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

wrong....

wrong....

There is indeed no human face here, but to be more precise, there is no fully human face.

The alien body, which was different from human beings, was complete, layered together to form a huge black cube. It is impossible to calculate the number of these black cubes of Angron, let alone how many people were used to spell these cubes.

Those things that could be identified as human limbs were pieced together into eight-pointed stars that symbolized chaos. Human skin, internal organs, limbs, and the entire human body except the brain are the basic units that constitute these eight-pointed stars.

Although it is very strange, it is much more orderly than space.

Angron thought this way, and then he saw these black cubes become active, radioactive current spread throughout the cubes, and then these cubes deformed and stretched, connecting together like nerve cells.

Each beam of electricity carried a command, and the spectacular sight of countless commands being accepted and released in an instant was beyond Angron's words.

"The machine soul of Leman Russ! If you are really as tough and unyielding as the Mechanicus Priests say! Climb out of this blood swamp quickly!"

++ Signal received...Process standardization level 0%...Enter random filtering items...Random selection of values...No feedback...++

"Glorious, omniscient and omnipotent Omnisiah! We are here to pray to you! May your eternal original power protect the prosperity of these gods' mechanical martial arts!"

++ Signal received...Process standardization level 0.0005%...Enter random filtering items...Random selection of values...No feedback...++

"Rearrange the order of the black stone magnetic pole atoms and call the 0-Ba-1 backup command to adjust the energy output flow!"

++ Signal received... Process standardization level is 51%... Enter the basic feedback process... Value selection result: Provide technical support. ++

"This is an alien relic buried deep in the monastery. During the long years of the chapter's existence, no technical sergeant or chapter leader has been able to decipher the technical secrets of this alien relic... But our great chief think tank relied on His boundless loyalty and love for the Emperor unlocked this mysterious creation... We only need to perform an ancient and complex ritual to use this power to defeat the Chaos traitors... Chapter Master! Make a decision quickly! For Emperor!"

++ Abnormal signal received... Location of the cracker... B-DD Delta Galaxy... The firewall is blocking... The success rate is predicted to be 68%... Blocking failed... ++

These simultaneous sounds came from all directions in this strange space, and what responded to these sounds without any delay were the black cubes made of alien bodies.

The alien opened its mouth and responded like a cold and efficient machine. They only handled the work and did not care about Angron's intrusion and observation.

Angron vaguely felt that he was being pulled by something. This attraction aroused Angron's resistance. He did not want to be blown to some secret place that he did not know.

Angron turned around and took a look, raised his hand and grabbed two flowing digital codes. After being superimposed countless times, these illusory codes can even be grasped in his hand like a real rope.

The digital codes grasped by Angron's two arms can affect the operation of many devices in the galaxy, ranging from the mysterious perpetual motion engine in the ancient fortress to the rusty pickaxe handle installed on the slave worker's arm. The fate lies in Angron's hands.

The digital code became Angron's strong position against the attraction. He hardly felt tired or tired under the confrontation of this force.

If you can stay like this for a lifetime, it's not unacceptable.

However, Angron was not able to do so. As the old saying goes: If you don't look for trouble, trouble will come to you.

The surface of a smaller cube was somewhat loose, and an alien body that formed the cube was slowly pulled out, and then flew towards Angron.

Angron tried to escape, but in vain, and finally he collided with the alien.

"Below me is the god of death! I am below the god of death!"

An unbelievable and horrified voice sounded in Angron's mind. He knew that this was the alien's consciousness that was causing trouble. He viciously ordered the alien to get out of his mind, but the alien ignored him and remained immersed in it. Unable to extricate myself from the emotions of shock and horror.

This disturbance attracted the attention of the space, and the black light and shadow instantly crossed all the cubes and came to Angron.

++you? ++

++Trap? Backhand? ambush? Assessment status...infected...harm level...high! ++

++But it has interesting characteristics...you can take advantage of it and prepare an anti-virus program. ++

The cold mechanical sound sounded, and just listening to this voice of truth, which was pieced together by countless mechanical and physical rules, almost caused Angron's sanity to collapse.

But fortunately, his will has been tempered to an incredible degree by the escalating and never-ending torture of the Butcher's Nail, so Angron can still remain rational despite this voice.

This is not an enemy he can defeat. He must find a way to escape...

Angron looked around, because he couldn't understand the meaning of the numbers flowing around him, so he couldn't find anything that could be used in this space.

At this time, the alien voice in his mind sounded again, and his reminder made Angron focus on a strand among the flowing numbers.

Should he trust the aliens? Logically speaking, it shouldn't be, but in this case, Angron had no better choice.

Angron stretched out his hand. Compared with the wisp of digital code, his fingers were as thick as legs and chopsticks, but the fine control ability at the level of Angron's original body provided him with effective help.

My mind was buzzing, and the mysterious digital code suddenly became understandable.

When Angron saw the true appearance of the digital code, he was immediately overcome by the two emotions of nausea and fear. He just wanted to curse and denounce the cunning and insidious aliens.

++Equipment: Butcher's Nails. ++

The decoded digital stream snaked up Angron's fingers, and soon formed an ethereal butcher's nail on the back of Angron's head.

Angron wasn't sure whether the pain that shot through the back of his head and spread throughout his body was real or fake, but he was certain of one thing.

Khorne's voice was becoming more and more apparent... and the phantom of pain that had been chasing him was nearby.

++Infection detected... Infection under analysis: Khorne. ++

As soon as the cold mechanical sound fell, a touch of red flowed in inexplicably, as if the canvas had been splashed with red paint and was as chaotic as a canvas.