In Warhammer, I am Ultraman Noah

During the formation of the Second Terran Musketeers, further to the southwest, the border between Turin and Gantt was reached.

This is a tributary of the Bailey River. Although the river is gentle and the fish is abundant, there are not many residents living along the river. People would rather fish on the more bumpy and dangerous river than come here.

Because many escaped slaves and criminals from noble territories gathered here and occupied this place. When the knights and guards came to attack them, they got on the boat and ran away. No matter how powerful the knight was, he couldn't chase them on horseback in the water.

Anyway, this group of people did not affect the operation of the main trunk of Bailey River. Over time, no one was willing to deal with these garbage people.

The nobles only isolated the material transportation here, so that these people only dared to harm ordinary people, and at most robbed some food, but there was no way to become stronger and pose a threat to the nobles.

But today, the river was quiet enough, with no simple and crude rafts or boats of robbers and bandits passing through.

Even those fish that are in the retrograde period and return to freshwater to spawn are nowhere to be seen.

In the hills on both sides of the river, the houses of the desperate people do not look very grand, but have a make-do style. They are built together to accommodate people, and there is no smoke and mirrors like that of a small village.

Until a scream came, a small door tied with wooden branches was kicked open, and the man, who was holding his stomach wound and bleeding all the way, rushed out of the room and tried hard to run towards the river.

As long as you jump into the river, you can be carried away by the current and escape from danger——!

"Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click."

The man hadn't taken a few steps, and his clenched teeth began to vibrate as the upper and lower mouth collided rapidly. Then, these teeth fell off one by one, and his tongue shrank and curled up. The man inhaled in surprise, and the curled up and shriveled tongue actually blocked it. With his throat blocked, he could only let out meaningless wails, unable to shout a single word.

His body began to age rapidly, with age spots covering all visible skin, his joints aging and bending, and his body collapsed to the ground, suffocating himself to death.

Looking at the man's distorted and ferocious face, the magician Barry, who was gradually coming behind him and coughing, stretched out his hand to touch him with some desire.

"Your soul is mine."

Barry was murmuring like a dream, as if he really held the soul of the deceased with his arms and absorbed it.

He raised his head, and the hood on his head fell down, revealing a face covered with old and shriveled skin. One eye was blind, and the other eye was also cloudy, and he could only barely identify the direction.

Perhaps there really was some terrible force that decomposed the souls of the deceased and delayed Barry's aging. The latter's stooped body finally straightened up a bit.

"Ahem,"

Barry coughed, and despite the supplements, his body was still weaker than the average person.

He opened his hands, and more than seventy people nearby, large and small, died under his sneak attack.

It's just that the largest den where bandits and robbers gather cannot be infiltrated by him yet, otherwise the number of evil creatures that can be produced will be even greater.

Ancient hoarse spells were recited from his mouth, and the sound seemed like something was controlling the opening and closing of Barry's throat to expel air to complete these spells.

A trace of charming blue light flows in the only turbid eye that can be used. This pitiful glimmer has become a new toy for the boring Tzeentch demons in the subspace.

Buzz buzz——

Ryan's familiar voice of flesh-eating flies sounded again. The flesh-eating flies burst out of the corpse and flew obediently around Barry.

"Next time, your soul is mine."

Another voice sounded in Barry's mind. This was the last time he used magic in the real plane, a spell that could attract demons.

The next time Barry behaves like this, his soul will be paid to the demons as payment itself.

But maybe you can pay some more non-death rewards and get some new abilities.

The demons laughed and asked:

"Mortal, what else do you want?"

Barry's real voice was even uglier than when he was controlled by the devil just now: "The ability to resist telepathy magic. As long as they can withstand a telepathy shock, my babies can capture the younger one with a more powerful soul. Magician. His soul is enough to even pay for my life."

The Tzeentch demons were mixed together, without a fixed form, and seemed to be exchanging opinions in this way.

After a moment, the demons made a mocking sound:

"Can."

