I am a green-skinned master

The essence of this battle is to fight with soul and spirit. Then, the most effective attack is the sacred close combat. A long sword appeared in Cheng Mingrui's hand.

The Slaanesh Demon chanted a long string of spells, and countless purple mists suddenly appeared, trapping Cheng Mingrui. The despicable demon began to cheat!

"You have no moral integrity!" Cheng Mingrui cursed. He wanted to use all his strength to break the purple mist that was wrapped around his hands and feet, but this would take time. At this distance, this short period of time was very fatal!

"Your gods are being held back by my master. They cannot protect you, but my master has left me some power, which is the key to victory or defeat. Die!" The demon Slaanesh said nothing more, and reached out his claws to grab Cheng Mingrui, as if he wanted to cut him into several pieces.

A golden flash flashed, and the sword in Cheng Mingrui's hand turned golden. The purple mist and the claws of the demon Slaanesh were all cut off, and the situation was reversed in an instant.

Holding a long sword with golden flames, Cheng Mingrui looked at the Slaanesh demon who was chopped to the ground with contempt, "Do you think you are the only one who has a trump card? The Emperor loves all humans, and Sigmar's men will never fall into a woman's trap!"

"This...this is impossible!" The scream of the Great Demon of Slaanesh was even more unpleasant than the sound of glass rubbing against each other.

"For the Emperor! Die, evil creature!" Cheng Mingrui swung his sword, and the beautiful head of the demon of Slaanesh flew high, and his entire body turned into ashes.

The entire bizarre space also shattered and returned to the conventional universe.

"I think you have to leave me a trophy." The master Cheng Mingrui raised his head and said to the burning head of the demon of Sathyas.

The Emperor's Holy Flame attached to the head dissipated, leaving behind a skull that was half pitch black and half snow-white.

Cheng Mingrui didn't mind. He dusted it off and inserted it into the rack behind him.

Facing the air in front of him, Cheng Mingrui said, "Thanks, big golden guy."

But there was nothing in the air that responded to Him.

When teaching Kuka to speak Chinese and consecrating the Gomao statue, Cheng Mingrui discovered something unusual. Gomao's second brother might not like gold. Even if the boys used their imagination to gild the statue, it would not be this kind of gold.

So he secretly prayed to the emperor, and there was really a response!

However, as a greenskin, Cheng Mingrui did not know the purpose of the Emperor, the fifth evil god, so he did not pray to him for strength. Unexpectedly, prayer is really reliable!

Now that I think about it, I am really a lucky mortal. Not only has my human soul been favored by the Emperor, but my greenskin identity has also been blessed by my second brother, Gomao.

This feeling of security is overwhelming! The 40k universe is not that dangerous.

Uh, forget it, it’s too arrogant, it’s better to be cautious.

Cheng Mingrui touched the incubator again, and the power of the evil god inside was swept away, making it as clean as if it had just been made.

The synthetic beast inside was wailing and struggling in pain, and it was dying every minute and every second.

There is no time to lament, we must take action immediately to stabilize its genes and save its life.

Bang, bang, bang, with three loud transmission noises, the Clever Ghost and several transport Squiggs were teleported in. The Clever Ghost had precision equipment in his hands, and the Squiggs carried heavy equipment on their backs.

Very good, the hardware is ready. Cheng Mingrui praised the clever guy and prepared to start work.

On Oronia III, in Honor Hold, below the Governor's Palace in Cornwall, in a huge secret room.

The Great Daemon of Slaanesh, also known as Lothec the Devourer of Pain, is being burned by golden flames all over. It feels like its entire body, soul, and flesh are collapsing. As a demon, it will not die and can only be reborn in the warp, but at this moment it feels like death is licking it.

Cornwall in the distance looked at the golden torches with trembling legs, but he did not dare to pray to the Emperor, or even think of that name.

Suddenly, the golden flames disappeared, and along with it, the head of the Flame Slaanesh Archdemon Lothek also disappeared, its charred body falling straight to the ground.

The secret room returned to silence, with only the sound of Cornwall's heavy breathing and the smell of burnt meat.

Chapter 128 Destined Fate

After taking a few more deep breaths, Cornwall finally calmed down.

No matter what happened to this powerful demon, it had nothing to do with him. He had to find a way to deal with the body left behind by this guy.

Five meters in height and strong muscles are not easy to handle.

"Quick! Shine the psychic mirror on this loser!" A voice appeared in Cornwall's mind.

Cornwall trembled with fear, but he suppressed his fear and replied, "Yes, Master."

Cornwall crawled to the corner of the room, moved the psychic mirror over, and turned the mirror to face Losec's "corpse".

A greasy, sticky tentacle stretched out from the mirror and wrapped around Losec's "corpse". After a while, Losec's charred body began to recover, and the muscles on its broken neck began to wriggle, and a new head grew out in an instant.

