"What's the matter, isn't my declaration domineering enough?"

After reading the lines, Wei Mu asked the people around him with a smile.

"Strong and powerful, the festival makes the lord!"

The one-man Sarkozy did a little cheerful dance.

The clowns in flowery clothes seem to be all ADHD, always trying to express something with their bodies, and it is difficult for them to be quiet for too long.

"Such a radical method, Huron should not be on the set. Judging by the past records, he is a very calm man, but it is difficult to say about other traitors. Moore replied.

For the Red Pirates, in terms of grievances, the title of the Lord of the Maelstrom should have belonged to them, and in terms of military achievements, they also captured the original Kiliman alive.

It's hard to imagine that they would turn a blind eye to such an arrogant declaration of war by the Uyghurs.

"That's the problem." Wei Mu said with a smile, "If the Red Pirates were a disciplined organization, I would definitely not dare to mess around like this. ”

"In addition, there are quite a few of my compatriots active in the Maelstrom area, the Dark Spirit Race, and as you know, they think highly of themselves in front of your race, so. In short, our people will try to persuade them. ”

Sarkozy put on a helpless bitter face again.

Those black bean sprouts really treat humans as inferior playthings, and their attitude is so contemptuous that they often can't carry their own weight.

If you hear that there is a "monkey" clamoring to clear the maelstrom area and crush them to death as cockroaches, they will most likely come to the door.

"Then I'm going to work hard for you."

Wei Mu smiled, though he wasn't worried about the threat of the Dark Spirit pirates.

Then, he said with a serious face, "But you also know that they can't continue like this forever, right?" ”

Using the entire galaxy as his own playground, he does things everywhere with impunity, and when he finishes doing things, he drills into the Comoros in the depths of the network, leaving only the ruins and wreckage all over the ground.

Sooner or later, these black bean sprouts will have to be cleaned up.

It's just because the major forces are fighting now, and no one can free up their hands for a while.

"Uh, this."

The clown in the flower dress had a melancholy expression on his face, and he was very sorry for what his compatriots had done.

"The spirit races that created the Great Desirers are still alive and well, under such circumstances, how could the Great Desirers be defeated." Wei Mu waved his hand helplessly.

It's like there is a steady stream of traitors in the human race, and the human class wants to completely overthrow the four gods.

The Eldar prophets prophesied that the awakened god of death, Enad, would slay their great enemy, Slaanesh.

Therefore, the spirits tried every possible means to revive the Grim Reaper and help them get out of that eternal nightmare.

However, in fact, the reason why the Grim Reaper could not wake up was not for any other reason, but because his current strength was not enough to overturn Slaanesh, so he could only continue to lie on his stomach.

You have to make yourself better in order to effectively fight against Chaos, and the same is true for the Spirit Race.

"Don't be so pessimistic, young man, the appearance of the Reaper Army has successfully united the spirits of different factions, and we also have a deployment in Comoros, and everything is going in a good direction." Sarkozy persuaded.

The power in Wei Mu's hands is getting stronger and stronger, and Unicorn is really a little worried, this kid will rush into the network to do Comoros after he is free.

If he really planned to do so, the Ark Spirit would be happy to show him the way.

Although the Black Bean Sprouts hate dogs, they are still the spirit compatriots of the clowns, and the laughing god has also chosen a certain character to compete for power in the Comoros.

If you can use political means to promote the reform of the dark spirits and turn them into friends, this will be the good result for everyone.

"I hope so." Wei Mu could only sigh.

He really couldn't expect much from the black bean sprouts.

As everyone chatted, the Mantis Warriors had launched a surprise attack on the rebels.

This is the first battle after the return of the old mantis Neotra, and it must be played with vigorous momentum.

He personally led two companies and carried out gang-jumping operations against all six enemy ships.

Three more companies were sent to the ground to clear the outpost fortress.

The battle of the Space Marines against mortals is one-sided crushing.

When the Emperor's Angel of Death appeared in front of these traitors, the tide was reversed in an instant.

The praying mantis broke into the ships that had been twisted by corrupt energy.

With unimaginable speed, they shuttled through the passage and went straight to the bridge command post.

Some of the cultists walking through the passage didn't even know what was going on, but they felt a gust of wind blow suddenly, and their vision began to turn upside down.

When they came back to their senses a few seconds later, they realized that their bodies had been cut in half.

"Stop them, take out those lackeys of the Puppet Emperor, the path to ascension awaits us, and the dark gods will smile at us!"

The voice of the traitor commander was heard on the radio of the battleship.

The man, whose body had been severely distorted, was motivating his men to fight the invaders.

Whoever throws himself into chaos will be promised that path to heaven.

The more they dedicate themselves to the subspace demons, and satisfy their filthy desires with extreme behavior, the more distorted their bodies become.

Distorted organs, disgusting sarcomas, and unidentified proliferations are all essential operations of the Chaos Blessing.

In the eyes of normal people, this change is no different from becoming a monster.

Their destructive power has indeed been greatly enhanced, but the pain it brings torments them.

Even so, cultists still worship these changes.

They believed that this was the essence of things, a symbol of the favor of the dark gods.

The more mutations they have, the higher their status in the cult, and the closer they get to the so-called promotion.

And killing a Space Marine in the body of a mortal is definitely a feat that can win the favor of the dark gods.

The fanatical cultists took action.

They each grabbed their weapons tainted with chaotic energy and swarmed towards the invading mantis warriors.

The servants of the true God shouted the names of their masters, prayed for their strength, and charged fearlessly.

But it didn't work.

The Emperor's Angel of Death is not something that can be stopped by a loud voice.

The Mantis Warriors don't even have the heart to speak harshly about these pathetic foes—because even if they do, they don't have a chance to hear them.

The cultists' defenses were quickly penetrated by the praying mantises, and the battleship's passages were soaked in bright red blood, and dead bodies were scattered all around.

They managed to storm the bridge, intending to take over the entire battleship.

And there, what awaits the praying mantis is what can be called an extremely twisted being even for subspace creatures - a Chaos Egg.

Wei Mu introduced this swollen sarcoma to the praying mantises, which will become like this when intelligent life is infused with too much subspace energy, but the body cannot bear it.

No consciousness, no tirelessness, only the instinct to kill.

It sounds dangerous, but in fact it's just a loser among the fallen, being used as a consumable.

There is no reason why the angels of the emperor would lose to such a thing.

The old mantis Neotra let out a loud shout and headed for the monster.

(End of chapter)