Warhammer: My Night Lord strayed into the chat group

Ikoza, an ordinary nest capital world of the empire.

Ikoza, like most of the Empire’s nest world, is the most important resource and human resources.

Ikoza has a population of nearly 30 billion.

Every year, Ikoza can pay dozens of astral armies to the local government as tithes.

In addition, Ikoza has a relatively well-established industry.

This also makes Ikoza a miniature casting world in its own right.

In the past, Ikoza operated by sourcing minerals and food while transporting the products of its own industry.

Without outside help, the highly specialized nest world simply wouldn’t be able to feed such a large population while still maintaining sufficient resources for production.

And when the great rift that tore the galaxy apart, Ikoza, as a large population and heavily dependent on external materials, was like an island in the universe.

And any world of the human empire is full of dangers.

Even a world like Ikoza becomes an island under such a crisis.

There is not even a need for outside threats.

The mere absence of outside supplies could plunge Ikoza into chaos.

Without food supplies, food prices in Ikoza skyrocketed.

There is no supply of industrial raw materials.

Nearly eight-story factories in Ikoza were shut down.

But fortunately, Ikoza is essentially a world with firm beliefs and martial arts.

If it weren’t for this, they wouldn’t be able to take out dozens of astral armies every year as tithes.

In this time of chaos.

The astral armies who were originally preparing to step into the war-torn galaxy had a first mission.

This task was not given to them by the Empire, but by their home planet.

Protect Ikoza and defend their home planet.

Anglican priests are also trying to preach doctrines of suffering in an attempt to quell the impending riots among the common people.

Although Ikoza is like a lonely boat in this crisis, it is good to say that he has gained some footing.

But today.

Everything has changed.

……

At the top of the nest, a richly dressed aristocrat hid under his gorgeous desk, chanting words in his mouth.

“Emperor bless, emperor bless…”

His voice was soft and trembling, as if he was afraid that his prayers would be heard by others, as if he were afraid of some kind of existence.

At this point, his genetic instinct for survival told him that he had to hide as much as possible without making a single noise.

Because he knew that as long as he made a little noise, the existence of the group that burst into the nest would definitely find him.

He was not facing an ordinary rebel.

It’s angels.

The object of his prayers, the protector of mankind, the angel of death of the emperor, the lord of mankind.

The nobles did not know why, but angels descending from the sky would kill them indiscriminately.

When the ships of the angels arrived over Ikoza, the entire nobility of Ikoza welcomed the arrival of the Angel of Death.

They are welcoming their hope into the world.

They think they have been saved.

And in the midst of the celebration, the angel came with death.

As in all legends.

But unlike legend, angels bring death to the faithful, not enemies of humanity.

But even so, his tone remained resolute.

If you are simply afraid of being deprived of your life, then abandon your faith in the Lord of mankind.

Then he might as well give himself a shot in the head now.

Just right.

In his hand there is a laser pistol.

And when he feared that the emperor could bless him from the slaughter of the angel of death.

The door of the room he was in was pushed open.

A tall figure appeared outside the door.

It was a giant more than two meters tall, with a blood-red leather cloak behind his back and a giant sword in his hand.

And the giant’s helmet with the wings of two bats.

On the giant’s breastplate, there is a striking bat relief, and at the same time, a human head hangs from the waist.

The human helmet looked painful, as if it was wailing.

And at this moment, the nobleman’s ears seemed to hear something.

[Hello, the Heavens Chat Group sends you an invitation, do you want to join the Heavens Chat Group?] ]

The nobleman did not have the slightest energy to think about the voice in his head at this time.

He just screamed.

“Stay away from me! You traitor! ”

The nobleman shouted and raised his laser pistol and fired his angry laser at the angel of death outside the door.

However, these lasers all hit Trivican accurately, but in front of the interstellar warrior Tao Gang power armor, the laser weapon of the astral army obviously could not even polish.

And the nobleman outside the door Trevican saw that the nobleman was so frightened, and he was not in a hurry to kill this nobleman quickly.

Giving enemies a taste of fear is the purpose of the Midnight Lord.

Moreover, let this nobleman send out a little resistance, and then find that it is useless.

This is the most interesting thing for Trivican.

At this time, the nobles may be even more afraid.

Therefore, Trivican step by step towards the nobility.

With each step Trivican took, the more the nobles became more frightened.

And when Trivican stood before the nobility.

The nobleman trembled and could no longer hold the pistol.

And Trivican also slowly picked up the power sword in his hand.

“It wasn’t us who betrayed him, it was he who betrayed us! You are the betrayers! ”

Trivican whispered such a sentence, and then a blue glow emanated from the power sword.

Moment.

The power sword pierced into the chest cavity of the nobleman.

There are many nobles in the entire nest, and Trivican does not need to arrest this nobleman and then carry out the normal treatment of the Midnight Lord.

The moment Trivican lifted the power sword.

Such a phrase sounded in his head.

[Hello, the Heavens Chat Group sends you an invitation, do you want to join the Heavens Chat Group?] ]

And Trivicom, who heard these words, looked up sharply.

“Psionics! Get me out! ”

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