Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 286: To Save or Not to Save the Clown Troupe

Lilith stared at the imperial warships with empty eyes. Her heart was already filled with Maras' prophecy. She didn't expect that today would be the day when Comoros would be destroyed.

She didn't expect that Comoros would encounter a devastating disaster before the catastrophe came, and she didn't expect that humans and the subspace would join forces to attack Comoros.

In this case, saving Ma Niubi seems to be a worthless thing...

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"Ahem..what the hell is going on! Why can I feel the gaze of the Great Enemy!"

"What were those explosions about?! Why can I sense the existence of the subspace!?"

The Blood Orcs stood up in twos and threes, looking up at the dark roof, as if trying to detect creatures that did not exist.

Fortunately, the entire experimental site was covered with black stone, and the scream from the warp did not cause a devastating blow to the area.

They were overjoyed, but soon became worried again because the earth began to shake again, the rumbling sound of explosions began to continue, and an unknown battle broke out overhead.

"Report! After investigation, the Imperial Fleet found the location of the Kane Gate in the Warp through uninformed means.

They have joined forces with the Great Enemy to wreak havoc on Khaine's Gate, and are now bombarding Commorragh.

Most of the ships were unable to fight back, and the Dark City was paralyzed!"

You Run stood up with a ferocious face after listening to the words of the signalman. He looked at the closed position of the webway behind the Dark Throne and revealed his bloody fangs. He looked at the unconscious Lin Heng and stretched out his flesh tentacles.

No matter what happens, the Dark Throne must be preserved. This device determines the upper limit of the Commorran Eldar.

Even if all the Commoran Eldar died, it could still create new warriors through its flesh and blood womb. With the Dark Throne, it could control the entrances and exits of the Webway at will, and no force would be able to find them.

The Dark Throne is the key to the Commorran Eldar's invincibility.

"All Haemonchi, listen up!

You all understand the purpose of the Dark Throne. You who seek pain and torture will never give up such a sacred artifact.

With the existence of this device, you and I no longer need to obey the orders of others, and you and I no longer need to worry about being tracked down by others.

The Dark Throne is our foundation, the Dark Throne is the source of you and me, protect the Dark Throne!"

"Protect the Dark Throne!!!"

All the Haemonculi raised their arms and shouted. They roared, clamored, swung their strange limbs, and stretched out their twisted tentacles.

"Immediately operate the Flesh and Blood Womb at full capacity, activate the equipment in the Distortion Field, and launch the Extreme Proliferation Plan!"

"Install Black Sun equipment, release metal-corrosive gas, and open weapons warehouses in various regions!"

The Blood Orcs gave orders in an orderly manner, and undercurrents began to surge beneath the entire old city.

Lights came from the hidden factory areas buried in the ruins, and a series of equipment began to operate automatically.

The huge mountain of flesh filled with cable pipes made a rumbling sound. A wound appeared at the foot of the squirming mountain, and a slender body slid out as amniotic fluid gushed out.

The chests of the newly born Dark Eldar rose and fell as they greedily gasped for the wonderful air, and as their breathing became steady, their bodies gradually stretched out.

Hundreds and hundreds of newborns were born into this world, staring intently at the open wall in front of them. The equipment and guns inside were things they had never seen before.

But at the moment of contact, the memories that had already been set made them become real warriors.

They organized themselves without communicating, walked out of the hyperplastic uterus and climbed onto the vehicles that had been prepared long ago, injected themselves with the drugs they had experienced in their memories, and roared and climbed into the constantly flickering sky.

"For the Dark City! For the Commorran Eldar!"

Tens of thousands of proliferating uteruses and the distorted field were instantly exploded with soldiers, and the number of soldiers pouring out in an instant was even greater than before.

Various flying vehicles were flying all over the sky, rushing towards the fleet consisting of dozens of imperial warships.

Dark matter bombs, void thunder, and single sickle missiles roared and exploded, lighting up a corner of the void shield with an unstoppable momentum.

"No matter what the purpose of the invader is, it is most important to protect the Dark Throne first. Immediately take it to the webway entrance in the city and send it to another satellite base!"

Six huge pain engines immediately attached to the Dark Throne, and the anti-gravity engines ran at full capacity, causing the surrounding gravity to become unstable.

The throne rose slowly, and Lin Heng was finally able to catch his breath. When he was heartbroken because his spiritual energy was sucked away, he felt the passage leading to another dimension behind him.

As the spiritual energy in the body was absorbed, the webway became more and more stable. Although the entrance was a bit narrow, it was indeed beyond the scope of the subspace and real space.

Suppressing the wailing in his soul, he poured his spirit into the webway and gradually felt the full picture of this route. It was an area that twisted like an ant nest, so complex and changeable that it seemed to change frequently and could not be remembered by the human brain at all.

Thanks to those shocking explosions, if he had continued to smoke, he would probably have fallen asleep by now.

