Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

The war horse of desire is galloping, and the air is filled with sweet smell. Every time the animal's hoof steps on the blasphemous symbol, the ripples in the subspace slightly impact the swaying soul projection.

Under the impact of subspace microwaves, the souls of intelligent creatures on this planet became like sponges filling tiny holes, and the power of the Lord of Desire infiltrated the entire world.

Those humans who were lucky enough not to encounter Agula felt dizzy for a few days. When they woke up again, everything in their field of vision had changed.

There is no boundary between the gray earth and the vast sky, and a coquettish god hangs in the sky. It is a demon lair formed by countless Slaanesh demons hanging together in layers.

The followers of Slaanesh step on the ground beneath their feet in vain, and they will change into a walking posture every six steps. If you see your arms and thighs twisted into weird postures on the street, with their abnormally "majestic" chest muscles Believers who are bouncing against the ceiling, please don’t be surprised to see if you are bouncing upside down.

The runes of Agura have marked half of the world. The Desire Warhorse and the Supreme Rune Warband have been running sleeplessly for five Terran months. Most of the world has been marked with the spell of the God of Joy, the will of this world. Awakening.

The political commissar organized more than a hundred cavalry. He was in a daze and couldn't tell whether the people in front of him were enemies.

Sometimes, he looked back and saw that his cavalry was still charging in the direction pointed by the command knife in his hand, but the political commissar could rarely tell where the cavalry brothers had gone.

He heard no shouts or roars, as if the group of Kruger horses were following him.

It doesn't matter, the pink and purple moon rises again.

How many moons are there in this world?

There is an avenue of flowers at your feet, endless and crooked as far as the eye can see. The political commissar couldn't help but feel joy in his heart. He seemed unable to control his hands. He kept swinging his saber, chopping the blooming roses among the flowers.

He picked up his long knife and stroked it gently. If he had obtained this magical weapon when he was young, he would have left nothing behind in the flower field.

Oh, the moon is so bright today, and it’s so noisy down there.

The political commissar jumped on his horse into the flower belts, and the horse's hooves sank into the soft muddy flower fields.

He felt a little itchy on his heels and stepped back to the ground where he originally ran. The flower field was beautiful but not fun.

"Hiss~~" Hot, hot, hot!

The moonlight today is so powerful, how can it burn the earth.

The political commissar started running on the hot ground, feeling excruciating pain with every step.

I am here to fight, where is the enemy?

To ease the pain, he jumped, trying to stay in the air for a while.

Oh, I jump so high, brothers, look at me, I jump higher than you all.

The political commissar jumped up and jumped towards the warm moon. The bright moon seemed to have really grown bigger.

He landed again, and there were not many cavalry behind him. He ran too fast.

Why are there just these few people? Are everyone else deserters?

No.

The political commissar waved his saber, returned in the direction he came from, and called to other cavalry. Those who did not obey his orders were crushed to pieces by his flying kick.

Well, playing like this is not cool enough.

The political commissar changed his way of leaping, adjusted his posture slightly in the air, and hit the target with one kick.

Haha, no one is more accurate than me.

Anymore? Are there any deserters?

The cavalry behind him followed him closely. He turned around again, commanded his legion, and ran towards the distance.

Oh, the deserters are back, forget it, I forgive you.

By the way, when did these flowers grow?

The political commissar wanted to stop and take a look at the situation, but the raging tide of cavalry pushed him forward. If he stopped now, he would be trampled to pieces by the cavalry brothers behind him.

Wild beasts roared and thousands of horses galloped, and he jumped onto the hot earth.

There was a sound in front of me, far and near, such a big war horse, such a big cavalry.

So handsome and so fast.

That's the cavalry.

Wait, I'm a cavalryman too.

The political commissar lowered his head slowly, where is my horse? Why am I running.

He felt his head was itchy and wanted to scratch it. As soon as he raised his hand, his thighs suddenly lost strength and he knelt down.

After whimpering a few times, the feeling of suddenly landing on my face was really bad, especially when the ground below was so hot. He struggled to get up and raised his head. The noble cavalry in front of him had disappeared, and there was no one behind him.

That's weird. Are you dreaming?

The night is about to end and I should be waking up soon.

The moon in the sky gradually sank, and the political commissar felt that the ground under his feet was a little strange. It was like he had come to this world for the first time.

The sunshine awakened some of his sanity. Brothers, where are you?

By the river, several heavily armed warriors responded to him.

Brother, which army are you from? Wait, where is your armor? Why did you come out wearing a cloak?

I'm a captain, show some respect, boy, oh! oh! Sorry, Commissar, I didn't realize it was you.

Several soldiers were unarmed... It can't be said that they had lost their wrists and their hands were completely metal prostheses.

