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

Let the big family live in peace and joy, all the devils say.

The trumpets and drums sounded again, and this time the demons were eating amidst the music that sounded like vomiting. Only when they were full would they have more strength to work.

The inside of the fruit was chewed out one by one, and the relatively tough outer skin was left as a wall to protect the structure. Each demon found their house and happily invited other demons who could not find the room to join them. A guest in the house.

There was a burst of coughing laughter, and the face at the bottom of the fruit opened its mouth wide and stared, relying on its tongue and eyeballs to drive the fruit forward. They entered the gap and appeared in the real universe the next moment.

After being separated from the modification of subspace energy, the fruit became even more filthy and rotten. The shrunken peel was pale and pale like the water in which the dead were soaked. The demons living inside cut holes in the peel to serve as windows. As they died, The fermentation of decay and indescribable yellow-green gas are spitting out.

The energy of subspace gives these gases strange abilities. Just witnessing this scene, the living people in the field can smell a disgusting stench.

The rotten fruits spitting poisonous gas and intestinal juice headed towards the war ark. They screamed the language of the devil and wanted to bring the war lord back to his loving father.

This mutation only made the War Lord angrier. He glared at the Necrontyr and absorbed all the spiritual energy of the Ark. He was not going to die soon, but he didn't care about this.

Because Pharaoh Armas shrank the exploding star and pressed it in his hand to turn it into a blazing battery. Lotaros' body has been completely burned, but the existence of the Rebirth Agreement allows him to return to the battlefield with the help of other warriors' bodies.

What should we do?

The King of France looked at the battlefield, hoping to find a suitable way to end this chaotic situation. The Death Army and other Eldar are at the center of the battlefield, and these weaklings must first be eliminated from the battlefield.

Although these remnants of the Spirit Empire have forgotten the power of their ancestors, King Inamas clearly remembers how much trouble a Phoenix Lord can bring to them.

The way those Nurgle demons came to the battlefield was too abrupt, which made the King of France wary. He had just learned about the Deceiver's fluctuations from Lotaros' data, and perhaps Valgur was also waiting for an opportunity in the shadows of the battlefield.

Energy consumption must be reduced as much as possible. It may not be easy to deal with the dynasty of fraudsters and skinners next...

He secretly made a plan because King Armas decided to separate the Subject. He did not want the Subject to participate too much in a large-scale war. He must avoid his awakening, both directly and indirectly.

The subjective person eating the remains of the Star God without a blush or a heartbeat was enough to make him feel horrified. God knows what he would have imagined after witnessing the battle between the Phoenix Lord and the Dynasty.

"Dear guest, can you help us deal with those demons? We have to divide the battlefield. A Phoenix Lord who wants to die is not that easy to deal with."

"Okay, the empire is also experienced in dealing with demons. Besides, we still have these Slaanesh demons that burst out of the seal." Lin Fan nodded in agreement and turned around to call Elafren back, "You go first, we will follow. Afterwards.”

"That number..." A big demon of indulgence had a face like a peach blossom, and his already pink skin became even brighter due to excitement and sadness.

"What number? This is just a small episode." Lin Fan laughed a few times, but did not say the third number that the demons longed for.

The demons of Slaanesh held their breath, suppressing the desire to scream, and slithered towards Nurgle's fruit. The way the demons of Slaanesh travel through space is interesting. They move in circles as if dancing. There is a very tempting mouth in the center of the sudden flower, and the long and fragrant tongue stretches out towards the fruit of Nurgle.

"Why are those immoral and disgusting ghosts here?" A plague bearer looked at the noise of the Slaanesh demon angrily, and the flies surrounding him also buzzed angrily.

"They must kidnap Isa's child. The immoral and disgusting people like to do such immoral things!" The other plague bearers grumbled.

"We can't let these nasty people get their hands on it. That child belongs to the loving father and Isa!" The Great Unclean One reached into the gap in his abdomen with his big hand, and squeezed out some fragments and his rusty sword from his intestines. .

"For the loving father!" The demon of Nurgle roared and started fighting with the demon of Slaanesh.

The demons of Slaanesh also wanted to shout, but the third number they had been dreaming of still hadn't arrived, so they could only hold it in uncomfortably. This resentment strengthened the demons of Slaanesh, making them more furious and less playful when they slashed.

Lin Fan and others were teleported into the battleship and escaped from the space of the Necrontyr Pyramid. Perturabo took a deep breath. The dead and cold tomb made him breathless.

"Okay, let our warriors practice their skills! These demons are exactly what they should fight!" Perturabo shouted, and the Weeper Chapter responded to his call. Chapter Leader Hope was already ready to fight. Getting ready, he was flanked by the promoted veteran company commander and the pharmacist.

"Well, let me first take a look at our current Chapter." Hope prayed to the Emperor, thanking him for his mercy and mercy. Each combat team was normal, with a full complement of ten people, but the larger number of medical interns behind them ruined this neat scene.

And these interns have a perfect set of words to use to deal with possible imperial censorship.

"Can you tell me again? This is what the elders taught you."

"I'm happy to oblige." The pharmacist cleared his throat. Every time he shouted, a group of medical interns stomped their feet uniformly in response.

"Orthopedics company! Surgery company! Anesthesia company! Nursing company! Otolaryngology company! Gynecology company! Pediatrics company..."

There was a constant stream of stamping feet, and Hope couldn't help but ask his pharmacist if the presence of the pediatric and gynecological companies was a bit too much.

"Otherwise there is no need to make it up, and the only thing left is the anorectal department..."

"Ok."

Hope sighed helplessly. Although it was a little strange, seeing that the battle group could become so powerful still made Hope feel happy from the bottom of his heart.

The other two Chapters, the Ash Claws and the Devouring Sharks, are commanded by Jaghatai. Netanev was so amused by the medical staff of the Third Company of the Sharks that he couldn't hold back his laughter. Tiberius's face under the helmet also showed an awkward silence.

"Haha! This is really interesting. Fortunately, we are in a corps formation and don't have to do such self-deception." Netanev's laughter made Tiberius feel even more unhappy.

The four gods of chaos (sadness) in Lin Fan's eyes became understandable and tangible.