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Chapter 2867 Borrowing a knife to kill 'insects'

After Malakin led the fleet to leave Winoshi III, the only thing left for Soshyan was to step up the construction of fortifications and wait for the arrival of the Tyranid fleet.

Time is very tight, especially since this planet lacks industry. Just heightening and thickening the protective wall of the Snow Palace, and adding a second protective wall will be difficult to complete in a short time. After all, this is a towering mountain range.

, the construction difficulty itself is extremely high.

In this case, in order to buy more time, Soshyan planned to make another dangerous move.

In the luxurious garden of the Bone Palace, a grand dinner was in full swing. Graceful figures shuttled between a silk tent, holding high a plate filled with spicy fanged animal hearts, and singers in robes sang under the curtain.

Then they sang loudly, and their voices merged into a harmonious movement.

In the center of the dinner, two duelists were trying to cut each other into pieces with their blades. They were both powerful and agile warriors, their movements were as fast as lightning, and their attacks were as fierce as the wind.

The Lord of Bones, Vargul, was leaning on the cushions. He sighed and looked around at this prosperous scene.

Then he stuffed a handful of candied pistachios into his mouth. The balls were soaked in a mixture of honey and wine and filled with an eyeball plucked from an ape.

When the fruit exploded in his mouth, a warm current was released.

"Tasteless garbage..."

After a moment, Vargul hissed, the words spurting out with fragments, which caused a series of eager expressions in the small circle surrounding him.

Whenever the owner feels bored, it means a wild hunt is about to begin.

"The Scarlet God hasn't responded for a long time!"

But he was still mumbling to himself:

"Did I disappoint Him... Maybe I need to prepare a higher-level sacrifice."

Suddenly, a clear and steady voice sounded.

"I do need a higher-level sacrifice."

Along with the swirling red mist, all the Necrontyr nobles at the dinner knelt down, and Vargul also jumped up from the cushion and knelt on one knee.

"My Lord! Lord of blood and death, your loyal servant Vargul is at your disposal!"

The red mist quickly gathered and formed, and when it landed, Soshyan, wearing red and black flesh and blood armor, appeared in front of Vargul.

From Soshyan's perspective, the place was still so dirty and corrupt, with bones, skin and tissue fragments everywhere, and there was even a group of skinners using bones as musical instruments to make weird and unpleasant sounds.

But now he has this power at his disposal.

"My Lord of Bones, blow the horn, beat the war drum, raise the war flag, and I will lead you on a great hunt!"

The scarlet light spots in Valgur's eyes instantly expanded several times, and then he said excitedly:

"This is the highest honor!"

Then he stood up and turned around.

"Herald! Didn't you hear the master's words? Blow the horn, beat the war drum, and raise the war flag!"

Soon, a strange metal horn echoed in the tombs of the Skinned Dynasty. Countless Skinners walked out of the darkness. In Valgur's eyes, they were countless soldiers with spears and shields and serious expressions, followed by

The chariot troops of the dynasty, those ghostly arks covered with dust and decay slowly rise from the gloomy tombs, and those who control them are the twisted skinners whose bodies have been fused with the ark. These chariot riders

Will be the craziest and deadliest driver ever.

Not only the infantry, the dynasty also has a huge army of "war beasts". Those metal structures with crazy red light spots, such as Nether Spiders, Tomb Walkers, etc., their original independent will has also changed with the changes of the dynasty rulers.

Crazy and completely fallen, but they are still under a certain degree of control.

The Skinner Dynasty is crazy in every aspect, but from another perspective it is extremely normal and orderly, but this kind of orderliness is difficult for rational thinking to understand.

In fact, Soshyan didn't hope that he could understand this kind of thing that was close to hysteria, but there was no way. In a sense, this dynasty was created by him.

The team that I built up myself had to carry it with tears in my eyes.

At this time, Valgur walked carefully to Soshyan, his huge body seemed to shrink into a ball, making himself as shorter as possible than Soshyan, and then asked cautiously:

"My lord, are we going to attack the arrogant Imotek this time, or the so-called usurper Ahotek? Or the miser Crispek? I am willing to personally lead an army to defeat many members of the Nihilak dynasty.

The treasure house is dedicated to the master!"

Soshyan smiled slightly, shook his head and said:

"neither."

"That is..."

"This time, we are going to slay the dragon."

"Dragon slaying...?"

"It is an evil force from the dark outer realm, a greedy dragon that wants to swallow up all things. I need to weaken this force before it poses a threat. This time the dynasty is hunting the servants of the greedy dragon, and their flesh and blood are also

Delicious delicacies.”

Valgur immediately became excited and summoned his attendants to bring him his double-edged scepter embedded with a metal skull. He didn't care who the enemy was, he only wanted to fight, fight and massacre in the name of the Scarlet God.

This is the only thing that makes his metal body "boil".

"My Lord, please teach me, your loyal servant will kill all enemies for you!"

Soshyan nodded slightly, then looked up at the rising huge ship.

"This time there is no need for a battleship. We will arrive at the battlefield directly through the Scarlet Temple."

After saying that, he turned around and raised his right arm, opened his palm and shook it violently. A huge red vortex appeared out of thin air in the square of the tomb world, with an area large enough for a warship to pass through.

At this time, a command boat with a unique shape also slowly landed. Its original active metal shell was covered with skulls of different races and sizes. Fresh bloody skin fluttered around it like colorful flags. Its appearance was like

It is a huge scorpion, with a broad command position under the raised tail. The green poisonous hook is an enhanced lightning cannon, and its driver is fourteen technician heads connected in series. They are completely intact from the neck down.

Replaced by cables, he occasionally turned his head and opened his jaw, as if a desperate soul bound to the command boat was wailing.

"Go! March!"

Just when Vargur boarded his bone chariot and began to give orders, Soshyan also turned into a ball of red mist and came to a towering obelisk in the square.

Looking down, the scene is even more shocking. Tens of thousands of Skinners are like a torrent of blasphemy, pouring into the open scarlet vortex in a loose square array in a chaotic and neat way, as if it is really a torrent of blasphemy.

It looks like an attacking army, giving people an inexplicable sense of absurdity.

Soshyan even wondered if he had some sense of being a skinner?


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