Lin Fan was at the center of the explosion. He wanted to say something to praise this magnificent explosion scene, but Little Yi in his mouth spoke first.
"If you want me dead, just ask."
Well, Lin Fan had no choice but to close his mouth and silently appreciate everything in front of him. He didn't know how long the green and purple colors in front of him lasted, and then he felt the force holding his body disappear.
But what followed was a new force squeezing his body. Lin Fan was still a little dazed, but he still remembered what Little Yi told him and did not dare to ask.
Little Yi also felt the sliding of Lin Fan's tongue and throat, and said, "Those Dark Eldar created some void fields, and now the space is repairing the voids on its own. It's not a big deal, you just have to hit them one by one."
Hit one by one? What does this mean? Lin Fan hadn't figured out what Little Yi was going to say, and then he felt something stick to him.
Lin Fan lowered his head and looked, oh! Isn't this a single-molecule blade? There was still a little blood on it. But this was just the beginning, Lin Fan saw more and more things flying towards him.
The fragments of buildings, the wreckage of vehicles, the bodies and flesh of dead people, even the smoke and poisonous clouds floating in the sky were all sucked in, and they were all pressed down with Lin Fan as the center.
"... It's really troublesome..." Lin Fan had just complained, and then a Drukhari helmet broke into his mouth. After chewing it a few times and breaking it into pieces, Lin Fan felt that he should not be able to spit it out.
Simply swallow it directly into your stomach.
If you are not clean, you will not get sick after eating...
Lin Fan felt that his field of vision was filled with things that were attracted to him. There was only darkness in front of his eyes. Lin Fan adjusted to a relatively comfortable position and waited for the end of this Planetary Devastation.
Just in time, I can rest for a while... I will be busy breaking all these things open later...
Lin Fan here is closing his eyes to recuperate while being squeezed by the garbage dump. Others at Commorragh are risking their lives to escape from this damn space magnet.
Commorragh Debris on the ground, building debris, ownerless weapons and stopped vehicles were the first to be sucked in, followed by the fleshy flesh clinging to the ground and people scratching the walls and railings. They were the second batch to be sucked in.
The last batch of vehicles that were sucked in were the vehicles that had no time to escape. These Drukhari vehicles were drawn in batches based on the size of their engine thrust and their distance.
The Ravager hit the garbage ball, and the other Raider squeezed into him again. The sound of distortion and destruction was mixed with the wail of its pilot who was crushed to pieces.
It makes this colorful ball very scary and distorted.
Alundenaer Archon and their Voidraven were also involved, but their plane was obviously the best. Although they fled far away, they were captured, but there was nothing in front of them to hit them.
Gork-Emperor lowered his body and held on to the ground and all available places to prevent his body from being drawn in.
Thanks to its huge size and weight, only some fragments of the destroyed node fortress were sucked in, as well as some unlucky Ork Boyzs.
The aerial battlefield is now quiet, Orks's red and black motorcycle brigade, Kabal's large and small vehicles have all disappeared, even the poisonous clouds and mist in the sky have disappeared.
The living people tremblingly poked their heads out from under the ground, and finally saw the Commorragh sky, and what the spire of the Archon tower they had never seen clearly looked like.
Old Ironhead and old Iron Foot held on to the console, searched for their glasses from their trouser pockets for a long time, and put them on their noses.
"Did you send all those black mosquitoes?"
"Our boys have also sent it."
"It's okay, the boys died well. This thing is so exciting, they will definitely go to Gork and Mork."
"I think so too..."
Old Ironhead looked at the situation inside and shouted, "Is there any kid still alive?"
"Yes... Boss... I feel like my waist is broken..."
Several Orks stretched out their hands, tremblingly calling for help. Old Ironleg walked over, took the hands of these Orks, turned them around, and stepped on their backs with one foot.
After pulling hard, Ork Boyz, who had complained of back pain just now, suddenly shouted, "My old mushroom!"
The frightening sound of bones being broken was heard, and the faces of the other Ork Boyz turned pale when they heard it. They quickly got up and twisted their waists.
"Oh, this waist, how come it suddenly healed~"
"Me too, it doesn't hurt at all."
Old Ironleg curled his lips and let go of Ork Boyz's hand that was stepping on him, "A common bastard wants to find me to straighten his bones, but he hasn't had the chance yet!"
"So, what should we do now? It looks like all the Dark Eldars are almost dead here."
Old Ironhead stroked his chin and thought for a while, then pointed to the garbage ball that fell on the ground in the distance, "Let's dismantle that thing and repair it for our treasure. The middle and rear fortresses are finished."
When everyone Orks started thinking about repairing Gork-Emperor, the voice of Rys came from the communication channel.
"Everyone... uh...Big Mek, I feel something very... familiar and terrifying coming towards us..."
"What?" Everyone Orks hurried to the window, trying to find where the scary thing Rys Xiami said was.
Then they saw a huge flesh and blood balloon floating in the air slowly flying towards them. The balloon spit out Wrack and Grotesque with flesh wings, and these terrible things filled the sky again.
But what frightens Rys is not the huge flesh and blood balloon, nor the overwhelming suture monsters, but the figure of Hexagrammaton floating above the heads of all creations.
The body of that Hexagrammaton figure was pieced together from the bodies of dozens of people. The armor on their bodies was made of bloody fragments, but Rys could identify it from the patterns on it. These armors were the blessings Power Armour worn by Canoness's guards...
The heads were stacked like a pyramid, making Rys dare not imagine how they were connected inside. The top of these painful faces, with bloody and tearful faces, was the head of Lucia Canoness.
Compared to the blood and twist under her head, her head is extremely clean and has a hypocritical and holy smile, and there is even a Iron Circle emitting scarlet light on the back of her head.
Holiness and profanity, purity and blood, tranquility and madness are thus perfectly interpreted by one body.
Rys covered his mouth and held back his tears to prevent them from falling.
"What have they done to you..."
If you get hit by Power Weapon, you will either have a different attitude or a blessing or something, otherwise you will be completely decomposed