Chapter 640 The Beginning of Deception

"That's why you Ark people are useless wimps." Victor opened his palm, and a bright Isha's Tear was reflecting Iverene's compassionate face.

As a token of the Eldar God of Life and Love, Isha's Tear can not only bring back the dead, but also awaken the greatest kindness in the hearts of those with conscience.

Of course, you have to have a conscience before it can be awakened. Victor is obviously not one of them. His heart is pure black.

Iverene's eyes were firmly locked by Isha's Tear, and her body softened. She embraced the dying Victor like a gentle mother to her child.

"You bastard."

"I didn't lie to you. I'm really going to die." Victor was very satisfied with Iverene's anger. His chest opened, and a yellow dice similar to the material of the fraudster's eyes was spinning and shaking. Iverene felt that something was wrong the moment she saw the dice. She tried her best to control herself to get rid of the dying Victor, but it was difficult to suppress her compassion.

The dice jingled, and there was only silence between the two. The power of the dice became weaker and weaker, and the voice gradually became lower. Victor suddenly spoke: "As a slave, my luck has always been good."

The dice fell, and Evelyne could not understand the symbols on it at all, but looking at Victor's raised mouth and the whispers in her ears, she knew that this conspirator of Gemo had got the result he wanted.

"Success, just right."

In an instant, the offensive and defensive situation reversed, and Evelyne and Victor changed their positions. Instead, Evelyne lay weakly in Victor's cold arms. She frowned, and felt that the spiritual energy in her body was sucked clean in an instant.

Victor tasted the taste of Evelyne's face with his scarlet tongue, and had no intention of killing her at all.

At this moment, Evelyne saw many faces on Victor's face, these faces were erratic and ever-changing. She couldn't tell whether these faces were what creatures should look like.

"This is just the beginning, young girl who has just started out."

Victor looked at Ivrenee meaningfully, and then detonated his body. The complex psychic explosion blew Ivrenee away and shattered the barrier between her and him. The Chosen One of the God of Death shed a line of blood in the air and fell like a kite with a broken string.

Coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood, Ivrenee felt that her whole body was wrapped in the biting cold. The flames of the God of Death would not bring her any warmth. The flames of these dead even magnified the pain brought by the conspiracy power of the Black Muse by hundreds of times.

Reluctantly opening her eyes, Ivrenee finally saw only Fulgrim's emotionless and indifferent face.

It's really unbearable to let humans see my miserable side. Ivrenee thought drowsily, and somehow, Guilliman's body appeared in her mind.

Fulgrim looked at Ivrenee in his arms, her face was pale and red, and he didn't know what was going on. He could only hand her over to the prophets of the Eldar to deal with.

Victor's explosion created a strange shadow monster. Almost all the creatures of Gomor could be seen on this monster, with the head of an orc, the legs of a Tyranid, and the narrow eyes of a dark elf. This group of monsters shrank in the spewing, and the blades and poisons spewed out as they deformed.

Celes felt that her chest was being tortured by the unbearable heat and incomprehensible coldness. She reached out and took out the meat flower she had collected.

The meat flower given to her by the Emperor of God no longer had the material of meat. The whole body was replaced by pink crystals. As soon as Celes took out the meat flower, it began to deform and eventually became a transparent little pigeon.

The pigeon looked at Celes and cooed. Celes understood what she meant. She held the pigeon, posed like a pitcher, and threw the pigeon towards the shadow.

The pigeon dissipated when it landed on the shadow. The pink fragrance was seeping into the shadow little by little. Vines were generated in circles, binding and shrinking the shadow.

Roca heard Tzeentch's ridicule of Slaanesh in his mind. He thought it was time for him to play a role, but Tzeentch still asked him to stay put and wait for the right time.

Now only Drazar, Amaraga and the Degraded Warriors were left. Facing the hostility of the Eldar and humans, the two of them showed no fear.

Throwing Fabius aside, Amaraga took out a Blood Relic, which was a Chaos Relic given to Fabius by Valgur. It can be seen that Fabius did not have the ability to protect this relic in front of Amaraga.

"Is this what you rely on? Then you are ready to die!" Perturabo ordered the troops to launch a general attack. He wanted to completely crush this disgusting thing in front of him.

Dorn, Chagatai, and Kronfugen, the three of them became the sharpest spearheads. The human warriors just looked at their backs and endless energy and enthusiasm emerged from their bodies.

Amaraja sighed. The degraded bodies can already break away from control and complete simple tactical coordination, but the extremely cheap mass production means that the degraded bodies are extremely weak in the face of truly powerful individuals. The randomness of the subspace is too great. Although the degraded body legion does not need logistics, the wide range of weapons makes it difficult for the degraded bodies to form a unified combat force.

At present, the most powerful feature of the degraded bodies is the infection and assimilation feature. Maybe I can go to a few forge worlds and fortress worlds to see if I can infect enough Titans and super-heavy tanks from them to make up for the randomness of the degraded body weapons.

Looking at Drazar beside him, Amaraga handed over the Blood Sacred Artifact.

"I know you just want to chop people, so why don't you call more people to chop together?"

Drazar ignored Amaraga. Although he was chopped by Chagatai's scimitar and had many scars on his body, he still excitedly rotated the blade, imagining the scene of the blades colliding in his mind again and again.

"You can't deal with this group of people. This sacred artifact can call you reliable demon allies."

Drazar took a few steps forward and ignored Amaraga's words. He was ready to chop.

The Blood Sacred Artifact was a little excited. The cooled blood was boiling because of Drazar's fighting spirit, even though Drazar refused the help of the sacred artifact.

Drazar saluted Chagatai who rushed over to thank him for the satisfaction he brought him in the confrontation. Such behavior made the Blood Sacred Artifact's eyes burst into flames. The more unyielding and pure the warrior was, the more he would be appreciated by him.

As for the issue of chopping people, the Blood God didn't care where the blood came from or for whom it was shed.

Monk Servitor, if a Black Templar recruit fails the test, he will be transformed, and Dorn is furious.