The power of subspace penetrated Barry's body and robbed him of his few vitality. Before Barry died, the power of these subspaces was supported in the body of the flesh-eating flies, able to protect them against a telekinesis. Psychic impact.

At the same time, there is the place of eternity, the Well of Eternity.

The "water surface" that has no ripples in the ancient well, or is rippled all the time, reflects the origin of all physical universes and subspaces.

However, the great wisdom seemed to have noticed that some of its tricks had deviated from the original track, but it still followed the waves of the Well of Eternity and moved forward.

Well--

Then it's okay, everything is within the sight of the great Lord of Changes.

Otherwise, choose another unlucky guy from among your own men and throw it away?

Tzeentch remained indifferent and suppressed his idea.

Every time a new change occurs in this world, it is a wonderful experience for myself.

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So Tzeentch took his eyes away from the Well of Eternity and turned to look at the fat green man whose home was on fire (Note: a major event in the Warhammer world: During the Plague War, the Emperor possessed Guilliman and burned the Garden of Nurgle. ), see if we can find another opportunity to fish out something.

Soon, those bugs who only know how to eat will pass through the galaxy. The Hive Mind has abandoned subjective initiative and creativity, making the future world too boring.

(Upcoming events: The zerg army from outside the galaxy is about to arrive in Hanoi. At the same time in our world, the players using the Tyranid in the global war won the victory, so the Tyranids destroyed a city called Ogram. Location, as a springboard to successfully enter the galaxy. Isn't it really just to sell new Tyranid chess pieces?

So some of his subordinates began to study bugs, such as ants, flies and bees. Just kidding, birds make them feel better, okay?

No one can explore the movements of the Four Gods. People can only judge their ultimate will from the directions of all the chaos demons that make up the Four Gods.

Naturally, no one cares about those subtle fluctuations that are too weak to be observed.

Barry, who had acquired the power of telekinesis immunity against flesh-eating flies, lost his last eye. He just endured the physical pain and groped his way to stand up, pulled his hood back up to cover his face, and relied on his spiritual energy to determine the direction.

Anyway, he has long been accustomed to using spiritual energy to deal with the world. Losing his vision does not prevent him from using spiritual energy to feel the tortured people's twisted and painful emotions and make them feel happy.

Ever since he was blinded in one eye by Gorgart Will twenty years ago, Bari Mandala has vowed to spend his whole life turning Turin into hell.

Then he took revenge on his brother, Anak Mandala, the Grand Duke who ordered his expulsion for the sake of his family's reputation.

Knowing that the more a magician explores knowledge, the easier it is to go crazy. The paranoid Barry chose to close his heart and lived as a lowly slave for seventeen years. Until three years ago, Barry's spiritual power naturally increased to a terrifying level. the point.

Those Tzeentch demons in the warp who were unhappy with Bali's lack of curiosity about the mysteries of knowledge noticed this faint point of light and decided to use this mortal to test their new trick. It also provides protection for his sanity and prevents him from being abducted by other demons.

After all, it's possible that the daemons of Slaanesh believe that those who can resist the instinctive impulses of a psyker will display the emotions they demand if they begin to indulge.

It was at that time that Barry heard the call of the demons, a call that could communicate.

It's not like other magicians who went crazy because of the information they learned in advance because they haven't grown up yet and haven't received the corresponding training.

But the biggest reason why he was able to maintain his sanity was that those Tzeentch demons were deliberately playing tricks on him to see how far this mortal could go.

There seems to be something wrong with their experimental subject. The fly does not conform to the behavioral pattern of the hive mind. The next experimenter should give him carnivorous bees or man-eating ants. But it doesn't matter, the Demon of Tzeentch is not ruined, but all of this is the flowing trace of fate allowed by the great Lord of Change.

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Maybe the Tyranids we'll be dealing with later have a population that behaves like flies.

At the same time, Wilson led.

