Chapter 1112: Tarasim's Data

The thick phlegm fell to the ground through the invisible body, corroding a large gap.

Corax continued to move forward, directly wrapped around the head of the Kelakse, and twisted it hard to kill the Waaagh body that only had the appearance of darkness but not the substance of darkness.

"Are you okay?" After dealing with Kelakse, the Dark Crow landed on Talaxin's shoulder to ask about the situation.

Talaxin's vocal system was destroyed, and he could only spit out some sparks and squeaks.

After a few seconds, a burst of green light spread out from his core and enveloped his whole body, and the damage to his body slowly repaired.

Pulling out the flying knives one by one, Taraxin said to Corax, "Fortunately, I am not so easy to die. Although this metal body has troubled us for a long time, it is superior to the flesh and blood body in times of danger."

"Well... since you are fine, I will leave first."

Seeing Corax flapping his wings and about to leave, Taraxin immediately pounced on him and tried to keep him, "Don't go! Don't go! What should I do if you leave? Can you show me a clear way before I go? In return, I can give you this."

Corax looked at the runes emitting green light in the feathers and asked speculatively, "Is this the ticket for your museum?"

"Yes, as long as you keep me safe..."

"Then if you die, won't we still be able to enter the museum freely? Father knows the location and various restrictions of your museum very well. It's all because you put too many holy relics of the state religion in the museum."

Corax's words made Taraxin speechless, and it was indeed the truth.

With no other options, Trazyn had to bring out his new identity, hoping that Corax would help him because he was an ambassador of friendship between the Necrontyr and the Human Empire.

Corax tilted his head, blinked slightly, and tentatively agreed to protect Trazyn for a while.

"I will send you to Guilliman's position, and my brother will definitely place you properly."

"No, no, no, no Guilliman."

Trazyn was still frightened by the chaos just now, and he didn't want to be involved in the chaos of spies infiltrating and fighting each other again.

"What about Vulcan? Although he is a little weird now, he is indeed a good person."

"Vulcan? Uh... Anyway, it's fine if it's not Guilliman."

Corax nodded, and his body suddenly expanded more than a hundred times, and he could easily lift Trazyn up and fly.

Before leaving, Trazyn pointed at the mobile fortress on the ground and asked, "Aren't you going to help these warriors?"

"They can take care of themselves. The fighting ability of the Raven Boy is not strong, but he is a little special in stealth."

"The one who covers his eyes? Because he can't see things, he thinks that others can't see them either? This is really in line with the thinking of the orcs."

"I think so." Corax replied lightly. In such a short time, he had flown far away. He pointed to a horrible battlefield covered by flames and said to Trazyn, "I think Vulcan is here. I'll take you down."

"Wait Corax... I don't think it's safe down there..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Trazyn felt that a feather under him began to loosen, and before he could say anything, he flew out with the feather.

"All right!!!!"

Tarazyn held the feather tightly. It would be no problem to fall from such a high altitude, but there was an endless purgatory of fire below. The high temperature even made Trazyn's cooling system gear much higher.

Finally, he and his feathers fell to the ground together. Corax's control over his own subspace nature was indeed exquisite.

The feathers suddenly expanded as soon as they landed on the ground, reducing the huge impact force a lot. When Trazyn touched the ground, he only felt his feet tremble slightly.

Dry and hot.

This was Trazyn's first reaction when he appeared here. Then, several strong warriors in green armor slowly walked out of the rising fire.

These were orcs, all of whom used flamethrowers. They roared loudly when they saw Trazyn.

"There is actually a metal lump that has not melted here! Burn it into molten iron! Take it back to Wargan!"

Trazyn was horrified and turned around and ran. Later, he met the Salamander warriors again. They asked Trazyn to hide behind them and aimed the flamethrowers in their hands at the orcs in front of him.

Two flames came from the front and back, and Trazyn cursed in his heart.

How the hell can he charge? When he ran to the fire lizard, he was afraid that he would only have a few drops of molten iron left to cherish.

But at this point, there was no other way except to fight to the death. Trazyn gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, rushing directly towards the wall of fire.

At this time, Lin Fan finally started to shake the dice for Trazyn's survival.

For the orc spies and the dead kela that Trazyn met, Lin Fan could not find any matching rules to use.

This fire lizard's flamethrower was different. Whether Trazyn could keep his whole body in the wall of fire depended on Lin Fan's luck.

M5 T5 SV2+ W6 LD6+ OC1

Movement speed 5, physical resistance 5, model armor protection 2, health 6, leadership 6+, target control efficiency 1.

These are the chess pieces of Trazyn, while the data of the Emperor's Guards are 6, 6, 2+, 3, 6+, 2.

That is to say, the physical strength of Taraxin's own chess piece is equivalent to that of two imperial guards stacked together, so even if Lin Fan's luck is not good, Taraxin can successfully reach the front of the fire lizard formation in a seriously injured state.

The dice fell to the ground, and the value was displayed.

Lin Fan quickly settled the score, and Taraxin survived the flamethrower's shooting.

Taraxin ran behind the fire lizards and felt exhausted. He knelt down with a plop. Two fire lizards immediately stepped forward and grabbed his shoulders and lifted him to a safer place behind.

"It's amazing!" A fire lizard exclaimed, "If the materials used to make your bodies can be used to cast power armor, the defensive performance must be very good."

Taraxin had no interest in the fire lizards' humorous comfort. He only felt that his shell was very hot. If he stayed in the flames for a longer time, he would stagger forward in a molten state.

"At least I'm safe..." Taraxin shook his head, feeling that all the dangers he had experienced in the past tens of thousands of years were not as bad as now.

As time went by and he calmed down, Trazyn felt that everything that had just happened was really interesting, and it made him feel alive again.

"Oh? You like it? If you like it, come more often."

The voice of the Silent King suddenly sounded, and Trazyn's hope that had just risen was extinguished in an instant. He screamed and disappeared from the fire lizard's arms in a flash of light.