"My turn, gacha!"

The White King said in high spirits.

With the 2 energy points that the Philosopher's Stone adds each turn, you can play at least one more card per turn, which is obviously a huge advantage.

So, despite the Primordial's good luck, its health continued to drop, leaving only 15 HP.

And the White King still has 25 HP left, and the gap between the two sides is obvious.

But in such an unfavorable situation, the original body seemed to be even happier.

"Laugh, your smile ends this round!"

The White King, who was riding on the back of a huge black dragon, took the initiative to provoke.

"Nesario, destroy this monkey."

She commanded.

The black dragon let out a roar in response to its emperor.

This is the favorite descendant of the White King, as it looks most like the Black King, Nid Hogg.

And she loves to fight it the most, using her claws and teeth to tear at its hot flesh.

And Nessario is equally jealous of the creator of its creator, who was the first dragon to rush in front of Nidhogg during the war between the White King and the Black King.

Then, it was torn to shreds.

"Summons a Black Dragon: Summons a Black Dragon with 9 HP and deals a single attack with 5 damage per turn, or a group attack with 3 damage. Consumes 4 energy points. ”

The black and red flames scorched the original body, and the surrounding land was splattered into ugly pits.

"Use the Attack Card, Spirit of Words."

"Use the Attack Card, Speech Spirit Thunder Domination."

The thunder and flames fell at the same time, and the health of the original body decreased even further, leaving only 4 points.

"My turn is over."

The White King said refreshedly.

In the next turn, even if he doesn't draw an attack card, Nesario's attack is enough to reset the opponent's health to zero.

Even if the other side kills Nesario in this round, it will only delay the death period.

"Brilliant, wonderful."

The original body applauded the White King with the scorching flames.

I didn't expect this alien to be quite smart, and the first time I came into contact with this game, I could match such a deck, even if it was placed in the 40K universe, it wouldn't be bad.

It's a pity that the person who played this game with him was Robert Killiman.

"Good fight, but you're 20,000 years ahead of me to beat me."

With a wipe of the original body, the flames and thunder disappeared without a trace.

"My turn, gacha!"

Five cards fell into his hands, and the original body smiled mysteriously.

"I wanted to give you the expectation of a turnaround, but unfortunately your luck is a little too bad."

He said proudly.

"Use skill cards, Gestalt thinking."

A massive machine descended from the sky, and from it countless pipes protruded into the back of the primordial's head.

"To be honest, I've always felt that Peturabo's aesthetic is very poor."

He complained to Lu Mingfei.

"Does he still like to hang metal parts on himself as much as he used to?"

Primordial asked.

"I'm sorry father, but the genetic prototype of the Fourth Legion, Perturabol, has defected to Chaos."

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, but finally told the truth.

The original body was silent for a long time, so long that the AI referee began to count down.

"Really? Who else defected together? ”

He asked seemingly calmly.

"There's also Magnus the Genogen of the Thousand Sons, Fugen the Gen of the Emperor's Son, Koz the Midnight Lord's Progen, Angelon the World Eater, Motarian the Death Guard, Loga the Whisperer, Alpha's Alfaris and Omega, and Horus, the Shadowmoon Wolf."

Lu Mingfei recounted the names of the great rebels one by one.

"Horus?! How could he have defected? ”

The original body is extremely incomprehensible.

Some of these brothers he had long thought there would be problems, and some of them were somewhere in between, but Horus was the only one who rebelled, and whoever rebelled should not have rebelled.

He was the emperor's hand-picked commander, his favorite son, and his ability and character were excellent.

Even if it is the original body himself, although he is not affectionate to this brother, he is also very respectful.

"As far as I know, the original body of the Shadow Moon Blue Wolf should have fallen into a trap."

Lu Mingfei said.

Horus was stabbed with the Blade of Nurgle by the Chaos-blessed Eugene Tamba on the planet Daven, and then healed by the native priests of Davin at the suggestion of the great traitor Erebas.

But in reality, those priests were Chaos believers, who used ancient chaos rituals to suppress Horus's consciousness and concocted a series of lies to shake his loyalty to the emperor.

In the eyes of many, Horus rebelled out of the emperor's displeasure at trying to put mortals in power.

However, Lu Mingfei believes that Horus was already dead when he was subjected to the Chaos Ritual, and that the great traitor Horus after that was nothing more than a fragment of his soul that had been transformed by the four gods.

