Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1108 - Chapter 1105 I started, I won’t act anymore.

Iron Warriors, Iron Hands.

The two legions that loved to pile up firepower took the lead and launched various artillery fire. The shells streaked through the air and left thousands of tail marks, weaving the chaotic sky like cloth.

Under the ruthless attack of Gaussian beams, the insect swarm chose to imitate the ancient Eldar Empire, abandoning all defenses and only focusing on enhancing attack power and speed. Any shell falling in their center can cause horrific damage.

But for the bugs, this is not a loss. After all, after discarding the extra bone plates and carapace, the production consumption of these bugs becomes lower.

The situation of the orcs is completely different from that of the insects. They wear heavy armor that is several levels more advanced than the power armor of the Space Marines.

The whole body is covered with energy shields, and it has excellent resistance to Gaussian beams and artillery bombardments. If you have to say what the disadvantage is, it is that the number of orcs has become even rarer, so that they can be submerged in the sea of ​​​​insects and cannot be seen. Orc color.

The last thing that must be carefully observed is the demons. They have lost the characteristics of the gods and are mixed together like degraded bodies and are difficult to identify.

A piece of slimy shit shouted for the Dark Emperor, holding a sharp blade that burned fire and spit out blood, and then released ever-changing and unpredictable spells amidst the weird steaming sounds.

Fortunately, Tzeentch had no chance to integrate the warp essence of Slaanesh, otherwise these grotesque demons would have charged forward at extremely abstract speeds.

But to many soldiers of the Human Empire, demons are demons. They were supposed to be so ugly, and they didn’t care what they looked like. They only knew that the Emperor was fighting bravely beside them!

The Emperor is the most powerful being in the Imperium of Man after the God-Emperor, both spiritually and physically.

He pressed his palms together, and a violent fireball like a star was suddenly generated, and then was thrown into the ranks of the insect swarm and exploded suddenly.

The insect in the center instantly vaporized, and the boundless wave of fire spread out causing tens of thousands of insects to charcoal and burn, exuding a choking burnt smell.

More than a hundred big demons with mixed names flew towards the emperor, and without him even needing to take action, the found Sisters of Silence were arrayed in front.

Just standing with the sword in hand, relying on the soulless qualities emanating from the body, these ugly and powerful demons melted like the ice and snow in summer, leaving only their skeletons lingering.

After the Forbidden Army fired a few explosive shells, these demons completely dissipated and turned into mounds of gravel at the feet of the army.

The Emperor’s achievements here were astonishing, and the Primarchs were not to be outdone.

Leman Russ screamed to the sky, awakening the deepest savage nature of the Space Wolves’ genes.

In an instant, countless wolf furs covered his body, and his sharp claws and fangs gleamed. The lycanthropic genetic flaw that was feared by the Space Wolves was brought under control when Leman Russ mastered his own warp nature.

At this time, Leman Russ was covered with cold ice-blue hair. The powerful cold even distorted the laws of physics. The acid of the insect swarm and the laser of the orcs could be frozen in mid-air and could not penetrate an inch.

Beneath his giant wolf form are the half-wolf, half-human Space Wolves.

Their power has been further strengthened, and even the famously strong Salamander can easily lift it!

Under the guidance of Leman Russ’s roar, the Space Wolves responded in unison, leaping into the enemy and enjoying the pleasure of hunting them!

Only the fearless Space Wolves could not transform in the sarcophagus. They could only follow the equally plaintive Bjorn, complaining about the Techmarine’s meddling.

“He is really a wolf…” Magnus, who had never been able to deal with Leman Russ, was speechless. His casual guess turned out to be the truth. “Fortunately, my subspace nature is not so barbaric. ”

Then Magnus turned around and saw that there were only a thousand Sons of the Thousand Sores standing quietly behind him. Ahriman the Scarlet Letter was also holding a staff to accumulate spiritual energy, waiting for Magnus’s order.

“After this war is over, we will find a place to grow grapes and make wine, and then rebuild the library of knowledge.”

This behavior of setting a flag is undoubtedly a taboo on the battlefield, but Magnus did not realize this. After saying this, he clasped his hands together and recalled the desperate moment when he recklessly broke through the webway.

Magnus’s warp essence was released, and he lost his human form, leaving only a rune that twisted and twitched in mid-air and flickered.

Knowledge is condensing into visible facts, just as the technologist integrates complex calculations and mechanical structures into a small rune, and the casting of psychic spells becomes easier.

There is no need for rituals or materials. Just gaze at the runes to activate spiritual energy, and a powerful spell will be generated in your hand.

Ahriman and the Thousand Sons worked together, and a crescent moon made of spiritual energy was suspended in the air, releasing the disintegrating spell with unavoidable light.

The shells of the insect swarm hissed, the skin and flesh continued to fall off, and the blood quickly steamed without even a chance to flow out.

Seeing this, Mortarion folded his arms and complained, “Witchcraft… is so boring! Magnus will never be able to change his shortcomings.”

The death shroud on the side did not dare to speak, but occasionally cast helpless glances at the complex seven-number formation next to it.

Mortalion waved his hand and shook out a lot of poisonous gas, but before it floated into the Death Guard, it was all sucked up by a wreath above Mortalion’s head.

After becoming a demon, Mortarion did not want his descendants to suffer from the disease, so he asked Isha for this thing.

Sitting cross-legged in the center of the formation, Mortalion recited many numbers.

7, 49, 343, 2401….

More and more, the number seven became the most important link in numerology, and finally turned into a pair of rotten hands hidden deep in the ground.

The ground transformed by the Necrontyr with black stone turned into a quagmire that was difficult to traverse, but this situation only took effect on the swarm of insects, orcs, and demons.

For the Space Marines and the Astra Militarum, this ground is solid and reliable.

The sky is disintegrated by the light of the crescent moon, and the earth is delayed by the hands of decay.

There are wolves and lightning rushing across the front, and forests and dark crows descend in the depths.

The combined fighting power of the primarchs who had liberated the essence of the warp was overwhelming. The Emperor, holding the flaming sword in his hand, suddenly felt the complicated emotions of drawing his sword and looking around at a loss.

However, the emotion was more complicated for another person, King Silence, the true king of the Necrontyr dynasty, who was speechless about the smooth progress on the battlefield.

“This is so weird… Computing psychic powers will never be our area of ​​expertise.”

The sigh in the heart of the King of Silence was heard by the Void Dragon. This master of technology was originally a fragment of the glory of the past. After being educated by the God Emperor and the Subjector in turn, he was also very powerful. After fighting for a while, he had to go back to the base to drink. Highly compressed energy drink to replenish your body.

The Void Dragon put his hand on the shoulder of the King of Silence to comfort him, “Don’t be sad. The more powerful they are, the less worry we have.”