The Emperor’s Angel of Death

In front of the road stood a huge gate, not of metal or wood, but of screaming souls whose faces twisted and churned on the gate's luminous surface, their cries full of grief and pain .

Innokendi's heart aches with sympathy, no matter how depraved the Comorian people are, they are still the same after all.

The filmmakers raised the staff high and slammed down with an earth-shattering thunderbolt. A shock wave of nothingness spewed out of the soul bead at the top of the shining staff, shoving toward the door like a sharp axe, sweeping away the tumbling soul. And Sora, quelled their grinding cries.

Behind the breached door was a room shaped like a living thing, or a hollow ribcage.

In the center of the room is a crystal twice the height of the Eldar, bound by a heavy rusty iron chain, green fire dances in the crystal, the light of the flame illuminates the walls, and illuminates dozens of mysterious instruments. The utensils were apparently used in corrupted Nurgle sorcery, but Innokenti neither knew nor cared about their usefulness.

In the fire of the crystal, Innokenti can see the goal of his warriors after making great sacrifices - in the endless nothingness, seven pulsating dark green energy are frantically smashing into the burning net channel partition wall .

"Bless us before it's too late."

The cinematographer took a few steps forward and summoned a crackling ball of lightning to repel the death guards and demons all over the room.

Then he put his staff against the cold crystal and began to recite the Purification Prayer.

However, he found that something was not quite right.

"This core crystal has been desecrated by the filthiest of magic, and these curses must be broken if we are to free it."

The rest of the troupe's psykers came up to help him transmit energy, while death jesters and pantomimes went into defensive stances to protect them - more demons had emerged from the heights, looking for intruders through the walls of the fortress .

At the same time, the Plague Warrior's bombs are constantly shooting here, and they are striding forward.

"Then as fast as possible!"

Inokenti's eyes flashed icy blue as he entered combat, the storm energy crackling around his weapon, and then he stood his ground, ready to meet the charge of the Plague Warriors.

The howls of Nurgle's devotees fought with the harlequins, the air was filled with the roar of weapons shattering armour and flesh, and every shot of the jesters of death filled the room with shining rainbows, and The mime actor's star darts caused a shower of blood in the air.

"Cigole curse it! This sorcery is too strong!"

The film and television player just complained hoarsely when a shout came from the door behind him,

He took a risky glance back and saw a pantomime collapsed on the floor, a giant in terrifying giant armor was tearing his throat and savagely stabbed a knife into his stomach, tearing it alive this actor.

Then the Blightlord Terminator Squad poured into the room, ending with Typhons surrounded by a circle of black flies.

"Oops!"

Realizing that he was running out of time, the filmmaker smashed his staff directly on the surface of the crystal, releasing every trace of energy in the soul bead.

The crystal began to tremble, and cobweb-like cracks extended from the surface.

Finally, with a blast, the crystal was blown to smithereens, and the fire washed through the room, scorching any body that came close with its vicious touch.

Only the film and television actors pulled away in time and survived.

"Mission accomplished, it's time to go."

While talking, the filmmaker turned around and shot the approaching Wither Overlord with a star dart gun. He now has no power left.

"Let's take cover."

To deal with the Withering Overlord with amazing defense, only death jesters can do it at the scene, so they voluntarily took on the task of the rear of the palace.

However, as soon as one of them raised his gun, a black figure rushed up and grabbed the powerful rifle with his strong arm.

"Death to aliens!"

Before Nookenti had time to rescue the dead jester, a bright blood spurted out from the severed artery.

Typhons was now spewing flies all over his body, wielding a huge war scythe, piercing deeply into the flesh of the enemy.

The death jester screamed in pain, and then his body was torn to shreds.

"We will get our revenge, wait, destroy the Lord of the Fly's Nest."

With a harsh word, Innokenti led the troupe to evacuate the place quickly, and Typhons also dropped the ravaged corpse and walked to the broken crystal——

After that, he picked up a piece of debris, looked at it carefully for a while, and then nodded.

"Looks like it caught up at the last minute..."

On the other hand, the situation of Nukraine Rotis is very bad.

The bad fog was still pouring into the hall, constantly floating on the ground and walls, and swift figures poured into the hall through the fog from time to time, their mouths wide open, as if they were eagerly seeking a fight.

Plunder master Sidi and his elite warriors joined the fray, rushing towards the hundreds of Plague Warriors who were entrenched in the command hall.

"For Kane! For the Comoros! Kill them all! There are rewards for the former! Those who fall back will surely die!"

Under the urging of Dracula, the Dark Eldar and their beasts attacked again and again. They receded like the tide, and then they charged again, and more and more Plague Warriors fell under their blades. . Nucreon Rotis continued to command calmly, but the fog continued to increase.

The thicker the fog, the better the battlefield favors their Eldar foes.

The long-struggling Evil Messenger held up the three-ringed rune on his staff~www.wuxiaspot.com~, trying to inject the last divine power into it, calling for the gaze and mercy of the loving father, and began to groan with a low roar Chanting - The Fog of the Night has the greatest impact on a psionicist like him.

The plundering master Sidi felt the vibration of the etheric field, so he quickly avoided his original position.

A large amount of thick green mist was seen spewing out from the staff of the Evil Messenger, accompanied by buzzing insects, and several Cabal fighters were instantly engulfed, screaming piercingly as their flesh was devoured.

"Kill it! Kill that wizard bastard! Death jester!"

The Master Plunder cursed in a low voice, and his curse was answered.

A film and television player jumped into the air, spun the short stick in his hand, and then threw a colorful rainbow light, instantly knocking down the long staff of the evil messenger, and then two purple lights sprayed out from the fog, instantly knocking the plague wizard's long stick down. The body vaporizes.

"Well done! Well done! Kill these rotten bastards!

"

The plunder master nodded with satisfaction, and ordered his troops to attack with a full force.

And he himself set his sights on Nukraine Rotis, a plague lord whose soul would be a precious reward, and he would never miss it.

But at this moment, bad news came.

"My lord! The enemy fleet rushed out of the gap in the netway!

! "

"what!"

Sidi was shocked at the time. He hurriedly summoned his subordinates to take out the video crystal ball. Sure enough, he saw that on the edge of the dark network road, a huge fleet was slowly approaching.

Queen of Glory, Endurance!

Facing the sudden fleet support, the plundering master Sidi was in a dilemma for a while.

After thinking hard for a moment, he finally made a decision.

"withdraw!"