Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

Chapter 172 Confused Kuroseil

A huge dead tree blocked Kuroseil's path. It was as huge as the remains of the World Tree. Its collapse cut off the entire world, like a crack on a bracelet.

Kuroseil tried to walk to the edge of the world, but every time he reached the edge, a strange force would suck all the matter back.

The "ground" underfoot is not metal, and the magnetic locks of the power boots cannot hold it in place.

Kurosel slid back to his original position with the mud.

This wolf brother was a little confused and a little unhappy.

He didn't dare take off his helmet, even though that was the best option to take advantage of the Space Wolves. The surrounding environment was extremely poisonous at first glance, and he didn't dare to bet on whether it was Chaos Corrosion.

Kuroseil once again looked at the remains of the giant tree that stretched across the "world", or in other words, a huge rotten wooden house.

The laughter of "Hahaha" came from the trees. He walked carefully, silently like a snowwolf preparing to launch a surprise attack. It was silent, and even the sound of the armor's rotation was eliminated.

Stepping on the dead wood, this seemingly completely corroded giant tree turned out to be unimaginably tough and perfectly withstood the weight of Kuroseil and the power armor.

When I find a way out, I must bring some to the technical sergeant. It should be a good thing.

Kurosel did not try to cut through the wood with his war blade. Instead, he used various broken branches and decayed tree holes to explore inside bit by bit.

Getting closer and closer, laughing just ahead.

Turning a tricky corner, Kuroseil saw a strange creature in front of him. The opponent's back should be facing him. Kuroseil could only see fine scales on its body.

The creature in front of me had no legs, just as fat as a caterpillar, but it seemed to have arms.

Kuroseil quickly threw a small piece of wood, and a creature turned around.

Its "face" only has big eyes, and its skin color is dark green, which must have been corroded by Chaos. It had no other facial features and did have four arms, which also confused Kuroseil even more.

No mouth? Its laughter seems to come from inside the body, and I don't know why.

Kurosel temporarily calls them the "Laughing Tribe".

Kuroseil did not act rashly. It was obvious that he was in an extremely dangerous state now. He was alone, without the guidance of veterans, and could not judge the current situation. His only advantage is that he is a Primaris Astartes of the Space Wolves.

Kuroseil retreated quietly, like an old wolf pack confirming its prey, slowly swimming around the prey, looking for the best position to attack.

He sneaked to another location, in an area above a huge tree, where there was a group of laughing enemies sitting together.

Kurosel finally cheered up, and he saw something different, a Nurgling.

The Nurgling jumped around happily, with thick pus constantly falling from its body. It was very happy, surrounded by the company of its "family", and the world full of plagues around it was warm and comfortable to it.

This little guy now jumped hard, jumped on a "laughing clan", and then slowly climbed to the top of its head.

The plump caterpillar structure makes the Nurgling appear to be climbing a mountain.

It stood at the "highest point", squeaked and said something, and Kuroseil secretly pulled out the war blade on the side.

Like all Astartes, if faced with such a situation, there was no point in lurking. He also chose to fight for chaos and chaos for change.

On the dead wood, a drop of khaki sticky juice fell. The moment it dropped to the "ground", Kuroseil immediately rioted and attacked quickly with a few steps. Before the Nurgling could even complete its turn, a knife had already killed it. Cut in half.

Slimy green "blood" and rotten internal organs stuck to the blade, but Kuroseil's sword skills did not slow down and continued to slash at other creatures.

The "Laughing Tribe" suddenly let out a burst of high-frequency laughter, warning the surrounding tribesmen that an enemy was coming.

The "Laughing Tribe" that was decapitated by Kuroseil did not say it was dead. Its head was still shaking and bursts of laughter came out. However, its body exploded like a balloon filled with water, blowing away masses of dark green internal organs. And dark flesh and blood exploded everywhere.

Kuroseil, who didn't have much experience, made the next decision on the spot and continued to chop until it was chopped into pieces.

In a few seconds, all the "Laughing Clan" here were killed by Kuroseil.

Kurosel corrected the information. These laughter seemed to be some kind of communication network. The laughter of the "Laughing Tribe" in the entire world formed a huge intelligence network.

When the voice of a "Laughing Tribe" changes or disappears, it means the appearance of an enemy.

Kuroseil doesn't seem to be able to understand why this creature has evolved such a strange mechanism. This usually appears on mechanical instruments and seems to consume too much energy for the creature.

But there was no time for him to think now. The whole ancient tree was trembling, and he didn't know how many enemies were coming towards this direction.

A skinny "Laughing Clan" seems to be the leader of all the tribesmen. It is carried by the tribesmen. The simple sedan made of dead wood and broken branches looks a bit fragile, but it sits steadily in the middle, with four arms. He kept waving, as if he was commanding the entire race with body language.

After so many years, something else finally came, a new family.