We fight with our fists, commissar, no one can stop our hammer blows.

The warrior bent his arms, his muscles bulging high.

Come with me, let's go see what is happening in this world.

The political commissar felt a chill in his back. Looking back, he saw an angel carrying a cannon barrel, with black engine oil pouring out of it.

WTF? Heretic, the whole army obeyed the order and charged.

......

Agulla is speeding around the planet and is almost finished. It is about to complete the greatest artistic transformation.

A group of corrupted war beasts appeared in front of them. From the damaged leather armor, they could barely be seen to be the mounts of the defense forces.

Agula didn't want to care about them, but the desire war horse under his crotch roared, stretched out its long and sharp tongue, and instantly pierced the neck of the war horse rushing in front.

The first war horse fell down, and the corpse carried on its back hit the Agula wizard. He had been dead for many days, and the rotting corpse was smashed by the worn-out power armor. Agula tilted his head and avoided it. The flying arm slipped in his hand, and he almost wrote the wrong Chaos Rune.

"Damn it, you don't understand my art, you vulgar worldly pigs and dogs."

Agula rode Juechen and rushed into the huge subspace rift.

The energy dissipated in the runes not only penetrates into the core of the earth, but also overflows into the air. A spiritual barrier is forming. The planet is covered with lubricant that enters the subspace, sliding from the real world into the Lord of Desire. territory.

The rotation of the planet is slowing down. For half of the planet submerged in subspace, the light of Slaanesh is more dazzling than the light of the sun on the hemisphere of the real world. Art sects are constantly forming and splitting. Everyone has different judgments on art, but in the end they all It condensed into a rough shape.

The inscription under Agura's feet twisted, and the entire planet was painted with a portrait, a portrait of Slaanesh, a portrait of what Slaanesh would become in the future.

The huge planet is being swallowed into the subspace, and every six percent it enters will release a powerful wave of spiritual energy that spreads into the distance.

The pilots of the ships who were too close to here died suddenly, their brains were filled with huge psychic energy shock, and finally burned up like "energy overload".

The Astropaths on the People's Light escaped disaster because of Yifeng's forced order, but they were also a step too late.

When the red torrent arrived, only less than nine percent of the corrupted surface could be seen. The chaos runes carved on it were shining brightly. The subspace hole at the edge was about to close, and the light of the subspace slowly faded away.

At this time, the choices made by both parties will determine the future of a planet.

Yifeng gave the order almost as fast as lightning to destroy it.

The next moment, time stopped.

The People's Light sounded, and Anos automatically activated the highest defense setting. The inventory of the Fourth Army was thrown into the energy furnace like firewood. Energy consumption has never been so fast. A set of equipment that has never been seen before. The particle flow emitted from the innermost part of the flagship and sank into the bodies of the slow-moving warriors.

Dots of fluorescence emitted from every living thing that received the particles. Yifeng turned to look at the battleship. The alarm seemed to be stretched several times, but the red light flashing frequency did not change, as if every instrument on the People's Light was The flow rate of time is different.

Outside, the progress of the planet's submersion into subspace has completely stopped. Time in this world seems to have stopped flowing. Even the rapidly speeding Agula and his White Scars rebel warband are still in place.

A Necron ship appears.

Another ship also appeared, and the one that followed unceremoniously whipped the lightning arc towards the first ship, and the two sides exchanged fire for a while.

Time began to flow again, and Yifeng looked at the scene in front of him in horror. The scimitar-shaped spacecraft of the Necrons flickered in space, and the destructive beams from both sides flowed turbulently in the space, but disappeared after passing a certain area.

One was a battleship sent by the old general Zahedek to monitor Yifeng. The reason why they launched a counterattack was simply because they had also been attacked by time weapons just now and locked into it. This was a naked act of hostility.

Another ship from an unknown Necron dynasty.

Orikan the Astrologer, Tomb Technician, is a Necron scientist who works part-time to repair creations that have been damaged to the point where active metals cannot repair themselves. They work part-time as forecasters, but they actually predict the future through data analysis.

But Orikan is different. He possesses the Staff of Prophecy, which is also a famous weapon among the Necrons.

His excellent calculation ability allows Orikan to predict almost every future with accuracy, and when the future does not match his expectations, he will take action and adjust the timeline.

The power of time weapons is so terrifying that it can completely erase the existence of something.

Orikan was clearly the more powerful, occupying the top with his ships and taking the time to complete his designs.

The planet that was about to be swallowed was forcibly pulled out of the subspace rift, leaving only about one-sixth of it in the subspace.

The power of the rules of reality smoothed out the corruption of the subspace, allowing the power of the subspace on the ground to completely dissipate.

Orikan's ships disappeared in the gunfire, and the ships deployed by Zahedek also disappeared.

