Warhammer: My Night Lord strayed into the chat group

Hearing Tigris say words that sounded terrifying to Evelyn in an extremely relaxed tone.

Evelyn’s whole body was numb.

What’s the situation?

Take a walk inside the belly?

And then bring out those elven souls that are still being digested by lust?!

In Evelyn’s opinion, this is more or less foolish.

The sin seemed to her to be an extremely terrifying existence.

The supreme god of the spirit race.

He is also the destroyer of the spirit race.

The eternal nightmare of all spirits.

In the past, Evelyn was too late to hide from the lust.

Now let Evelyn get into the belly of the sinister.

Evelyn felt a sense of unreality.

And there is.

Tigris explained to Evelyn.

What is called after the destruction of the world.

The elven souls were all devoured by the lust.

In Evelyn’s opinion, this is possible.

But where is she now?

Is the person in front of her her future descendant?

Is it the spirit race before the extinction?

Evelyn didn’t know.

But Evelyn doesn’t seem to need to figure this out now.

“That is, I will go in and find the souls of our 19th.”

Evelyn asked, struggling to suppress her fear.

“Is He still conscious?”

“Also, we can only imprison Him here, and it is still difficult for us to eliminate His consciousness.”

“That is, He knows what we plan now.”

Evelyn chuckled in her heart when she heard this.

Evelyn looked up at the perfect body that seemed to Evelyn, or any spirit race, any civilized individual.

But.

Evelyn, however, could not feel any charm from the sinful body.

Evelyn could only feel fear.

Deep fear.

Because Evelyn knew that if she fell into the hands of this beautiful, perfect being.

What kind of ending it would be to wait for Evelyn.

It was for this reason that Evelyn knew that the sin was still sober.

Evelyn’s deep fear of lust almost swallowed her up.

“I really want to comfort you, but now, if you are deceived with good intentions, then the situation may be even worse.”

Tigris explained to Evelyn.

“I think you have to understand what the danger is going to be going through, you have to understand what you’re going to face?”

“The sin is worse than you think, and not only is he awake, but he hears every word we speak now.”

“We can only imprison Him here, so the Sin already knows our plan, and it is your Buddha-figure who may still be beginning in your mind to plot to escape from us.”

“That is to say, the situation is much more serious than you seem, and we must rescue as many clansmen as possible before the sin digests all our compatriots.”

“And we can now anticipate what will happen to our fellow citizens in the belly of the sinfuls, and we will even have to replenish their fallen souls.”

“Even if we can save them, if we don’t hurry up in time, then the end will be a very difficult result.”

“It can be said that child, you are our hope, you must rescue our compatriots with Moras, as quickly as possible.”

“Child, but you can rest assured that Moras ran out of the side of the sin not long ago, and she has experience.”

“And all of us are watching from the outside, believing that nothing will happen to us, and if something happens, we can contain it outside in the first place.”

“Don’t worry, now I’ll add some blessings to you.”

Just when a group of elves are adding buffs to Evelyn’s body so that Evelyn will not be digested by the digestive juices that may not be available at all.

Sigma and Trivican, two outsiders, were chatting bored on the side.

In fact, only Sigma is boring after all.

Because of the term that Tigris said, Trivican was very jealous.

Ogre.

This word is annoying for Trivican.

What kind of existence is dry cannibalism?

What is it from existence that dares to be called an ogre.

And why doesn’t Sigma, the protector of humans, care about these ogres.

Or rather, how Sigma dealt with this group of man-eating demons.

But what Trivicom didn’t expect. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

When he went to ask what an ogre was.

Sigma actually came to a sentence.

“You’re not an ogre… Well, the same self-disciplined ogre. ”

“What?”

Hearing this blasphemous answer, Trivican asked rhetorically.

“I’m an ogre?! I can tell you very responsibly that I am Astarte! Angel of Death! ”

“However, the ogres on our side look a lot like you, how similar they are.”

Sigma made a swelling gesture.

“You’re a size bigger, and then your belly is bulging a bit, and then we can get an ogre.”

“Oh yes,” Sigma added, “you shouldn’t have this complete armor on you, in fact, most ogres don’t have armor. ”

“The only metal part of their body is their belly, and the ogre’s belly is their most vulnerable place, and the ogre also worships their own belly, so they all do a good job of protecting their stomach.”

“So,” 397 said after hearing Sigma’s description, “this is a bunch of big, dirty, disgusting alien brats?!” ”

“These damn ogres came out of this place?”

“Well, have you heard of the ancient saint?”

Sigma asked Trivicom after hearing this question.

“There is influence, the creator of the world, or rather the sustainer.”

Trivican knew about the existence of ancient saints.

Because in the past time.

Trivican was specially trained by the emperor, and Trivican was also tutored by this possibly most powerful psionic among mankind.

Although every word the emperor said to Trivican can drive future generations of scholars crazy.

But Trivicom wasn’t interested.

If Trivican is a thousand sons, then Trivican will definitely be completely defeated by the knowledge told by the emperor.

But Trivican is the Lord of the Midnight.

But the key to something, Trivican still knows.

For example, the ancient saint, and the battle of heaven.

To Trivicom’s surprise, the Emperor had known about the existence of the Space Necronomicon a long time ago.

And the emperor also told Trivican about the powerful and ancient ancient saints, and their damn history.

“Ogres are the last creations of ancient saints, and this is where they come from.”