"Erebus. Which legion is he from? ”

Primordial asked.

"He's the chief priest of the Legion of the Bearers."

Lu Mingfei replied.

"Huh, Whisperer!"

The original body snorted coldly.

He knew that that Lorgar guy couldn't bring anything good.

If one of the brothers had to rebel, it would be Lorga Aurelian.

That fanatic believer whose mind was full of incense, put aside the great cause of the Great Expedition and did not advance it, and thought about building his holy city every day.

If it hadn't been for St. Giles' persuasion, he would have taken the Eleventh Legion to burn his pile of Sacred Words.

"Is he dead?"

Primordial asked.

"I'm sorry, my father, I'm incompetent."

Lu Mingfei replied with some embarrassment.

Not only is Erebus alive and well, but according to information he has received from the Wanderers, he is also fighting with Loga's adoptive father, Cole Fallon, for de facto control of the Legion of the Speakers.

"Forget it, it's not your problem."

The original body sighed.

His brothers would have rebelled, and the emperor himself would have taken part of the blame.

When it comes to being a father, the emperor's talent is even inferior to that of many mortals.

But the original body can't be too demanding, because the emperor is only a human being, and if he is a human being, he will have his own shortcomings.

"So be it."

The original shook his head, not wanting to know more.

He had completely fused with the chanting platform, and even if the final plan succeeded, his soul would be split into pieces and merged into the newly born divine core, and there would be no chance to see those brothers again.

Whether it's betrayal, or loyalty.

"Yes, my father."

Lu Mingfei said sadly, he could fully understand the feelings of the father of genes, but he couldn't do anything.

"Keep dueling."

The original body said to the AI referee.

The game continues, and three cards fly into the hands of the original.

"Gestalt Thinking: Spend 3 lives to draw 3 cards. Consumes 1 energy point. ”

"Use skill cards, stasis force field."

Yuan said expressionlessly.

A golden card flies out, turning into a miniature stasis stance that envelops the original body's health.

"Static Force Field: Can be used when the player's health is 1, and the player's health is fixed at 1 for the current turn. Consumes 2 energy points. ”

The White King looked at the frozen health bar, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Use skill cards to burst your potential."

Dazzling white light erupted from the original body's facial features, and it looked like a psionic person whose psionic energy was out of control.

"Burst of Potential: Consume 3 health and gain 3 energy points."

"Use the skill card to recreate the memory."

Used cards flew out of the card grave and levitated in front of the primordial.

He picked one of them and smiled coldly at the White King.

"It can't be."

A drop of cold sweat ran down the White King's forehead.

"Use skill cards to burst your potential."

The psionic light bloomed again, and the energy point indicator next to the original body changed to 6 squares.

"Sure enough."

The White King sighed in his heart.

"Use the skill card, and reappear yesterday."

"Use skill cards to burst your potential."

The same plot played out again, and the energy point of the original body came to 9 o'clock.

"Use skill cards, miniature fusion devices."

It is said to be miniature, but in fact, it is almost half a person's height, after all, it is a nuclear fusion device, and a large number of structural supports are required for ignition, heat dissipation, and energy transmission.

This is a treasure dug up by the Eleventh Legion from a Golden Age colonization planet, and although the technology is not the technology of the Golden Age, but an imitation of the damaged STC template, the performance still surpasses the similar products of the Mechanicus Cult.

"Micro Fusion Device: Double the Current Energy Points."

Eighteen energy points were lined up, and the energy indicator was almost overflowing.

"Alien, your fate is only defeat."

The original laughed.

"Use skill cards, soul retrieval."

Three cards are picked from the draw pile and fall into the hands of the original.

"Use skill cards, mechsoul riot."

"Mecha Riot: All thermal weapons deal 2 extra damage, but have a 50% chance of self-destructing, dealing 2 damage to the player. Consumes 2 energy points. ”

The mechanical-soul pacification ritual of the Cult of the Mechanicus sounded in the dark, but the voice was disorganized, and the binary language was ridiculous.

"Use the attack card, plasma shooting."

The plasma pistol with a skull-shaped muzzle fires violently, and the plasma is accelerated by a linear accelerator, and then expands as it exits the muzzle, turning into a solar flare that hits the White King's face.

"Ahh

She let out a scream.