The recorder was wrapped in the power of time and flickered. There was no record on it. The soldiers in the core area of ​​the People's Light were protected, but the outer areas had no impression of this stasis of time and space, especially the damaged areas that had not yet been repaired.

"Division...Commander...Commander, what on earth did we encounter?" Bals couldn't say anything. As a think tank, he witnessed the history of the entire regiment and information about various enemies, but Never seen this scene before.

Yifeng's face was gloomy, so gloomy that water dripped from his face.

"Whoever is affected should find someone immediately."

"Rogier, he is in area B9018."

"Ask him, what would he do in the current situation?"

What else can be done? A planet is being pulled into the subspace. This planet is full of shining Chaos runes. Of course, it is necessary to attack and land on it, kill him for a while, destroy the runes, stop the Chaos conspiracy, and turn this world Pull it back.

"William, make sure, what I just gave is the order to destroy this world, right?"

"Yes. It seems that the other party does not want us to destroy this place."

"You can't be so arbitrary. There may be reasons why this planet cannot disappear in this area or cannot be obtained from subspace."

There is no point in staying up there. The subspace is indeed dragging the planet into the land of desire, but the time is reset to a few days ago.

"Reconnaissance is dispatched, the assault team is prepared, the flagship remains in its current state, and a reliable combat barge is sent out."

The Anos Glory slowly flew out. As the mobile home of the technical sergeants, it was blessed by the Forge World and delivered to us many years later. The machine spirit is quite capable of carrying it.

Yifeng personally went out to fight, and the areas that the Necrons focused on were by no means simple. The news from the reconnaissance force was that most of the planet was contaminated, and the troops were scattered all over the world, and no observation was allowed in the areas that had sunk into the subspace.

It was obviously the influence of the illuminated runes.

Several bombs fell on the planet, each one protected by a reality anchor (a small ball of Tau meningeal fluid wrapped in adamantine), destroying the runes in a large area.

The movement of the planet becomes slower, and the Chaos rituals are harsh and precise. For every missing point, the impact increases exponentially.

Agura was reminded by the Word Bearers that he had already set off before the bombs fell. Time weapons could not restrain Slaanesh. The struggle was "sneak-attacked" by the Necron without his noticing, and he also set out for the first time. Immediately inform the believers of the remedy.

"Agula, something is wrong." The storm caused by the bomb obscured the faces of the war gang members who were moving forward rapidly, and visibility was extremely low in the wind and sand.

"The bomb can actually pass through the soul barrier easily."

In fact, the power has been reduced a lot, and the explosion range has been reduced by half.

"They dare to destroy the greatest calligraphy work in the world. They dare. This is blasphemy, blasphemy, blasphemy..."

Agula was a little dazed. He raised his wolf brush and waved it wildly in the air. Runes were formed in the air, as thin as cicada wings, and lightly attached to the body of the desire war horse.

The war horse neighed, as if it had received enough combat medicine, and its speed reached a new level.

The sand waves rolled up by the shock wave created a sound barrier in the opposite direction, and the explosive sound of the air being torn was heard in the distance only after Agula passed by.

Even so, he heard familiar words in the noisy wind.

"For the sake of the Emperor's Holy Land, charge with me!"

The wind and sand dissipated, and a group of mortal cavalry appeared on the side. Their speed was incomparable to Agula. With a casual wave of the wolf brush, it brushed over the leader's body.

Every wolf hair soaked with the power of Slaanesh is soaked with the power of flesh and blood, and all the flesh and blood of the opponent can be torn apart in one fell swoop.

The drowned soul was trapped in the skeleton. Fortunately, every wolf hair was filled with six painful souls, and there was no room left for him.

The Word Bearer's subsequent heavy blow smashed half of the skeleton into the war horse, and the human tailbone and the horse's spine were connected together, but there were still shouts coming from behind the Word Bearer.

"Cavalry battalion, charge!"

......

"Hmph~ They are also considered cavalry? Slaves of the false emperor."

Agula doesn't bother to look back. The wind of art is free. The wind that rolls back, the whirlwind, the tornado, is boring and boring, waiting to dissipate from the moment of its birth.

Just like this group of Astartes who are doomed.

Not me! Agula's mouth grew wide, and suffocating air was stuffed into his lungs. The incredible speed allowed him to inhale an incredible amount of air, and the oxygen made his muscles swell.

I am the unfettered wind, the madman who pursues art, the sharpest edge of Lord Slaanesh!

The sea of ​​souls kept surging, and Agula's body continued to expand. His snow-white skin broke through the white armor. The snow-white power armor had become a part of him. What was undergoing huge changes was his legs, which were melting and disappearing.

