The tragic fate of the Weepers, even to Orikan, a space necromancer, seemed outrageous.

There will never be a shortage of unlucky people in the universe, but it is a miracle that the troops who are so unlucky enough to survive for so long are, to put it mildly, exaggerated.

In fact, before that, Vimu wanted to ask Orican if he had any ancient recipes that could change his life, and take them out and use them for the poor weepers.

However, thinking of the ending of the extinction of the dead and the dead race, this matter is expected to be a good chance that the space necrons will not be played, and it looks like revealing other people's scars.

"You seem to be very good at encouraging others. Such an arrangement is indeed the best choice for the unfortunate. ”

The Great Prophet observed Vimu's every move, full of curiosity about him.

After visiting the wounded of the weeping in the infirmary, the two walked side by side in the ship's passage.

The exposed cables and ancient rust marks on the surrounding walls all speak of the warband's struggling situation.

In terms of hygiene, it is very tidy.

Sarkozy had been with them, but something seemed to have happened halfway through, causing the unicorn clown to leave the Weepers' battle barge first.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master Orikan." Wei Mu smiled, and then let out a long sigh, "It's just that encouragement alone is not enough for some things. ”

"Are you referring to the protoclone? He seems to be an upright and kind man. Orican commented.

Although the fears of the dead also like to engage in political battles full of intrigue and intrigue, their three views are quite sound, and they know what is noble virtue and what is despicable atrocity.

The self-proclaimed veterans even recognize some amazing alien individuals, although there are very few such cases.

During the time when the Imperial forces were resting, Fogen traveled from ship to ship, trying to comfort the wounded, and spent a lot of time in the foundry, repairing and forging weapons and equipment for the soldiers, completely unconcerned about his own fatigue.

The Clone is quite enthusiastic and full of infinite energy, and with his charming appearance and great strength, it is difficult not to make those around him like him.

"That's right, just like he once was." Wei Mu replied with a wry smile.

The perfect man was an ordinary worker, who knew the suffering of the lower classes, sympathized with them, and encouraged them to rise above the status quo.

The young purple phoenix uses her extraordinary skills to improve those factory equipment, increase productivity, and make people live a better life, and is full of positive energy.

But he eventually fell.

"Everyone's experience is different, and they don't necessarily follow the same path, don't you think so?" Orican asked, "So what are you worried about?" ”

"What I'm worried about is that the demon itself will come to the door and pour the disgusting experiences he has accumulated over the past 10,000 years directly into the consciousness of Clone Fugen." Wei Mu scratched his head.

As for the other corrupt methods, Wei Mu believed that with himself watching, Clone Fugen could handle it, but for this, he felt a little lacking in confidence.

After all, clones are inherently inferior in front of their own bodies.

And Forgrim, who has fallen into chaos, will 100% come to trouble cloning Fugan, which is a predictable thing.

"Sounds like some kind of assimilation." Orican tried to say.

"Assimilation is a very apt word, so I'll have to figure out an effective way to protect him." Wei Mu scratched his head, "But with the arrogant and narcissistic character of the ontology, if you want to make a move on Clone Fugen, you will definitely prepare a gorgeous and pompous stage for this, and you don't have to worry about his threat in the short term." ”

In order to provide confidence to Kronfugen, Wei Mu must behave comfortably in front of him, but behind the scenes, he still has to worry about what should be worried.

"So what are you going to do while you're taking advantage of this time?" "We have a big battle ahead of us, so don't reverse the order," Orican reminded. ”

Wei Mu is certainly not a person who knows that danger is coming, but sits still and waits for death, but his energy is limited after all, and he can't take care of all aspects.

"Lately, I've been learning how to make amulets from clowns." Wei Mu replied.

Something that can spare time in wartime and is not so energy-consuming.

Just like the inscription he had given to the green-skinned orc boys to help them grow into orc bosses quickly, Wei Mu felt that he should have some kind of special talent in this area.

"Talisman?" This surprised Orikan, "Do you think those little wishes can withstand the deep malice of the forces of destruction?" ”

"It should have more or less some effect." Wei Mu scratched his head, not quite sure.

He knew that the Black Templar's Imperial Champion would wear a very special armor of faith, each plate and sigil would be blessed, and tiny prayers would be engraved into the armor like a spider's web, further helping the wearer resist damage.

Those prayers are said to be a blessing from the Emperor's power and a promise of His divine protection.

Combined with the exclusive Legendary Black Sword, the Space Marines who are chosen to become the Imperial Champion, even if they are only a new recruit, will gain strength beyond the Captain of the War after the ceremony.

Despite this, in the face of all kinds of ridiculously strong bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods in the galaxy, the emperor champion still has to lie down.

In the past 10,000 years of the empire, there have been at least hundreds of fallen emperor champions, and it is really almost meaningless in terms of forcing qualifications.

Wei Mu didn't know what was going on on in the Black Sanctuary, he was learning the skills of the Spirit Clan, and the specific effect remained to be seen.

In terms of physiognomy alone, "blessing" is the opposite of "curse", and there is nothing wrong with this point of view.

"If you feel that you are not sure at the moment, then it is better to avoid it first, the struggle is a long process, and there is no need to rush for a while." Orican suggested.

Just like when they dealt with the rising Spirit Empire, they directly lay down in the coffin and slept, waiting for the Spirit Clan to explode on the spot.

Although the Necrons have also lost a lot of dynasties due to the Great Slumber, and some have even slept out of their brains, it is at least much more cost-effective than facing the Elder Spirit Empire.

"However, with Fugen's character, he should not be willing to run away in front of the fallen primordial body." Wei Mu touched his head, "This is really a headache, I can only take one step at a time." ”

After all, as Orican said, he has a big battle to face next.

With mixed feelings, the two used a teleportation device to return from the Weepers to the Mantis Warriors' "Endless Redemption".

As soon as he stepped onto the deck, Wei Mu could clearly feel the solemn atmosphere on the ship.

It seemed that something bad had happened, and the eyes of the passing soldiers were full of panic and uneasiness.

This couldn't help but make Wei Mu frown, could it be that some important person was plotted?

He was about to ask someone to understand, when the figure of the clown in a flower coat suddenly flashed out from the side.

"Unexpectedly, the young envoy of the festival, we have caught a man possessed by a demon."

Sarkozy leapt in front of the two, his movements as rapid as on the battlefield.

"That Fallen Primordial seems to want to talk to you."

(End of chapter)