The large ship carrying the flag of Lord Gant's Hallet family has successfully passed through the Wilson Territory and is about to enter the Principality of Mandala.

The personal guards of Grand Duke Anak came to greet him personally. The cargo inside the ship could not be exposed. The slaves built a huge sleeper platform and dragged the ship to the land at the port. Each set of eight sets of four huge wheels The wheels served as supports and were pushed by the slaves towards the hinterland of the Mandala Principality.

They didn't care what the cargo was, and no slave dared to look up at the ship while working.

They were also afraid of Lord Mantis, who was patrolling around them and was more than two meters tall and wearing airtight armor. No matter how hot the weather was, this Lord never took off his armor, never let go of his weapon, and insisted on completing every day. patrol, and then board the ship to rest at night.

The Grand Duke's personal guards were all surprised by such a strong will. If Lord Ammons Hallet's soldiers were all people like Mantis, then the Principality of Mandala would be renamed Gant or the Principality of Hallet.

"How is the Grand Duke's health?"

Lord Gon Hallett, Ammons's brother and the person in charge of this cargo transportation, tentatively inquired about the captain of the personal guard who came to greet them.

Val Mandala, captain of the personal guard, a senior knight with a golden Mandala mark engraved on his armor, returned the salute respectfully and replied:

"Count Gong En, the Grand Duke is recovering well. He will be able to walk freely and attend the Titan Knight selection ceremony in two months' time."

Gong En was also very polite to the guard captain and said with a smile: "That's good. The Grand Duke's health has recovered, and there won't be so many traitors and traitors in the entire principality. I can also go to the north to retire. The climate in the south is too hot and humid. "The north is drier, which is good for my old bones."

Val said politely: "My lord, you are joking. Who in the West doesn't know that the two Hallett brothers of Gant worked together in the early years to develop the weak Gant territory into a port connecting east-west trade. One of the top ten tax sources of the principality comes from For maritime trade. Unlike those in Turin, they have barely been able to pay the basic food tax after so many years, and they still come to ask the principality for food aid. Huh, I think they are sincerely going against the Grand Duke. ”

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Gong En echoed: "Yes, Turin is too arrogant and rude, and refused the request to cooperate with Gant in trade. But in the territory of Turin, there are still nobles who are loyal to the Grand Duke. Many nobles close to Gant are Take the lead in trading with our territory, and I heard that some nobles want to directly donate all the output of the territory to the Grand Duke. That Gorgart Will is so unpopular, and it won't be long before their territory is alone. The drought and locust plagues are the best examples! ”

Val smiled. Although he didn't know whether what the old guy said was true or false, the fact that Turin was in trouble was true. He said proudly:

"The Grand Duke is thinking of old friendship. The Will family will still attend this year's Titan Knight selection, but I heard that the Titan named Glory Canopy is no longer available. When the Will family still does not give birth to a Titan Knight this year, the Grand Duke will give an order Dismantling the Glory Canopy and installing the usable parts to the Titans of other families is also for the future of the principality. The more Titans we have that can be activated, the less afraid we will be of any difficulties we will face in the future. When the time comes, he will definitely agree to this order. After all, he is the most upright and good lord among all the lords. Hahahaha——"

Gong En laughed along with Val, but within the slits of his narrowed eyes, he remained completely still and remained calm.

If the Grand Duke really decides to dismantle the Glory Canopy to supply and repair other Titans, then before he retires, should he try his best to secure a usable Titan for Gant?

But after a while, Gong En gave up the idea.

If Gant has a Titan Knight, then the next lord targeted by the Archduke will be the Hallet family.

Thinking of this, he was a little worried about the cargo on the big ship behind him.

As long as no one is bitten, there will be no infection. I hope the Grand Duke is just curious about this thing. When the novelty wears off, he can clean up all these zombies and everything will be fine.

It was getting late, and the team began to set up camp and rest.

Gong En Hallett had some insomnia for the first time. He still had too many things on his mind during the day. What was he worrying about?