Demons have strong vitality, especially great demons. As long as they are not completely dead, the powerful ones in the warp can save them. Even if they are completely dead, they can be resurrected as long as their masters are willing.

After a sudden death scream, Losec woke up, and the tentacle slowly retracted into the mirror.

"Give me control of your body. Even though it's a piece of trash, you have no right to talk to it."

Losec touched his head and sat up. He didn't understand what happened. He seemed to be dead? His soul was missing a lot, and so were his memories. What was the master's order?

A mortal who looked tiny and like an ant to Losec walked up to it and said in the devil's language: "I helped you enter the real universe not to let you embarrass yourself, trash!"

How dare a mortal call it trash!

Although his memory was confused, Losek still could not tolerate such an insult. He raised his claws and slashed at Cornwall.

The moment the claws collided with Cornwall's flesh, the claws did not tear the flesh apart, but instead went through it, creating a large hole in the floor.

"Use your brain, you useless idiot. Calm down. If you continue to act like a reckless fool, I think your master will teach you a lesson."

The voice came from behind Losec. He turned around and saw that the tiny ant was behind him.

Rage rose from his heart, and evil was born in his courage. When Losec was about to mobilize more power to kill the ant in front of him, the name of his master made him tremble.

Fear replaced all its emotions, and its body couldn't help but tremble. Fragments of memory were reviving, and it seemed that it had messed up the task assigned by its master...

Looking at the Slaanesh demon who was dominated by fear and dared not even move, Cornwall cursed it as trash again and teleported to stand on its head.

After pressing his hand on Losec's head for a while, he took his hand back with a heavy face.

After extracting Losec's memories, Cornwall's expression became serious.

Losec is useless. Although its soul has been restored, it has lost a lot of key memories, especially the memories related to special individuals. If it were not for the fear of taking risks, it should have contacted special individuals itself.

From those fragmented memories, we have a certain idea of ​​the intelligence of a special individual. This special individual is a human soul, and his time memory may be around 2k.

It was too abnormal for such an ancient human to know the nature of the warp and the names of the four evil gods. It was a pity that the orcs' second brother was protecting this soul, so that he could not take direct action, otherwise he would not have gone through such a big detour.

There is no reason why a human soul from the past would know so much about the direction of the future... Unless He is not human. Cornwall suddenly felt that he had caught the blind spot. That golden flame and light, Cornwall would never make a mistake.

There are nominally four evil gods in the Warp, but actually there are five. The fifth evil god, the Human Emperor, has not yet walked the path to becoming a god. This is His shortcoming as well as His advantage.

The disadvantage is that his power cannot spread throughout the universe, nor has it risen to the level of a concept; the advantage is that his interference with the real universe can be more direct, unlike himself and the other three who are basically unable to enter the real universe.

If it was the work of the Emperor of Humanity, this matter would be serious. As the authority that controls knowledge and destiny, He has access to a great deal of knowledge, and He certainly knows the essence of the concept of the Emperor of Humanity.

The Emperor of Mankind is not an ordinary being. He is a conceptual entity, a collection of all the prophets in human history. Moreover, He also represents the combination of human consciousness. Therefore, He has a kind of love for mankind and is willing to pay any price for the human group.

Now, the human empire seems vast, but the human race is on the brink of extinction at any time.

The Emperor would never want humans to repeat the same mistakes as the Eldar, given the Eldar's previous experience.

The time spell that affects the future from the past is not special. Except for the guy Khorne, the other three have used it. Once, the one who was revered as the father by the believers used the corruption virus that parasitized the future to corrupt an entire imperial fleet in the past.

Subspace is originally a concept in different time periods.

That strange soul was most likely one of the Emperor's clones, a backup plan. As for what the Emperor wanted to do, I couldn't guess it for now, but I couldn't stop him from succeeding.

It was destined that humans would become the next Eldar, the price paid by the Emperor to ascend to the throne. This was also to make room for the next race of galactic overlords.

I hate the feeling of having the thread of my destiny disrupted.

Losec, who was standing nearby, had his memory searched, and the searcher also sorted out his memory during the search, so he recovered from the confusion and remembered the battle.

The master will not accept failure if such an important mission fails.

Losec raised one of his sharp claws, placed it on his smooth belly, extended the tip of the claw slowly downwards, and cut open his stomach.

The other, less exaggerated, mutant hand reached in, rummaged around inside, pulled out a handful of internal organs, and threw them on the ground.

With the senses magnified, the pain of disembowelment becomes more intense, and along with the extreme pain comes intense pleasure. The master's blessing is so contradictory and twisted.

With trembling legs, Losec used his own organs and blood to draw on the ground a picture and symbol that seemed extremely evil, blasphemous, and cruel to humans.

"I'm sorry, Master. Please punish me. I failed miserably. With the power you gave me, I could have completed the mission. But that golden guy suddenly intervened. His golden power attached to the burning sword and cut off my head."

