Enough killings have taken place on Cologne.

The fierce emotions of the outbreak of war have caused waves in subspace, enough to bring the armies of the dark gods to the mortal world.

All they lack is an introduction.

And in order to achieve their own ends, the cultists did not mind inviting them over.

Behind the battlefield, the original landing site of the Red Pirates.

The explosions and flames had reduced the neighborhood to rubble, and the ground was littered with rubble, corpses still warm, and blood that had not yet dried up.

The cultists used these "materials" to erect a dark totem full of sin on the surface of Cologne, carving the filthy and sinister Chaos Eight-Pointed Star symbol, and the pollution of the subspace gradually spread.

The Wizard of Chaos chanted blasphemous incantations in his mouth, and the sound of obscenity sent waves through the High Heavens.

The demons laughed at the song, and thousands of people responded to the call from the real universe.

If any mortal could witness this feast of demons, then his spirit would be driven to madness.

Unspeakable evil is happening.

The wretched souls who died on the battlefield were sacrificed to the demons and monsters of the High Heavens, and their activity weakened the barrier between reality and illusion.

Those subspace creatures were like a bunch of caged beasts, hungry for the bloody outside.

The Chaos Wizards, on the other hand, seek to open the doors of the cage and unleash a terrible scourge on the earth.

"Haven't you finished the finishing touches on the Obelisk yet, Chief Technician?"

Tarasin certainly noticed the spread of chaotic forces on the planet's surface and the surging tides of subspace.

While commanding the army to fight the Dark Wolves, he also contacted the necromancer in the rear.

"It's almost time to build a complete array, my lord, we can only make a single obelisk work at the moment."

A negative answer came from the rear, much to Tarassin's disappointment.

The dark gods are clearly here to make trouble, and the power of a single obelisk alone may not be able to suppress the situation in front of them.

The rich subspace energy has caused a small storm on Cologne, and many demons have already taken advantage of these unstable energy clusters to descend into reality.

"See the power of the true gods, alien!"

Scala, who had received reinforcements, said with a laugh.

The demons of the subspace gathered more and more and began to attack Tarazin's army.

They tear at the ranks of the necromantic warriors.

The strange psionic energy that could not be explained by the laws of physics was enough to make the Necromantic Overlord feel his scalp tingle.

The Vamplethaul is small in size, but capable of withstanding several Gauss rifles, and its greatsword burning with evil flames can slice through living metal like butter.

The Tzeentch Dreads stood behind and unleashed magical missiles, countless balls of destructive energy smashed into the necromantic position, each as powerful as a cluster bomb.

The virus carried by the Nurglemon can infect even their lifeless metal bodies, and the terrible plague spreads through the battlefields, and many of the warriors' electronic circuits begin to malfunction, giving the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it.

As for Slaaneshville, they are agile and rely on dexterity to dodge Gaussian rays.

In the face of Gaussian weapons that can decompose matter directly from the atomic level, stacks of armor are useless, so as the old opponents of space necromancers, the Aeldari do not pay much attention to defense, but choose to maximize their evasion ability.

This is especially reflected in the black bean sprouts who are the inheritors of the ancient spirit clan, and the Slaanesh Demon Army is not bad at all.

The demons continued to storm Tarasin's army, much to the annoyance of the Necromantic Overlord.

There's no point in fighting these subspace creatures, he must cut off the source of the corruption.

As a result, Tarasin continued to add strength to the frontline troops while sending the Deathmark Squad to deal with the pesky Chaos wizards.

As a sniper unit of space necromancers, Deathseal's combat power can be said to be unbeatable, far surpassing that of other factions.

They can teleport short distances through the pocket dimension, not only can they easily move attack positions, but they can also stay inside to avoid artillery fire, observe the battlefield, and even steal information without the enemy noticing, let alone catching it.

The observation equipment on their eyes can see the position of the target at a glance, as if the perspective plug-in is turned on.

The nerve splitting gun in the hand directly destroys the synapses of the target, almost a small child.

Because of the blood-locking organ of the Belisarius Furnace, the original cast space marine, they can resist one more shot.

Possessing almost all the traits you would desire as a sniper, Deathmark is the most dangerous regular unit in the galaxy.

There were even two space necromantic dynasties that were unhappy with each other, so they both sent death seals to behead each other, but the employees of the two families were too powerful, and the high-level leaders of both sides were killed cleanly.

After losing the guidance of the nobility, the unconscious necromantic commoners were naturally unable to continue, and in the end, the two dynasties inevitably came to an end.

So this thing, even the space necrons themselves don't dare to use it casually.

They had long made it a rule that, according to the ancient legal code, the Death Seal could not be used against the nobility or other "noble" races.

And because the concept of other "noble" races is too abstract, and the necromancers usually look down on other civilizations, only the first half of the code is basically in use.

With the Death Mark Squad on the way, the Red Pirates' important targets were quickly killed and wounded.

Annoying Chaos wizards are headshot by elusive snipers, and many people don't figure out what happened before they die, and the evil spells of the Chaos gods can't save their lives.

Then, the space necrons cleansed the desecrated sacrificial grounds with flames, destroying the Dark Totem and the Chaos Mark.

The blackstone obelisk at the rear also shines brightly under the technician's debugging.

The power of Chaos in the physical universe was forced back by the space necromancer.

"It's not the first time we've done something like defeating the gods."

Tarasin came to the Dark Wolf and let out a long sigh.

It's obviously the words of experience from the old-timers, and the young flesh and blood life always doesn't listen.

"Do you think you've won, Alien, no, the final winner will be us!" Scala, who was under siege, roared loudly.

"The incompetent rage from the loser, I don't even have the idea of including you in the collection." Tarasin waved his hand helplessly.

The overall situation has been decided, and the Endless One really can't see any chance of winning for this guy in front of him.

Immediately after, however, a violent explosion was heard in the distance.

That's where the planetary defenses are located.

While battling the space necrons head-to-head, the Chaos Demon also helps the Red Pirates attack several other important targets.

Tarasin clearly couldn't take care of everything.

"There's more than one path to victory, Xenomorph." Scala laughed, "Without the protection of the defense system, my fleet can bomb this area directly from low earth orbit, and at that point, how can you resist it?" ”

"One more thing to tell you, my warships have a total of ten Tornado torpedoes, which, if successfully dropped, will be enough to turn this planet into cosmic dust."

The dark wolf's voice was low and cruel, mocking the arrogant and arrogant space necrons in front of him.

However, Tarasin did not show any mood swings.

It's certainly not that he's trying to hide it, and the Endless One has never been a good person at hiding his emotions.

"So that's your Plan B?" Tarasin asked.

"That's right, there's no point in your pretense of composure, this planet is doomed." Scala's tone was hysterical.

"I see." Tarasin nodded, "But I have one thing to warn you about - I like to mix with human things because it's so much fun, but I don't take care of babies like a babysitter. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, a small change like this is enough for humans to handle on their own. After all, in a way, that guy is still my disciple. Tarasin smiled and gestured to the sky above.

Immediately afterward, there was a fluctuation in the cosmic space near Cologne.

A giant ship suddenly jumped out of the sea of souls, obscuring the sky and the sun, like a whole suspended continent.

(End of chapter)