Chapter 211 Monsters and Monsters

Irafren looked at the control room swallowed by the void, and watched the old iron head and the twisted abomination turn into nothingness. She felt her cheeks were wet, thinking that her eyes were bleeding. She wiped them casually and found that they were black tears.

I cried? Crying for an orc beast?

This shouldn't be done, Irafren, you shouldn't be like this. This will only make your cloned short life consume faster. You will be eaten because you don't conform to the rules of this place.

But this inexplicable heartache is unbearable.

After taking a few hard breaths, Irafren still felt that there was a breath in her chest that was difficult to express, but she felt a big hand on her shoulder.

She looked back at the Khan and wiped her face to make herself less embarrassed, "What's wrong, stupid big guy"

"Nothing. Did you see that flesh and blood balloon? There must be a bloody person on that thing. Let's kill him."

"Okay." Irafren controlled the void crow to fly towards the flesh and blood balloon. While firing the void spear, it also lifted the weapon restrictions of all fuselage missiles.

The single sickle missile that had cut off the heads of an entire media tower, the double-detonated pulverization missile, and the implosion missile that could cause the enemy to implode and disintegrate were all fired.

The flesh ball squirmed out a huge flesh wall to block the missiles, but Irafren would not let it block his attack.

Using the void spear to pave the way for the missiles, these devastating Eldar weapons plunged into the body of the flesh ball.

The pulverization missile sucked away all the heat from the flesh ball, making the flesh ball stiff and fragile, and the second explosion shattered all the parts that were carved by ice.

The implosion missile caused the flesh ball to explode violently in the air, as if it was trapped in an airtight stone ball filled with gunpowder. The flames and explosions tried to break through the constraints of the flesh, and the entire balloon burst open with wounds and cracks, and spewed out thick black smoke extinguished by blood.

The last single sickle missile released a shock wave, which cut the flesh and blood structure of the balloon horizontally and spread outward. Large numbers of tortured and twisted hateful heads fell from the sky, but their bodies were still running.

"Ah. A fast-growing person who repaired the soul wound? And recovered a certain amount of emotions? This is not good. But it is interesting." Amaraga touched the slight wound on his neck. The shock wave that split the entire balloon into two and needed to heal again only left a small wound on his neck that cut through the skin.

"Lucia, deal with that void crow."

The dead saint moved, flapping her six wings and flying towards the void crow, splashing blood on her body on the way, like a dark cloud in the sky.

"That thing." Khan felt an unspeakable fear locked on him. He had never felt that he was so ready to face a great enemy. The hatred of that thing was completely different from the hatred of the Great Demon of Khorne.

This terrible resentment made Khan uncomfortable all over.

"Girl! Attack that blood-spurting thing!" Khan leaned out and shot with an ancient technology pistol in his hand.

Irafren listened to Khan's order, twisted the fuselage, and aimed her Void Raven's frontal firepower at the floating monster. Just as she was about to control the Void Spear to prepare for shooting, she saw the beautiful head under the halo opened its eyes.

Those eyes were empty, and as the eyelids opened, the dark hole inside was scary. The quiet smile was replaced by an extremely exaggerated wail. The pyramid-shaped heads howled in pain, and a terrifying sound wave was generated from their mouths and fell on the Void Raven.

"Ah!!!!!!"

The shrieking sound with the tone of a female voice had terrible power. The Void Raven, which was only limited in speed under high gravity, actually trembled violently in this sound wave attack.

Irafren could not bear such a blow, and spit out a mouthful of blood in pain, and fainted on Khan's body with blood flowing from his five senses and seven orifices.

Khan held Irafren's light and thin body, and held his big hands in front of his head, staring at the blasphemous figure through the gaps between his fingers.

"Crack." Khan gritted his teeth. This kind of pressure was different from psychic power. He felt that the negative emotions in his body were aroused and madly biting back at himself.

Disappointment, confusion, lamentation and other emotions were all transformed into unfounded hatred. Blood slowly flowed from his nose, and Irafren, who was protected in his arms, groaned louder and louder.

He gritted his teeth and smashed the control console with a punch, messing up the structure inside.

The 100% efficient energy circuit inside the Void Raven was destroyed, and the engine quickly stopped, falling towards the ground of Gomo like a paper airplane floating in the wind.

Khan watched himself getting closer and closer to a spire. He turned over and faced his back to the outside, allowing Irafren to be protected inside.

"I hope you are really useful."

The Void Raven crashed through the outer layer of the spire and crashed somewhere unknown.

"It's OK. The result is barely acceptable."

Amara touched his chin, estimated the power of the scream just now, and then asked his torture and hatred troops to capture the crashed fast-growing pilot.

The Death Saint fell into a stagnation again. This terrifying biological weapon was too rigid. Although it obeyed orders very well, it would no longer care once it exceeded the scope of the order.

The Loen crowd finally dealt with the torture troops on him. He freed his hands and attacked Lucia at Sister Reese's order. The flood of thousands of arms drowned the dead saint.

"No resistance. Tsk."

Amaraga was very dissatisfied with the indifference of the dead saint after being attacked, "Lucia, deal with the wild body."

The dead saint who was trapped in the overlapping arms and bitten moved. The limbs on her body resisted the arms' restraint on her, pushing them away to create a space enough for movement.

Then a scream roared from the head.

"Ah!!!!"

The cage created by the arms was shattered by the sound waves, but the recovery ability of the crowd was also rapidly growing these arms again. They entangled with each other again, trying to trap the dead saint again.

The third scream, the fourth scream, the fifth scream.

The screams echoed in the air again and again, even Reese, who was safely protected, felt his eardrums ruptured and bleeding.

The arms of the crowd in Lorn became more and more twisted and terrifying. Those arms that were still recognizable as human beings became a mass of flesh that was indistinguishable after being crushed and reborn many times.

"No. This is not right. People shouldn't be like this." Reese held the book in her hand, but did not notice that a page in the book was emitting a brighter light.

Lin Fan's daily life in the harem (hush) The author is not going to write the ultimate stallion harem article. Everyone is useful in the plot, not a vase on the bed.