Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 679 127. River of Time

The joy of the past is gone, and the magnificent light shines from the glass windows of the towering dome, reflecting on the broken walls and ruins all over the lobby.

The corpses pile up one after another, and the slaves who want to be gentle at the last moment are like ants begging for the favor of the corpse owner.

"Take a bite, take another bite, its sweet juice has already flowed between your lips, why should you regret the loss in the future? How happy we are at this moment..."

The noble ivory white of the past can be vaguely discerned, but now it has been soaked by the blood and fluid of slaves and turned into ripe yellow orange. The shiny jewelry fell on the armor and made a clanking sound.

"But why am I in so much pain? My snake-tailed queen..."

The alien held the head of another fallen Eldar and gently placed it on the brilliant blue helmet, as if kissing it affectionately. The blood overflowed from the gap between the eyepiece and the helmet, dry and putrid.

The delicacies at the foot of its throne have long since rotted. Its bare feet stepped on the untouched food and blood, and a long tongue protruded from the broken helmet on the lower half.

It was so immersed that it seemed to ignore the rustling outside the lobby, like the noise of rodents.

"The outside of the sixth altar has been cleaned, and Group 08122 continues to move forward."

Outside the lobby, Vox said so. He hung a bell on his waist, and six death shrouds followed him silently. On the way they arrived, countless corpses of corrupted elves fell in a pool of blood, including piano girls, snake monsters... among them there were many There are other fallen Eldar on the battlefield that only the Soulless can barely contend with.

Vox made a few gestures, and the death shrouds separated. Vox and another person stood at the front door, while the others stood in front of the explosive wall, placing explosives.

The countdown begins, beep, beep, beep...

Count down to seven numbers.

boom!

The fallen Eldar, who was immersed in the kiss, suddenly looked at the blasted wall on the right, and the main door facing it was kicked open. Vox raised his hand and made a shuttle!

The earth shook violently,

Just a moment! Walkers, who was still at the main entrance just now, arrived at the target at an astonishing speed. The shadow seemed to be still in the lobby, and the dilapidated scythe stepped forward, "Hey!"

The Eldar, who was just as soft as mud, pressed down the spear in his hand and blocked Vox's blow!

At the same time, the Deathshrouds also poured ammunition towards the Fallen Eldar, but some kind of energy shield intercepted them all.

"...the Blessed One."

There was a soft sound in the helmet, but Walkers ignored it, stepped back with his front legs, turned his arms around and struck again!

It was far different from his usual slow movements, but the sound of metal hitting each other did not sound again——

In an instant, the Eldar quickly dodged and left their original position. The scythe struck down. In the lightning and flint, the tip of the scythe touched the ground. Only the throne was left in front of Vox.

"Are you also awake and depraved, foreign visitors?"

Vox turned around and saw the tall fallen Eldar standing behind three death shrouds with arms spread wide. Ashes slowly flowed out from the hole penetrated in the abdomen of the death shrouds.

Vox gripped the sickle pole harder, pursed his lips tightly, and attacked the Eldar again——

As expected, Walkers turned his wrist urgently, and the back of his sickle wiped out harsh sparks on the wall. He looked back again and saw that his other comrades had also been knocked down.

A tough nut to crack.

Vox stared at the seemingly idle Eldar, with the bone-white helmet and the blue helmet. According to the format of the armor, this Eldar was a branch of the Shining Spear of the Eldar before the fall.

The Shining Spear...is a branch of Adane that prides itself on its incorruptible character.

And this reaction ability and combat effectiveness, Bishop? No... He has killed the bishop before. It is difficult for the fallen Bishop Ada to have such an outstanding existence. Could it be...

Vaux searched his mind for a word that had been almost lost to history.

Phoenix Lord? !

Within the Ark Eldar Tribe, the first and most outstanding batch of Battle Bishops would create tribal warrior shrines in their own style for subsequent Eldar Tribes to follow. After the death of the Phoenix Lord himself, his soul would also inhabit the armor. Wait for the right warrior to put it on and revive again.

The Phoenix Lord's combat prowess also differs, and how powerful are the souls blessed by Slaanesh?

Vox remained calm. He held the sickle in one hand and touched the shepherd's bell on his waist with the other. The Eldar were walking around in the lobby, but they were not in a hurry to fight Vox. Instead, they bent down and held the corpse of a fallen Eldar. It was funny. The earth dances with it.

"Is it painful?"

The Fallen Eldar asked, seeming to be asking Vox. It seemed to see through that Vox's soul was no longer an isolated individual, and he was connected to some kind of weirder existence.

"It's as sweet as sugar."

Vox said slowly, raised his bell and began to shake it.

The ringing is not a crisp sound, but dull and sticky, and the mist floats with the sound of the ringing.

He recalled the orders before the battle, the compromises and concessions Mortarion allowed them - the Primarch wanted the fastest speed, not personal courage.

Vaux has never been a pushy guy.

? !

Vox suddenly raised his arm to block the sudden attack of the spear. The trembling spear tip was only a centimeter away from his helmet. The force coming from the spear was so great that even Vox felt it was difficult.