Nurgle's power fluctuates. During the previous Fourteenth Crusade of Abaddon, the large-scale plagues he spread were enough to temporarily push him to the same level as Khorne and even become the strongest evil god. However, when the warp storm dispersed Go, the plague was contained under the coordination of the empire, and when the living saints moved around and healed one planet after another, His power weakened.

Basically back to third position.

The families of the "Laughing Clan" gathered here, noisy and happy. It was really like a big family taking a spring outing and flocking to the place in front of Kuroseil.

At this time, Kuroseil had already rushed to the periphery of the dead tree. He climbed onto the outer skin of the dead tree. Although there were only some cracks on the bark of this fallen giant tree, from Kuroseil's perspective, Now, these cracks are big enough to be used as stairs.

He carefully judged the vibrations coming from the "tree" surface, trying to find out where the enemies had gathered before. There might be something there.

The confused Primaris warrior didn't know how to leave here, but that didn't stop him from getting straight to the core of his tactical thinking.

There was a loud noise and hundreds of hurried footsteps. Kurosel judged that it should be on the top floor, where the enemy mainly gathered.

On the top of the dead tree, there were guards from the "Laughing Clan" in twos and threes. They were lying boredly in a gap in the tree, not wanting to move.

Then they can no longer move.

Kurosel jumped down from the tree hole they were guarding. As soon as he landed, he saw several "Laughing Clan" panicking and picking up the sticks soaked in pus in their hands, and several Nurglings struggling to Climb towards the "wall".

The Astartes would not hold back on these creations of chaos, and they swept away the enemies in a flash of sword and flint.

To him, this group of "praetorian guards" was no different from other members of the same race.

The "spring outing" army below rushed back again. This time, they were extremely angry. Someone killed their family members. This is an absolute taboo.

find out! Give the murderer the death penalty!

Kuroseil didn't have time to stop for long. He ran wildly in the surrounding area, no longer covering his footsteps when running with all his strength. To the creatures below, the rumbling echo from the upper level was like the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing.

This is obviously a "high-end" residential area. It is surrounded by a "carpet" of moss. There are vines as the door to the room, and even a rotten tree hole as a window. A few dead leaves hang above it, simply covering it.

Kurosel did not go through the "door". He smashed several thin walls more violently and rampaged through the superstructure.

Finally, he found an altar, a large ring with seven sacrificial positions and seven standing areas behind each position. He didn't know what it was used for.

In the middle of the altar, there is a small bracelet, which is exactly the same as the one Kurosel found in space before. Kuroseil wanted to pick it up, but suddenly remembered that he was teleported here when he picked up this thing just now, so Kuroseil picked it up with his chain sword.

The chainsword suddenly turned violently, and the machine spirit became extremely agitated. The sword trembled slightly, making it difficult for the Primaris Astartes to hold it steady.

The small bracelet was lifted up, violent fluctuations occurred below it, and the altar began to collapse downwards.

This startled Kuroseil, and he jumped several times before getting away from the danger area. With Kuroseil's superb skills, the small bracelet rolled all the way along the chain sword to the hilt. Subsequently there is no rotation on the sword.

The irritability of the chain sword machine spirit disappeared, and the abnormal movement of the war blade was not caused by the bracelet.

Kuroseil looked towards the altar and saw only a deep hollow. Looking down, he saw an endless swamp.

The rich subspace light emitted, and the illuminated dead wood wall seemed to come alive, squirming strangely, as if new limbs were about to grow.

A truly huge subspace rift, where the uneasiness of the Chainsword Machine Soul comes from.

Kurosel immediately stayed away from here. This was not a way home, but instead led to a deeper hell.

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At this time, in the outside world, in the command system of the Crimson Torrent Chapter, what they saw was that Kurosel's fighter plane suddenly lost control, and then crashed directly into a meteorite and was inserted into the meteorite.

The rescue team immediately set off to rescue the "unskilled" warriors. Yifeng rubbed his temples. Very few warriors would be in this situation. Logically speaking, they shouldn't be. He is a descendant of the wolf group, not a salamander. The cub.

Not long after, the rescue team soldiers reported that the bird servant instrument showed that there was no trace of Kuroseil in the ruins. They didn't see any figure from the observation cabin of the fighter plane.

This made the soldiers become serious.

The Mark 10 power armor worn by Kuroseil will leave something behind even if your engine explodes, let alone a collision.

For this kind of situation, our response has always been to directly pull back all the wreckage of the fighter planes along with the meteorite.

A Primaris Astartes disappeared just like that. Yifeng was just like the amber-shaped thing he faced just now. He was carrying a shield and wearing heavy armor. He held an open chainsword in one hand and jumped from the gang in the other hand. A shield was procured there.

Now he is also wearing a flight module specially made for heavy armor by Belisarius Caul.

Yifeng slowly left the battle barge and jumped onto the meteorite.

Our guide approached the ruins cautiously.

And as the untouchable shield approached, the small bracelet lying quietly among the ruins of the fighter plane began to vibrate violently.

