Chapter 599 Spring Outing

All the demons said that they wanted to make the big family harmonious and happy.

The trumpets and drums sounded again. This time, the demons ate in the music that sounded like vomiting. They would have more strength to work after they were full.

The inside of the fruit was gnawed out into rooms, and the relatively tough outer skin was left as a wall to protect the structure. Each demon found their room and happily invited other demons who had not found a room to visit them.

There was a coughing and laughing sound. The face at the bottom of the fruit opened its mouth and stared. It relied on its tongue and eyeballs to drive the fruit forward. They entered the gap and appeared in the real universe the next moment.

The fruit became more filthy and corrupt after being separated from the modification of the subspace energy. The shrunken peel was pale like a dead person soaked in water. The demon living in it cut holes in the peel to serve as windows. As the dying and decaying fermented, indescribable yellow-green gas was spewing out.

The energy of the warp gave these gases strange abilities. Just by witnessing this scene, the living people in the field could smell a disgusting stench.

The rotten fruits spewing poisonous gas and intestinal fluids headed towards the War Ark. They screamed the language of demons and wanted to bring the War Lord back to his father.

This mutation could only make the War Lord more angry. He glared at the Death Fearers and absorbed all the psychic energy of the Ark. He was dying, but he didn't care about it.

Hierophant Inamas shrank the exploding star and pressed it into his hand to turn it into a hot battery. Rotaros' body had been completely burned, but the existence of the Rebirth Protocol allowed him to return to the battlefield with the help of other warriors.

What should be done?

The Hierophant looked at the battlefield, hoping to find a suitable way to end this chaotic situation. The Death Army and other Eldar were in the center of the battlefield. First of all, these weaklings must be eliminated from the battlefield.

Although these remnants of the Spirit Empire have forgotten the power of their ancestors, Hierophant Inarmas clearly remembers how much trouble a Phoenix Lord can bring to them.

The way those Nurgle demons came to the battlefield was too abrupt, which made the Hierophant alert. Just now, he learned about the fluctuations of the Deceiver from Rotaros's data. Perhaps Valgur is also waiting in the shadow of the battlefield.

It is necessary to reduce energy consumption as much as possible. It may not be easy to deal with the Deceiver and the Skinner Dynasty next.

Secretly making a plan, Hierophant Inarmas decided to send the Subjective away. He did not want the Subjective to participate too much in large-scale wars. His awakening must be avoided, both directly and indirectly.

The Subjective ate the remains of the Star God without blushing and beating his heart, which was enough to horrify him. God knows what he will think about after witnessing the battle between the Phoenix Lord and the Dynasty.

"Distinguished guest, can you help us deal with those demons? We have to divide the battlefield. A Phoenix Lord who wants to die is not so easy to deal with."

"Okay, the Empire is also an old hand at dealing with demons. Besides, we still have these Slaanesh demons that have rushed out of the seal." Lin Fan nodded in agreement and turned back to call Irafren back, "You go first, we will follow closely."

"The number." A lustful demon had a face like peach blossoms, and his already pink skin was glowing with a brighter color because of excitement and sadness.

"What number? This is just a small episode." Lin Fan laughed a few times, but did not say the third number that the demons were eager for.

The demons of Slaanesh held their breath, they resisted the desire to scream, and slid towards the fruit of Nurgle. The way Slaanesh demons travel through the universe is very interesting. They circle and rush like dancing. There is a very tempting mouth in the center of the flower that suddenly grows, and the slender tongue exuding fragrance stretches towards the fruit of Nurgle.

"Why are those immoral bastards here?" A Plague Bearer looked at the clamor of the Slaanesh demons angrily, and the flies around him were also buzzing angrily.

"They must want to take Isa's child away. Immoral bastards like to do such immoral things the most!" Other Plague Bearers grumbled and complained.

"We can't let these bastards succeed. The child belongs to the kind father and Isa!" The Great Unclean One reached into the gap in his abdomen with his big hand, squeezed out some fragments and his rusty sword from his intestines.

"For the kind father!" The Nurgle demon roared and fought with the Slaanesh demons.

The Slaanesh demons also wanted to shout, but the third number they had been thinking about had not yet arrived, so they could only hold it in uncomfortably. This resentment strengthened the Slaanesh demons, making them more furious and less playful in their slashing.

Lin Fan and the others were teleported into the warship and left the space of the Necrontyr Pyramid. Perturabo took a deep breath. The dead and cold tomb made him a little breathless.

"Okay, let our warriors practice! These demons are exactly what they should fight!" Perturabo shouted, and the Lamenters responded to his call. The commander of the warband Hope was ready for battle. He was surrounded by the promoted veteran captain and the pharmacist.

"Okay, let me take a look at our current warband." Hope prayed to the Emperor, thanking him for his mercy and kindness. Each combat team was normal, with a full standard of ten people, but the larger number of medical interns behind them destroyed this neat scene.

And these interns have a perfect set of words to deal with possible imperial censorship.

"Can you tell me again? That's what the elders taught you."

"I'll be happy to help." The pharmacist cleared his throat. Every time he shouted, a group of medical interns responded with a uniform stamping sound.

"Orthopedic Company! Surgical Company! Anesthesiology Company! Nursing Company! ENT Company! Gynecology Company! Pediatric Company"

The stamping sound continued, and Hope couldn't help asking his pharmacist if the existence of pediatric and gynecological companies was a bit too much.

"Otherwise, there would be nothing left, and the anorectal department would be left."

"Okay."

Hope sighed helplessly. Although it was a bit strange, he was still happy to see that the regiment could become so powerful.

The other two regiments, Ash Claw and Man-eater Shark, were commanded by Chagatai. Netanev couldn't help laughing at the medical organization of the Man-eater Shark Third Company, and Tiberus' face under the helmet was also awkwardly silent.

"Haha! This is really interesting. Fortunately, we are organized as a legion, so we don't have to do such self-deception." Netanev's laughter made Tiberus feel even more unhappy.

The Chaos Four Gods (sadness) in Lin Fan's eyes became understandable and tangible.