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

"Who do you think is closer to the God of Death, you and me? Is it you, the coward who has held the five swords for a long time and is unwilling to unite, or me, the 'loser' who can sacrifice the entire Dark Eldar of Commorragh?" Woolen cloth?"

Efreni's face became paler, and she already understood what Victor meant by these words. Victor also admired Ifreni's fragility with great interest, releasing the power that the God of Death had passively given him little by little, crushing Ifreni's body and soul.

"Well...why did you do this..." Ifreni managed to hold on under the heavy pressure, her face was pale and covered with sweat.

"For what? Some people just want to watch the world burn, and I am that kind of person. Isn't it natural for slaves to look forward to the destruction of the empire?" When he said this, there was no sick smile on Victor's face. There was only a natural calm, which made Ifreni realize the extent of Victor's madness more deeply.

Victor got tired of teasing Ifreni, so he just snapped his fingers and pushed Thousand Faces and Ifreni back far away. Then he walked step by step towards the last old woman's sword embedded in Bietan's keel.

Ifreni flew out and fell to the ground hard, and the evil Victor even deliberately stirred the power of death in her body into a violent whirlpool. A feeling of weakness and nausea invaded Ifreni's body at the same time.

"Ahem..." Efreni spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with ice. The power of the dead souls was always known for its coldness. She felt desperate and couldn't think of how to stop Victor's actions.

Victor's appearance was too sudden. Not everyone can enter the Ark Keel. The countless forbidden spells outside will destroy all intruders. But these forbidden spells were silent on Victor's appearance, as if he was the real owner of the ark.

"Damn...damn..."

Suddenly, Efreni caught a glimpse of the darkness squirming beside her, and a bloody sense of fear covered her psychic perception like a veil.

Is it...is it Coze? It's the original body!

Ifreni regained hope at this time. She was unable to compete with Victor because the power of death was suppressed, but Curze was a primarch!

And judging from his brother's cautious attitude towards him and Lin Fan's few words, Coze's one-on-one strength is considered to be one of the best among the original bodies.

"Primarch Curze, I beg you to help us." Ifreni begged the shadow. She could have said Lord Primarch, but that would have seemed too humble. You can also express yourself with honorifics. Sincerity.

The shadows felt frustrated by Ifreni's screams, and Curze leaned half of his body out of the shadows, whispering that Corax should be damned, he wasted his talent.

There was no emotion in his eyes when he looked at Efreni, even disgust was hard to detect. Perhaps to him, all living creatures are just sinners who deserve to die and sinners who are about to die.

"Why should I help you?"

Hearing Coze's question, Ifreni, who had been shivering, was stunned, "We... aren't we allies?"

"Hahaha!" Coze was amused by Efreni's innocence. He suddenly felt that the Eldar in front of him had an outstanding talent for humor.

He gently hooked Efreni's face with his claws stained with the blood and flesh of the Night Lord and said, "I am the Midnight Ghost, and only fear is my friend."

Curze left the desperate Ifreni behind, and sank into the shadows to watch Victor getting closer and closer to the old woman's sword on the dragon's bones, until he held both hands on the hilt of the sword.

He breathed out a sigh of relief, "Haha... As expected, fate cannot be defied."

The next moment he finished his emotion, the last old woman's sword was freed from the shackles of the keel of Bietan's Ark, and the hard keel that supported the entire ark also broke into cracks, and the slow and irreversible destruction would begin step by step. Descend on the Ark of Bietam.

Victor held the famous Crone's Sword in his hand and looked at it casually, then threw it in the air like trash and ignored it. He just came to draw the sword and had no interest in the sword itself.

But the liberation of the five Crone Swords did indeed happen, and the ancient prophecy came into effect, pulling the swords together.

Efreni and the Thousand-faced Sword were attracted away, and the two long swords sealed in the treasure house of the secret room also crossed the distance of space and came to the side of the last sword.

The souls of the Eldar who have died from ancient times to the present are looming in the light of the five swords. They are full of desire and rage for revenge against Slaanesh.

"Next, let's start the plan." Victor smiled handsomely at the dazed Ifreni, then spread his arms, pulling the gloomy and biting power of the dead souls towards him without any scruples.

His power was growing so rapidly that even Fulgrim, who was higher up in the Ark, could detect it.

What was even more frightening was Orikan, who was trapped in Angron's living metal body. He prayed to Angron to let him take over control of his body to prevent the disaster from happening.

"Disaster? It doesn't matter." Angron sat in the corner of the room and responded dully to Orikan. He no longer cared about anything and became no different from Curze who wanted to die.

Thousands of years of mindless killing had worn away all his vigor and drive, leaving only deep fatigue.

The true Death Sword floated above the Broken Dragon Bones of Bietan, and all the Eldar present feared the deep death. And the God of Death, Aenead, who had been silent for a long time in an unspeakable toy box in the palace of indulgence in subspace, suddenly opened his eyes.

Finally, my fate has arrived.

Aenead was angry at the surrounding environment, which was filled with the lingering smell of Slaanesh's obscenity. The pink-purple light that pierced the darkness illuminated the environment around Aenead, and he felt that his divinity had been blasphemed just by looking at those creations.

Kudos to Viktor for his actions in offering himself the destruction of the Dark Eldar and merging the five prophesied Crone Swords into one.

Punish Ifreni for her cowardice, because she did not meet the death quota and followed that bastard named Lin Fan to create the disgusting and smelly Tree of Life.

As the chosen one of the God of Death, this is a shameful betrayal! No god will tolerate believers doing such stupid things!

"Hahahaha!" Ineyed laughed wildly, and he could feel more and more power of the dead souls rushing towards his body. He struck a blow against the once impenetrable wall of the toy box, destroying everything in its path.

"Slaanesh, your death is coming!"