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

++Requesting technical support from the academic community of advanced technicians...using foreign weapons...++

++Request permission, level 2 external fire strike will be ready in one second. ++

An academic community of advanced technicians? Wasn't this organization wiped out before the Battle of Heaven?

Trazin was extremely surprised, but he did not immerse himself in the shock. He quickly hid behind Orikan, shrinking so as not to leak out at all.

Seeing their abnormality, Perturabo hurriedly raised Lin Fan in front of him again, and an annihilation particle fell into Lin Fan's eyes.

"Is there any sand here?" Lin Fan subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and Trazin exclaimed, "No!"

Annihilation particles are the product of the Necrontyr's request to the Star Gods. They are destructive weapons created by forcibly integrating black holes and white holes.

The nature of a white hole is completely opposite to that of a black hole. Its horizon is no longer the boundary that cannot be escaped, but an area that you can never enter. The curvature of spacetime is negative infinity here.

The black hole has infinite attraction, and the white hole has infinite repulsion. The way these two forces are torn and entangled in the collision, even the Necrophobes are in awe. Only the Star God who masters the rules can integrate these two forces. a conflicting thing.

If such weapons are defined as Level , then what is defined as Level ? Is it the truth? Could it be a secret treasure left behind by the ancient saint?

Trazin did not think about these issues. He was more concerned about what kind of scene would be created after the collision between the indestructibility of the subject and the purely destructive collision of annihilation particles.

Thanks to Lin Fan's eyelids, this thin layer of flesh locked out the compression products of black holes and white holes, and prevented their explosive energy from destroying everything.

Lin Fan rubbed his eyes for a while, then flattened and crushed the power released by the black and white holes with his hands and eyelids. After a long time, he opened his eyes and blinked a few times.

"I was fascinated by the sand just now..."

"Yes, it is indeed sand... The wind and sand here are really strong..." Trazin responded to Lin Fan's statement, and Orikan also looked shocked and fawning.

++The expected result failed to appear...Recalculating...Restarting the device and updating the calculation method. ++

It seems that the headquarters cannot understand that a low-level creature can block the level 2 lethal force with its eyelids, and has made a mistake. This is good news for everyone present.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for the headquarters to restart the editing algorithm, they must move towards the center.

Orikan looked up at the eight-pointed star. In his observation, the eight-pointed star completely coincided with what they were standing on. As long as the line of sight was vertically between the two huge creations, they could accurately locate it.

The army was marching, and Efreni and her Eldar compatriots relied on their psychic powers to carry the frozen soldiers, but it seemed that it was not easy for them to do this, and it was still a bit difficult.

Roka, who was almost charred, was respected by all the warriors. They believed that leaving Saint Roka here was a blasphemy against his devout belief in the Emperor. Therefore, the Crusaders and Battle Sisters spliced ​​several sacred shields together to let Roca can lie on it.

Seles also looked at Roca with compassion and placed a soft feather beside him. The feathers emitted a soft light, and there was a halo behind Luo Ka's head.

"Chagatai, why don't you go ahead and do some reconnaissance? Take this." Perturabo threw a high-frequency communicator to Chagatai and watched his brother running at the front of the team.

The army's flanks were guarded by Eldar rangers, while the bulkier Space Marines and Hades Guards marched in the center, ready to deal with attacks from all directions.

As they walked farther and farther, the surrounding environment became more and more dilapidated. The remains of robots were everywhere, twisting together into a long wall of ruins that was difficult to cross.

Perturabo was very interested in these wrecks, and from time to time he would disassemble some parts and put them into his backpack.

"I think these things look quite familiar, very similar to the technical style that Odemeyer would use." Lin Fan picked up a mechanical device and compared it with the sledgehammer in his hand.

Maybe this place is another legacy from a golden age? Autonomous robot factory or something?

Everyone saw a mechanical structure lying on the ground from a distance. If this thing was successfully repaired, it could compete with the executioner's ancient tomb structure in size. Now he has become a continuous iron mountain blocking everyone's eyes, and Chagatai has also stopped at the foot of the structure.

Lin Fan clapped his hands, indicating that he would do this rough work. Just as he was about to open a passage to the other side, an alarm sent by the Eldar ranger was sent to all warriors.

"You can't do this!" A warning shout came, and then a group of robots flew out of the gaps in the structure. They fell around and transformed, and the turrets that looked very difficult to chew surrounded everyone.

"You will attract the attention of that intelligence-hating creature, and I will not allow you to do this so hastily. Especially you, Perturabo."

"Huh?" Perturabo was a little surprised, why could anyone know him in this place, "Don't hide! Come out!"

Perturabo's voice was amplified, and his weapons were turning, scanning for enemies he had not whitelisted.

A silent and hard wall was carried by the robot. The moment Chagatai saw it, a name emerged in his mind.

Fulgrim was shocked, then looked guilty.

Perturabo gritted his teeth and began to assemble the nuclear bomb.

Orikan was worried. He didn't want anything to interrupt their progress, and then he overloaded Trazin's video equipment with his backhand.

"Hey! You piece of shit! This is a precious moment in history!"

Rogal Dorn, who had disappeared for a long time, was standing in front of everyone. The thick golden armor on his body had lost its former luster, and only exaggerated damage remained.

According to Perturabo's judgment, the claw marks, craters, and melting injuries caused by the energy weapon bombardment should all be caused by the robots here.

"You're not dead...you're really lucky." Perturabo frowned and mocked.

Dorn also responded with a cold face, "I will not die easily until you traitors are strangled to death by me... The first one is you, Perturabo. The second one is you... .Fulgrim."

Dorn's straightforward words made Fulgrim's face paler suddenly. He lowered his head and stopped the Emperor's Son who was trying to rush forward.

The High Technology Community can be understood as the arms dealers in Necrontyr