Chapter 213 Archon of Arundnar

Amaraga felt that his body was locked by Archon Alendenar, and he sighed, "Who are you?"

"I am Archon Alendenar."

"Ridiculous."

The cyst on his back shot out high-speed flesh spikes, and these pale flesh and blood were hard and sharp, sweeping Archon Alendenar's figure.

A dull sound of penetrating the ground came, and Amaraga didn't even turn his head, but his back grew eyes and faces again, and those joints that were changed into universal joints didn't need to consider what was the front.

Looking at Archon Alendenar running towards him, Amaraga moved his fingers, as if he had activated something, "You should know that this is Gomo. And I have lived in this city for tens of thousands of years."

"I infiltrated this city. Just like my body."

Amaraga raised his hand, and the ground in front of him squirmed with his mind. The internal structure of these building materials for Gomo was contaminated by the assimilated cells that Amaraga had mixed into them long ago.

These cells have been dormant for so long, waiting for their master's call, and now Amaraga has to mobilize these servants who have been lying in ambush for a long time.

The assimilated cells are not picky at all, growing from the inside of these materials and then breaking out of the ground.

Amaraga controls the assimilated cells in these buildings, as if he has mastered the power of gods, and the entire area moves according to his thoughts.

The waves of buildings are coming towards Archon Arundnar as if they are alive, and the dark cracks under his feet are also rapidly opening up, trying to swallow him directly.

But Archon Arundnar showed a powerful strength that he should not have and an agility that is extremely beyond the standard of the Dark Eldar.

The spear in his hand creates tunnels and holes in the huge waves of rocks, and every time he can rely on his speed to jump away from the fate of falling into the abyss before the cracks are completely opened.

"What a trouble."

Amaraga looked at Arundnar like a hungry hound smelling a bone, and rushed to him desperately, "Who are you? What's the use of you wanting these?"

Raising his hand suddenly, the ground where Amaraga was standing rose up, and at the same time, the Page of Reis with the 12 mantras was lifted up to the sky. Amaraga saw the tiny figure under his feet and felt that it would take some time for him to climb this unstable mountain.

This paper must be taken. Amaraga held the page in his hand without any protective measures, and he felt that his hand was in great pain.

It must be sent to the rebirth room. Prepare the teleporter.

The wound between the left and right mouths was sutured, and where it was torn open, there was a mysterious spherical creation inside, suspended in the hollow ventricle of Amaraga's brain, and activated according to his mind.

Although from the perspective of others, Amaraga seemed to be opening his bloody mouth to eat the Page of Reis directly and roughly.

A spear hit Amaraga's head, and then a blue figure appeared in the eyes behind Amaraga.

"How is this possible? He shouldn't have climbed up here so quickly."

No one answered Amaraga's question, and the Page of Reis that he almost swallowed was slapped away by the blue giant.

"Damn it!"

Amaraga was so angry that he released all the billions of compressed bone restrictions on his body, allowing his flesh and blood to be completely released.

The meat ball that suddenly expanded knocked the spear away and squeezed the giant away. The buildings infected by the assimilated cells on the ground were attracted to the meat ball in the air of Amaraga, and at the same time, the Page of Reis that was floating in the wind was also wrapped in it.

The blue giant was very anxious, and the spear that was knocked away into pieces flew towards him and was reassembled in his hand.

The spear and its master made their way through the oppression of the meat mountain. The high-speed swinging and cutting were as efficient as a meat grinder, but he could only avoid being crushed by the meat mountain in front of him, that was all.

"It's meaningless to go on like this. I have to use it again."

The giant waved the spear. He had used it once before to quickly climb up the abruptly rising peak, and now he was going to use it again.

The price was so high. But letting a crazy blood-pitying master master this miracle put the entire universe in danger.

The giant spoke, spitting out a word in pain.

"Stop"

Everything stopped, completely still, the particles and electrons in the space stopped running, the air stopped flowing, and the hideous meat mountain turned into a crazy statue.

The giant felt his whole body fall into a stagnant coldness. He knew that his heart stopped beating and his blood became viscous. Muscles stiffened, and thoughts began to go numb.

He desperately squeezed his body to its limits, moving in this stagnant time and space, approaching the place where the Page of Reis was swallowed.

"By the way, why did it stop?"

A strange voice came, which seemed so abrupt in this completely silent space.

How could this be possible? It was impossible for someone to move under the word "stop", and the air stopped vibrating, so how did the sound come? Could it be that the real creator appeared in front of him?

The giant tried to look back in the direction of the sound, and saw only a ragged human standing with his hands on his hips in the distance, watching him and the fully released Amaraga.

The Creator. Is this what he looks like?

He felt his thoughts become smooth again, and the electronic particles in the space returned to their way of operation, and the sticky air became light and empty from being difficult to push.

Everything in front of him began to become vivid, and Amaraga's crazy meat mountain pressed on the distracted giant.

"It's over."

A sigh came, and the giant was pressed to the ground by the meat mountain, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead in the thick rain of smoke and crushed flesh and blood.

Amaraga's body in the center of the meat mountain was sweating profusely. He just saw the canned monkey disguised as the Archon of Arendnar in front of him instantly penetrated his flesh and blood several hundred meters thick.

He was sure that everything just now had no involvement of psychic power and technology, just like the birth and death without reason, he just crossed into his flesh and blood without reason.

It was about to approach the Page of Reis that he had protected.

Today was a good day. There were so many truths in front of him. Could it be that the Creator was taking pity on him, Amaraga?

But why did he suddenly become distracted during the attack?

Amaraga followed the giant's attention and saw a strange monkey walking towards him.

An Eldar Ark, which was much larger than the Spear of Aton.