The force coming from the arm was slightly misplaced——

Vox suddenly retreated, and the ghost shadows of his spears struck down like a torrential rain. The Death Guard protected his vital parts and allowed his armor to absorb the rest of the attack.

"O youngest queen! I will bring you a happy death, grant me bliss, grant me the fruits of desire!"

What responded to the Eldar was the rising white mist, which gathered from the corners and emerged from the fallen death shrouds. In a short time, the hall was like a swamp in the early morning.

The distant bells rang, but the white mist became even quieter.

"Reply to me! Prince of Desire!"

Without the blessing, the Eldar suddenly became more crazy. The fallen Phoenix Lord knocked Vorx down with a heavy stab, and then threw down his spear without caring about his image, pounced on Vorx, and tried to pierce his long tongue into Vorx's breathing hose.

Vorx kicked the Eldar fiercely and blocked the vitals with his arms, but the guy favored by Slaanesh was obviously more difficult than he looked.

This was an inevitable situation in the battle with the Slaanesh army. Karas was responsible for giving the Death Guards pre-war psychological training, but Vorx didn't listen. Fortunately, Vorx had already learned not to swear.

The faint sound of insect wings flapping came from the fog, and the strange creature in the fog stretched out its antennae, and the long and sharp antennae gently rested on the shoulders of the Eldar——

"?"

The Eldar suddenly turned around, but saw an extremely terrifying face, with gray hair hanging down, eyes wide open as if without eyelids, staring at it intently.

"Ah——!!!"

Shh! The screams echoed in the hall, Mortarion slowly retracted the scythe, and pulled the prey hooked on the scythe closer,

[...Phoenix Lord? ]

The Primarch asked quietly, but the anger under the sentence did not diminish at all,

On the other side, Vorx stood up by himself, raised the scythe to be alert, and wiped his armor with his hand, trying to wipe off the slightly sticky liquid on it.

Vorx had never been so grateful to give his soul to the Primarch, which avoided a more embarrassing scene.

Hearing Mortarion's words, the Eldar seemed to shrink for a moment, but struggled even harder the next moment. At the cost of a broken arm, it successfully broke free from the primarch's scythe.

After rolling on the ground for a week, it instantly picked up the spear, even faster than Vorcus who reacted first. The Eldar immediately started to counterattack, but it was obviously no match for the Primarch.

Hang! Hang! Clang——

The spear was shaken out of his hand by the huge force, and Mortarion used the spinning scythe to spin, and the scythe rushed forward, knocking the Eldar to the ground.

The Primarch's eyes flashed with coldness, and Mortarion kicked the Eldar's abdomen with one foot, and the heel was almost between the armor and the rotten flesh, passing through the Eldar's body and making close contact with the ground.

Mortarion aimed the back end of the scythe at the Eldar's head and stopped in mid-air.

【The last Phoenix Lord I saw was the Howling Banshee. Is it also under the command of Slaanesh now, dirty guy? 】

"Cough cough cough - hehe hehe hahahahaha!"

The Eldar suddenly laughed out loud, as if they had recovered a bit of clarity from the frenzy of desire,

"Dirty?!"

It shouted loudly,

"I am already the most sober among them - some souls have been torn apart and reassembled, while others have been completely devoured by Him!"

"Kill me! Take my soul - do whatever you want with it! As long as it doesn't fall into the hands of Slaanesh!"

The Eldar shouted,

"I can't stand it! The whole race is falling. Fall! When did the depraved become the mainstream? ! The gods gave up on us - this is the sorrow of the entire race! Kill me! Kill me!!! "

"Ho-ho-ho-ho! Kill me!!! "

The Eldar struggled violently and reached out to grab the Primarch. The cold-eyed Mortarion ignored him and slammed down with the suspended sickle, like smashing a watermelon, splashing the bright red mixed with charming purple.

Mortarion said nothing, raised the sickle again, and continued to smash the sickle at the twitching corpse.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The muffled sound continued, and Vorx silently watched the Primarch's behavior until Mortarion stopped and stretched out his right hand.

The mist wrapped the corpse, and the faint fluorescent light gathered in the lantern hanging at the end of the long sickle, with a slight hint of purple.

[Next, you notify the Hades that this main hall needs to be purified after the war. 】

Mortarion looked at Vorkos, and waved again. A small Death Guard loomed beside the corpse of the Death Shroud that collapsed on the ground, and then the ashes turned upside down, and the Death Shrouds stood up again in silence.

"Got it, my lord."

Vorkos said, looking at the Primarch who was looking away,

[Slaanesh is getting stronger... there is a power that does not belong to it... a last gasp? Or is it from the Eldar Death God that is being nurtured? Or is it given to him by the Eldar gods? 】

Mortarion said quietly, he nodded to Vorkos, indicating that the mission would continue, and then the mist enveloped the Primarch again, and Vorkos heard the bell in the distance - others were calling the Primarch.

Vorkos wiped the slime off his armor again, and then his silent brothers gathered around him, and they began to walk again.

………………

"My Malcador facial analysis model tells me that you are very happy now, sir, why?"

