Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

Even if it is a meaningless struggle, it is better than being killed.

Valgur made the flesh-and-blood monster appear, and the standing tomb chamber and crawling statue blocked Lin Fan's path.

Facing these mindless flesh and blood monsters, Lin Fan simply killed them randomly. They are not as agile as Khorne, and even their strength is so weak.

But these things have nothing to do with living animals, they are just moving meat.

Lin Fan's bayonet inserted into the chest of a monster and cut it upward. Then the thing continued to wrap around Lin Fan's thigh, biting and licking it.

Not willing to waste any more time, he relied on his spear to move quickly. His flesh and blood pressed down like a tsunami, trying to slap Lin Fan down.

The bayonet opened a gap in the waves of flesh, and Lin Fan's movement forward was not slow at all. In the bloody storm, he was getting closer and closer to Valgur's throne.

When his eyes could see the edge of the throne, the spear shot out without any hesitation and nailed the side of Valgul's head.

Lin Fan's bayonet was placed on Valgur's neck the next moment. He stepped on the armrest of the throne with one foot and the other on the back of the throne, leaning down.

"Am I talking to Landugal, or to Varghul?"

Valgur closed his eyes and ignored Lin Fan. Lin Fan slashed away with his sword, and Valgur's head rolled to the ground.

The head merged with the ground, and a new head grew out of Vargul.

Lin Fan, who did not believe in evil, slashed him dozens of times, but Valgul continued to be reborn with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Haha, do you really think you can kill a conceptual god? Even the first subject only smashed it, not killed it."

Lin Fan looked at the arrogant Valgur, tilted his head and thought for a while, then took off his helmet, pinched his nose and took a bite of Valgur with his eyes closed.

Looking at the missing flesh and blood on his shoulder, Varghul finally understood how the pieces of flesh filled with the hatred of the God of the Skinner were disposed of.

"You don't have such a good appetite, do you?"

"It's hard to say, but at least it tastes pretty good to you. It tastes much better than old soup or starfish."

After listening to Lin Fan's words, Valgur's expression finally changed. He tried to escape from this place, but was grabbed tightly by Lin Fan's hand. In the end, he screamed and was eaten bit by bit by Lin Fan.

As Val Ghul became disabled, his control over the wall of flesh became chaotic and weak, allowing the King of France to clean off the flesh inch by inch.

Lin Fan squatted beside the throne and panted. He saw that the flesh and blood around him had not dissipated, and he wondered if he had to eat the whole planet.

"Isn't this workload a bit too much?" Lin Fan sighed in distress, pulled a piece of meat from the ground and threw it into his mouth, chewed it for a few times and swallowed it.

I've eaten so much, what's going on in my stomach? I'm really curious.

Valgul who was eaten into his stomach did not die. The minced meat was also meat. He fell into Lin Fan's stomach in a burst of darkness and rotation.

Forcing his body to regroup, he saw a lake glowing with fluorescent green light. There was a starfish-like creature floating in the lake. He was eating the bugs and plants that grew in the lake.

What the hell is this.

Valgur carefully huddled in the corner, observing the movements of the starfish.

But in this lake, any subtle change is very noticeable, let alone a lump of flesh that moves and breeds.

The starfish that Odemair called a two-dimensional prison approached Valgur and opened its devouring mouth to him.

The two-dimensional internal organs stimulated Valgul's nerves, and the ending of falling into the dimension was not what he wanted.

All his struggles were swallowed up by the starfish, and half of Valgur's body was pressed into a two-dimensional plane. His last cry of despair stirred in Lin Fan's stomach and surged up his esophagus.

Vargul and the God of the Skinner in his body are sealed in a two-dimensional prison. Their power will not be resurrected in the universe. The viruses left behind will dissipate and decline, and they will be forgotten in the years like their masters. .

Lin Fan hiccupped several times. These hiccups were the desperate wails before Valgul was devoured, but in Lin Fan's eyes, this was a warning that his body could no longer eat.

The meaning of the hiccup was captured by King Imamas. He silently witnessed the dissolution of flesh and blood, and watched the skinner's madness recede from the data.

He has a stronger awe of the power of the subject, and a deeper concern for the future of the dynasty.

The battle in the Ghoul Sector seems to have come to an end. This sector at the edge of the Milky Way has hosted a magnificent war. Even if it is written in mythology, some people will think it is too far-fetched.

One percent of the endless power of Khorne, Nurgle, and Tzeentch remains here, unable to be reclaimed.

The Skinner's complete seal, the Deceiver's injury.

The destruction of the ancient Eldar battle ark, the complete destruction of the Dark Eldar army left behind by Gomo, the heavy damage to the fleet of the Executioner dynasty, and the destruction of several dynasties infected with the Skinners.

When these results were tallied up in Inamas' data a day later, he was mostly shocked.

This kind of result was enough to be taken seriously by the Council of the Three Saints during the War in Heaven.

"Should we let those races know this information?" Lotaros asked the Emperor for his opinion.

"You can let them know so as to avoid misunderstandings in the future."

Everyone rested in an unmanned galaxy and attended a post-war summary meeting at the invitation of the Executioner Dynasty.

The remaining octagonal fortress of the Golden Ark is also carried by the Executioner. The current human and Eldar fleets are not capable of towing such a huge void creation.

The Eldar and Humans read the reports in their hands in silence, and the Emperor clapped his hands gently to let the suffocating atmosphere of the meeting dissipate a little.

"Do you have anything to say?"

"Do you think this is a threat?" Perturabo asked gloomily, "A war of this level cannot be controlled by ordinary things."

"I'm just sharing information out of respect. You are guests, and guests have reason to know what happened."

"This is so nonsense." Chagatai didn't even bother to sip the tea, and choked out his dry mouth. "So many gods gathered together in such a small place. The galaxy is really in catastrophe."

"Based on our analysis of the new forms of the Trickster and the Skinner, we believe that another manifestation of these gods has something to do with you humans."

Because Armas's words undoubtedly made the originals dissatisfied, they thought it was an act of throwing dirty water.

"Let me finish. The Star Gods are the same as the subspace tides. They both need to eat. The Star Gods' meal is composed of stellar energy and souls, and the subspace tides' meal is composed of souls and emotions. At present, this universe can The only people who provide these resources most widely are you humans.”

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