A huge door stands in front of the road. The door is not made of metal or wood, but is made of screaming souls. The faces of the souls twist and stir on the glowing surface of the door. Their screams are full of sorrow and pain. .
Innokenti's heart ached with sympathy. No matter how depraved the Comorans were, they were still the same kind.
The filmmaker raised the staff high and slammed it down with an earth-shattering thunderbolt. A void shock wave erupted from the soul orb on the top of the shining staff, slamming towards the door like an axe, sweeping away the tumbling souls. And emptiness calmed their grinding cries.
Behind the breached door was a room shaped like a living thing, or rather like a hollow chest.
In the center of the room is a crystal twice the height of the Eldar, bound by heavy rusty iron chains. Green fire dances in the crystal. The light of the flames reflects on the walls, illuminating dozens of mysterious utensils. The implements were apparently used in corrupted Nurgle sorcery, but Innokenti neither knew nor cared about their use.
In the fire of the crystal, Innokenti could see the goal of his warriors after making huge sacrifices - in the endless void, 7 leaping dark green energies were frantically smashing towards the burning webway barrier. .
"Bless us it's not too late."
The Filmmaker took a few steps forward and summoned a crackling ball of lightning to fight off the Death Guards and demons that filled the room.
Then he pressed his staff against the cold crystal and began to recite purification prayers.
However, he realized something wasn't quite right.
"This core crystal has been desecrated by the foulest magic. If we are to free it, these curses must be broken."
The rest of the troupe of psykers began to come up to assist him in channeling the energy, while Death's Fool and the Mime entered a defensive stance to protect them - more demons were already emerging from above, scurrying through the fortress walls in search of the intruders .
At the same time, the Plague Marines' explosive bombs were constantly shooting at this place, and they were running towards them in long strides.
"Then go as fast as you can!"
Entering combat mode, Innokenti's eyes flashed with icy blue, and the energy of the storm crackled around his weapons, before he stood firm and prepared to face the charge of the Plague Marines.
The howls of Nurgle's followers fought with the Harlequins, the air was filled with the roar of weapons shattering armor and flesh, each shot from the Death Jesters filled the room with a shining rainbow light, and The mime's shuriken caused a shower of blood in mid-air.
"Xigaole curses it! This witchcraft is too strong!"
Just as the filmmaker complained hoarsely, a cry came from the door behind him,
He risked a glance behind him and saw a mime lying on the floor, a giant in terrifying giant armor tearing out his throat and ruthlessly stabbing him into the abdomen with a knife, tearing him alive. This actor.
Then a squad of Blight Overlord Terminators poured into the room, ending with Typhons surrounded by a circle of black flies.
"Oops!"
Realizing that he was running out of time, the Filmmaker smashed his staff directly against the surface of the crystal, releasing every ounce of energy in the Soul Orb.
The crystal began to tremble, spiderweb-like cracks extending from the surface.
Finally, with an explosion, the crystal was blown to smithereens and fire swept through the room, scorching any body that came near with its vicious touch.
Only the filmmakers escaped in time and survived.
"Mission accomplished, it's time to go."
As the filmer said this, he turned around and fired his shuriken gun at the approaching Wither Overlord, who now had no strength left.
"We'll take cover."
To deal with the wither overlord with astonishing defense, only Death Jesters could do it, so they volunteered to take on the task of rearguard.
However, as soon as one of them raised his gun, a black figure rushed up and grabbed the powerful rifle with his strong arms.
"Death to the aliens!"
Before Innokenti could save the jester of death, a stream of bright blood spurted out from the cut artery.
Typhons was now covered in flies, wielding a huge war scythe, piercing deeply into the enemy's flesh.
The death jester screamed in agony before his body was torn apart.
"We will have our revenge, just wait and destroy the Lord of the Fly's Nest."
With a harsh word, Innokenti led the troupe to quickly evacuate the place, while Typhons also threw down the ravaged body and walked to the broken crystal——
Afterwards, he picked up a piece of debris, looked at it carefully for a while, and then nodded.
"Looks like I caught up at the last minute..."
On the other side, the situation of Newkrain Rotis is very bad.
The bad fog is still pouring into the hall, constantly floating on the ground and walls, and swift figures rush into the hall through the fog from time to time. Their mouths are wide open, as if they are eager to fight.
Pillager Master Sidi and his elite warriors also joined the fight, charging towards the hundreds of Plague Marines who were entrenched in the command hall.
"For Kane! For Commorragh! Kill them all! Those who come forward will be rewarded! Those who retreat will surely die!"
Instigated by Dracula, the Dark Eldar and their beasts attacked again and again. They receded like the tide, and then charged again, and more and more Plague Marines fell to their swords. . Newcraan Rotis continued to direct calmly, but the fog continued to increase.
The thicker the fog, the more favorable the battlefield becomes to their Eldar enemies.
The evil messenger who had been fighting for a long time held up the three-ring rune on his staff, trying to inject the last god-given power into it, calling for his father's attention and mercy, and began to chant in a low roar - The fog of the dark night is against Psykers like him have the greatest impact.
The looting master Sidi felt the vibration in the etheric field, so he quickly avoided his original position.
A large amount of thick green mist was seen spurting out from the staff of the disease bringer along with buzzing insects. Several cabal warriors were instantly swallowed up, and they let out ear-piercing screams as their flesh was eaten away.
"Get rid of it! Get rid of that wizard bastard! The jester of death is here!"
The Lootmaster cursed under his breath, and his curses were answered.
A videographer jumped into the air, twirled the short stick in his hand, and then threw out a stream of colorful rainbow light, which instantly knocked down the long staff of the plague wizard. Then two rays of purple light shot out from the fog, instantly knocking off the plague wizard's staff. The body vaporizes.
"Okay, okay! Well done! Kill these rotten bastards!
"
The Loot Master nodded with satisfaction, laughed and ordered his troops to attack with all their might.
And he himself set his sights on Newkeran Rotis, a plague lord. The other party's soul would be a precious reward, and he would never miss it.
But at this moment, bad news came.
"My lord! The enemy fleet has rushed out of the gap in the webway!
! "
"What!"
Sidi was shocked at the time. He quickly summoned his subordinates to take out the video crystal ball, and sure enough, he saw a huge fleet approaching slowly at the edge of the dark webway, headed by a ferocious giant ship——
Glory Queen, the Endurance!
Faced with the sudden fleet support, the looting master Sidi was caught in a dilemma.
After thinking hard for a moment, he finally made a decision.
"withdraw!"
