Chapter 638 Good Luck

"Ah!" Irafren screamed, and in panic he raised his Ranger sniper rifle, and shot directly without even aiming.

A broken crystal shot right at Amaraga. This weapon had no killing power on the compressed bones under Amaraga's skin and flesh, so he was too lazy to move to dodge this meaningless attack.

But the broken crystal was a little too lucky. After piercing the skin and flesh outside Amaraga used to disguise the human form, it just drilled into the gap between the bones. The broken crystal bounced between the bones and shot straight at Amaraga's core used to control flesh and blood, a brain wrapped in heavy bones.

The broken crystal caught the brain's breathing and went in at the moment when the bone plate loosened. All this happened too smoothly and quickly. Amaraga was still smiling like an aristocrat in the previous second, and he put on a somewhat dull expression in the next second.

The broken crystals had already punched seven or eight blood holes in his well-protected brain during the ejection. Amaraga's control over the degraded body suddenly became chaotic and heavy. He needed to concentrate on repairing his brain.

Looking at Amaraga with his eyes closed, Irafren did not dare to delay any more time. She would flash out directly after the next cloak was fully charged.

"Small success."

This flash seemed to have no problems. It would have been better if Irafren's butt had not sat on the running Drazar.

The spikes on the Lord of Blades' armor scratched Irafren's armor and stabbed her butt. Although it was not a serious injury, it scared Irafren and made her jump up.

Drazar's doubtful and angry eyes just drifted up, and the Khan's heavy boots hit him hard in the face. Drazar was kicked hundreds of meters away and bounced on the ground several times before stopping.

Gently catching Irafren, Chagatai carried Irafren on his shoulders and lifted him back. Irafren also fell behind Chagatai's sturdy body.

"Hehe. Thanks! Big fool."

"You are really a fool with luck."

Chagatai was a little helpless and chopped the four nightmares that rushed out of the shadows into pieces in an instant. They were too far behind Drazal.

"Orikan! Orrikan, can you still hear me?"

Taraxin yelled at his forehead, and Orrikan's hot data core also floated a few numbers to simply express his status.

"I thought that Master Blood-Pity would not be moved by a little physical pain. It seems that you are not qualified." Victor looked at Amaraga, with a mocking and slightly disappointed look on his face, "That fast-growing man smells good. If I were in Gomor, I would be happy to train an obedient slave."

"Heh." Amaraga smiled noncommittally. He finally caught the bouncing flexible crystal fragment, moved it to his finger and shot it out, killing a ranger who tried to sneak attack on the spot.

The two of them talked very little, and they continued to watch the battlefield, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with them. The nightmare was steaming in the lightning of the Eldar prophet, and Victor clapped lightly, not knowing whether it was admiration or mockery.

The transformed degraded body was cracked because of the titanium skin, showing the essence of the subspace. This was the most difficult time for these creations to deal with, but when they faced the sainted Celes and Roca, they were not much better than snowflakes in midsummer.

The balance of war seemed to be tilting towards the coalition. When Drazar's arm was cut off by Chagatai's scimitar again, Victor stretched his body and raised his hand to pinch out a rune of the Black Muse.

The rune of the Black Muse hung above everyone's head, and the nightmare was strengthened. They trembled crazily, and their body movements were unnatural and intermittent, just like a low-quality animation person with many intermediate frames minus.

"Victor! Stop it!" Ivrene's old woman's sword was emitting pale flames, "It's time for the unfounded differences between the Dark Eldar and the Ark Eldar to disappear."

Victor felt ridiculous for Ivrene's naivety of escaping reality. He vacated a nightmare body and swept towards Ivrene.

The power given by the god of death was reverberating in Ivrene's body. She slashed a sword at Victor, and the pale flame formed an arc. The other Eldar prophets also cooperated with Ivrene's actions, injecting destructive mental energy into the flame arc.

The polluted ground was wriggling, and a wall of demented flesh and blood suddenly rose up to block Ivrene's attack for Victor. Inside the unrestricted and shattered wall, there were black warp spiders with structures like dying thorns pouring out from it.

"Fight for the great Emperor!" The Sisters of Battle and the Crusades took a step forward, singing hymns loudly, releasing all the anger of the Empire against Chaos.

The promethium flames and incendiary bombs were destroying the spiders that kept pouring out. Perturabo waved his hand, and several armor-piercing shells were fired at the towering demented flesh wall. The flesh and bones that burst out meant that the wall was about to collapse.

Without having time to thank the Imperial allies for their help, Ivrene and her Death Army decided to execute Victor, the dangerous madman, with their own hands.

Idenyan's Bone Guards advanced with the gloomy pace of death. Under the guidance of the surrounding Eldar prophets, their sluggishness was greatly alleviated, and these war machines that should not be underestimated on the battlefield completely tore apart the collapsed flesh wall.

Victor hid in the collapsed flesh wall and constructed more nightmare warriors with just a snap of his fingers.

This form of summoning an army can only remind Ivrenie of the soul constructor on the Ark.

"What did you do to Gomo?" Ivrenie was shocked.

"What? Nothing. The Lord of Pleasure collected a tax, and I decided to demolish the store directly, it's that simple."

"You bastard!" Ivrenie gritted her teeth, she felt that she was wrapped in Cain's anger, she raised the old woman's sword with red eyes, and rushed towards Victor with unstoppable madness.

One nightmare after another tried to protect their master, but they could only be broken into pieces under Ivrenie's sword.

The primarchs who were trying their best to suppress the spread of the degraded body were relieved to see Ivrenie's appearance. They were very worried that these Eldar would have compassion in the battle, and then they would have to do the cleaning activities.

If Ivrenie was willing to kill Victor, it would not be a bad thing.

The Empire can turn a blind eye to the Dark Eldar who have infiltrated the Army of Death, but as the master of the City of Pain, Victor must die. This is the bottom line.