Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The screams of the Death Saint interrupted the torrent of flesh and blood of the crowd in Lorne again and again, and the originally empty eye sockets shone with scarlet light.

The two eye sockets were like searchlights, projecting the light of hatred onto the people of Lorne.

The already ferocious body of the people in Lorne undergoes more rapid and irregular mutations under the illumination of red light, and bone spurs penetrate the body, without any regard to whether these things will affect the activities of his body.

A new big mouth formed from a big mouth, and the two big mouths devoured each other. The flesh and skin all over his body burst open and formed new flesh and reincarnated again.

Sister Reese felt the mad pain of the crowd in Lorne. She noticed that a page of the book in her hand was glowing, and she tremblingly tried to turn the page.

Her actions were then interrupted as the Lorne crowd completely collapsed. This huge aggregate of flesh and blood lost its activity due to high-speed mutation and self-disintegration.

The whole beast is like a bowl of meat dumped in the sandbox of the real estate market. At a glance, you will feel that it is so troublesome and disgusting to clean up.

Reese was lying in the weak flesh. She found the book, touched the wall, and tried to communicate with them, "Everyone! Are you okay? Are you still alive?"

“…”

The chaotic sound of mumbling came. Reese couldn't understand what the crowd in Lorne wanted to say, but she felt that the day of relief for everyone was coming.

The Death Saint landed on the head of the meaty body, opened his mouth and prepared to give the wild body the final blow.

"..."

The flesh and mud trembled and gathered together to form two trembling walls, blocking the way between the Death Saint and Sister Reese. The pulpy flesh and blood slid down in puddles, and then were pushed up again.

"Haha... This wild animal has quite a strong sense of self. Should I expand the number of animals it cultivates?" Amalaga watched all this with interest.

The Death Saint spoke, his screams shattering the wall of flesh, and the sound pressed hard on Reese's body.

Reese was crushed, the bones in her body were broken, and the muscles all over her body dissolved into blood. Her face was pressed against the wall, feeling that her vision was scarlet.

"Is this the end? Sister... everyone... are we going to continue to suffer?"

Reese's consciousness became increasingly blurred, glass fluid dripped from her broken eyeballs, and the nerves were tormenting her brain with throbbing pains.

She should not have been able to see it, but she did see the light of the complete collection of hymns through her messed-up eyes. The book in which Reese had never read any words was turning the pages under her gaze.

That page... is the page that Lady Aurora pinched originally...

There are runes on it that Reese has never seen before, but Reese seems to be able to read the words on it. It's really strange, why can he read it out?

Her soul told her not to say it aloud, even a similar sound, or you would die.

But her soul told her that this was the end of all lies.

Reese's consciousness gradually blurred, and she hoarse her voice. The human throat could not support such weird pronunciation. The structure of her throat collapsed and turned into an extremely weird appearance.

Even if Trazin came, he would not be able to completely dissect this magical biological structure. It seems that it is the end of the evolution of all living things. You can tell at a glance that it represents all the sound generators in the universe.

"..." Reese tried to speak out, forcing his alienated voice to speak the words little by little.

Amalaga's expression suddenly changed. He felt something familiar, something he had been looking for, coming from the flesh in front of the Death Saint.

His eyes widened, and that calm look was completely gone. He felt his heart clenching suddenly, and a sense of reality rising from the origin of his patched soul.

"This..." Amalaga struggled, tearing off the tough skin on his neck and removing the ring-shaped bones that restrained the flesh. His neck expanded rapidly. If anyone could see what it looked like, He will find that the structure inside this neck is exactly the same as Sister Reese's mutated throat.

Slighter than the sound of the breeze blowing on the face, Amaraga heard the last word spoken by Sister Reese.

"Destroy"

The figure of Sister Reese disappeared with the exit of this word, the people of Lorne who were like flesh and mud around them also disappeared, and the Death Saint floating in the sky also disappeared.

All the surrounding scenes seemed to have been erased with eraser, empty and void of anything.

Amalaga felt the destruction approaching him, blood spurted out from his throat, and the flesh and blood on his body dissolved and mutated again, just like the Lorne crowd that finally stimulated all the activities.

Amalaga's twisted body also forced out a word. It was not as standard as Reese said, but it was better because he read it completely and in a louder voice.

"pregnancy"

Just like the water vapor-rich space rapidly cooled down and those ice crystals condensed out of thin air, pale organic matter was generated out of thin air with Amalaga's words.

Unreasonable erasure and unreasonable growth occurred in this ruined city. Pale organic matter and invisible annihilation collided in the air, without any debris falling.

Amalaga watched the confrontation between Annihilation and All Life in the air, struggling with his body. Saying such a word caused the flesh and blood of the billions of victims that he had compressed into his body through surgery over the years to disintegrate.

There is no longer any need to use the minced meat and bones that fell on the ground.

Almost half of Amaraga's body disintegrated, and the flesh and blood under the pale skin had no freshness at all. Instead, it reflected dark light like high-density steel.

The entire person's internal appearance looked more like a ferocious dead tree than a living creature.

Amaraga controlled the gravity crystal installed in his spine, floated down from high altitude, and was annihilated, leaving a smooth, circular crater with perfect arcs.

There was a faintly shining page in the center, which fell to the ground. All the madness just now seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Amaraja landed excitedly and cautiously on the ground, stretched out an eyeball with his flesh limb, trying to see what kind of words were engraved on it.

The eyeballs on the flesh limbs just saw the edge of the text recorded on it, and Amalaga's body throbbed with pain. He had never felt this kind of feeling since he mastered the seamless flesh and blood compression.

Hurry and cut off this aching limb. Amaraja is completely sure that this shimmering page contains a curse! It is the word of the Creator!

And it is one of the 12 mantras with the most powerful power and effectiveness...

What a blessing...such a treasure actually appeared in front of me! I am one step closer to that great dream! His tens of thousands of years of looting and searching were not in vain, and he finally found him again...

Amalaga tried to contain the piece of paper recording the 12 mantras, but he felt a familiar figure approaching him.

"Arendnar Consul...I advise you not to cause trouble for yourself..."

Spells have only appeared in Dan Abel's novels, and have never appeared widely in the GW Hammer universe. There is another more interesting force, the Wen Dao School