Virus Refiners are a type of Plague Marine. They are mainly responsible for refining and purifying viruses configured by Plague Spreaders. They also have a unique mutation-their eyes can penetrate armor and observe the spread of diseases in their victims. conditions, allowing these corrupt scholars to quickly jot down their observations and create vast troves of forbidden knowledge.
Driven by a paranoid desire to test the perfection of their plagues, virus refiners take an active role on the battlefield, observing the effects of the plagues they refine.
After a while, the virus refiner came to a basic conclusion.
"Unfortunately, Master of the Colony, the effect of this virus on Ada is still limited. There may be a treatment plan in the first minute, and the lethality may need to be further enhanced. At the same time, Ada's blood has a certain blocking effect on the spread of the virus. Due to the lack of Ark Eldar's body, it is impossible to infer whether the impact on Ada in different environments is the same."
Hearing the words of the Virus Refiner, Newkrain Rotis shook his head.
"The original indicator of the EZ virus is that it can be transmitted through the air and kill an AIDS virus within 20 seconds, but now even if it is transmitted through blood, it is far from achieving this result... I am not satisfied."
The virus refiner bowed slightly.
"Sorry, I'll keep trying."
"Time waits for us not."
At this time, the virus refiner seemed to have thought of something. After a moment of silence, he mentioned a possibility.
"Perhaps... we can change our thinking. This virus is not suitable for airborne transmission, but the dirty life of Comorian Ida is a favorable way for them to spread. The attack method of this virus can be changed to specifically target their blood. The immune mechanism in the virus, after defeating it, leaves the killing task to other viruses that are more easily spread in the air."
Jordan Simon thought about it. He liked this kind of academic problem, even on the battlefield.
"What you mean is to turn the EZ virus from a killer into a battering ram."
"Yes."
"Nice idea, do you have any more?"
"Well...it has another meaning."
"What."
"Imagine what will happen to them when Ada discovers that their filthy life will bring them death?"
"fear."
Jordan Simon answered almost without thinking, and the significance immediately occurred to him.
"Ah, yes, yes, when the Ada realizes that their desires will bring torture, they will try to resist their desires, and this is what the Prince of Darkness does not want to see. This will severely humiliate him. New God, ah, yes! You have a good idea, a loving father will be relieved."
"Let's put down those studies first. If we fail to achieve the immediate goal, my loving father will only be angry."
A voice suddenly sounded, and Jordan Simon knew who it was without turning his head. He snorted contemptuously and continued to look at the corpse on the ground.
Typhons walked over surrounded by his Terminator Guards. The Lord of the Destruction Fly Nest was filled with the pride of victory. Even the buzzing of those huge flies seemed to be praising him. However, under Jordan But in Simon's eyes there was just a halo of hypocrisy.
"Simon, you are running behind schedule than expected."
"If your artillery support can be more precise and fierce, our speed will be much faster."
Typhons knew that the other side had disliked him during his time in the legion, and he also knew that the original body wanted to cooperate with him as a mere captain, but at the moment he was only concerned with the mission of a loving father, and did not pay attention to anything else.
"Then we have to speed up."
Typhons snorted and looked back to the center of the hall.
There were seven living slaves there, from Ada who had been captured on the battlefield and had just been brought in.
The wizards began to leave corrupt runes on the floor. As they were outlined, the power of the runes ate away at the stone slabs, turning the rock into a gurgling pulp.
Immediately afterwards, the Plague Marines took a moment to bring in a huge cauldron and poured the contaminated ichor and putrid flesh into the cauldron. Their every movement was accompanied by loud dirges and the sound of rusty bells. jingle.
Finally, a Wither Overlord brought over a rusty iron box.
Tyfonska opened the lid with a click, reached into the box, and took out a machete.
Its blade seemed to be made of moldy bone, the rotten wooden heart was withered into the hilt, and it was covered with terrible vines.
Not far away, Jordan Simon narrowed his eyes. He could feel the power of corruption radiating from the scimitar, and the energy crackled on Typhons' fingers.
"Comoros Aida blocked the entrance. They thought they could survive this way, but this fortress will become the bridgehead for our attack."
The Lord of the Destructionflies strode forward, listening to the chants of the wizards and counting the syllables.
As the 77th syllable of the elegy sounded, Typhons decisively cut the throats of all the Eldar slaves with the contaminated blade.
Only the last prisoner reacted. He instinctively raised his hands in a vain attempt to prevent the blade from piercing his neck, but to no avail.
The alien's bright red blood spurted out and fell into the crucible. Typhons stabbed downwards and dipped the scimitar into the crucible filled with blood-stained rotten flesh.
Along with a nauseating stench, a pillar of light composed of decaying green, anxiety-inducing yellow, and suffocating purple erupted from the cauldron.
Jordan Simon tensed his muscles, preparing for the explosion of warp energy.
The hall was filled with frantic cries, and then a gust of wind pushed everything on the ground to the wall, except for the Plague Marines.
Soon, the light dissipated.
Then, something emerged from the crucible.
The appearance of that thing was like a withered tree, with bare branches stretched out, but Jordan Simon could tell at a glance that it was an illusion. Just look at the shadow on the wall behind it. The shadow showed A bloated, horned, inhuman entity emerges.
As the harsh sound gradually disappeared, Typhons straightened his body, and at the same time, a lone milky white eyeball appeared in the center of the dead wood, staring curiously outside.
"The dead wood is growing——"
As Typhons crooned, the branches of the dead tree trembled with each utterance, and his eyes oozed disgusting sap.
Then, it responded with a deep voice.
"The dead wood is growing——"
Masses of decaying vines sprouted from the cauldron, spilling out from the doorways and windows of the hall.
Just a few minutes later, the entire Aether Fortress was wrapped up and turned into a bloated structure, filled with a mixture of cysts and dead trees. At its center was a towering giant dead tree, and in the middle of the dead tree was a milky white eyeball. .
After that, the eyeball turned towards the direction of the Aether Fortress leading to Commorragh, and then a clear image gradually appeared in the darkness of nothingness, a portal surrounded by vines.