Before he could judge the situation, half a minute later, You Run took him to the entrance of the webway on the bottom floor. The Blood Orcs artifacts in the distortion area dragged the gray body, looking for the enemy's movements.

Sharp metal claws left cuts on the ground and walls, twisting, roaring, and stumbling to complete their pathetic tasks as aberrations.

"Get out of here! You blind bastard!"

The flesh tentacles shredded the twisted creature that had no intelligence at all, and blood and flesh flew everywhere, with body fluids splattering on the wall, while a protruding human figure was printed on the flat wall.

You Run immediately stopped and watched the blood shadow slowly leave the wall and walk in front of him, and then more and more shadows walked out of the corridor.

There was no sound or movement, but when they turned off the holographic blocker, the gorgeous and colorful costumes made You Run roar.

An actor in a clown troupe, a funny clown full of absurdity, but please don't think like this in battle

"Damn you clown troupe, damn you midnight mourning! It was that bitch Marlas who asked you to come here!

You clowns, you jokes hiding behind tragedy, you dumb men of Higochi! Damn God of Laughter!

You are not even qualified to be my transformation! Turn into pus for me!"

Midnight Mourning Theater Details

You Run waved his hand, and the twisted creatures stretched out their hideous limbs, roaring and climbing towards the uninvited guests.

The pain engines put down their thrones, drew out their liquefied guns, and fired repeatedly at the Harlequin, whose shape was uncertain due to the myriad colors.

And in the shadows, even more roaring shells roared and collided with it. Lin Heng mobilized his spiritual energy as much as possible to see clearly the group of clowns wearing white skull masks and skeleton clothes.

Each of them was holding a gun that looked like a heavy machine gun to humans. They moved swiftly in the uncovered corridors, manipulating the machine guns in their hands to accurately hit the crawlers.

In the bloody battle zone, the clowns dressed gorgeously and dazzlingly, without blood staining their clothes, seemed to be dancing and transformed into a dazzling halo. The long swords in their hands flashed with cold light, and they laughed as they cut off the bodies of the twisted creatures.

At You Run's command, the pain engines screamed. The sound waves visible to the naked eye fluctuated in color. Energy collided with energy, offsetting the defensive capabilities of the opponent's woven clothing.

You Run let out a loud roar, then began to swing his flesh and blood tentacles wildly, and the entire corridor immediately began to make a "ding-dong" sound.

Lin Heng saw those clown warriors flipping among the tentacles and slashing at the ferocious tentacles, but the number of those evil creatures was so large and their skin was so hard that ordinary warriors like them could not deal with it at all.

“Puka!”

Its flesh and blood body shattered in front of You Run. Its hideous face approached the clown's mask, looked at the other's mask with a weird smile, opened its big mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

“Crack…Crack…Gudong…Damn God of Laughter! These damn actors can’t stop me!

So is Death's jester in the shadows! Come on! Let your troupe come out! Show me what's so special about the so-called incarnation!

Let me see your body structure and how it differs from other Eldar!"

You Run was madly trampling on the corpses of the clowns. There were more than a dozen needles of medicine stuck in his neck, and his body was swollen and twisted.

Those actors who tried to break through the opponent's defense all died under the hideous claws.

The Death Jester's heavy firepower in the shadows continued to suppress, but it could not break the defense of the opponent's flesh and blood tentacles. The broken tentacles would revive in the next second, and the torn wounds would heal in the blink of an eye.

Heavy Fire Team

You Run swung his long, smelly tongue, laughed loudly, and screamed madly, looking like some evil creature, while those clowns with smiling faces looked like half-crazy warriors.

The closer you get, the crazier you tend to go. But your inner courage resists the weirdness, and you express their roar with gorgeous but weird performance moves.

Lin Heng took a deep breath, looked at this group of brave and combative actors, and then tried hard to mobilize his psychic power to try to help them.

"BOOM!"

The loud explosion scared Lin Heng. The inexplicable psychic bomb was not his work. The crazy You Run was knocked against the wall by the sudden impact, and he opened his eyes wide to look at the two clowns who appeared in the shadows.

Unlike the clown masks of other troupe actors, the warriors on the left and right look so different.

The one on the left had a smooth, opaque mask with a flag-shaped gear lever on the back. The other one shocked Lin Heng, it had strange horns and no smile.

Left, Shadowseer, a powerful psyker of the Eldar... OK!!!

Right, the one-man show, the ruthless man who plays "Slaanesh" in the troupe's play. His soul is destined to be devoured by the great enemy, but he doesn't care, for the Eldar!

When all the actors saw the two men coming, they saluted the strange man on the left, but drew their swords against the one on the right.

Lin Heng clearly saw that the surging spiritual power was constantly emerging from his left side, while the crimson-purple light on his right side shocked him even more, just like the subspace.

You Run stood up and shouted:

"Monolith! You guys are a bunch of lunatics pretending to be evil gods!"

The show is about to begin!