Chapter 549 The Craziest One

Speaking of Lanco, this manager who is quite talented in making money and increasing production, was carried by the Skinner. He and this group of monsters that exuded the smell of rot and blood slid across the side of the dimension.

After witnessing the distorted picture that could not be remembered and understood, Lanco's feet finally touched the solid ground that could be stepped on.

Vomiting a large mouthful of internal organs and fragments of the prosthesis, Lanco felt extreme pain. His body squeezed by the side of the dimension was slowly extending, and he felt like dough rolled by a rolling pin.

"Cooperator, your attitude this time is quite disobedient." The cold voice came into Lanco's ears. Unlike the chaotic and harsh noise of the Skinner, this voice was so elegant and rational that it made those who listened to his words intoxicated.

If a radio station could invite this person to be a broadcaster, then this radio station would win 100% listening rate.

Lanco was still uncomfortable. He raised his head with difficulty and saw a metal skeleton staring at him. The skeleton was not covered with flesh and bones, but with ornaments made of precious metals and gorgeous gems.

Behind him was a stitched cloak. Judging from the familiar texture and color, the cloak was made of flesh and blood.

"Ahem." Lan Ke wanted to say something, but could only cough out more internal organs. The metal skeleton standing in front of him also treated him before Lan Ke was able to speak a complete sentence.

"This is different from what we agreed. Your men are out of control. They killed all the reserve food!"

"Out of control? Oh, haha. This really reminds me of something." The metal skeleton held Lan Ke's waist with one hand and lifted him up, and held Lan Ke's head with the other hand, "Thank you for providing us with a stable supply, but now the situation has changed, and there is no need to keep it up."

"But. Our agreement!"

"That's why you can still live until now. We are very contractual to tell you that we have unilaterally terminated the contract."

Lan Ke's head was torn off, and pulled out of his body along with his spine. The metal skeleton threw away Lanko's remains, and the long-awaited skinners rushed forward and began to decompose Lanko's body.

"I never knew that the Lost Lord Valgur would trade with humans. I always thought you regarded them as meat." A voice came from the shadows.

"If you hadn't come, I would really like to make some deals with this group of meat. He is a very capable person and provides a stable meat tax. But unfortunately, we don't need him anymore."

The Lost Lord Valgur sighed, watching more and more skinner plundering fleets follow their instincts to come here.

Those rotten ships carrying the ghouls on them were parked in the orbit of Drazar. With the activation of Drazar's surface transmission array, a large amount of fresh meat was put on these new ships.

Fresh flesh and blood is consumed quickly and replenished quickly. A gap opened in the sky, and fresh flesh and blood poured down like a magnificent waterfall, pouring into the surface trenches of Drazar and sent to the storage tanks of various transmission arrays.

The voice came again, asking with surprise, "How many worlds have you traded with?"

"The entire Ghoul Star Region is under our control. Every governor who can survive on the world is serving under our threat. Either bring others up or bring yourself up. This is not a difficult question."

Valgur was very satisfied with the terrifying order he had created in the Ghoul Star Region. They established bases in the shadows of every world with dense creatures. By inviting the powerful people on the planet to visit Drazar, many people would sign a life-saving treaty with Valgur during a mental breakdown.

These people would provide Drazar with a stable source of flesh and blood, including political enemies, prisoners, gang members, devout believers, greenskins, and aliens. As long as it was fresh meat, their identities would not affect the skinner's skills in dissecting the flesh except for the meat yield.

"Those Space Marines thought they could expel our influence. We were just too lazy to encircle and annihilate them. The Storm King has tied up too much of our power." Valgur walked among the flayers. Whenever he approached a group of flayers that were devouring, the flayers would temporarily stop what they were doing and pay a hoarse salute to Valgur.

Waving back with satisfaction, Valgur returned to his throne. In the throne decorated with broken bones and charred skin, he could observe his rule from a perfect perspective.

The number of flayers here is so exaggerated that it can be seen from the patterns on their chests that they are not from the same dynasty.

These undead warriors infected by the flayers gathered in Drazar, and even gathered in a more secret and safe pocket space waiting for the hunting moment.

A heavy table was brought in by the flayers and placed in front of the throne. The table was not clean, and the mottled marks were difficult to wash off and remained on the surface of the table for a long time.

Dishes were served one by one, and there were also terrible dead figures sitting in their seats. Although these Necrontyr nobles wore dark gold jewelry and their shoulder armor was designed to be unusually gorgeous, they were hiding under bones and flesh, and faced with the fresh meat bubbling with blood on the table, they showed a strong desire.

They roared, completely without the manners of nobles. They were like wild dogs fighting for food.

Ding Ding Dong Dong.

The crisp collision of metal attracted the attention of these carnivorous nobles. Valgur stood up from the throne, holding a wine glass carved from an Eldar skull in his hand.

"Everyone, cheer for this harvest! We have collected enough flesh and blood to start the ceremony from the 150,000 planets in the star zone. Of course, we must thank the Silent King for the unexpected gift he sent us."

Valgur greeted the nobles, but these nobles were more eager to get Valgur's order to allow them to eat.

A projection was created, showing a scene of a sea of ​​blood and corpses. Countless skinners worked among corpses as big as mountains and planets. They decomposed pieces of flesh and blood that had not yet rotted and bathed in blood.

From the display, this is a group of slaughtered Tyranids. These five Tyranid fleets survived the obstruction of the Silent King and appeared in the Ghoul Star Zone.

They are terrible predators. Any hive fleet can make the human empire put down everything at hand and go all out.

If these five hive fleets can absorb the biomass of the Ghoul Sector, then the Imperium of Man will face the largest foreign invasion since its founding.

But fortunately, the Flayers have their eyes on the flesh of these bugs.

How to imagine the Primaris Space Marines being sent to those chapters with isolated communication

Custodian: Primarch Guilliman has awakened, this is the aid of your chapter. Collect these seeds and make more warriors, don't mess it up.