I write apocrypha in Warhammer

For ordinary soldiers who were loyal to the empire, provoking a fight between black bean sprouts and flower bean sprouts, and letting the two aliens kill each other, not only would not cause any psychological burden, but it would also be a great achievement.

But for Wei Mu's ultimate plan to unite the major races of order, such behavior may be a fatal blow.

Forming alliances is difficult, maintaining alliances is even harder, but breaking alliances is easy.

Moore didn't know if it was really worth it.

In addition, there is actually another way, which is to smash the black egg on the spot.

So he pulled out his long sword, pointed it at the black egg, and said loudly: "Let them leave first, or I will destroy this thing!"

But Moir could tell that More was actually bluffing.

How could something as important as the Young God be destroyed so easily?

"Don't try to threaten me in this way, monkey, I will never accept any threats. If you dare to hurt what belongs to us, none of you will have a chance to get out of here safely." He said forcefully.

"First of all, we are not monkeys, but humans. If it's because of your bad throat that you can't pronounce the correct syllables, it doesn't matter. I forgive you. Secondly, this egg is ours. Don't let it go. Third, I am the same about not accepting threats, so don’t force me to do anything bad." Moore said not to be outdone.

If it was because he smashed the black egg that the Dark Eldar launched an attack and fought with the Harlequin Troupe in this way, it shouldn't be considered that they humans took the initiative to stir up trouble, right? Moore thought.

Muir still firmly does not believe that More will actually take action. He does not seem to have a clear understanding of the ugliness of his race in the eyes of other forces.

It would be better to destroy the young gods directly than to take advantage of this group of dark elves who are the crumbs of the galaxy. With no other choice, Maul would really do such a thing.

Both sides are exerting maximum pressure, and no one is willing to make concessions.

In this case, for the sake of Wei Mu's safety, Moore could only grit his teeth and slash at the black egg with one sword.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from nowhere.

"Calm down, young Dark Angel, the unborn baby god is such a beautiful creation, it cannot be destroyed in vain."

An unknown voice interrupted Moore's actions, and the situation changed again.

Then, a stooped man with a long staff in his hand walked out of the mist tremblingly and entered everyone's sight.

At a glance, the visitor looked like an old man.

His movements are stiff and his body is thin, even a bit skinny?

No, that was indeed a skeleton, just a skeleton composed of a metal body, a mechanical undead.

All the Eldar present knew his identity. He was their former enemy, the direct initiator of the ancient war in heaven, the former servant of the Star God, and the ghost of an extinct thing that remained in the world - a Necron.

A long time ago, there existed a race in the galaxy called the Necrontyr.

Due to their innate genetic defects, they are frail and sick, and their life span is short. The entire society is trapped in an atmosphere of pain and despair.

Later, the gods they served sent gifts, saying that they would help them get rid of their weak flesh and blood and give them immortal bodies.

The Star Gods described it as a kind of mechanical ascension and preached the beautiful vision it brought, but in fact it was just a copy of the Necrontyr's consciousness and then injected into a metal body.

As for the Necrontyr themselves, they were all wiped out by the Star God, leading to the destruction of the entire race.

Yes, their god deceived them.

As a result, there was no longer any fear of the dead in the world, only a group of Necron were left.

The Necron who suddenly appeared is a well-known figure. He is a thief with dirty hands and feet, a key target of his compatriots, a collector of rare cultural relics, a self-proclaimed protector of the history and culture of the galaxy, and a figure known to the world as a figure. The king's official name is Trazin, the Endless One.

"Ancient enemy, you shouldn't be here!"

Upon seeing this, Dark Eldar Commander Muir's tone suddenly became anxious.

Wei Mu has caused too much trouble in the physical universe. Even if he escapes into the webway and belongs to the world of their spiritual tribe, there will still be a lot of forces attracted there.

But Moir never expected that other people could act so quickly.

"Shouldn't I show up? If I'm not here, this precious collection will be ruined by you Dark Eldar!" Trazin scolded, "The most redundant and most cancerous force in the entire galaxy is you. These black bean sprouts only care about their own lives and dreams, destroy beautiful things, and never create any value!"

"Shut up, Necron, your race is the real cancer. It was your jealousy of the immortality of the ancient saints that led to the war in heaven. It was your worship of the Star God that caused many subsequent sufferings. You even put your own The racial necrophobes have led to the destruction of the country and the annihilation of the species. Now you are just a group of meaningless and sad echoes. Who have the right to criticize us!" Muir shouted.

"At least we have cleaned up the mess we made." The Endless One said not to be outdone, "We defeated and sealed all the Star Gods, and handed a stable galaxy into your hands, but what did you do afterwards? As a galaxy You overlords only know how to covet pleasure and fall in pleasure, which ultimately led to the birth of that god and the opening of the Eye of Fear - all of this is your fault!"

"You... how dare you slander us like this and reduce us to nothing!" Muir said angrily.

"Is there a possibility that the word worthless was specifically used to describe a group of guys like you?" Trazin sarcastically said.

The Infinite feels nothing but disgust towards the Dark Eldar.

Then, he turned to the Harlequin Troupe and said, "Leave that black egg to me for safekeeping. I will help you block this group of Dark Eldar, and I can even help you cure the curse on that young man."

The pied clowns have all heard rumors about Trazin more or less. Apart from the fact that his hands and feet are not very clean, and sometimes he likes to pack up other people's things, or even other people themselves, and put them at home for collection, the other party is considered a An undead overlord who is relatively easy to communicate with.

From this point of view, they have one more choice - to hand over the black eggs to Trazin for collection.

"That thing belongs to us, the Necron. Don't you know what first-come, first-served means?" Muir said anxiously.

Compared to his strong pressure, the opponent's price for acting as a good guy is obviously more competitive.

"I am dealing with the owner of the item, not taking it by force like some barbaric and ignorant fool."

Trazin said elegantly.

"That's enough!" Moir waved his hand, "Young men, please twist off the head of that metal skeleton!"

The Dark Eldar soldiers drew their swords and guns, intending to attack directly.

"Extremely stupid!"

Trazin calmly took out a latitude cube from his waist and released a group of undead warriors.

However, just when the two sides were at war with each other and were about to cut each other with swords - the black egg in front of Moir suddenly burst open.