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

Chapter 636 Leziren

Holding the Book of Sacred Words with the texture of human skin tightly in his hand, Donne looked back at the unfamiliar Battle Sisters and Crusaders. The fanaticism in these people's eyes made Donne feel panicked, but he still built a wall to protect his soul. , choose to ignore it all for the time being, standing like a heavy high wall in front of danger.

Deteriorated bodies are being continuously created, and Amalaga has absorbed some of Fabius' experience in adjusting the Space Marines to make these warriors who only have biological instincts more powerful.

Fabius was controlled by Amalaga. This scientific madman who was engaged in genetic research in the Eye of Terror was locked in the trillions of compressed bones created by Amalaga. Only his hairless head could still move. When Fabius saw Fulgrim among the team, his face suddenly turned pale.

The subspace power extracted from the invisible waste abyss is breeding more degenerates, and the nightmares mixed with these twisted warriors have also become hidden blades.

"Victor! What are you going to do? You are pushing the Eldar into the pit of extinction!" Efreni could not understand Victor's madness. She and the other angry Eldar The prophets attacked Victor together.

Victor just looked back with contempt without explaining a word. In his eyes, there was really no need to say more than a word to a dead man.

What a chaotic scene!

This side is the living people who can still be understood. They hold the position under the leadership of the Primarch and the Chosen One, and then attack forward. Although some warriors fall quietly, more warriors will fill the gap in their firepower.

The other side is a nightmare creation, a pale flesh monster made of subspace, sewn with skin made of Tau genes to suppress the disordered madness within, and behind those twisted zombies, there is the blade of nightmare.

The Deceiver watched all this with great joy. He laughed, he mocked, he cried, he laughed. Only the God of Laughter in the entire universe could compete with him in terms of having fun at the show.

The Deceiver looked up at the melee between Lin Fan and the headquarters, and looked down at the fight between the living and the dead. He looked straight at the onlookers sealed in the tomb, and jumped out of his sight to admire the Inamas Emperor who had turned into half a fire god. A deadly battle with Landugal, the God of the Skinned Ones.

How wonderful! What a mess! What a feast for the eyes!

The roar of laughter was released from the several eyeballs he left behind, making it extremely noisy.

He seemed to see a battle in heaven, and the happy scene of the Star God's civil war was emerging before his eyes. This excitement made his illusory body tremble. The fraudsters were already a bit unclear whether this was the fluctuation caused by the destruction of the altar, or whether his body could no longer bear the upcoming grand fun.

"Next! Yes! There is more fun to watch!" He raised a finger to stir up the situation on the battlefield.

"That's not fun enough!"

The Deceiver found a fertile galaxy with ten planets, instigated the activities of cultists who sacrificed themselves, and gained power through various deceptive activities.

Maybe he deceived his relatives and friends into entering a dangerous radiation pit, or deceived his slave brother that he could escape in a narrow passage!

The deceiver's overjoyed body and the angry and distorted face of the deceived all make the deceiver more happy and satisfied.

As if the time had come, he cut off his fingers, pointed them at these chaotic and abnormal planets, and started rubbing them vigorously.

The steady gravity between the planets was broken, almost irreversibly collapsing, and the Deceiver just hissed softly, deceiving the will of these planets into solid enough spheres.

The spheres turned into dice under the pressure of the Deceiver's fingers, and the Deceiver rolled them across the galaxy without any regard for the casualties of his followers and the innocent people on the planet.

"Big failure! Big failure!" The fraudster cast a result. He aimed at a space warrior using an automatic cannon. When he looked over, the automatic cannon made by Perturabo suddenly exploded, triggering subsequent The loaded shells detonated one by one.

The warrior was killed on the spot, and the flying metal fragments even penetrated into the solid ceramic armor of other warriors.

"Huh?" Perturabo was very sensitive to the sound of weapons exploding, "A shoddy product? It shouldn't be..."

The fraudster started rolling the dice again, and he even created a doppelganger, and the two fraudsters rolled the dice while placing bets.

"Great success!" A sniper shot by an Eldar ranger killed dozens of degenerates equipped with heavy bone armor. The ranger felt strange about his shooting.

Hope, the Chapter Leader of the Lamenters, holds a power sword. He stares at the Nightmare Warriors lurking around the degenerate body with a determined expression. In Perturabo's training, he has been transformed, and he is no longer the rookie who took over the battle group out of desperation.

He chopped down two degraded bodies and kicked the incoming nightmare...

"Little failure!"

Hope suddenly felt his feet slipping uncontrollably, and he made a straight line on the dangerous battlefield. He was confused and anxious. The more he moved his feet, the more he was affected by the shattered flesh of the degraded body.

Perturabo looked away during the gap in the battle. He saw Hope's bad appearance and narrowed his eyes just as he was about to have a seizure.

He scanned the entire battlefield and felt that more and more strange things were happening...

"Big failure!"

"Success!"

"A small success!"

"Nothing happened!"

Perturabo can receive information from the entire battlefield through his armor's system, so he has the deepest understanding of the current chaos on the battlefield.

If just one thing with extremely low probability happens, it can be called luck. But when such extremely low probability things happen together, you have to think about what weird things are affecting their battle.

Elafren hid her figure as much as possible. When the next cloak energy was fully charged, she rushed out and landed next to Orikan, who was shooting out electric sparks. Under the guidance of Trazin, she quickly took out Orikan's weapon. Data core.

Now that she has succeeded, Elafren has to stay away from this dangerous place. She rolls up her cloak and prepares to dodge to an open space, and then the fraudster sets his sights on her. When she sees the result...

"Big failure!"

Elafren's expertly practiced quick hands suddenly felt an itch, and he subconsciously scratched with his fingers. Elafren then pulled his cloak and landed in front of Jaghatai Khan.

"Ah?" Looking at the scimitar attacking him, Elafren could only see Jaghatai's shocked face.

Elafren's head was cut off easily and neatly, and the blood in his body sprayed on the stunned Khan's face.

Jaghatai stared blankly at Elafren's bloody corpse, and then tears of pain and shock fell from the corners of his eyes.