【Peturabo!!!!!! 】

【Peturabo!!!!!! You said it was fine!!!!!! 】

He stood there, immobilized by the real emotional reaction of what he saw and felt to human beings and the dislocation of his body.

He screamed silently inside, his hands and feet cold, his lips and limbs tingling.

No, his flesh was so powerful that he could have been able to control it before everyone could react - at least - but he couldn't control it - couldn't control it——!

【Syras!!!! Syras!!!!!! He's become like that!!!!!!!!! He's become like that!!!! Peturabo!!!!!!!!! 】

Leave him alone. 】

In the eyes of others, the Wargroup Leader stood in place like a towering mountain, a reliable battle line where they could take shelter and support at any time—the missile launch compartments on the back of the War Leader's Power Armor had all been raised to the launch position, and the relatively large range of the individual Void Shield had also been opened—

"I'm sorry, though."

A voice suddenly appeared on the communication channel, or in everyone's mind, cutting gold and jade, cutting through the iron, like cold mountain glacial meltwater, instantly soaking the listener's brain.

Uh-uh 】

[Heh. 】

"I have to ask a question before putting Syras together."

As the speaker's calm words unfolded, it was obviously just the most ordinary words, but the effect it brought was, Ramizane didn't know how to describe it, incredible, uh, Optimus Prime? Atlas holding the sky?

In short, in his eyes, the images and readings that appeared through the eyepieces and retina showed that the chaotic spatial fluctuations were beginning to stabilize, the curtain of reality was beginning to thicken again, and the monster from the green garden roared angrily and refused, acid, dirt, and other disgusting pus spilling out of its bloody jaws along with shards of internal organs.

Through the shaky veils and fog, Lamizan saw what was hidden behind the giant demon, that some passage had been opened, and that the abode of the Triple Cycle Master had appeared before him, and that situation made him immediately close his eyes in an unbearable manner, while retaining only the image of pure data.

This place and this thing cannot be accurately described, and this place and this thing cannot be truly understood.

When a mortal speaks, it will dissolve into pus, and if a mortal understands it, it will become an egg of chaos.

If I had to describe it in words that 2K humans could understand, it was a vast garden of tumbling black stars and everything in the dying world.

Its ground is a swamp of infinite corrupt vitality and death, a galaxy of decay, warmth, and melting in despair. It is so large, so large that it can cover the entire nebula, and it is so twisted that it can be likened to a maggot that greedily gnaws at the living force, a plague that infects the stars and the galaxy, brings endless corruption and twisted ecstasy to all life, and turns everything it goes into filthy and unclean immortality. It is a cauldron that shines with the light of a plague of rotten poison, in which the most filthy things are boiling. "He" saw that "his" brother was falling, reducing, and being firmly restrained by that thing.

All glory has faded, and all hope has been dashed.

Countless voices, in pain and despair, were forced to groan and chant for the Great One. Forever weep over what never comes.

There are women crying.

Even if you can only hear the sound of such desperate crying, you can imagine her beauty and vitality.

Like the siren's song.

Who?

He struggled to keep himself from looking again into that unclean place of despair.

But his body uncontrollably began to lift his feet—

The voice rang in my ears just in time.

Like a searing knife that easily cuts through fatty animal fat, it cuts through the whole picture of despair and almost getting worse.

"Why are you all rushing at that valve and firing?"

The Archdemon's roar grew softer, the rancid smell faded, the ground turned back to a hard metal floor, and the thick, unnatural fog thinned out.

All the unsettling movements began to fade like a beach at low tide.

People stopped and began to look at each other with wariness but bewilderment.

"My eyes tell me that the target you are going to bombard with heavy fire is the emergency vacuum valve on deck B8."

The eyepieces on Parogov Niraidoa's white helmet shone with a bright iris blue light, like a bright comet streaked across the skyline.

"Since sabotage would suck us all out of the ship - and most likely prevent me from recovering Syras's genetic seeds, I must stop them from doing so."

The apothecary's apprentice's white power armor and surgical lamp stood out like a bright beacon in the ghost.

The ground under Parogov's feet was a clean steel-gray color.

The big golden bird behind his head spread its wings silently.

[Ahhhhh!!!!h 】

[Hmph!] 】

The frightened Lamizane breathed a sigh of relief in her power armor helmet, and was about to announce the regrouping and convergence of poor Syras and the calibration of their map-

Once again, the ground that had just regained its hardness began to turn into an eerie touch, and on the scorching desert, meandering streams began to wash over everyone's feet.

[I'm (Gutera's foul mouth), it's over, and it's not over yet?! Again?! Still coming?! Who is it this time?! 】

[Oh, it's quite unexpected, this time it's actually him who is the finale, it seems that some people have increased their strength recently. 】

[Huh? 】

[It's nothing, don't move.] He'll take care of it. 】

[He? Who is he? 】

[Hmph.] 】

"What just happened?" Vitaliye asked, confused, holding his power axe in both hands and looking like he was about to chop something. "What's going on?!"

"No matter what just happened, hold on to your blaster and remember to fire freely." Maxim replied, and replaced the plasma with a blaster. "It doesn't look like it's over yet."

"What is this...... The Emperor is above. ”

Igor lifted one of his combat boots, the silvery surface stained with scarlet liquid in the light of the searchlight.

"Why is there so much blood here?"

As the blood mist rose higher, the novices of the forty-first millennium saw an army of bloodletters sitting on gigantic and terrifying brass and steel mounts appear across the veil that had become transparent again, in a neat line of eight—each breath of the beasts spewed out thick smoke with a thunderous echo, and their hooves kicked up puffs of smoke.

"I've had enough of some haunted stalkers."

Someone said this behind their backs.

Then, some kind of power, also from the High Heavens, made people pull at everyone's navel with their stomachs.

The next second.

The unsuccessful team found themselves standing in the light-lit passage of the B8 deck below the Destiny Steel.

Except for the syras that lay at his feet turned in two and became colder.

"Pharmacist ——————!!!!!!!!"

It's too cold today......

Halfway through writing, I found that when I was working in a room that was too cold, the inflamed parts of my finger joints were all red, swollen and itchy, so I quickly turned out the heater and turned it on (

You must not do a good job of labor protection because you think you can resist the primary antibody, because you will really get arthritis that recurs every year like the author.

And although it's the content I want to write, it's really hard to write on the fat brother's side.,I've changed it several times.

I wrote a little bit of what I wanted to reveal, I can only say haha (you)

Because after all, we're a warhammer, and we're chaos.

The comfortable bedtime story that accompanies the book friends slowly unfolds!

The next big thing is...... I'm going to write about that at the end of the month!

(End of chapter)