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

The smiling deformity is staring at the imperial army, and uneasy music is echoing in the deep underground.

Suddenly he stopped changing and trembling, and looked back unnaturally, only to see his shadow projected on the surface of the black sphere floating from deep underground.

Emotions that were tens of millions of times more frightening than those of a mortal were growing. He tried to get back into the box, but on the way to the box, he lay limply on the ground and turned into a graffiti of fear stuck to the ground.

The commotion in the prison suddenly stopped, and all the dark relics were reflected on the surface of the sphere, and then disappeared, turning into disturbing and twisted pictures in the dungeon.

This is not a container in a prison...

Tockman stared at the sphere, but he could not prove whether this stare was voluntary or controlled.

The sphere floated toward them, and the Imperial Guards were unable to move, like statues waiting to be smashed.

Finally, a burst of sacred light shone, and the black sphere stopped moving with some fear, and disappeared in the conceptual gap opened by the magnificent hammer.

Covered in cold sweat, the Custodes were by design unafraid of death and fear of nothing.

But just now they did feel the unfamiliar emotion of fear. It is impossible to tell whether it is genetic instinct or the conceptual influence of the sphere.

They thanked the Emperor for his help and walked around the prison on shaky legs.

All the prisoners who were accidentally released are dead, and those who are still in the cages are shivering. I believe that there will be no trouble in the underground prisons for a long time to come.

The black sphere traveled through time and space and came behind Lin Fan. His appearance made everything around him feel uneasy. Even the plants composed of the power of subspace showed obvious discomfort.

This fear spread further and further, and meaningless garbled codes and horrific scenes composed of numbers began to appear in the data core of the headquarters.

Lin Fan looked back at the black sphere and saw his own reflection on the smooth surface, without showing any fear.

He reached out and pinched the ball, squeezed it slightly, then threw it into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it.

"This preserved egg is quite delicious."

The headquarters' data has fallen off a cliff again, and more pain is brewing...

"Why? Why exactly?"

He could clearly see that the creation that could not be recorded turned into a preserved egg the moment Lin Fan spoke, a genuine preserved egg.

All the fear disappeared in an instant, leaving only the faint smell of preserved eggs still lingering in the air.

"Hehehe..." The headquarters smiled a little crazy. He stared at Lin Fan's position and roared loudly, "If you are the embodiment of truth! Let me witness the limit of truth!"

With that done, he built real weapons instead of the research stations and generators he had used for fun before.

The weapons that were first involved in regularity inspired the flora to fight back more ferociously, and the physical and psychological war will continue.

"What is happening above my head? Why do I feel flustered?" Looking up at the twinkling eight-pointed star, Perturabo looked gloomy. They were getting closer and closer to the building in the center, and the resistance they encountered was also More and more violent.

At first, the robots belonging to the core would provide them with some support, but once they got here, the core disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only some rather scary-looking medical equipment.

Looking at these circling and twisting liquid medical robots as translucent as slugs, Perturabo really couldn't trust these things.

"Elder! We have sent the wounded back!" Several soldiers from the Lamenters tied up their brothers and dragged them back with the chains.

The electromagnetic interference here was so shocking that even the enhanced servo skulls couldn't sustain it for long, and they fell from the sky one by one.

"Zizi...Perturabo...I need...support..." The voice of the call was extremely distorted, but Perturabo could tell that it was Chagatai's voice.

This original body with good melee skills is fighting with a spider-shaped robot. This robot is filled with a super deceleration field. Any long-range fire strike will stop in the air due to the interference of the super deceleration field, and then fall to the ground. .

The spider robot itself is also affected by the super deceleration field. It has no long-range weapons at all, and is covered with various gravity weapons and kinetic energy weapons.

The gravity clamp was blocked by Jaghatai's scimitar, but the stance on the scimitar only supported the weapon from breaking. Jaghatai was pressed to the ground by gravity, his armor creaked painfully, and then flew out like a squeezed rubber ball.

Dorn filled the position of Jaghatai, attracting the spider droids to prevent them from causing more damage to the Empire's warriors.

"Ifreni, let your men attack."

"it is good."

Ifreni responded, and the Eldar Prophet held hands, gathered their spiritual energy, and bombarded a raging lightning on the super-deceleration field.

The lightning was slowly penetrating inward, approaching the shell of the spider robot, and then disabled the robot's super deceleration field for 3 seconds.

Perturabo didn't waste any of these three seconds. The cannonballs and missiles he fired approached the moment the deceleration field retreated, hitting the spider robot hard and shaking his body.

Dorn's iron fist was aimed at the abdomen of the spider robot. Fulgrim and his warriors also slashed at the unbalanced robot as much as possible, dodging the attacks of dozens of gravity weapons while stabbing the power sword into the joints. , forcefully cut out these limbs.

"Here I come!" Chaghatai ran very fast. He jumped up high and put all his strength into his scimitar, slashing at the spider robot's sensing sphere.

After opening a huge gap, he was not satisfied with the injury, and then stabbed into it one after another, smashing the structure inside as much as possible.

The spider droids ceased functioning, and a devastating explosion occurred, leaving the Primarchs no time to react.

In the hot smoke of the explosion, Dorn carried Jaghatai and the unconscious Fulgrim out with his face covered in black and gray. He walked to Perturabo's side and gasped gently, enduring the severe pain throughout his body.

"Those... people... are dead and I can't save them."

Looking at Dorne, Perturabo knew he was referring to the Emperor's Children who had been deeply corrupted by Chaos.

Although Dorn's tone was still very calm, his willingness to call those deformed warriors human beings was the greatest respect he showed.

"It's better to be dead. It saves a lot of explanations. Maybe they returned to the subspace and fell into the arms of Slaanesh."

The current organizational structure of the Mechanicus is that they are still a scientific research organization in name only, and fighting is a sideline.