"No~ Agura, you have to hold on." The Word Bearer looked at all this sadly. This was a blessing. If you are not careful, there will only be a bunch of chaos eggs and flesh and blood monsters on the earth. bounce.

"No power can bind you, Agura, you are freer than the wind."

Agula roared, and his exposed thigh heels dug into the body of the desire war horse. The war horse itself was a demon, but at this time, its whole body was twitching, and its limbs kept swinging at will, but the speed was faster.

"You succeeded, Agura, you succeeded!"

Possessed warriors are very common. Chaos warriors are like demons stuffed into their bodies, but demons possess people...

Anyway, Agula's consciousness has taken over the demon's powerful body, and speed can no longer restrain him.

A strange-looking centaur rushed all the way to the edge of the explosion.

In a place filled with black smoke, the transport boat has not yet sent down the army. Only a Land Raider and ten of Yifeng's back troops arrived at the edge of the huge crater first. There was still a hot liquid mixture flowing in the crater behind. .

The team formed a classic scattered guard formation. Yifeng originally wanted to stand on top of the Land Raider, but thinking of his dark history, he ended up standing on the flank of the tank.

"Can the source of the Bird Servant interference signal be found?"

"It's not clear. It's everywhere. The sources of interference are in all directions. I think it's those strange words visible in space."

"It's possible. What about the detection results of the People's Light? Are these runes all over the planet?"

"Yes, I suggest you deploy a defensive formation now, let the heavy weapons fall, clean the runes at intervals, and reduce the density of these damn pink smoke. In this way, the bombing will be more powerful."

"This is..." Yifeng stopped talking and turned his head to look into the distance. His voice didn't stop, but the vibrations of the earth were already heard.

Yifeng caught a glimpse of a figure passing by with his peripheral vision. Before he could raise the cross sword, he was hit in the head by a knife and briefly lost consciousness.

The charge of the Slaanesh demon was silent, and the vibration he heard was the last leap of force.

The fine gold body was falling backwards, and the combat medicine was inserted into Yifeng's body for free.

After a heartbeat, the medicine flowed to all limbs and bones. Yifeng came back to his senses, hurriedly pressed his shoulders to the ground, and stood up sideways.

There were two huge dents on the Land Raider. The opponent looked like it was about to overturn the tank, but the crawling adamantine behemoth was not so easy to shake.

War horses and sharp blades kept flashing past them. Yifeng held his breath and aimed at an enemy in front of him.

The Key of Hellek rotated gently, looking for the best angle. In a heartbeat, the enemy raised the power sword and aimed at Yifeng's head.

The three-hundred-year-old Lord of the Red Torrent can tell with just one glance what this guy is targeting. He really likes to hit me on the head, right?

As soon as Yifeng lowered his head, the pipe of desire to decapitate hit the bulge of the energy core. The war horse of desire was paralyzed. It was suppressed by the anti-psychic power and collapsed to the side, trying to throw off the chaos warrior on its back. Escape alone.

The cross sword was accurately inserted into the body of the desire war horse, and the decomposition position stirred in the flesh and blood composed of subspace energy.

A little demon was instantly killed, and the Chaos Warrior on top of it was thrown out by the war horse and rolled several times on the ground.

He held the Guandao in both hands like a reflex, raised it behind him, and blocked Bei Weijun's follow-up attack with his gun drawn from behind.

Yifeng stepped forward and jumped up, trying to overwhelm the opponent. However, another cavalryman's attack forced Yifeng to change his target.

The cavalry who wanted to rescue their comrades were treated even more brutally by Yifeng. Facing the fast charging cavalry, Yifeng grabbed the opponent's sword with one hand.

The feet are like roots under your feet.

The arrogant cavalryman thought he could drag Yifeng forward, dragging Yifeng on the ground for several kilometers. As a result, the roar of the energy core reached his ears, and bad thoughts emerged from his heart.

"Get off your horse!"

He was dragged up by Yifeng with one hand, flew around in the air, and hit the fallen warrior heavily.

The long cross sword fluttered in the air, then pierced the bodies of both of them, stabbing a bunch of candied haws.

More than a dozen skeletons of Silent Sisters covered Yifeng's body. He held the sword with one hand and inserted the Key of Herek deeper. The other hand "slowly" stretched out and raised a finger.

The Desire Horse instinctively avoided this area, and a vacuum appeared in the flow of cavalry.

"Fight back, fight back!"

The Beiwei Army had never been so insulted before, and the bolter's fire suddenly lit up. There was a thick fog about thirty meters away, and shadows kept flashing through it. It was the thick fog gathered by the strong wind whipped up by the rapid running of the cavalry, and it was just the afterimage left behind by their passing.

A voice came from the fog, coming from all directions at once, "You can't have a stroke."