Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1119 - Chapter 1116 Beginning and Ending

The True Void Flip Device takes effect, cutting the space independently and giving it a flip power, completely teleporting all the Necrontyr troops gathered here into the subspace.

When the army wants to escape from the subspace, they don’t have to look for weak gaps. They only need to give the cut space a strength, and the reversal of the world will naturally take them out one by one.

Sure enough, in the subspace corresponding to the center of the galaxy, there is a huge egg that cannot be seen in its entirety and is slowly developing. The sound of breathing coming out of the pores of the egg shell makes people subconsciously frightened.

Even a soulless metal man like the Necrontyr felt that his body was several degrees lower than in its normal state.

The Silent King didn’t bother to guess what horror was hidden in the egg shell, and directly ordered the fleet’s weapons to be charged, destroying the monsters in front of him at any cost.

Tens of millions of Gaussian beams of different thicknesses slammed into the egg shell. Because of the blessing of huge energy, the shooting of these Gaussian beams never stopped, releasing energy continuously like the brilliant sun.

The egg shell was broken through layer by layer, and soon reached the deepest point.

The Gaussian beam cannot illuminate the darkness beneath the egg shell, but all weapons operators can feel a hateful hostility projected from the darkness.

“He’s not ready yet… It’s very rude of you to do this.”

A slender figure is suspended in the air, zooming in and out on the screen.

Amazingly, it was Amaraja who was wearing researcher-style clothing. He had never died after becoming a servant of the Deceiver, and had been hiding in the dark to carry out crazy and blasphemous experiments.

“A blood pity from the Dark Eldar Tribe?” The Silent King saw at a glance that Amalaga’s flesh was unnatural, and then recalled that this guy was holding several Words of the Creator.

Amalaga laughed a little crazily and showed no fear of the huge army of Necrontyr. He just shouted with his own voice, “Our world is just a lie! A lie for the enjoyment of the upper-level observers! It’s just a lie!” Pure destruction is our only way to escape!”

“Ignore this nihilistic lunatic, all fleets keep firing!”

Seeing the Necrontyr open fire again, Amaraga’s eyes froze, and she shouted the mantra “Life” loudly.

The soulless flesh and blood generated out of thin air directly filled Amalaga’s body and merged with him. A huge and tough flesh cloth firmly blocked the Gaussian beam’s shooting.

The continuous disintegration state is actually not as fast as the flesh and blood generated out of thin air. The pitted wounds are quickly repaired and increased in value, making it look like the Necrontyr’s attacks are like water pipes filling an empty pool.

“die”

Speaking out another mantra, Amalaga sacrificed his newly acquired body to only one part in a trillion, and gave the inexplicable gift of death and elimination to the fleet of the Necrontyr, instantly severely damaging the three dynasties. Vigorous.

It is not normal for Amaraga to be able to use the mantra so efficiently just by relying on his physical body. This must be the fraudster behind him providing support for him.

King Silence’s eyes flashed and he made a decision in an instant.

He removed his decree of silence, and the system that had never made a sound revived under the impact of energy and instructions.

Finally, the King of Silence felt the power of erasure coming towards him and spoke softly.

“delete”

The power of erasure disappears, and with it there is no room for the power of erasure to move. The huge pore was repaired instantly, but the total mass of the entire universe was also reduced a lot.

This is simply destroying his own future in order to survive in the present, but the Silent King can no longer think so much at such a dangerous juncture.

Amalaga giggled, reminding the Silent King of the Deceiver’s smiling face that contained only teasing and cynicism.

The confrontation of the mantra was a huge burden for King Silence and Amalaga. Amalaga relied on the deceiver’s divine power to barely avoid being wiped out by the backlash of the mantra.

The Silent King poured the burden of the mantra onto the entire civilization, paying the price with the loss of technology and the demise of culture.

The entire Necrontyr fleet fell into silence, and while the burden of the mantra had not subsided, they could only endure the past in numbness.

During this period, many Necrontyrs with some slight consciousness were completely reduced to servants of code and mechanical logic, and the countdown to the demise of the entire civilization suddenly jumped forward.

“Hehehe…” Amaraja smiled, “It’s enough to delay it for a while… Although it’s not perfect, I don’t like pursuing perfection…”

“attached”

Then Amaraja shouted loudly, and the body completely dissipated, leaving only a wisp of broken consciousness flowing into the egg shell.

The Silent King doesn’t care who gets the main control of consciousness. He only cares about how the dynasty should destroy the monsters in front of them.

A roar came, and then the egg shell cracked inch by inch.

Boundless black light and the fear of death spit out, dyeing the subspace extremely dark.

The shadow of a large, square building was visible for a moment, and the rectangular signboard flashed with the letters GW.

The Silent King had no idea what was going on or what the two letters meant. He only saw virtual images of trees, streets, and buildings rapidly expanding to the edge of the Necrontyr legion. Many figures suddenly appeared beside the throne, and then twisted into incomprehensible abstract shapes, like more solid lines in the space. I pulled it out and kneaded it twice randomly, but the result was the same.

The sign flashed for more than a second, then fell into darkness and couldn’t be seen clearly.

The only light source disappeared, and only a hungry and hateful gaze pierced out of the darkness.

Seeing this, the Silent King cried out in his heart, and once again activated the True-Void Turning Device to send the fleet into the real space.

Facing such evil things, fighting in the subspace has no chance of winning.

Just as the fleet returned to reality, the empty God’s Throne also disintegrated and collapsed into a magic ring, with a huge crack opening in the center, slowly spitting out the evil things just now.

How terrifying is this?

Shadows of other gods can be seen in his appearance, with the cold white fire of Aenead, the Eldar god of death, wrapped around his body like a ribbon.

The hungry essence of the Hive Mind is transformed into a brain that is constantly crawling and evolving. The majestic spiritual energy of the insect swarm forms a translucent spherical shield outside the exposed brain, and countless lightning surges between the brain and the shield. .

Finally, there is the pale substance of the degraded body, which is the vast majority of the materials that make up the body. The head protruding from the neck is clearly Abaddon, who has been missing for a long time.

“This is the surprise! This is the surprise!” Tzeentch laughed loudly, snapping his fingers at Lin Fan who looked shocked, and then said meaningfully, “Whatever begins, must end!”