Warhammer Seal

Chapter 431 Demonology
What is left of Wende after losing AI assistance and technological equipment?
A bloodlust driven purely by desire.

The thing that has been flowing in his blood for tens of millions of years can finally express his original purpose as much as possible without being bound by reason.

All living beings are born bloodthirsty.

The low-level urban areas are like the lower hives of humans, with complex and changeable roads. The biggest difference from the hives of humans is that there are no gang organizations to maintain basic order.

Every district, every street, even every house is in a battle for power.

This is the nature of the Dark Eldar. It is natural for the strong to dominate the weak, and the weak can only become lambs to be slaughtered by the strong.

Orcs, humans, aliens, gene stealers, and even followers of chaos, the endless population occupies the lower urban areas, like tumors and cancers.

But the Dark Eldar didn't dislike all of this. Anyway, everyone among them was targeted by Slaanesh for their souls, so why should they care about any long-term plans.

This tumor-like low-rise urban area can instead breed special mutants that are more able to bear pain and cause pain.

Except for the followers of Chaos, other creatures are allowed to live, and of course, there will be no mercy when it is time to kill.

A fresh corpse, from a human mercenary.

It seems that a fight broke out in this small square before, and a human mercenary was killed here.

Stabbing his finger into the corpse so hard that his arm was covered in blood, Tipperchery savored the taste of blood.

"Fear, anger, pain, and death from the slaughter of orcs."

There is a lot of information in the blood, and the witch spirits who feed on blood and pain can easily detect the information in this liquid.

The clues are clear. A group of human mercenaries contacted the orcs. The former suffered a disastrous defeat, leaving behind a corpse and hastily left. Now this place should have become the chassis of the orcs.

Don't worry, in a place like Comoros where there is no soil and the light is weak, the reproduction speed of orcs is very slow.

It would take a long time for the orc spores to find a place to inhabit.

It seems to be the goal of killing orcs. Wende didn't mind at all. For him now, it is not so embarrassing to raise the butcher's knife to fellow human beings, but killing orcs must be better.

"Do the main quest first, there are still seven full days to go before the sideline massacre, so don't be so anxious."

"Okay, finish the main task early, and then I will do it with you."

Wende's eyes had lost their light, he clenched the pistol tightly, and slowly wiped the dagger on it to ensure that it was always sharp.

Killing is the only thing he desires right now, and when thoughts fill his mind, he can forget almost all the pain.

This was what Dipperchery was longing for, and he took a deep breath through his nose, and felt the psionic waves in the air.

Since the Dark Eldar do not have the protection of the soul stone, it is as if they are directly under the sight of Slaanesh, and their souls will be directly grasped when they use psionic energy.

But it doesn't mean that they are insensitive to psychic energy. Among them, the most elite witch spirits are all masters of anti-psychic energy, and they can even feel the existence of psychic energy from the air.

"This direction, follow me."

You only need to follow the guidance of the smell to find the psychic or the psychic item.

After crossing a few ditches, completely ignoring those weaklings struggling to survive in the cracks, the two of them arrived at the orc territory in a short time.

The stench of orc feces is everywhere, letting Wende, a human with a poor sense of smell, know where he is now.

Following Dipperchery's slender fingers, the orc seemed to be kneeling down to something in a room full of candles.

Although the names of Ge Ge and Mao Ge were chanted in their mouths, what they worshiped was not a statue of Ge Mo Ge Er Ge, but a book with a strange cover.

"It's a book made of orc skin. It's weird. Orcs don't know how to write books, they can only waaagh, waaagh, don't worry, kill them, and the book will be ours."

While speaking, Tipperchery picked up a skull from the ground. It had been eaten too many times to tell whether it was a human skull or a skull of another race.

With all his strength, he smashed the door of the orc hut, completely angering all the orcs who were praying.

Wu YaPan ran out in large swaths, and pairs of eyes were also exposed through the gaps in the windows of other rooms.

Generally speaking, due to the design of the Creator Old Ones, orcs rarely take the initiative to attack the Eldar, but if there is no one to fight, they will grab the Eldar and beat them up.

The Black Bean Sprout of the Spirit Tribe with scant armor in front of her is obviously a face that needs to be beaten. Seeing that the big orc over here goes up and smears her face with blood, he twists his head off and kicks it like a ball.

Without any hesitation, without any hesitation, the leader of the group of orcs charged forward, took the stick in his hand and slashed at Dipperchery vigorously.

But every time they were easily dodged, these orcs were too weak.

At this moment, the screams of other orc boys came from behind him, and when he turned his head, a human shrimp who appeared at an unknown time started to kill, even more anxious than the orcs.

"I want waaagh to kill you, waaagh!"

With a cry, all the orc boys were enveloped in the battle cry, their blood boiled with enthusiasm, and then cooled down quickly.

Wind and Tipperchere killed all the orcs with ease as if they were dancing, slowly and gently beheading them one by one while they were still alive.

After the killing was completed, when he looked up again, those eyes that were hiding in the gaps in the windows closed one after another, not daring to look outside again.

Now that the orcs had been slain, all that remained was to destroy the book.

The books placed in the room had a strong spiritual impact, making Tipperchery afraid to approach easily.

But just by shaking his head slightly, Wende knew what kind of situation it was.

As a psychic immune person, he could ignore the influence of all psychic creations on flesh and blood creatures, and easily took off the book made of orc skin, just like holding paper without the slightest pain.

This kind of thing is like the Necronomicon, most of which contain a lot of knowledge about subspace and the truth about Chaos Demon.

Even looking at the outer shell of a book can make a person who is not determined fall into the corruption of chaos in an instant, but for Wende, he even has the ability to open the book and read the content directly.

Turning to the first page, it was full of unfamiliar characters, but based on the pictures, it was still possible to deduce what was recorded in this book made of orc skin.

"Something about demonology."

(End of this chapter)