Chapter 2867 Killing the "worms" with a borrowed knife
When Malakin led the fleet to leave Winoshi III, all Soshyan was left with 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, and the construction itself is extremely difficult.
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 up a plate filled with spicy fanged beast hearts, dressed in Robed singers sang from behind the curtain, their voices forming a harmonious melody.
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.
Walgur, the Lord of Bones, 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. These sugar balls were soaked in a mixture of honey and wine and filled with an eyeball picked from an ape.
When the fruit exploded in his mouth, a wave of warmth was released.
“Tasteless garbage”
Valgur hissed a moment later, words spurting out in shards that elicited a series of eager expressions from the small circle surrounding him.
Whenever the owner feels bored, it means a wild hunt is about to come.
“The Scarlet God has not responded for a long time!”
But he was still muttering to himself:
“Did I disappoint Him... Maybe I need to prepare more A high-end sacrifice.”
Suddenly, a clear and steady voice sounded.
“I do need a higher-level sacrifice.”
With the swirling red mist, all the Necrontyr nobles at the dinner knelt down, and Valgur also quickly Jump up on the cushion and kneel down on one knee.
"My Lord! Lord of blood and death, your loyal servant Vargul is at your disposal!"
The red mist quickly gathered into shape, and when it landed, it was wearing red and black flesh and blood armor. Soshyan appeared in front of Vargul.
From Soshyan's perspective, the place was still so dirty and corrupt, with bones, skin and tissue fragments everywhere. There was even a group of skinners using bones as musical instruments to make weird and unpleasant sounds.
But now it is this power that he can easily use.
“My Lord of Bones, sound the horn, beat the war drum, raise the war flag, I will lead you on a great hunt!”
The smile in Valgur’s eyes The scarlet light spot expanded several times in an instant, and then 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 skinned ones came 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 filled with dust and decayed things emerged from Rising slowly from the gloomy tombs, and controlled by twisted skinners whose bodies have been fused with the Ark, these charioteers will be the craziest and most deadly drivers.
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 Some of the independent wills were completely destroyed by the madness of the dynasty rulers, but they were still controlled to a certain extent.
The Skinner Dynasty is crazy in every aspect, but from another perspective it is extremely normal and orderly. However, this kind of order is difficult for rational thinking to understand.
In fact, Soshiyang 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 by myself has to bear 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, is it the arrogant Imotek who is going to be attacked this time, or the so-called usurper Ahotek? Or is it the miser Crispek? I am willing to personally lead the army to Nihila Many treasures of the Ke Dynasty are dedicated to the master!”
Soshiyang smiled slightly, shook his head and said:
"No."
"That is."
"This time, we are going to slay the dragon."
"Slay the dragon.?"
"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. What the dynasty is hunting this time are the servants of the greedy dragon, and their flesh and blood are also Delicious food. ”
Valgul immediately became excited and summoned his attendants to bring him his double-edged scepter embedded in a metal skull. He didn't care who the enemy was, he only wanted to fight, fight and slaughter in the name of the Scarlet God.
This is the only thing that can make his metal body "boil".
"My Lord, please teach me, your loyal servant will kill all enemies for you!"
Soshiyang 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, and fresh bloody skin was surrounding it like colorful flags. Piaoyang, its appearance is like a huge scorpion, with a wide command position under the raised tail. The green poisonous hook is an enhanced lightning cannon, and its driver is fourteen technicians connected in series. The heads, below their necks, were completely replaced by cables. They would occasionally turn their heads and open their jaws, as if they were wailing as desperate souls bound to the command boat.
“Let’s go! March!”
Just when Vargur boarded his bone chariot and began to give orders, Soshyan also turned into a ball of red mist and arrived at the square. On the towering obelisk.
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 the form of a loose square array in a chaotic and neat way. , as if it were really an army that was attacking, giving people an inexplicable sense of absurdity.
Soshyan even wondered if he had some sense of being a skinner?