The first detection did not go well. Although Su Ming massacred both the spirits and the undead indiscriminately on the battlefield, and snatched a very gorgeous magic sword for the nun, but after she launched the ritual, the underground
It was just a simple stasis chamber with millions of metal skeletons still gradually waking up, but it was obviously not the dangerous item Deathstroke was looking for.
Efilar straightened up, wiped his sweat, and pulled out the sword inserted upside down in the magic circle: "There is no such thing here!"
She shouted loudly towards the death knell. Although the two were not far away, she could hear a strange buzzing sound in her ears, as if something was talking to her, and she unconsciously raised her voice.
"Are you going to call Planet Property for making such a loud noise?" Su Ming broke off the turret of the Flame Crystal Tank, drove the body out like a golf ball, dropped the turret and returned to the nun: "The Necrons underground probably
You woke me up several times again."
Efilar didn't hear the joke, and she felt a little headache.
But soon, the noise turned into laughter, her condition suddenly improved, and the color of reality returned to her eyes.
It was a darkness and a burning battlefield, and the smell of blood in the wind was exactly the same as human blood.
"Let's move to another place. There is nothing here that I feel is dangerous." She held Deathstroke's outstretched hand and grabbed the magic sword with her other hand.
"I recognize your symptoms, auditory hallucinations? It seems that someone is planning to seduce you." Su Ming took out the night sword from his pocket, plucked a small bright spot from it, shaped it into a small cake and embedded it in the back of the nun's head:
"Having auditory hallucinations is never a trivial matter for psykers. This thing can help you block external thoughts."
The nun touched the cold disc. Indeed, it was much quieter now. The only sounds that could be heard were the screams of the injured and the sound of mechanical explosions.
"I'm fine. I heard buzzing and laughter just now. I roughly understand what's going on. I have confidence in my willpower. I can resist their temptation and will not become their pawn."
Su Ming laughed, hugged the nun and rose into the sky, flying towards the second encirclement. His voice behind the mask was processed to sound like a ghost crying:
"No, I don't have as much confidence as you. I'd better give you some insurance. You must know that neither Tzeentch nor the Laughing God can be competed by mortals."
"Is that okay with you?" The nun tightened her grip on his shoulders, and the strong wind made her narrow her eyes.
Deathstroke did not answer immediately, but thought for a moment before saying: "If it were Go or chess, I would naturally have an advantage if I didn't have a longer layout, but now everyone is playing four-player flying chess, haha."
"You said something I don't understand again. I haven't seen any books in the black library that record the things you mentioned." The nun closed her eyes and her body softened a little: "No matter what
I have never seen your food, weapons, thoughts, and words."
Su Ming sped up a bit and replied casually: "You will understand in the future, after all, the single universe is just a starting point."
Next, the two of them visited several encirclements. When the nun launched the psychic detection, Su Ming was responsible for guarding, just like the traditional cooperation between a mage and a warrior.
He tears up steel bulls with his hands and tramples on mechas wildly. Even if he doesn't use cosmic energy, his strength is enough to cope with ordinary battlefields.
During this period, I also met a Chaos Champion who wanted to challenge him in a duel. He was the God of Slaanesh who had horns on his head, dozens of penises around his waist, and several pairs of breasts on his chest and back. He was really awesome.
It's very eye-catching.
While wielding a long whip weapon burning with purple flames, he twisted his waist and walked towards the death knell, still showing off his demonized organs with a cheerful smile on his face.
Su Ming had traveled through so many worlds, and this was the first time he saw a guy who was second only to his little cousin in disgustingness. He rushed over and kicked the Chaos Champion on the chin, kicking the corpse with his brain shattered outside.
space orbit.
"Not here."
"Walk."
The two of them moved to an Eldar camp, where the arrival of the Death Knell should have been known. They made sacrifices in advance and summoned the incarnation of Kane. The flaming giant was waiting for humans.
The giant, who was nearly 100 meters tall, wore a large crown in the shape of a tablet, like a fly swatter with a tuft of hair on the top. Su Ming felt like he had seen such a hat somewhere.
When the incarnation of the tens-meter-long flaming sword slashed down, Deathstroke held up the blade as wide as a table with one hand, grabbed the sword blade with his backhand and started wrestling with the opponent, even with his free hand.
He can wield the transformed God Killer to shatter the dreams of other Eldar who want to take the opportunity to attack the nun.
Efilar no longer had any doubts about Deathstroke's combat prowess. Facing the incarnation of the gods and the hail of bullets, she just arranged the rituals and activated psychic powers by herself, just like cooking in her own kitchen.
Although she doesn't have a home and can't cook.
Talking about the various monsters that may appear on the battlefield, Su Ming may be most worried about Nurgle's Great Unclean One. After all, that thing's attack method is either spitting out feces or vomiting, carrying various deadly germs, and its body is covered with mushrooms.
It is really unfriendly to human mental health.
Fortunately, Nurgle has a grudge against Slaanesh, so he can't send his own demons to help.
Although the incarnation of Kane summoned by the Eldar is only so-so in strength, it is only an incarnation after all. It does not have the power of destroying stars with one sword like the original body. It is still too small to underestimate him when used against Su Ming.
According to legend, Slaanesh was born during the fall of the Eldar in the 30th millennium, killing the ancient Eldar gods one after another and eating their souls.
But Kain, the god of war and conflict, is so powerful that he can be defeated, but cannot be destroyed. He can exist as long as there is war in the universe.
Kaine's soul fled into the Webway, finding scattered refuge in the eternal spatial circuits of the Eldar, the psychically telepathic wraithbone cores of the remaining Ark ships.
The Eldar can summon a fragment of Kane's soul to the material world. As the purest weapon, the cost of summoning is quite low. You only need to sacrifice a 'Martial Arts Master' alive, and the incarnation of the God of War will come and take the Eldar with him.
Enter the battlefield.
It can be seen from here that it is very unsightly.
If Chaos wants to see Khorne, even sacrificing millions of people is not enough. Even in the promotion ceremony of the Demon Prince, the evil god does not show his face.
What about Kane? The life of a martial arts master is enough to please God.
"The decision is yours, come on, magic floating cloak!" Su Ming threw out the cloak behind his back and began to let it wipe the face of the avatar. This avatar's body is burning with the soul flame of hatred and conflict. To put it bluntly, it is still a kind of
energy.
Strangler has eaten too much these days, and now he has to arrange some food for Cloak. Although it is impossible to completely level a bowl of water, it should be roughly the same.
"Ugh?"
"Okay, I'll take off its head soon. I'm also curious whether this incarnation has brains."