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

Trazin looked at Orikan blankly. The astrologer he had never dealt with also looked shocked.

"Is the situation so critical? What did King Yin Armas see?"

"I don't know...Tarrazin..."

As soon as the two men finished speaking, they saw the Exorcist Death Domain extending from the virtual image of the mirror and rushing towards the humans and the Eldar.

The mirror is breaking, which is caused by external forces. Who can affect the operation of this conceptual weapon? That is naturally a conceptual god. The fraudster finally waited for this moment. He accurately captured the sudden increase in energy consumption when the exorcism dead zone spread, and used the gaps in energy flow to affect the stability of the mirror world.

His illusory figure seemed to be made of stars, and seemed to be made of all the debris on the battlefield. Various fragments and dim stars against the background of the endless starry sky formed the outline of his body. This incomplete outline appeared before the eyes of Trazin and Orikan, and was automatically completed by the remaining images in their data core.

"This is the Deceiver... He is affecting the situation of the battle!" Trazin looked at the stars twinkling, as if the Deceiver was laughing at their actions.

"My servant... my food... I have found new ways to hide myself and magnify myself. Do you know how many secret societies there are in these endless stars that offer sacrifices to me? Human beings are better than You guys are much more interesting~”

The fraudster's voice was dreamlike. He lit the mirror on the verge of breaking, went deep into the pyramid's console, and adjusted the stability of the device to 0%. Although the warlocks had already prepared countermeasures against the Star God's power, they only managed to increase the stability to 70%.

The remaining troublemakers and fraudsters are not prepared to finish it by themselves. After all, he is not the only one eyeing this dynasty fleet. Val Ghul finally poured out from the side of the dimension, and the fleet of skinners that had accumulated for tens of thousands of years poured out densely. The stench of rotting flesh and blood burst into noise, and together with the deep despair of the war lord's death, affected the stability of the curtain.

Everything will collapse, everything will fall into deep chaos...

The Deceiver loves chaos, and so does Tzeentch. The Deceiver felt that chaos was not enough, and Tzeentch felt that chaos was not enough.

"I'll leave the rest to you! Little Bluebird~" The Deceiver smiled, the battlefield debris that made up the outline of his body fluttered, and a few of the twinkling stars suddenly flickered on and off. These came from tens of millions and hundreds of millions of light years away. The light of the stars outside finally dissipated, and it was difficult to tell whether the fraudsters had already set today's trap during the War in Heaven.

Hearing the deceiver's taunts, Tzeentch was not angry. He just lurked aside and watched Nurgle's corruption crush the curtain bit by bit.

"The smell is a bit strong... It's like the excrement truck has stirred up all the shit in the dry toilet..." Lin Fan frowned, and then saw his two enemies, Trazin and Orikan. Appearing next to him, before he could ask, Celes and Roca, who were supporting the Shield of Faith, let out an exclamation.

A hand came in.

The hand is large and bloated. It was covered with swamps and fungal masses. The rashes stood like mountain peaks. Deeply inflamed purple-red acne marks were connected together. Under the soft surface was hot pus and blood and smelly white slurry. Mites larger than Titans were moving on it. .

As the slaves of the battleship stared directly at this horror, shiny boils began to grow on their bodies, their scalps cracked, and maggots and flies sprouted that they shouldn't have. Even the mechanically modified servitors could not escape this fate. Their joints rusted to death, and only the remaining flesh rotted into thick black juice and hung on the rusty armor.

Plants began to grow on the ship, and groups of mosquitoes began to roam. The gaps and holes were also filled with fungi that spit out spores.

This is definitely the hand of Nurgle himself. I didn't expect that this god of plague could be so protective of his shortcomings. Lin Fan watched the surrounding scene become more and more decayed and despairing, and ordered the demon army of Slaanesh to pave a way for him to rush towards Nurgle's hand.

"Go towards that hand!"

The demon army of Slaanesh came one after another. They tied and entangled each other to form a long magic rope. This magic rope was connected end to end, rolling Lin Fan like a wheel.

The closer they got to Nurgle's hand, the more the demons of Slaanesh became affected by the power of decaying diseases. They contracted various venereal diseases, and the wheels they formed became soft and weak.

But Lin Fan had the ability to increase the power of desire of the Slaanesh demon, so he opened his mouth and finally said the third number. The exit of this number meant the end of the wooden man's game. The Slaanesh demons broke out in silence. They screamed and twitched like crazy, trying to release all the repressed desires they had held in their bodies.

These desires restructured the wheel and created a shield of painful pleasure that supported the wheel as it sank into one of Nurgle's thick fingers. The demons of Slaanesh fell into emptiness after extreme indulgence. The emptied sage demons were expelled by the power of Nurgle and returned to the palace of Slaanesh.

Compared to this big hand, Lin Fan was more insignificant than a grain of sand. His loving father didn't pay attention to Lin Fan's actions, but he still focused on gathering his scattered heirs and the war lord floating in the void.

"Okay, let me take off one of your fingers!"

He punched holes ferociously toward the soles of his feet. Faced with the pulpy feel, he couldn't tell what effect his attack had. The various splashes of turbid juice also blinded his eyes. Lin Fan kept beating like this, so focused that he didn't even care about breathing. He even turned a little red after exerting all his strength.

The loving father finally felt that something was wrong. He tried to put his other hand in and scratch his hand, but he couldn't do it. The curtain that was forcibly opened could only support him for a while. hand.

He could only helplessly pick and scrape it with his other fingers to relieve the discomfort from his fingers.

The discomfort is getting deeper and stronger. But seeing the war lord's body so close to him, the loving father was unwilling to just withdraw his hand.

The hand floated over the battlefield, and the ark that Ifreni was in awe of was crumbling. She gritted her teeth and almost exhausted all the power of death she had to prevent her tribe from being conquered by terror.

Perturabo and Jaghatai stood before the Space Marines, their fearless attitude inspiring the souls of all Space Marines. Jaghatai looked at the shield of faith raised by Seles and Roca. He held a golden double-headed eagle icon and slowly knelt down beside Perturabo.

Purified succubi (yay!) Judging from the settings, Slaanesh’s low-level succubi are only about 90cm, so the person who summoned them can definitely die.