Holding the Book of Holy Words in his hands tightly, Rogal Dorn looked back at the unfamiliar Battle Sisters and the Jihadists. The fanaticism in these people's eyes made Rogal Dorn panic, but he still built a wall to protect his soul and chose to ignore it all for the time being, standing like a heavy high wall in front of danger.
Degraded Ones is being continuously produced. Amalaga has absorbed some of Fabius's experience in adjusting Space Marines to make these warriors who only have biological instincts more powerful.
Fabius is controlled by Amalaga. This scientific madman who is engaged in genetic research in Eye of Terror is locked in the trillions of compressed bones created by Amalaga. Only his hairless head can still move. When Fabius saw Fulgrim in the team, his face suddenly turned pale.
The Warp power extracted from Formless Wastes is breeding more Degraded Ones, and the Incubi mixed into these twisted warriors has also become a hidden blade.
"Vect! What are you going to do? You are pushing Aeldari into the pit of extinction!" Yvraine could not understand Vect's madness, and she and other angry Aeldari Farseers launched an attack on Vect.
Vect just looked back with contempt without a word of explanation. In his eyes, there was really no need to say more than a word to a dead person.
What a chaotic scene!
This side is a living person who can still be understood. Under the leadership of Primarchs and the Chosen One, they hold their position and then attack forward. Although some warriors fall quietly, more warriors will fill the gap in their firepower.
On the other side are Incubi-like creations, pale flesh-and-blood monsters composed of Warp, sewn with skin made of T'au genes to suppress the inner Disorder madness. Behind those twisted zombies, there is also the existence of Incubi's blade.
The Deceiver watched all of this with great joy. He laughed, he laughed, he cried, he laughed. Only Cegorach in the entire universe could compete with him in terms of watching and having fun.
The Deceiver looked up at the melee between Lin Fan and the headquarters, and looked down at the fight between the living and the dead. He looked straight at Observer sealed in the tomb, and jumped out of sight to admire Inamars that had turned into half Vulcan. The deadly battle between Phaeron and the god of Flayed Ones, Llandu'gor.
How beautiful! What chaos! What a joy to watch!
The noisy laughter was released from the several eyeballs he left behind, making it extremely noisy.
He seemed to see War in Heaven, C'tan's happy scene of the civil war emerging before his eyes. This stimulation made his illusory body tremble. The Deceiver could not tell whether this was the fluctuation caused by the destruction of the altar, or whether his body could no longer bear the upcoming grand fun.
"Next! Yes! There's more fun to watch!" He raised a finger to stir up the situation on the battlefield.
"That's not fun enough!"
The Deceiver found a fertile galaxy with ten planets, instigated the activities of believers who sacrificed themselves, and gained power through various deceptive activities.
Maybe he deceived his relatives and friends into entering a dangerous radiation pit, or deceived his slave brother that he could escape in a narrow passage!
The deceiver's overjoyed body and the deceived person's angry and distorted face all make the Deceiver more happy and satisfied.
As if the time had come, he cut off his fingers, pointed them at these chaotic and abnormal planets, and started rubbing them vigorously.
The stable gravity between the planets was broken, almost irreversibly collapsing, and the Deceiver just hissed softly, deceiving the will of these planets into solid enough spheres.
The spheres turned into dices under the pressure of the Deceiver's fingers, and the Deceiver threw them across the galaxy without any regard for the casualties of his followers and innocent people on the planet.
"Big failure! Big failure!" The Deceiver cast a result. He aimed at a Space Marines using Autocannon and looked over. The Autocannon made by Perturabo suddenly exploded, causing the subsequent loaded shells to detonate one by one.
The soldier was killed on the spot, and the flying metal fragments even penetrated into the solid Ceramite armor of other soldiers.
"Huh?" Perturabo is very sensitive to the sound of weapons exploding, "An inferior product? It shouldn't be..."
The Deceiver started rolling the dice again, and he even made a clone. The two the Deceiver were placing bets and rolling the dice at the same time.
"Great success!" A Aeldari Ranger killed dozens of Degraded Ones equipped with heavy bone armor in one sniper strike. This Rangers felt strange about his shooting.
Lamenters's Chapter Master, Hope holds Power Sword. He stares at the Incubi warrior lurking next to Degraded Ones with a determined look. He has been transformed during the sparring of Perturabo, and he is no longer the rookie who took over Chapter in despair.
He chopped down two Degraded Ones and kicked the Incubi that came towards him...
"A small failure!"
Hope suddenly felt his feet slipping uncontrollably, and he made a straight line on the dangerous battlefield. He was confused and anxious. The more he pushed his feet, the more he was affected by Degraded Ones's shattered body.
Perturabo looked away during the break in the battle. He saw the terrible state of Hope and squinted his eyes just as he was about to have a seizure.
He scanned the entire battlefield and felt that more and more strange things were happening...
"Big failure!"
"Success!"
"A small success!"
"Nothing happened!"
Perturabo can receive information about the entire battlefield through his armor's system, so he has the deepest understanding of the current chaos on the battlefield.
If only one thing with extremely low probability happens, it can be called luck, but when such extremely low probability things happen together, you have to think about what weird things are affecting their battle.
Yilafren hid her figure as much as possible. When the next cloak energy was charged, she rushed out and landed next to Orikan, who was shooting out electric sparks. Following the guidance of Trazyn, she quickly took out Orikan's data core.
Now that she had succeeded, Yilafren had to stay away from this dangerous place. She rolled up her cloak and prepared to dodge to an open space, then the Deceiver stared at her, and saw the result...
"Big failure!"
Yilafren's well-trained quick hands suddenly felt an itch, and he subconsciously scratched with his fingers. Yilafren then pulled the cloak and landed in front of Jaghatai Khan.
"Ah?" Looking at the scimitar attacking him, Yilafren only had a shocked face in Jaghatai's eyes.
Yilafren's head was chopped off easily and neatly, and the blood in his body sprayed all over Khan's face.
Jaghatai looked at Yilafren's blood-spurting corpse a little dazed, and then tears of pain and shock fell from the corners of his eyes.