Warhammer 2-68 Staggered (6)

"The world is dying, and according to calculations, it will live for five days at most. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Lester looked at the sky, and at the flames of war and corpses all over the ground, and let out a meaningless echo.

"Praise Chaos, we will soon be able to open the treasury of the Ancient Saints, and the idiots of the Iron Warriors will not make any progress until the entire army is destroyed." A voice came from the back of the Dark Forge Director, "Lord Lester, why don't we do it yet?" The fleets of those blasphemers are running rampant outside, and the fleet of the Puppet Emperor executing the extermination order is also on the way, and we are running out of time. ”

"Yes, time is running out, but it's the same for everyone." Lester's deep voice like rusted metal sounded, "No one can open the door without a messenger; Without a catalyst, the messenger will never reach the gate, and if you want to get the treasure, you must follow the routine of the ancient saints. The Iron Warriors failed at this point, and we won't fail in the same place. ”

"But, my lord, the messenger is not in our possession either."

"That's right, but that's the way to go." Lester's back suddenly opened, and a twisted mechanical prosthetic leg stretched out, "Tainted emissaries can't enter the treasure, and if they touch us, those lowly mortals will have their wills broken, so we can't appear in their eyes." ”

"That ......"

"You're asking too much, D4."

"Yes, sir."

Lester stopped talking, but looked at the devastated battlefield.

Lester slowly walked down the hill as several mechanical service arms unfurled from his back, scavenging and cutting through the wreckage.

"War...... War creates death and despair, and death and despair become hotbeds of chaos. ”

One of Lester's mechanical arms pinched a scepter, and Lester looked at it twice, and saw that there seemed to be some déjà vu.

A large gear wraps around the base of the scepter, and several wires connect to the base of the scepter.

It's a Mechanica's priest's scepter.

Lester paused for a moment, then grew bored with the thing that symbolized his boring past.

The mechanical attendant arm crushed the scepter, Lester continued

"Steel and machinery, cold and unforgiving, merge with the power of chaos and despair, and become a presence above this."

The muffled echo of the Director of the Dark Forge resounded across the battlefield, and with a silent rhythm, orders were issued to the filthy war machines.

"Begin, before this world dies, the final harvest."

With this whisper like a doomsday proclamation, the earth cracked, and roaring steel beasts struck out of the abyss with subspace flames billowing from their bodies, and Chaos chariots adorned with unclean insignia followed.

Armed with an army of evil technological creations of all kinds, the Dark Servants are ready to sow the shadows of death and destruction for their masters, and harvest more souls.

"Your Excellency, your pre-deployed army has all been mobilized, and in front of it is the last fortress of the Puppet Emperor Slave on this planet...... But my lord, why are we attacking here now? The Puppet Emperor is no threat to us now. ”

"Because, here's what I use to control the messenger. D4, take Makan, keep up with the messengers and the gang of sprouts, don't be exposed, keep an eye on them, don't let me down. ”

"Yes, sir."

With a respectful voice, a blazing, twisted skull of a distorted acolyte engraved with the Chaos insignia flew out from Lester's back, levitating next to a Chaos Dreadnought standing silently.

"Get moving, slave, we've got something to do."

With a red light, a painful wail came from inside the huge dreadnought, and then, the red light flashed from inside the dreadnought, and the black war mech was awakened, and then, driven by the skull of the servant, began to turn and move.

Lester watched as the servant skull slowly departed with Daring Do until Daring Daring disappeared from the end of vision, then looked back at the fortress not far away.

At this moment, countless filthy artillery fire and flames were constantly wearing away the last stronghold of the 14th Division of Datanya, the original form of the mountain stone had been ground down, and the unclean fire covered every corner of the fortress.

"It's going to be soon," Lester said, and then slowly retreated into the shadows, "It's almost ......"

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Under the scorching sun of Tantalus V, an army was marching.

Imperial Guard, Eldar, Tyran, Orc, Chaos Space Marine, Servant of the Dark ...... These troops, who could not have walked side by side, were now blinded and squirmed slowly.

Around them, Marauder Tanks, Chimera Personnel Carriers, Flame Eagle Personnel Carriers, Sentinel Mechs, Dirty Car Tanks, and several Demon Engines, glowing green, stood around them like dead spirits.

In the middle of this patchwork army, jellyfish-like creatures are suspended in mid-air.

This eerie, wicked creature has a globular body and overgrown tentacles, its skin brown as leather, and its tentacles are a tiny pink white.

These are the enslavers, the ancient evils of the Old Sages, whose power cannot be told in the language of mortals, and whose minds are powerless to bear even the slightest gaze from this evil creature.

The Slaver's tentacles danced, as if communicating with him about what no longer existed here, and his blind slaves marched aimlessly.

Suddenly, the enslaver stopped, slowly rose a little, and then turned his ugly body to scan the surroundings.

A faint green fire erupted from the enslaver's body, and it flickered away as if it didn't exist.

Then it turned, and his army followed.

It has just found its final purpose, the ancient evil, which will come to earth again.

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ENSLAVERS ENSLAVERS

Note: Enslavers are not demons, nor are they under the control of evil gods.

These strange creatures, known in different corners of the galaxy as Psyrens, Krell, dominators, or puppeteers, are complete mysteries to humans. They have physical bodies, but spend at least part of their life cycles in subspace, and when they come to the physical realm, they are a serious threat to any living being. Descriptions of the Enslaved are scarce and fragmentary, but all mention that the creature had a globular (or cone-shaped) body and creeping tentacles, and was able to levitate up to 3 meters above the ground. The tentacles can be used to manipulate objects or climb, and its body can change color at will, but sightings are usually leathery brown and whitish, pinkish tentacles.

It is difficult to say in the concept of human beings whether the enslavers were intelligent or not, they seem to be able to act rationally and can make informed decisions about their actions. However, even if they were able to communicate with other races, they had never tried to do so, and they never used tools or equipment of any kind. All of their physical work is done by mind-controlled slaves, hence their name. The victims of the enslavers have become complete puppets of the alien will, and can not hesitate to carry out even suicidal orders.

Enslavers in the Immaterium (the immaterial realm?) Or is it just called subspace? Traveling in the turbulence, attracted by the spiritual energy emanating from living creatures. The strongest (psionic) emissions come from unprotected psionics, who can be detected by enslavers from tens of light-years away. Once a psionic host is found, the Enslaver can establish a spiritual connection with it, accompanied by some disgusting mutations. After a while, the host is distorted and deformed, becoming a living subspace portal, a pulsating arch of erosive flesh through which the enslavers can enter the material realm. Once the Enslavers come to a world, more psionics are sought out and transformed so that more and more Enslavers can emerge. Once the infection of the enslavers begins, it will be extremely difficult to stop.