.

Larkath's Black Muse Rune successfully polluted the Dream Tree of War Ark. Fury and conspiracy turned the bright, dream-like crystal tree into something dark and evil.

Lin Fan once said that the Dream Tree is a powerful device used by the Spiritual Empire to conquer the end of death, and in this war ark, the being who can sleep permanently in the Dream Tree is the true owner of this battleship.

The War Phoenix Lord and his men awakened in the Dream Tree, carrying with them all the psychic energy of the entire Ark. The majestic spiritual energy strengthens their perception ability, and their eyes shining with spiritual energy can see through all obscurations.

"What time is it now..." The war lord's voice echoed in the minds of his men, but no one could give him an exact answer. This space was too cold and dry, just like the desolate space swept by the War in Heaven. It is as lonely as the place of death.

The lord closed his eyes and listened carefully to the chaotic sounds outside.

The Eldar are killing each other, surrounded by the Necrontyr fleet, which is watching eagerly. This fact made the lord frown, as he recognized it as a despicable entertainment for the Necrontyr Hierarchs, watching their people kill each other to dissipate the emptiness rising in their soulless bodies.

Anger is the first emotion that arises, and the second emotion is shock.

The lord sensed that a large number of demons were present in the Necrontyr's fleet. Not only that, the Necrontyr did not use any force to disperse the demons.

"They betrayed the Dark Covenant...why..." The lord couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

The next moment, Lacasse's voice came to his ears, "They betrayed the covenant... They destroyed the Pantheon... They want us to be exterminated... They cannot be trusted..."

The lord's body trembled. He prayed to the Eldar gods of the Pantheon, but received no response.

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