It was supposed to be a Mythic card set, but what the heck is this Warhammer 40k?

Yang Feng froze the moment he heard the roar of the chainsaw sword behind him.

He instinctively looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Lu Ya, who had been immersed in creating cards in his mind, had somehow woken up.

Beside Lu Ya stood a tall warrior, three meters tall, covered in bright yellow power armor.

The moment Yang Feng saw this Astartes, he instantly realized something, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Brother Lu, you succeeded?"

Lu Ya smiled and nodded to Yang Feng, "Old Yang, you've worked hard. Leave the rest to me."

Although Yang Feng was happy, he was not blinded by excitement.

Having experienced the series of events just now, he understood better than anyone else the power and eeriness of the mournful ghost before him.

Therefore, upon hearing Lu Ya's words, Yang Feng couldn't help but show a worried expression.

"Brother Lu, be careful. This mourning ghost is no ordinary creature. It ate my door god card. Are you sure you can handle it?"

Yang Feng's concerns were not without reason. His door god card was a divine card, which had a strong restraining effect on strange and evil spirits such as the mourning ghost.

Even so, after encountering the Mourning Ghost, his door gods were devoured by the ghost's paper figures in just a few minutes.

The Astartes that Lu Ya had just created was clearly not a god-like being, which made Yang Feng worry.

Faced with Yang Feng's concerns, Lu Ya pondered for a moment and then gave his answer: "If I'm confident, I estimate it's about 10/90!"

Upon hearing Lu Ya's reply, Yang Feng's heart sank.

A 1:9 split? Isn't that completely uncertain?

However, before Yang Feng could even grieve, Lu Ya paused, then continued, "Probably, he could cut that thing into nine pieces in a second!"

Yang Feng: ? ? ?

The moment Lu Ya finished speaking, the weeping man's gaze was fixed on the mournful ghost standing at the entrance of the mountain god's temple.

Their eyes met, and the mournful ghost fell silent.

As a supernatural being, it shouldn't have any feelings of fear, but the presence of the wailing person in front of it made it instinctively feel afraid.

It could clearly sense that the aura emanating from the other party seemed to belong to a different world.

It was precisely because of this that, driven by this instinct, the Mourning Demon made a decision that went against the ancestors!

It... turned and ran away!

This scene completely stunned Yang Feng!

No, buddy!

Why did you run away?

You're really weird, aren't you? Your aura and your high-class demeanor just now were so strange!

You see, the strange creatures he had encountered in the past only acted on their killing instincts. This was the first time he had ever seen a strange creature that could run away.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Yang Feng probably would never have believed that these strange creatures could run away on their own.

However, how could the weeping one tolerate such a blasphemous existence easily slipping away from under his nose?

Without the slightest hesitation, the moment the wailing ghost turned to run away, the weeping one moved and charged towards the fleeing wailing ghost.

The speed and maneuverability of the Astartes were on full display by the weeping men at this moment.

Despite wearing heavy power armor and adding to his own weight, the Weeping One weighs half a ton.

But the speed at which the mourners wailed was still terrifying!

Heavy, swift!

At this moment, the wailing person is like a large semi-trailer truck with its engine floored, and the physical impact alone has reached a terrifying level.

In the chaos, the mourning ghost waved his mourning stick and pointed it at the wailing people rushing towards him.

Upon receiving the order, the paper figures quickly rushed towards the wailing figure, attempting to stop him and buy time for the mourning ghost to escape.

Upon seeing this, Yang Feng's heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to speak up and remind Lu Ya.

After all, he had been careless before and suffered a great loss because of these paper figures, so he was well aware of how dangerous they were.

However, before Yang Feng could even speak...

"Bang bang bang...!"

A series of cracking sounds left Yang Feng speechless.

These ferocious paper figures, capable of devouring door gods whole, were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot when faced with the all-out charge of the wailing crowd.

It was smashed to pieces in a single encounter, turning into countless pieces of paper.

It really proves the saying, "I thought it was a speed bump!"

In almost the blink of an eye, the wailing one had already rushed in front of the mourning ghost.

There was no nonsense, and no fancy skills whatsoever.

The wailer raised his chainsaw sword and delivered a simple, unadorned slash down fiercely at the mourning ghost.

However, this seemingly ordinary slash, as simple as chopping wood, was like a guillotine falling from the guillotine in the eyes of the Mourning Demon, its speed so fast that it had nowhere to dodge!

The mournful ghost could only watch helplessly as the chainsaw sword cleaved him in two with a deafening roar!

Throughout the entire process, the mournful ghost didn't even have time to utter a scream before it went completely silent.

"This...this is solved?"

Yang Feng stared blankly at the wailing ghost that had been cut in two on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he simply couldn't believe that the Mourning Ghost, so powerful that it filled him with despair, had been so easily dealt with by the Weeping One.

The whole process may seem slow, but it actually takes less than ten seconds.

After regaining his senses, Yang Feng couldn't help but shudder.

Brutal! This is absolutely brutal!

Aside from the word "brutal," Yang Feng couldn't find any other word to describe the almost devastating scene before him.

There are no fancy skills or strange mechanics.

All that's available are the purest, most brutal numerical values!

"What kind of card is this? It's so powerful!"

Besides being shocked, Yang Feng was more curious at this moment. He really wanted to know what kind of card Lu Ya had made!

At the same time, after dealing with the wailing ghost, the wailing ghost slowly turned around and looked at Lu Ya and Yang Feng.

After noticing the gaze of the wailing person, Yang Feng cautiously took a step back, feeling a little uneasy.

"With such powerful cards, can Brother Lu control them?"

Although cards are created by card makers, this does not mean that cards are necessarily under the control of card makers.

In the past, many card players created evil god cards in pursuit of powerful cards.

In the end, not only did he fail to control these evil gods, but he was also controlled by them, becoming their puppet.

This is why most card makers choose to create cards featuring benevolent deities.

Therefore, after witnessing the power of the weeping crowd, Yang Feng found it hard not to make this connection.

After all, the weeping one doesn't look like a benevolent god at all.

Whose benevolent deity looks like this?!

Just as Yang Feng was feeling uneasy, Lu Ya also made a move.

Lu Ya didn't say anything more, but quickly made a Heavenly Eagle Salute gesture in front of his chest!

Loyalty needs no further explanation!

Upon seeing Lu Ya's Heavenly Eagle Salute, the Weeping Man's gaze softened rapidly, and he nodded subtly at Lu Ya.

Yes, I've seen it in their eyes, they are loyal subjects of the Emperor!