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

"Aren't you afraid?"

The voice came again, and Lin Fan heard it clearly this time.

Lin Fan looked around and saw darkness. If he hadn't known that he wouldn't be hurt, he would have suspected that he was blind.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Faced with questions again and again, Lin Fan could only answer lightly, "I don't understand..."

Something was broken, and the incomprehensible began to change in a comprehensible direction. The darkness subsided, and a huge sphere appeared in front of Lin Fan.

The sphere itself does not emit light, but it allows Lin Fan to see the entire sphere clearly. It is like a player exploring a dark dungeon in the game. When you get close to something, an abnormal light will illuminate it. Its details.

The sphere is roughly silver-white, with large areas of complex and majestic mechanical structures spread out on the surface. There are huge damaged wounds in it, as dark and deep as an abyss.

Lin Fan threw the light spear, and his feet landed on the surface of the sphere. He stomped his feet and heard a dull sound of metal.

The questioning voice did not sound, and Lin Fan could only rely on his intuition to explore around. Finally, he looked at the dark abyss, jumped in with a jump of his feet.

When Lin Fan jumped down, a piece of flesh and blood in the void was panting in fear.

This is Amaraja who was put into the flesh and blood of the Skinner by the Deceiver. He has been running away for too long under the terrorist threat behind him. Even with the protection of the flesh and blood of the Skinner, he feels that his spirit is on the verge of collapse.

"Congratulations!" The afterimage of the Deceiver appeared, he captured Amalaga, and then quickly disappeared.

"What else do you want from me? Damn you bastard..." Amaraga made an unclear insult through the vibrating pieces of flesh.

"No, no, no, I've got what I wanted, and now I'm my best enemy. I hope I can get something interesting from you."

"what?"

The Deceiver tore Amalaga from flesh and blood and sealed him into a soulless Eldar shell.

The body was stripped out of the soul through the inhumane Chaos Ritual. This soul was sealed in the large formation on the ground by the believers of Tzeentch Faith. When the ritual was started, the soul of the Eldar could easily open a rift leading to the subspace.

The nine believers held books and quills, praising the greatness of the Lord of Change.

The nine believers obtained the truth they wanted, but their mortal bodies could not bear this excessive knowledge, and they inevitably became deformed.

They became chaos eggs and stuck together to form a ring structure symbolizing infinity.

The souls of the Eldar were steaming, and their wails penetrated the walls of the halls, audible to the Space Marines searching the lower levels of the hive.

These space warriors were clad in simple, sturdy robes and ancient power armor in pitch black color.

These Space Marines are unknown to the rest of the Imperium, and only the ten thousand-year-olds buried in the Dauntless will recognize their identities from the mottled markings on their armor.

Dark Angels during the Great Crusade.

But for the current Dark Angels, they are traitors - fallen angels who must be completely eliminated.

These fallen angels are headed by one man, who holds two spears and carries a giant sword. This person was Seve, who was excommunicated and rebellious by the Dark Angels inner circle.

"For the Lion King," Seve said, and then moved at superhuman speed, leading the fallen angels towards the ritual hall.

There were many cultists blocking their way on the road, but these rabble-rousers armed only with automatic firearms and handmade rocket launchers were completely unable to slow down the fallen angel's movements.

The door was burned through by the melta gun, and the fallen angels poured into the hall. As soon as they entered, they found an open subspace rift and an immobile Chaos Egg on the side.

They were one step late, and the frustration of the failed mission made the fallen angels feel guilty.

"Hahaha~" came the laughter of the Deceiver. He sealed the fallen angels in a prison that could only be broken from the outside world.

At the same time, the Dark Angels, who had been informed by the Deceiver long ago, arrived above the planet. Without any explanation or response to the planet's imperial department, they directly sent three companies of Dark Angels deep into the hive.

The prison was broken by the Dark Angels, and Cypher and the other Fallen Angels suffered merciless attacks from the Dark Angels.

The fraudster nodded with satisfaction and then disappeared.

Amalaga was sent to the warp, where he was controlled by Tzeentch.

"Now, you will become a pawn in my great plan!"

Tzeentch forced Amalaga to surrender to him and used a contract to control his soul. After doing all this, he sealed Amalaga in a crystal and sent it to a more stable area in the subspace.

This area is filled with forges and foundries, but on a much larger scale than the Iron Warriors' hellworks.

The huge engine that extracts immaterial energy roars and runs, and the demon bound in the evil iron trembles under the cruel gaze of the Dark Sage.

This is a mine for knowledge mining for the Dark Mechanicus. Only barbarians who do not know the power of technology would regard this place as a huge factory.

The towering furnace spits out flames, forming a string of words, and new theories are extracted from the subspace.

The sound of gears biting became the sound of admiration for technological excavation. After sinking into this immaterial world without the concept of time and space, no one knew how much technological property the Dark Mechanicus had obtained under no taboo experimental conditions.

The mysteries of the heavens are unfolding before our eyes...

Kalbhar, who was once the Forge General of Mars, conducted research in the spire, and occasionally devoted some of his energy to looking up the knowledge of mining in the mines.

How many slave workers died in a certain deep tunnel...

The demon in a certain factory area began to break away from the shackles of steel again...

A scholar from a certain college was killed by the research results he discovered...

He issued orders for armed fleets to trade with the scattered Chaos warbands.

They handed over their weapons and ammunition, and the Chaos warbands sent Imperial slaves. Priests of the Order of Mars sometimes appear in slave merchant ships. Kalbohar understands the decline and decay of the Mechanicus from their minds, and despises their hesitance to move forward on the path of the All-Machine God.

Tzeentch's demon army is not common. Kalbohar put down all the work at hand when he sensed the blue and purple chaotic clouds in the distance.

A crystal encapsulating Amalaga was placed in the square with the devil's face. Kalbohar was a little confused. He asked the accompanying devil engine to prepare for battle.

"Our master wants to sign a contract with you." A Variety Demon Lord spoke first.

"Contract? Where is the reward and price?" Kalbohar asked calmly.

"The reward is the prisoner of this crystal. He has mastered a magical technology, the technology of extracting power from the invisible waste abyss. As for the price... we can slowly discuss it."