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

From this sludge-like psychic energy, the Phoenix Lord could only extract more malice. The strange laughter of scheming, the screams of extreme indulgence, the anger of massacre and hatred, the decay with pus and soup, and the heavy and ignorant blind faith. These mixed spiritual powers make the war lord feel more painful, and it is also difficult to control the spiritual energy of the Ark. .

"This is it... This is the cry of the destruction of the spiritual empire... It is the cry of the death of our people... Let them pay the price..."

There was another whisper in the ear, and the war lord screamed in pain. His hands flew quickly, pulling the spiritual energy to form the soul mark. The next moment, the mark blended the dead souls with spiritual energy, giving them the ability to fight. The army composed of the dead souls was illusory, and they drove the extinct void dragon to attack the Executor fleet.

The Doomsday Ark, the Pumice Tower, and the Magnificent Stone Tablet, these vehicles carried the Immortal and the Three-legged Destroyer to fight against the undead army. Shadow psychic energy and Gaussian beams intertwined on the battlefield. The souls of the dead dissipate in the wash of energy, and the immortals disintegrate in the psychic attacks.

The Tomb-class tomb ship and the Sickle-class harvest ship were activated inside the pyramid, and flashed into the battlefield the next moment. These void creations, which were unstoppable in the eyes of the human empire, became the guards of the pyramid, responsible for preventing the war lords from approaching too close to the pyramid.

The War Lord relies on his psychic energy to flash and move at near-light speed. When faced with the bombardment of heavy Gaussian beams, he either releases psychic lightning from his eyes to disperse it, or creates a space rift in front of him, allowing these Gaussian beams to be projected on the execution on the person.

The inside was turned upside down, but outside it still looked like it was peaceful as time passed. At least in the eyes of the King of France, the battle outside was indeed not worth getting him excited about.

"I feel a little strange, but I don't know what is strange..." Efreni and other Eldar continued to explore in the battle ark. This ark that was older than them gave the warriors more rewards. With piety and awe, they are exterminating the cruel and degenerate bodies that came out of the Ark.

On the human battleship on the other side, the Space Marine think tank and Celes also felt something was wrong. "There was a powerful psychic wave just now, and then it suddenly disappeared."

"Maybe it's because of these demons?" The psykers started talking about it, but they didn't discuss it for too long and focused on the work of exterminating the demons.

Perturabo kept frowning, and it had been a while since Jaghatai had seen Perturabo with such a gloomy face.

"what happened?"

"I always feel that these data... look a little wrong... but I can't tell what is wrong..."

"Maybe it's the interference of the subspace." Fulgan said, "The existence of these demons will cause some equipment to be contaminated."

"Maybe." Perturabo did not relax because of this explanation, and still frowned as he watched the battleship group attack the Nurgle Demon.

The rotten fruit contained a large number of demons. The demons of Slaanesh could only fight the demons of Nurgle outside the skin, but they could not break through the fruit.

The fruit is surrounded by the power of corruption, which not only weakens the demons of Slaanesh, but also reduces the macrocannon shells fired by the ships to a rusty and fragile scrap before they explode.

"Well, the classic long-range uselessness can only be solved by jumping gangs." Lin Fan complained after looking at the inefficiency of naval gun strikes. Then he turned to look at the battle nuns and crusaders who were waiting, and ordered them Be prepared to join the gang.

"Seles, Rocca, you two saints are the first to land with me."

"Okay!" Seles turned around and ordered the ship to move towards the Fruit of Nurgle. In the past, when the empire faced this level of subspace pollution, a pious warship would serve as the spearhead for a breakthrough.

Most of these warships will be distorted by the pollution of subspace, and the personnel on the ship will also die in madness, but because of their sacrifices, the soldiers of the empire can eliminate these filthy demons with smaller casualties.

However, Lin Fan was not prepared to let a battleship die like this, so he asked Seles to stop. Just let them use the airdrop pod to follow him.

"Sir... I don't think the airdrop pod can penetrate the skin of the fruit..." Seles was a little worried, but Lin Fan just asked her to calm down.

Coming to the busy Macrocannon Hall, the crew slaves pulling the cannons loaded the cannonballs into the Macrocannon cabin one after another amidst the whipping of the Mechanic Priests. Hymns praising the God of All Machines echoed in the Macrocannon Hall, inspiring Everyone works harder.

Lin Fan's arrival did not interrupt the process of loading the shells, and all personnel still completed their work faithfully.

"Chief Gunner, I wish to delay the firing of that shell."

"This does not meet the requirements of the God of Machines..." Just as the Mechanic Priest was about to retort, an activated chain sword was already placed on his neck. He looked at the nun and then at Lin Fan, and finally said A simple curse word in the holy code ended the struggle.

The Sisters didn't understand, but if Perturabo stood here, the Mechanicus would be the source of a bolter bullet in his arm.

Lin Fan watched the cannonball stop, jumped on it, and then ordered the gunnery chief to prepare to fire.

"But my lord...that's the macro cannon launch port...you'll be torn apart."

"It's okay if I say it's okay. The Emperor is protecting me. Launch!"

Lin Fan's toughness made it difficult for the nuns to deal with it, and the slaves who pulled the cannons looked like they had seen fools.

Finally, at Lin Fan's insistence, the shells were loaded into the macro gun cabin. Everyone hopes to see a miracle, but they feel that such a scene is too crazy.

Seles sighed helplessly and ordered the troops to prepare to take the airdrop pod to attack behind the artillery shells.

The chief gunner activated the cannon amidst the chants, and Lin Fan was sent out together with the cannonballs. The cannonball rotted away in the pollution of Nurgle, but Lin Fan, who was at the front, could only smell the faint sour smell of fermentation.

The rotten shells sank into the fruit's skin, but Lin Fan continued to penetrate deeper. Finally, he fell into the open depths and prepared to create a safe zone for subsequent landing troops.

"How did you get in!" a Nurgling shouted. He couldn't understand why the mortals in front of him existed in such an unhealthy posture. Even those immoral Slaanesh demons would turn into a puddle of juice in the disease. .

But Lin Fan was too lazy to pay attention to these Nurglings that could be trampled to death with one kick. He picked at his throat and spit out a mouthful of purified old soup. This old soup was sprinkled on the fruit pulp and exploded with majestic vitality.

There is a slight error, but nothing serious. After looking at the settings, I found that the Blackstone Fortress is a thing of the Eldar, not a creation of the Necrons. I will mention it here and I will change it back later.