The entire world beneath Kuroseel's feet shook, and the entire "bracelet" world wailed.

The wolf brother immediately emerged from the large dead wood. When half of his body climbed out of the wood, the entire remains of the giant wood seemed to have lost its original hardness and became as "crispy" as a wafer biscuit.

The entire giant wooden "castle" collapsed.

Kuroseil is really rolling and crawling now, constantly jumping from various large broken objects in the air, and occasionally kicking a few "Laughing Tribes" to death.

The Mark X type power armor protected him, and it hit the mud heavily. The red armor was stained with dirt, and Kuroseil stood up unsteadily.

The earthquake stopped, and the whole world became smaller. A large amount of matter squeezed together and crushed each other. The entire ground turned into a sticky soup, scattered with broken wood limbs, long vines and debris. Patches of lichen.

The swamp is no longer static. Many vortices actually appeared, and a large amount of sediment flowed, constantly sucking some large materials into the depths of the world.

Occasionally, huge, incorruptible, hollow bone rods that can serve as homes for certain poisonous creatures float up, telling Kurosel that huge creatures have been here before.

Mosquitoes and flies were flying everywhere. Kuroseil looked up at the sky again and found that the world there was closer to him.

This holy object of chaos has launched a self-protection mechanism. Just like the frost demon can sleep in the real world to avoid the rebound of the real barrier, it has also shrunk into a jade ring, and then entered a fully sealed state.

As Yifeng approached, this holy object of chaos remained motionless, as if it was really an ordinary creation of nature.

The technical sergeant following Yifeng tried to analyze the wreckage of the fighter plane. However, the result was that there was no emergency ejection from the cockpit of the fighter plane, there was no record of the fighter plane opening the hatch, and Kuroseil completely disappeared suddenly.

Yifeng had already begun to wonder if the emperor had nothing to do and suddenly had a convulsion and teleported Kuroseil away.

However, when the bird servant in the technical sergeant's hand was beating crazily and pointing at a small jade ring in the fighter plane, Yifeng knew that something must be wrong.

The warriors of the Crimson Torrent Chapter will not wear any decorations. Thanks to the lessons learned from the previous experience of the Tzeentch Daemons hiding in skull decorations and causing civil war between us and the Scythe of the Emperor warriors, we have become our Chapter without any decorations. Tradition.

Yifeng used his chain sword to violently split the wreckage of the fighter plane, which made the technical sergeant behind him feel distressed.

The jade wrench still showed no movement, so Yifeng grabbed it.

After exerting slight force, the jade ring did not move at all. Yifeng was very surprised. This was not like an ordinary creation.

At this time, the technical sergeant also got in, which was a bit crowded for the wreckage of a fighter plane.

"What's wrong, Chapter Leader? Did you find any important clues?"

"Yes, Techmarine, use your detection equipment to test this thing."

At this time, Bird Servant Yi was still running wildly.

"Well, Captain Yifeng, this seems to be a simple jade material, with a hardness of 7 and a color of 18..."

"Really?" Yifeng smashed it to the ground so hard that even a small hole was made in the metal floor.

"...There are some abnormalities, and I think I should take it back to my studio for further testing."

"Well, if it can hold up."

???

Yifeng took the ion pistol from his waist, and the technical sergeant's veins jumped when he saw it.

"Chapter Commander, this doesn't seem appropriate. It concerns a soldier...fuck me"

Yifeng wrapped the jade ring with a light green ion bullet, and the powerful ion wind melted the surrounding metal into a "golden" liquid metal pool.

In this bubbling metal pool, a jade ring is still floating quietly on it.

Yifeng looked at the shield behind him and began to wonder if it was some Necron instant storage device, like the one carried by a guy who was keen on collecting.

Inside this creation of chaos, Kurosel was still holding a small bracelet in his hand, and he was also trying to destroy this thing.

If possible, Brother Wolf would like to take a few more bites to see how it goes.

Maybe it can be used to grind teeth?

For an excellent vision enhancer like Kuroseil, the shrunk world of chaos can really be seen at a glance.

He was a little disappointed and a little frustrated.

There was no powerful enemy for him to have a good fight with, and there was no defensive position to protect the exit. It was just endless mud and dead wood, the boredom of boredom.

The machine soul of the power armor is a little weak, and the surrounding environment is corrosive. The power armor cannot be left in this state for a long time.

After a burst of sirens, Kurosel stepped on a piece of broken wood and looked into the distance.

He knew that the surrounding vortex led to the chaotic demonic realm he just saw, but where did the other sludge come from?

How did you get here?

What is the situation on both sides of this world, the endless void space?

A lot of question marks kept hitting Kuroseil's head. As the most straightforward existence among all Astartes, Kuroseil let out a iconic wolf roar.

"I don't know~~~"

Then he hung the chain sword on his sword buckle, landed on all fours, and ran towards the edge of the world with all his strength.