A huge door stands in front of the road. The door is not made of metal or wood, but is made of screaming souls. The faces of the souls twist and stir on the luminous surface of the door. Their screams are full of sorrow and pain.
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Innokenti's heart ached with sympathy. No matter how depraved the Comorans were, they were still the same kind.
The filmmaker raised the staff high, and with an earth-shattering thunderbolt, it slammed downwards. A void shock wave erupted from the soul beads on the top of the shining staff, and slammed into the door like a sharp ax, sweeping away the tumbling souls.
And emptiness calmed their torturous cries.
Behind the breached door was a room shaped like a living thing, or rather like a hollow chest.
In the center of the room is a crystal twice the height of the Eldar, bound by heavy rusty iron chains. Green fire dances in the crystal. The light of the flames reflects on the walls, illuminating dozens of mysterious utensils.
The implements were apparently used in corrupted Nurgle sorcery, but Innokenti neither knew nor cared about their use.
In the fire of the crystal, Innokenti could see the goal of his warriors after making huge sacrifices - in the endless void, 7 leaping dark green energies were frantically smashing towards the burning webway barrier.
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"Bless us it's not too late."
The filmmaker took a few steps forward and summoned a crackling ball of lightning to repel the death guards and demons that filled the room.
Then he pressed his staff against the cold crystal and began to recite purification prayers.
However, he found that something was not right.
"This core crystal has been desecrated by the foulest magic. If we are to free it, these curses must be broken."
The rest of the troupe of psykers began to come up to assist him in channeling the energy, while Death's Fool and the Mime entered a defensive stance to protect them - more demons were already emerging from above, scurrying through the fortress walls in search of the intruders
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At the same time, the Plague Marines' explosive bombs were constantly shooting at this place, and they were running towards them with long strides.
"Then go as fast as possible!"
Innokenti's eyes flashed with cold blue as he entered combat mode, and the storm energy surrounded his weapon with crackling sound. He then stood firm and prepared to face the charge of the Plague Marines.
The howls of Nurgle's followers fought with the Harlequins, the air was filled with the roar of weapons shattering armor and flesh, each shot from the Death Jesters filled the room with a shining rainbow light, and
The mime's shuriken caused a shower of blood in mid-air.
"Xigaole curses it! This witchcraft is too strong!"
Just as the filmmaker complained hoarsely, a shout came from the door behind him,
He risked a glance back and saw a mime lying on the floor, a giant in terrifying giant armor tearing out his throat and ruthlessly stabbing his abdomen with a knife, tearing him alive.
This actor.
Then, the Wither Overlord Terminator team poured into the room, ending with Typhons surrounded by a circle of black flies.
"Oops!"
Realizing that he ran out of time, the filmmaker smashed his staff directly against the surface of the crystal, releasing every ounce of energy in the soul orb.
The crystal began to tremble, and spider web-like cracks stretched from the surface.
Finally, with an explosion, the crystal was blown to pieces, and fire swept through the room, scorching any body that came near with its vicious touch.
Only the filmmakers escaped in time and survived.
"The mission is completed, it's time to go."
As the filmmaker spoke, he turned around and shot the approaching Wither Overlord with his shuriken gun. He now had no trace of strength left.
"We'll take cover."
To deal with the wither overlord with astonishing defense, only Death Jesters can do it, so they volunteered to take on the task of rearguard.
However, as soon as one of them raised his gun, a black figure rushed up and grabbed the powerful rifle with his strong arms.
"Death to the aliens!"
Before Innokenti had time to save the jester of death, a stream of bright blood spurted out from the cut artery.
At this time, Typhons' whole body was squirting with flies, wielding a huge war scythe, piercing deeply into the enemy's flesh.
The death jester screamed in agony before his body was torn apart.
"We will take revenge. Just wait and destroy the Lord of the Fly Nest."
With these harsh words, Innokenti led the troupe to quickly evacuate the place, while Typhons also threw down the ravaged body and walked to the broken crystal——
Afterwards, he picked up a piece of debris, looked at it carefully for a while, and then nodded.
"Looks like I caught up at the last minute..."
On the other side, the situation of New Crean Rotis is very bad.
The bad fog is still pouring into the hall, constantly floating on the ground and walls, and swift figures rush into the hall through the fog from time to time, their mouths open wide, as if they are eager to fight.
Plunder Master Siddi and his elite warriors also joined the battle, charging towards the hundreds of Plague Marines who were guarding the command hall.
"For Kane! For Commorragh! Kill them all! Those who advance will be rewarded! Those who retreat will surely die!"
Instigated by Dracula, the Dark Eldar and their beasts attacked again and again. They receded like a tide, and then charged again. More and more Plague Marines fell to their swords.
Newcraan Rotis continued to command calmly, but the fog was still increasing.
The thicker the fog, the more favorable the battlefield becomes to their Eldar enemies.
The evil messenger who had been fighting for a long time held up the three-ring rune on his staff, trying to inject the last god-given power into it, calling for his father's attention and mercy, and began to chant in a low roar - The fog of the dark night is against
Psykers like him have the greatest influence.
The looting master Sidi felt the vibration in the etheric field, so he quickly avoided his original position.
A large amount of thick green mist, accompanied by buzzing insects, was seen spurting out from the staff of the Disease Bringer. Several Cabal warriors were instantly swallowed up, and they let out ear-piercing screams as their flesh was eaten away.
"Get rid of it! Get rid of that wizard bastard! Here's the jester of death!"
The Loot Master cursed under his breath, and his curse was answered.
A videographer jumped into the air, twirled the short stick in his hand, and then threw out a colorful rainbow light, which instantly knocked down the long staff of the plague wizard. Then two purple lights shot out from the fog, instantly knocking down the plague wizard's staff.
The body vaporizes.
"Okay, okay! Well done! Kill these rotten bastards!
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The looting master nodded with satisfaction, laughed and ordered his troops to attack with all their strength.
And he himself set his sights on New Crean Rotis, a plague lord. The other party's soul would be a precious reward, and he would never miss it.
But at this moment, bad news came.
"My lord! The enemy fleet has rushed out of the gap in the webway!
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"What!"
Sidi was shocked at the time. He quickly summoned his subordinates to take out the video crystal ball, and sure enough, he saw a huge fleet approaching slowly at the edge of the dark webway, headed by a ferocious giant ship——
Glory Queen, Endurance!
Faced with the sudden fleet support, the looting master Siddi was in a dilemma for a while.
After thinking hard for a moment, he finally made a decision.