When Sivir arrived in Paist aboard the Voyage, he felt an infinite aura of evil from this planet.

Just like he felt in the captain's room of that traitor cruiser. His mind was on guard and cautious.

When he landed on the Sarkley Plains aboard the Thunderhawk gunboat, he observed a bleak and terrifying, poisonous miasma of the world.

Thousands of Space Marines battle the Sackle Plains against the endless Devils of Nurgle.

The demons staggered and staggered toward their chosen foe, then cleaved them with their plague swords.

Their sluggish movements naturally can't hit the experienced and fast-moving Space Marines. Unless a Space Marine is surrounded, dodging these attacks from the Plaguebringers won't be too difficult for them.

But if a Space Marine retaliates with a chainsaw sword in his hand, it will hardly have any effect other than splashing his own green blood. The decaying bodies of the plaguebringers do not feel pain, and regenerate at an alarming rate.

Space Marines' melee attacks can only temporarily knock them to the ground, and only fire can purify them completely.

On the other side of the battlefield, a Gang of Nurgle attacked the forces of the Mechanicals. Viruses and plagues are deadly threats to any normal human, but they have had little effect on these mechanically modified cathars. Not to mention those intelligent control legions that are composed entirely of machines.

The Legion of Intelligent Control is one of the most feared and powerful military groups of the Cult of the Mechanics, and they shoulder the heavy burden and horror of using fighter soldiers in warfare.

The Cult of the Mechanics is also wary of the power that these super-killing machines might use when combined—powerful enough to overthrow the human empire.

The lack of armor put the Chaos side at a disadvantage in the early battles, but as the plague wizards scattered clouds of corrosive smoke across the battlefield, the Mechanics' armor was corroded by the poisonous mist and came under some unknown attack.

A fort-level intelligent controller suddenly stopped on the battlefield, and this anomaly attracted the attention of the technocrats from the Mechanic Sect.

They rushed to the side of the intelligent controller and began to check what was wrong. After some examination, an experienced technical priest pursed his lips disdainfully. Well... Or rather, mechanical pipes.

"Virus code from the Dark Mechon. These waste compatriots of ours don't seem to have grown in thousands of years. ”

After some minor repairs, the Smartman was once again transformed into a deadly killer on the battlefield and began to attack the Nurgle Warband.

Suddenly, one of the Tanatars-class heavy loaders began to stagger back and forth, eventually falling to the ground. The technical priests had no choice but to rush over to repair the sacred machine.

"Huh?"

The technical priest arrived to be surprised, this machine soldier was undoubtedly attacked by scrap code. As just now, the technical power of this scrap code is not high.

The techno-priest completely suppressed the code on a technological level, only to find that it couldn't be cleaned up anyway. There's something he doesn't know much about that keeps this code going.

It's the product of a combination of demonic knowledge and technology, and he's more of a demon than code. If you want to destroy it completely, maybe it would be more effective to start with the psionic side.

But at this time, the psionics were all working together to find a way to close the subspace rift above their heads, and they had no time to care about this little demon.

Although it was heartbreaking, the technical priest immediately moved away from the machine. Order one of the nearby Titans to inflict a devastating blow on this mechman with powerful artillery fire.

What kind of bullshit demon, it's not like it's going to be sent back to subspace by blasters and artillery. There's nothing that can't be solved by artillery fire, and if there is, it's that yours aren't fierce enough.

Under the powerful firepower of the Titans, this machine was completely destroyed, leaving only a huge crater blown out by artillery fire. No, it seems like there's something else struggling.

In the wreckage of the mechman, something angry appeared, frantically pounding the metal container, screaming incessantly. There were many small openings in its form, one moment it was a cloud of pink steam, the next it was a large number of numbers, and the next moment it was a ray of light on a circuit board.

At this time, Sivir had already landed on the ground in the Thunderhawk gunboat, and it was here that he landed. As soon as I arrived, I saw and felt the breath of the devil.

He looked at the impotent and furious demon in front of him, and his heart was terrified.

Could it be that this is the strongest demon in subspace, as long as artificial intelligence appears in the real universe, it can ignore the barrier between subspace and reality, and immediately appear to corrupt it. Other demons need to summon rituals, mortals to sacrifice, or pass through subspace rifts to come to the real universe, even the Demon Prince, but he doesn't need to.

And even Tzeentch can't observe everything in the real universe, but as soon as an artificial intelligence appears, the master in front of him will know. And invincible to artificial intelligence! No artificial intelligence can escape his palm!

How dare humans in the golden age use artificial intelligence, oh, this master was not born at that time. No wonder, if this master makes a move, it will be a rebellion of all artificial intelligence, how can there be a fish like UR-025 that slips through the net. By the way, isn't UR-025 still alive now, why doesn't this master corrupt him?

Isn't the space necromancer also a robot, why doesn't this master corrupt? What, the technology is too high, the black stone suppresses the subspace energy, and you will burp when you are hit by a Gauss weapon. So what do you pretend to be? Aren't you afraid of ordinary demons?

You think the empire is easy to handle, right, but the empire can't deal with you, right? Can you beat the Grey Knight? You're just going to blow it?

"You're a electric demon, aren't you? You're pretty rampant, you. ”

Sivir used less than a ten-thousandth of his psionic energy, and with a slight force, he completely erased the existence of this bullshit electronic demon from the real universe.

"Why did you get down before I could do it before I could do it?"

"Isn't it awesome? Yes? Do you have that strength to fight with me Sivir? ”

At this time, Spencer also rushed to the scene, and the subspace rift above his head had been closed a lot after the efforts of hundreds of wargroup think tanks, but it was still very huge.

Upon learning that Sivir had landed, Spencer rushed to prepare to take him to the rear and let him lead the think tank to close the subspace rift.

Siwell understood the importance of the matter, did not delay much, and immediately left with Spencer.