Losek knelt on the ground, painting, praying, and speaking. "I intend to use my life and blood to wash away this failure. May the glory of the master crush all enemies who oppose the master."

Chapter 129 Conspiracy Construction

Losec not only uses its internal organs for sacrifice and prayer, but also its life and essence. Judging from its facial expression, this process is very painful, but judging from the water stains on the ground, this process is also very painful.

The feelings of pain and pleasure reached their peak, like a bloody bait that lured the deep malice beneath the sea. A shadow seemed to fall over the entire secret room, weighing heavily on the real universe.

A purple eyeball appeared above the magic circle, with endless malice and desire in its eyes.

After being lightly looked at by this eye, Losek's body could not help but tremble. He could no longer make any movement and lay on the ground like a fish that had been electrocuted, shaking. I don't know if it was because of pain or some other experience.

"Death? That's a mercy to you!" It was not a sound, but a concept of understanding that filled the entire room.

Losec's body began to melt, and more strange things grew out of the melted liquid, including tentacles, eyeballs, and teeth.

Cornwall, who was standing nearby, walked up calmly, bowed slightly to the eye, and greeted it politely.

"It's a piece of junk, but it's still useful," said Cornwall.

The purple eyeball turned its gaze and looked at Cornwall, whose body was like an ant in front of Losec.

"It's you! You cunning fellow! ....Is it your conspiracy again this time?"

Cornwall didn't answer directly. He smiled and said, "We have a basis for cooperation, don't we? Besides, isn't my information correct? Isn't this soul and this food delicious enough?"

The purple eyeballs did not express an attitude immediately, they just stared at Cornwall.

"It looks like you're injured?" Cornwall's words were very annoying. "But don't worry, the target this time won't be that difficult. We are gods, we shouldn't be as petty as these ants."

"I don't trust you." The purple eyeballs expressed their attitude.

"I don't need your trust. We are just cooperating, right? I get the knowledge I desire, and you get the food you like. This is very fair." Cornwall seemed to think that the thing in front of him would definitely accept his conditions.

"How can you ensure that the same thing won't happen again?"

"I can't guarantee anything. Everything has risks, just like the mummy sitting on the golden throne who always acts faster than he thinks."

“Is this food worth taking such a big risk…”

"That's what you need to think about. I only provide help and necessary intelligence."

An eye and a 'human' stared at each other for a long time.

Losek, which had melted in pain and wailing, is slowly recovering. New muscles are growing on its body and a brand new body is being formed.

"I will put in some effort, but if I find out what tricks you are playing, I will make you pay the price."

The purple eyeballs looked at the recovered Losec, "This is your last chance. Build the magic circle and let my legion enter here. Give me the delicious sacrifices and souls."

After delivering the order, the purple eyeball slowly disappeared as if being erased by an eraser. The real world would not allow such a thing to exist for a long time.

Losec knelt on the ground and waited for a long time before it dared to stand up. The feeling of every part of its body melting just now was a huge fear, but this fear was only the tip of the iceberg of eternal torture.

It had to seize this last chance. It lowered its head and said to Cornwall, "What should I do? What should I do?"

"Do what you do best, corrupt mortals, perform their so-called blasphemous rituals, and open the gates of the warp. Bring your master's legion into this planet." Cornwall answered easily. He did not expect much from this waste, Losec. Its value had been exhausted.

"No, I mean how can it be done." Losek became much more humble.

"That depends on your own wisdom. My apostle will help you. He has enough status to allow you to carry out your actions smoothly on this planet. But how to achieve it depends on you. Don't worry, you haven't lost your last chance yet."

Cornwall laughed a gloating laugh, but the weird smile disappeared after a while, and his expression became distorted and terrified.

Losek felt the disappearance of that great power, and the pressure in his heart was relieved, but his mood also became heavy. Without that great power, could he complete his master's mission?

"Mortal, tell me everything you know, everything about yourself, and everything on this planet." Facing the real Cornwall, Losek's tone returned to being arrogant.

Knowing that he had no way out, Cornwall could only suppress his fear of facing the devil, nodded and said, "Okay..."

......

Kester at the front had no idea of ​​what was happening in Glory Castle, nor could he have known. He was being tortured by the battle situation at the front.

The greenskin wave finally came, faster, more violent, and more terrifying than Keister had imagined.

Fighting was going on at almost every point on the defense line. The consumption of ammunition, the loss of troops, the medical treatment of the wounded, and the rotation of troops were all issues that Kester had to consider.

If the Mechanicus had not brought a Warlord-class Titan, he would have also had three Emperor Baneblade heavy tanks to provide support across the entire front, and the defense line might have collapsed long ago.

Titan can be understood as a large combat robot, a powerful decisive battle weapon

It would have been better if Cornwall had not been given an Emperor's Baneblade heavy tank, but it is not a loss to exchange a Baneblade for the full support of the Planetary Guard.

There are many types of Emperor's Bane Blade heavy tanks, which are rare and are also decisive battle weapons.