Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

"This is…"

Tzeentch felt pain when a handful of his strength was pinched, and was about to get angry, but he saw the headquarters of the Technician Society.

"Great stuff! Can you do it? If not, let us do it!"

Although the other three were not interested, they had a tacit understanding and cooperated with Jianqi.

Sigma said nothing, but called upon his psychic energy. With the help of his solid armor and inexhaustible psychic energy, he pushed forward with all his might.

Ironically, psychics use their psychic powers mostly to distort the laws of physics in order to gain advantage by using asymmetric laws and destroy their enemies.

Sigma borrowed a large amount of psychic energy at this time in order to balance the distorted laws and keep both parties in a normal state as much as possible.

This is the experience gained from fighting against the fragments of the Star God. The forces of illusion and reality conflict with each other. You need to be familiar with each other's rhythm and seize the opportunity of the ebb and flow of the tide to counterattack.

The necromancer was also struggling to maintain the attack. He didn't expect that in such a place, bullying the leader of a small tribe would be so difficult and he couldn't put up a fight.

The body and core of the Necrons are not as good as those of the Star Gods. Maintaining high-intensity and precise operations for a long time will cause great damage to the body's lifespan and core computing power.

Throw the opponent into a blank timeline, consume his life, and let him decay in the increasing entropy.

Nurgle helped provide a static shield while Tzeentch searched back and forth to retrieve the person.

Use fire and stars to attack from a distance.

Khorne grants protection against ranged attacks and increases fire resistance.

Increases flesh distortion and infuses excess compounds to interfere with the flesh within the armor.

Slaanesh volunteered to remove excess tissue, imprint self-repair circuits at the atomic level, and add some flesh and blood to enhance Sigmar's appearance and expand his invisible charm among the human population.

The scholars sent out inter-dimensional lightning, trying to electrocute Sigma until he was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Tzeentch hurriedly contributed the transformation crystal to receive electricity and store energy.

Latitude lightning is a good thing. It has abundant power and many uses.

The most important thing is that it is rare and you can’t find more even if you want more.

The angry scholars began to collapse the spatial dimension, trying to crush this annoying accident directly.

Chaos Tide: Quickly charge your psychic energy. This is the only way to erode the real universe in the future. Don't waste the opportunity to practice!

Create an iron golem, holding a phase sword, to consume the opponent's strength.

Khorne was very happy and said that a true warrior should fight to the death.

He roared and condensed the blood axe, stuffed it into Sigma's hand, and provided him with strength.

Slaanesh felt that combat also required a display of skill, and not to lag behind Khorne, so he gave away a combat sword and provided techniques.

Send a high-level assassin to take action.

Tzeentch provides prophetic vision, and Khorne sends bloody additional armor protection.

Don't kill people. The scholars are tired, so just send the other party away.

The psychic tides rose and fell, sending Sigma back precisely - at worst we could just wait it out.

After several attacks and being resisted by the opponent, the scholars could not hold on any longer.

After all, their bodies are not good enough. If they were really good, they would have become the King of the Undead long ago. Who would come out to work alone?

Cracks covered the body, the activity of the living metal was constantly consumed, black smoke kept coming out of the core, and green electric fire poured out like a waterfall. The body had reached its limit.

"Go ahead, I'll let you go."

"This is the home planet of mankind. It is you who should leave."

"I just don't want to consume more energy, not that I can't kill you."

"Leave immediately. I don't want to consume too much energy."

After going back and forth over and over again, the necromancer scholar hoped that Sigma and his team would leave quickly and not hinder him from collecting samples.

Sigma just wants these guys to leave Terra and go out and annoy the Silent King.

But the scholars cannot leave, and the collection work cannot be stopped once it has begun.

So Sigma couldn't leave either. When the collection work was completed, Terra exploded.

During the stalemate, the siege barrier was shattered once again.

Malcador came in. He had enough strength and skills, and the help of the psionic tides. It was his first time traveling in the warp, so he contacted the other party and quickly sent him to Terra and released him.

The necromancer, knowing that the situation would get worse, did not hold out any hope. If he failed, he failed. There was no reason for it.

The Eldar were almost dead, and the last batch of sacrificed ones had only a few drops of blood left from their wounds.

"Activate the ultimate form of the Tower of Babel."

The bodies of the necromancers melted and flowed down. The bodies of the Eldar withered soon after, leaving only a thin sheet of skin.

The battle instinct told Sigmar that he must follow the opponent's procedure to launch a sneak attack, but reason and Tzeentch were frantically warning him - don't go over there.

The smooth surface of the altar is abruptly concave, descending in the shape of a pyramid.

The foundation is solid and heavy, and it becomes more and more illusory as you go up, until the top of the tower becomes completely transparent.

The space was dark, and so thick that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

“This attack was originally intended for Szalak… but you are also a lackey of Catan, so I won’t blame you for using it.

And you, the dregs of the sea of ​​souls, die together!"

Chaos, sensing something was wrong, scattered like birds and beasts, trying to leave the space rift, but it couldn't close it in such a hurry.

They can't go up and close it manually because if they get close, the rift will be stretched open.

The light came on, frighteningly white and frighteningly sharp, as if returning to the big bang that created the world.

Subconsciously, Sigma protected Elda and Malcador behind him and faced the attack head-on.

No matter how hard Vashtor tried, he was still a step behind and it was too late.

The Chaos still insisted on running. They didn't want to take the attack. They had a bright future and didn't want to die here.

The light suddenly came on and nothing happened.

The Twin-Tailed Comet blocked the attack for them

Sigma silently looked at the battleship lying in his palm. The intelligent control core was dead, and the standard manufacturing template and the core inside worked together to save them.

The battleship's color faded, and the bleak gray marked the complete end of life.

The pyramid let out a faint groan, its body stretched out its cover, breaking through the spatial shield and revealing the world.

With a rumbling sound, the Twin-Tailed Comet turned into dust, and was buried in Terra along with countless STCs inside.