Although the damage of the attack was nerfed, the effect was real, and she experienced the pain of being dissolved by the plasma in its entirety.

The plasma pistol emitted an erratic glow, and the hot steam was discharged from the radiator without warning, followed by a bang.

After the explosion, the reconstituted Primordial emits a puff of black smoke, but its health is still a solid 1 point.

"Use the Attack Card, Melt-Jet."

Hot melt guns, which are much larger than plasma pistols, appear in the air, but contrary to body size, hot melt guns are much more popular among soldiers than plasma weapons.

Because of the high stability of the hot melt gun, even if the ghost is displeased, it will only be unusable, instead of directly detonating itself.

It's a pity that all the machine souls are rioting today.

The hot melt gun shoots a viscous fireball that burns the White King to ashes, but it also turns into a sea of fire and consumes the original body.

"Use the attack card, and the heavy explosive projectile strafes."

A heavy explosive machine gun appeared in front of the original, and he held it with one hand, then pulled the trigger.

The half-fist-sized heavy explosive bomb turned into a storm of death, instantly shattering the White King into strips of debris.

"Using attack cards, the battleship fires a salvo."

Huge warship phantoms appeared in the sky, and the shadows covered the entire land of the spiritual world.

"That's the flagship of the legion, the Buzhoushan."

The original body pointed to the largest battleship.

The Queen of Glory class battleships were the most powerful and advanced ships built by the Empire during the Great Expedition, and they possessed incredible arrays of weapons that could make an entire fleet or a planet abandon their resistance with a single ship.

Every Glorious Queen-class battleship is a behemoth, and with the exception of the Fury Abyss-class, all other ships are stunted babies.

Therefore, the Glory Queen-class battleships are the flagships of their respective legions, and only the original ones are qualified to become the masters of these behemoths.

"My father, that."

Lu Ming stopped non-verbally.

"I'm sorry, but I've destroyed it."

The original body sighed.

The roar of the four gods of chaos swept across the galaxy, and the fleets he accompanied were all affected.

Even he couldn't completely remove the pollution of the battleships from Chaos, and to be on the safe side, he could only destroy all the battleships, and Bu Zhoushan was naturally among them.

"Let me show you what the anger of the Buzhou Mountain looks like."

"Game over."

The original body is pressed down with one palm.

Endless artillery fire fell from the sky, light spears, macro guns, missiles, torpedoes, as well as all kinds of assault boats, carrier-based aircraft, and thunder eagles swooped down, turning the entire spiritual world into a sea of light and fire.

The White King's health indicator was cleared to zero in the firepower beyond the imagination of the native creatures, and then shattered.

"The duel is over, Black wins, and the winner takes all."

The relentless voice of the AI referee pierced through the noise of artillery fire and resounded throughout the world.

"No, I'm the only winner."

Feeling the backlash from his soul, the White King shouted.

She opened her mouth, and a mucus flute was spat out.

"You forced me."

The White King's face distorted.

She didn't know what the flute would bring, whether it might be reward or destruction.

But if she doesn't do something, she'll die now.

"Huh?"

The original body frowned, and a huge fist fell from the sky and smashed into the White King.

But notes floated out of the holes of the flute, holding the fist above his head.

The White King blew the flute, but there was no sound.

Because the sound waves gathered together, and then turned into a twisted human form.

“Tru'Nembra！”

She couldn't help but say His name, even though she had never known the deity before.

The sound waves on Troningbra's face quivered, as if observing the summoner.

After a moment, He looked away.

The flesh and blood creations of the Old Rulers and the Old Gods may be good nourishment for the inferior gods, but they are worthless to Him.

Because he is the dancer of the god of blind foolishness, his mission is to play music for the head of the demon god, and to find those who are qualified to play music in the court of Chaos.

The creature in front of him has no musical talent, and its soul is worthless.

There are two more.

He looked at the original body and Lu Mingfei, but found that he could not see through their souls.

One was enveloped in pure white light, the other enveloped in icy golden flames.

"Interesting."

Truningbra passed on His thoughts.

"Play music for me, and you will be rewarded accordingly."

"Why don't you dance and show me, I don't mind giving you a few bounties."

The original body first released a psionic shield to cover Lu Mingfei, and then pointed at Truningbra.

"Yes."

Truningbra shook her ripples and happily agreed. (End of chapter)