I produce soldiers every day, starting from the end of the world

The entire area is a symphony of corruption, driven by the onslaught of the Space Marines of the Sons of Torment warband.

Group after group of deer men fell to the ground, their eardrums burst and their internal organs shattered, and they died.

The Gray Deer have the ability of druids and can transform into gray deer with sharp blades on their heads.

The White Deer Man has no ability to transform, but his blood has special energy flowing in his body.

It was this blood that inspired them to create molecular weapons.

This weapon was manufactured in batches and distributed to every Deerman warrior.

They have never encountered an enemy that made them despair in this sector.

The enemy at this moment really made them feel desperate.

And this despair is exactly what the Sons of Torment warband want to see.

After a large number of corpses fell, the deer warriors finally became afraid.

They ignored the orders of their officers and the threats from the supervising team.

He ran desperately towards the distance to escape.

Stay away from this battlefield filled with hellish music.

Unfortunately, the surroundings are surrounded by flying vehicles corrupted by Slaanesh.

They have been surrounded.

The deer people watched the overwhelming number of fighter planes flying towards them.

The doomsday whistle above the fighter plane releases huge manic music and swoops down.

The roar of the doomsday sirens dragged them into a fantasy of desire.

Seeing the deer men dancing, the Space Marines of the Sons of Torment warband excitedly released the deadly resonance in their throats.

As the line continued to lengthen, the warband members began to spread out their attacks.

They still attacked in small groups.

One holds a howl weapon, one holds a noise weapon, one holds a sword-wielding Chaos Terminator holding a distorted phantom sword, and one wears a hallucinogenic cloak holding a soul-inducing whip.

It is equipped with a chariot equipped with three funeral speakers, a Chaos tank chariot possessed by a Chaos demon, and a Chaos Dreadnought equipped with large noise cannons on both hands.

This formed a fighting squad for the Sons of Torment warband.

Can basically cope with any environment.

In order to clear the enemy more quickly, the Chaos Space Marines divided the Deermen army into countless large and small battlefields.

The Space Marine standing on the funeral sound chariot, holding a guitar produced by Chaos, happily played beautiful music.

A few hours later.

Hundreds of millions of Gray Deer people and hundreds of millions of White Deer people were all wiped out. The Deer people who were not killed by the shock became a dazzling sight on the battlefield.

They took off their armor and danced an unsightly dance of bliss.

Deermen alive in this blissful illusion quickly become corrupted.

Pink chaotic energy appears on them.

Constantly transforming their bodies.

Slowly the appearance began to change.

First, the tongue becomes thinner and longer, the pupils turn pink, and the body rises rapidly.

Then the limbs became slender, and the fingers changed from human-like hands to claws, which intertwined and penetrated the combat boots and extended out.

The muscles in his calf deformed, eventually transforming into a monster with an extended tongue.

The Chapter Leader of the Sons of Torment warband nodded with satisfaction.

'Transport them to the battleship, we need more warriors'.

The vocal organ has been replaced by a device, and his voice has become very shrill, like a woman's.

The war gang members raised their weapons and pointed at the sky with another burst of joyful release.

Unexpectedly, the guy did not raise his weapon, but pulled the trigger on the whip-wielding Chaos Space Marine in front of him.

The Chaos Space Marine who was hit looked up to the sky and roared with enjoyment.