Chapter 636 Fun People

Holding the human-skin textured Holy Words tightly in his hand, Dorn looked back at the unfamiliar Battle Sisters and Crusaders. The fanaticism in their eyes made Dorn panic, but he still built a wall to protect his heart and chose to ignore it temporarily, like a heavy high wall standing in front of danger.

Degraded bodies are being produced continuously. Amaraga has learned some of Fabius's experience in adjusting the Space Marines and made these warriors with only biological instincts stronger.

Fabius was controlled by Amaraga. This mad scientist who was doing genetic research in the Eye of Terror was locked in the body by the trillions of compressed bones created by Amaraga. Only a hairless head could move. When Fabius saw Fulgrim in the team, his face turned pale.

The subspace power extracted from the invisible waste abyss is breeding more degraded bodies, and the nightmares mixed in these twisted warriors have also become hidden sharp blades.

"Victor! What on earth are you going to do? You are pushing the Eldar into the pit of extinction!" Iverene could not understand Victor's madness. She and other angry Eldar prophets attacked Victor together.

Victor just responded with a contemptuous look, without explaining a word. In his eyes, there was really no need to say more to the dead.

What a chaotic scene!

On this side are the living people who can still be understood. They hold their positions under the leadership of the Primarch and the Chosen One, and then attack forward. Although some warriors fall quietly, more warriors will fill the gap in their firepower.

On the other side are nightmare creations, pale flesh monsters made of the subspace, stitched with skin made of the genes of the Titans to suppress the inner disorder and madness, and behind those twisted corpses, there are nightmare blades.

The Deceiver watched all this with great joy. He laughed, he mocked, he cried and laughed, he laughed loudly. In the entire universe, only the God of Laughter could compete with him in watching a play for fun.

The trickster 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 the sealed bystanders in the tomb, and jumped out of his sight to admire the death battle between the Emperor Inamas, who had turned into half a fire god, and the god of skinners, Landuger.

How beautiful! How chaotic! How pleasing to the eye!

The noisy laughter was released from the several eyeballs he left, extremely noisy.

He seemed to see the battle in heaven, and the happy scene of the Star God Civil War was emerging in front of him. This excitement made his illusory body tremble. The trickster was a little confused about whether this was the fluctuation caused by the destruction of the altar, or his body could no longer bear the upcoming grand fun.

"Next! Yes! There is more fun to watch!" He raised a finger and provoked the situation on the battlefield.

"This is not interesting enough!"

The trickster found a rich galaxy with ten planets, inciting the activities of believers who sacrificed to him, and gained power through various deceptive activities.

Maybe he deceived his relatives and friends into a dangerous radiation pit, or deceived his slave brothers into escaping in a narrow passage!

The deceiver's body was overjoyed, and the deceived's angry and twisted face made the deceiver even happier and more satisfied.

It seemed that the time had come. He cut off his fingers, touched these chaotic planets, and rubbed them vigorously.

The stable gravity between the planets was broken, and the collapse was almost irreversible. The deceiver just let out a soft hiss, deceiving the will of these planets and making them solid enough spheres.

The spheres turned into dice under the pressure of the deceiver's fingers. The deceiver threw them in the galaxy without considering the casualties of his believers and innocent people on the planet.

"Big failure! Big failure!" The deceiver threw a result, and he aimed at a space warrior using an automatic cannon. When he looked over, the automatic cannon made by Perturabo suddenly exploded, and the subsequent loaded shells exploded one by one.

The warrior was killed on the spot, and the flying metal fragments even pierced into the solid ceramic steel armor of other warriors.

"Huh?" Perturabo was very sensitive to the sound of weapon explosions, "A low-quality product? It shouldn't be."

The trickster started to roll the dice again, and he even made a clone. The two tricksters rolled the dice while placing bets.

"Great success!" A sniper shot by an Eldar ranger killed dozens of degraded bodies equipped with heavy bone armor. The ranger was surprised by his own shooting.

The commander of the Lamenters, Hope, held a power sword, and stared at the nightmare warriors lurking beside the degraded bodies with a firm look. He had been reborn in Perturabo's sparring, and was no longer the rookie who took over the regiment in despair.

He chopped down two degraded bodies and kicked the nightmare that rushed over.

"Small failure!"

Hope suddenly felt his feet slipping uncontrollably, and he did a split on the dangerous battlefield. He was confused and anxious. The more he pushed his feet, the more he was affected by the shattered flesh of the degraded body.

Perturabo took his eyes off during the battle. He saw Hope's terrible condition and narrowed his eyes just as he was about to get angry.

He scanned the entire battlefield and felt that more and more strange things were happening.

"Big failure!"

"Medium success!"

"Minor success!"

"Nothing happened!"

Perturabo can receive information about the entire battlefield through the system of his armor, so he has the most profound understanding of the current chaos on the battlefield.

If only one extremely low probability event occurs, it can be called luck, but when such extremely low probability events occur in a cluster, one has to think about what strange things are affecting their battle.

Irafren tried to hide her figure as much as possible, and when the energy of the cloak was fully charged next time, she suddenly flashed out and landed beside Orikan who was shooting electric sparks, and quickly took out Orikan's data core under the guidance of Taraxin.

Since she had succeeded, Irafren had to stay away from this dangerous place. She rolled up her cloak and prepared to flash to an open space, and then the fraudster stared at her, and saw the result.

"Big failure!"

Irafren's practiced quick hands suddenly itched, and subconsciously scratched her fingers, and Irafren pulled the cloak and fell in front of Chagatai Khan.

"Ah?" Looking at the scimitar attacking her, Irafren's eyes were left with Chagatai's shocked face.

Irafren's head was chopped off easily and neatly, and the blood inside his body sprayed all over the stunned Khan's face.

Chagatai looked at Irafren's bleeding body in a daze, and then tears of pain and surprise slid down from the corners of his eyes.