Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

At some point, the power left by Kane has dissipated, and the center of the galaxy has become a dead zone, although there are still many living things alive. Too many creatures died in this battle royale, and too many creatures unleashed their potential in desperate situations and exceeded their own limits.

But it doesn't matter anymore, the once perfect cycle of the Galactic Center has been broken, and this prosperous sector is dying.

The curtains of the real world barely maintain their existence, although they can no longer stop even the most common warp demons.

"About 60% of the survivors have survived, and nearly 70% of the dead souls are still in the real universe (the Eldar have infinite circuits, and other invited psionic races have similar equipment). It's time to release the fragments of the Star God, so that They help wash the floor and recharge the energy a second time."

Asuryan sat on the throne, feeling the wails of the Eldar, and carefully checked the data status. He didn't care how the Eldar died, he only cared about the process and when to take the next step.

"Is it suitable to release randomly or at fixed points now?"

Val was too busy stabilizing the cage to look at the data.

"The data is now quite ideal. Just launch it as planned. No fine-tuning is required."

The speaker was Kane, who was holding a flaming sword and looking through the sword body at the real universe.

"Release them as soon as possible. I have checked the killing circle and can contain them."

Bloodhand added, his voice calm and low, as if anger and malice were released, Kane's mind finally started to work, and the God of War truly began to come online.

The psychic ban was lifted, the space channel was opened, and the Star God fragments rushed towards the center of the galaxy like a group of mad dogs that had been hungry for a long time.

The fragments of the Burner landed on a planet, and with a wave of his hand, half of the city made of spiritual bones began to burn. He rushed into it and began to feast on the souls of the Eldar.

Tentacles of fire grazed the bodies of the survivors, and the souls of the Eldar were singled out before they could take refuge in the soul stone safe boxes. The Burner is like an eater holding a toothpick and chewing snails. He doesn't care about the body of the Eldar, only the fat soul inside.

His cloudy eyes still had the majesty that shocked all things, but they no longer had the shrewdness and purity of the past. Under the attack of psychic energy and the secondary damage of the cage, the few remaining consciousnesses had dispersed, and he had become A beast that only relies on instinct.

The Ork obtained the handheld Deathstrike Missile Launcher and relied on his teammates to resist the destructive god pollution of the Star God Shard. His psychic energy gathered in his eyes, aimed at the Burner, and pulled the trigger.

The Burning Man, who was busy eating, did not dodge the blow, but the Death Strike only set off a firework on his body to add to the fun of the feast, and achieved nothing.

Nyadrassa raised his head and shook it left and right for a while before seeing the orc. Recalling the power and principle of the metal projectile, he also formed a fireball and shot it back.

This attack was so perfunctory that it was as if it was driving away mosquitoes that interfered with his eating. It made little noise on the mainland. It just silently turned several provinces into boiling lava lakes.

Then eat with your head down.

The fragments of the Nightbringer happened to hit a group of merchant ships that escaped, accompanied by several frigates of the Spirit Empire Navy.

Azagorod performed a "Mobile Ship to Avoid Pedestrians Ahead" on the spot. The huge shadow projected seemed like a real entity. He searched the ship with one hand and pinched it with his fingers. The outer deck was shattered. His eyes stared and all his souls were gone. Inhaled into the body, all life in the ship will die.

Seeing that these two "cans" were empty, they threw them out casually, breaking away from the shackles of the Star God's power. The two spiritual bone-structured ships rapidly aged and shattered in the cold void, turning into dust and dissipating.

The Death of Metal, which was originally supposed to act on metals and organisms, also acts on spiritual creations because of the Star God's contact.

After exploding dozens of lookouts, the Spirit Empire's frigate finally reacted and took aim and opened fire.

The intensive rate of fire of the psychic rapid-fire cannon fired the psychic armor-piercing explosive shells like a long whip, cleaning the fragments of the Nightbringer.

Countless projectiles either shattered or were deflected by the shield raised by the Night Holder. The damage was not great, but it delayed the offensive of the Star God Shards, and the two sides formed a stalemate.

This kind of attack is obviously not sustainable on the Eldar side. The battleship's effectiveness caused by the hasty evacuation is insufficient. The psionic circuit in the ship cannot exert its maximum effect due to the insufficient number of psykers.

After much thought, the captain of the Peacekeeper frigate personally took action and activated the dimensional tearing cannon that penetrated the entire ship. In theory, once this weapon was successfully launched and hit, it could banish the Necron cruiser or severely damage the Necrons without shield protection. Spirit battleship.

A light spear emitting hazy light left the frigate and hit the fragment of the Nightbringer whose vision was obscured by the barrage. The armor-piercing part broke through the opponent's shield and activated two blasts to tear the working area of ​​the part. The dazzling psychic explosion illuminated the dark universe.

But that was all. Between life and death, the fragments of the Night Holder poured power into his chest, and he chose to take the blow forcefully!

After the explosion ended and the high-energy reaction had not dissipated, the captain of the frigate yelled angrily: "Silly children, run away! Why are you standing still!"

It was too late, Azagorod dodged, leaving an afterimage on the spot before it dissipated, and rushed into the opponent's face. Those eyes glowing with green fluorescent lightning stared at the captain, and he was hurt.

There was a shallow crater on the chest, similar to a moon impact crater. This blow was very strong and shattered the alloy outer armor of the Star God fragments, but unfortunately it failed to penetrate. His power was repairing it.

The captain stretched out his index finger and pointed at the fragment of the god: "Fuck..."

The battleship exploded, lighting up the world again. The captain knew at the last moment that he could not escape, but he still helped his people one last time. The merchant fleet also came to their senses and began to run away desperately. Who can escape and ascend to heaven depends entirely on their own destiny.

After a while, a dark figure chased him out and caught up with a ship. He caught him and ate it like crazy. Yes, this guy was both injured.

The fragment of Galactus (self-designed, a small star god) was thrown out of the cage and fell straight onto a settlement world, where it smashed through the crust.

But it didn't have any impact on the planet. It was still dead silence, and the survivors only thought it exploded again, causing a big earthquake.

After lying in the lava for a while, he flew to the surface and started eating the Eldar buffet.

What was very embarrassing was that while He was holding, yes, a ten-meter-long metal giant holding an Eldar in his hand, and was chattering one by one, an Eldar patrolman rushed over.

This was nothing, but the patrolman had a melta bomb in his hand. Galactus' stomach churned as he looked at the activated bomb. In fact, this is because He has been hungry for too long and is eager to eat. Wouldn't it be better to just melt it? A mouthful!

As a result, this feeling made him feel a little nauseous, and furthermore, he felt like vomiting, so he became afraid.

After that, He looked at the charging Eldar and the eager melt bombs, dropped the Eldar in his hand, and soared into the sky - He ran away.

Only an unlucky patrolman was left, swallowed by the high-energy particle stream of the melta bomb.

The Eldar who was left behind but still had breath: Why didn't He take me and use me as solid food on the road?