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

"This is why you Ark people are all useless cowards." Victor opened his palm, and a bright tear of Isa reflected the compassionate face of Ifreni.

As a token of the Eldar's god of life and love, the Tears of Isa can not only bring life to the flesh and bones of dead people, but can also awaken the greatest kindness in the hearts of those with conscience.

Of course, you must first have a conscience before it can be awakened, and Victor is obviously not one of them. His heart is pure black.

Ifreni's eyes were firmly locked by the Tears of Isa, her body softened, and she held the dying Victor in her arms like a gentle mother treating her child.

"You bastard..."

"I'm not lying to you, I'm really going to die." Victor was very satisfied with Ifreni's anger. His chest opened, and a yellow dice similar to the material of the fraudster's eyes was spinning and shaking. Renee felt that something was wrong the moment she saw the dice. She tried her best to control herself and throw the dying Victor away, but she could not suppress her compassion.

The dice jingled, and there was only silence between the two. The power of the dice became smaller and smaller, and the voice gradually became lower. Victor suddenly spoke: "As a slave, I have always had good luck. "

When the dice was settled, Ifreni could not understand the symbols on it at all, but looking at the corners of Victor's lips and the whispers in her ears, she knew that the Comoros conspirator had obtained him. desired result.

"Success is just right."

In an instant, the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed, and the positions of Ifreni and Victor changed. Instead, Ifreni was lying weakly in Victor's cold arms. She frowned, realizing that the spiritual energy in her body was changing. It was sucked clean instantly.

Victor used his scarlet tongue to taste the taste of Efreni's face, without any intention of killing her.

At this moment, Ifreni saw many faces on Victor's face, these faces were erratic and ever-changing. She couldn't even tell whether these faces were what living things should look like.

"This is just the beginning, a fledgling little girl."

Victor looked at Efreni meaningfully, and then detonated his body. The chaotic psychic explosion blew Efreni away and shattered the barrier between her. The God of Death sprinkled a line of blood in the air and fell like a kite with a broken string.

After coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood, Ifreni felt that her whole body was wrapped in a biting cold. The flames of death would not bring her any warmth. These flames of the dead even caused the pain caused by the conspiracy power of the Black Muse. Expanded hundreds of times.

Reluctantly opening her eyes, Ifreni finally saw Fulgrim's emotionless and indifferent face.

It's really unbearable for humans to see me in such a miserable state... Ifreni thought drowsily, and for some reason, Guilliman's body came to mind...

Fulgrim looked at the face of Ifreni in his arms, which turned white and red. He didn't know what was going on, so he could only hand her over to the prophets of the Eldar tribe to deal with it.

Vector's explosion created a strange shadow beast. You can almost see the appearance of all the creatures of Commorragh in this beast, including the heads of orcs, the legs of Tyranids, and the narrow eyes of the Dark Eldar. This group of monsters shrank while spitting, and the blades and poison were spit out as they transformed.

Seles felt that her chest was being tormented by intolerable heat and incomprehensible coldness. She reached out and took out the fleshy flower she had contained.

The meat flower given to her by the God Emperor was no longer made of flesh, and its entire body was replaced by pink crystal. As soon as Seles took out the flower, it began to transform, eventually becoming a transparent little pigeon.

The pigeon looked at Seles and cooed, and Seles understood it. She held the pigeon, postured like a bowler, and threw the pigeon into the shadow.

The dove dissipated when it landed on the shadow, and the pink fragrance was seeping into the shadow little by little. The vines grew in circles, binding and shrinking the shadow.

Roka heard Tzeentch's mockery of Slaanesh in his mind. He thought that the time had come for him to make a difference, but Tzeentch still told him to stand still and wait for the opportunity to come.

Now only Drazal, Amalaga and the degenerate warriors are left. Facing the hostility of the Eldar and humans, the two of them have no fear.

Throwing Fabius aside, Amalaga took out a Blood Sacred Artifact, which was the Chaos Artifact given to Fabius by Vargul. It can be seen that Fabius was in Amalaga. There is no ability to protect this sacred weapon in front of me.

"Is this what you rely on? Then prepare to die!" Perturabo ordered the troops to launch a general attack. He wanted to completely crush this disgusting thing in front of him.

Dorn, Jaghatai, and Fulgrim the clone, the three of them became the sharpest spearheads. The human warriors felt infinite energy and enthusiasm emerge from their bodies just by looking at their backs.

Amalaga sighed. The degraded body can already break away from control to complete simple tactical coordination. However, extremely cheap mass production means that the degraded body is extremely weak when facing truly powerful individuals. The randomness of the subspace is too great. Although the degraded body army does not need logistics, the wide range of weapons makes it difficult for the degraded body to form a unified combat force.

At present, the most powerful feature of the degraded body is the infection and assimilation feature. Maybe you can go to a few forge worlds and fortress worlds and infect enough Titans and super-heavy tanks from there to make up for the randomness of the degraded body's weapons. .

Looking at Drazal beside him, Amalaga handed over the Blood Sacred Artifact.

"I know you just want to kill people, so why don't you ask more people to kill them together?"

Drazal ignored Amaraga. Although there were many scars on his body from Jaghatai's scimitar, he still rotated the blade excitedly, imagining the scene when the blades collided again and again in his mind.

"You can't handle this group of people. This holy weapon can call you reliable demon allies."

Drazal took a few steps forward, ignoring Amaraja's words, and prepared to strike.

The Blood Sacred Artifact is a little excited, and the cooled blood is boiling with Drazal's fighting spirit, even if Drazaar refuses the help of the Holy Artifact...

Drazal saluted the charging Jaghatai to thank him for the satisfaction the encounter had given him. Such behavior made the Blood Sacred Artifact's eyes burst into flames. The more unyielding and pure the warrior, the more he would appreciate him.

As for the issue of killing people, the Blood God doesn't care where the blood comes from or who it is shed for.

Monk Servitor, a Black Templar recruit who would be reformed if he failed the test, Dorn was furious.