Kirklan in scarlet robe said, shaking off the mucus and blood on the axe of the Mecha God neatly. The old man in front of the mechanical sage stood up gloomily, as if he was extremely displeased by Kirklan's words.

"Watch your mouth, sage."

"Now you show 57% anger and 43% murderous intent."

Kirklan said happily, he leaned over to look at the Eldar corpse that Malcador had just examined,

The detector accurately captured every detail,

What surprised the sage a little was that although it was severely eroded by Slaanesh, after peeling off the corrupted granulation and scales, the Eldar corpse that died tragically had some of the characteristics of the past Eldar.

On the ruler of time, the genes of living things are constantly changing. Generally, a hundred years can cause subtle changes between the new generation and the old generation.

Kirkland was not sure which generation of Eldar this trait was, so he applied to mobilize the knowledge base of the Academy of Athens. A paper from the Sage No. 8 of Underworld answered his confusion.

Kirkland and Malcador walked among the corpses on the ground, with subtle changes in the corners of their eyes and the sharpness of their ears...

This is the Eldar trait from the time of the Eldar Empire.

Kirkland was surprised. He didn't know what this meant, but he would faithfully report this discovery later.

……………………

Mortarion silently retracted his scythe, and the corpses of the dead demons splashed across the room. The smoke on the planet temporarily stopped.

[You can go find Hades. 】

Mortarian said quietly, looking towards Trazin who was trying to take away a ceramic jar in the shadow of the room.

Trazin paused for a moment, then continued to pick up unmanned supplies as if no one else was around.

"He is now working as a horse for the Lord of Mankind,"

Trazin said,

"It's hard for me to get over it now. I don't know what the emperor's attitude is towards me."

Mortarion was speechless. There were flashing green weapons everywhere on this battlefield, but Trazin thought that the Lord of Mankind did not know about its participation?

【He won't know. 】

"I understand, what I mean is-"

Trazin winked at Mortarion,

"Look, if I don't go over, maybe he can turn a blind eye. If I go over and get exposed, wouldn't it mean that the current business won't be possible?"

This is a low-level political art. Mortarion believes that the benefits brought by Trazin are enough for him to spit in front of the Emperor, and the Emperor can ignore it with a shameless face.

[Then what do you want from me? 】

Mortarion asked patiently, Trazin became serious at this time, and the undead looked at the original body,

"Well, you know Hades told me I didn't have to participate in this battle."

Hades indeed told him so. He hoped that Trazin would focus on the plan to dig tombs and protect cultural relics.

"but……"

Trazin said that the Necron could also grin,

"The time alarm in my museum went off, and I thought I needed to give you a heads up."

【I don’t understand. 】

"Well - so to speak,"

Trazin said,

"You know, the things in my museum are all old collections. That guy is actually very insensitive - let's put it this way, the last time the alarm went off was the birth of Slaanesh."

"The Necrontyr will send special personnel to monitor the fluctuations in the timeline. I'm not sure if other Necrontyrs have noticed this... If your movement makes enough noise, other dynasties may come over."

Trazin said as if he had a toothache,

"I hope you don't expose your relationship with me."

Mortarion originally wanted to ask why there was a huge time fluctuation when Slaanesh was born, but after thinking about it, the question seemed to be nonsense, and finally changed the subject.

[...Can you block the detection of other Necrontyr? 】

"I can't - but there is one Necrontyr who can, the best astrologer among the Necrontyrs,"

Trazin spread his hands,

"Although I didn't have a good relationship with it, I still went to look for it, but I found that it was missing."

"so,"

Trazin's eyes flashed green,

"I suspect it has intervened in this battle. You should be careful, humans."

【What can it do? 】

"Reverse time - on a small scale, but sometimes the scope can grow, especially now with the turmoil of the timeline."

Trazin continued,

"There are usually many ways to interfere with time, but there are only two principles. One is to calibrate and then backtrack with the help of major ideological trends in the subspace, and the other is to calibrate and then backtrack with the help of the galactic trend bifurcation point in the physical world."

"Generally, the birth of a false god will profoundly affect both the subspace and the physical world, so generally the time retracement points of the subspace and the physical world overlap."

“Our technology is completely opposite to subspace retrieval. It relies purely on the physical world. Only the technology of the Ancient Saints can achieve simultaneous retrieval of physics and subspace.

Mortarion, Orican the Astrologer has the ability to interfere with Hades - as long as the steps it takes are consistent with the physical world, it can do that, do you understand? "

Mortarion narrowed his eyes.

[You mean... there is a possibility that some existences can go back to an earlier time... and erase some traces? 】

"absolutely okay."

Trazin hurriedly added,

"Changing time is not uncommon. Necrontyr, humans, Eldar... have all been involved in this field."

"But the premise is that the fate he changed is small enough. You can easily change the direction of a water channel, but you can't stop the flow of the sea. This is unimaginable - I just remind you not to be fooled by Ourrican here. Jizzi, also pay attention to the movements of other Necrontyrs, don’t worry about the rest.”

"If the time changes too much, your emperor will definitely notice it in advance - and do something."