Chapter 283 Don’t Touch Anything

Dantik's armor was pierced by various flesh thorns, and Amaraga analyzed all kinds of situations on him.

"If I had brought the legion instead of the guards, you would be dead!"

"Oh~ dear, you are so interesting."

Amaraga patted Dantik's cheek with his tentacles, just like looking at a barking puppy.

After piercing these people and pulling them to Lin Fan's head, Amaraga felt comfortable looking at Lin Fan who was still in the giant magma pit and could not get out in a short time.

"Look at you, just like last time, you did nothing and protected nothing."

"The monkey army is collapsing under the crush of my legion. They are surrounded, disintegrated, eaten, and turned into part of my flesh and blood."

"How wonderful, this is you, a very strong individual, but unfortunately, the strength of an individual has its limits."

Lin Fan looked at Amaraga and clenched his fists tightly.

"But now, I can still continue to humiliate you. Guess how I will tear these people's bodies apart? Hmm?"

More tentacles grew out of the meat bag, wrapped around the Grenadier's body and gently pulled. Amaraga was thinking about how to make Lin Fan hate his behavior even more.

"Come and kill me first! You monster!"

"Oh? It seems we have a volunteer, little guy."

Amaraga gently touched Grenadier 19's gas mask with his tentacles and rolled it down, exposing Grenadier 19's original appearance.

It can be seen that the smell created by the battlefield now is not pleasant, the burnt stench of the corpses and the bloody smell on Amaraga's meat mountain are mixed together.

Combined with the dust and smoke rising from the mixed artillery explosions in the sky, Grenadier 19 coughed in fits, and physiological tears flowed from his eyes to moisten his eyeballs.

The wind blew Grenadier 19's hair and face, and Amaraga had no intention of showing mercy. One of his tentacles directly penetrated Grenadier 19's abdomen.

The rapidly expanding silk threads kept clinging to Grenadier 19's internal organs and sucking her vitality. This pain was unbearable for her, but her dignity of not succumbing to the alien still prevented her from howling in pain.

"Let me see how long you can hold on."

The blood in her body was flowing more and more, but Amaraga also wanted Grenadier 19 not to die so easily. The flesh threads on the tentacles were constantly supplying her with blood.

Grenadier 19 felt her body hot and cold, that was the feeling of blood being sucked and re-injected. Her consciousness was blurred, and she felt like she was on the verge of death.

Amaraga seemed to be tired of playing. A toy that was holding on to its spirit instead of choosing to scream was of little value. He was ready to give Grenadier 19 the final blow and throw her into the magma lake.

The tentacles twisted into long, thin spears and stabbed at the heart of Grenadier 19, who was breathing weakly.

After piercing through the coat and the built-in ceramic steel sheet, Amaraga felt that something was wrong with his tentacles, and when he used his powerful sense of touch to outline the shape of that thing, he wondered.

"A flower? There is no such thing on this planet."

Amaraga's face changed drastically, and the golden flower forcibly penetrated into the piercing tentacles. He felt a golden stream rapidly spreading from the tentacles to his whole body along the muscle bundles and blood vessels.

"Control must be cut off!"

Wanting to cut off his arms to survive and resist pollution, Amaraga found that he could do nothing. These huge meat mountains made up of tortured humans and various corpses responded to the call of the golden flower.

For a moment, his body fell into chaos, large pieces of flesh and blood disintegrated on the ground, and the giant weapons mixed in the flesh fell to the ground.

Smashed the already dilapidated building structure and the ground, and sank deeply into the magma lake.

The golden light became brighter and brighter inside the meat mountain, illuminating the sky bit by bit.

The evil demons in the dark clouds did not dare to look directly at the light, and they closed their eyes and retreated.

The living people who survived the sea of ​​blood and corpses gasped, holding bayonets, staring blankly at the only light on the battlefield of hell among the monsters that stopped moving.

The golden light became brighter and brighter, and became more and more obvious above the meat mountain. Amaraga could not control his body, and the feeling of swelling came from deep inside.

Amaraga exploded, but this time it was not as disgusting as the time with Gemo.

There was no flesh and blood flying into the sky, and no smelly and disgusting gas exploded, only the magnificent and huge golden flowers rose into the sky in the meat mountain.

Large patches of dark clouds were replaced by sacred golden light, and turned into golden light in the burning.

If flowers are born to be pollinated, then this supernatural golden flower in front of us is to take back the scattered pollen into its arms.

Dantic stared at Jinhua blankly, and suddenly he understood what this was and what it meant.

"I will never! I will never agree with you! I agree with your ideas!"

Roaring at Jinhua angrily, Dantic was not ready to bend his dignified knee to the so-called miracle.

Golden flames rose from the inside of his armor, burning his soul that had been polluted in the warp.

"Don't think of making me surrender! You false god!"

Dantic turned to ashes. No matter what his plan was to betray the Empire, what terrifying and efficient war factories he set up in the warp, and how many demons he enslaved were not the point.

The Emperor looked at Dantic's soul indifferently as it was thrown into the warp and torn into pieces by crazy demons. He didn't care what Dantic thought of him.

He only regarded Dantic as a disobedient chess piece, nothing more.

If the Emperor came here, he might still respond to Dantic and let him die more clearly, but the Emperor would not waste this time.

The golden flower extradited souls, freeing those victims locked in blasphemous flesh and blood, and sent the dead who died in the battlefield and had no way back to the throne.

The Emperor gave a gentle push and sent the planet that sank into the warp out.

"Haven't you had enough fun yet? Tzeentch."

"Hehe."

The laughter came, and the Emperor stared at Tzeentch's projection with dissatisfaction, and the overwhelming flames poured out, dispersing the thing that upset him.

The grenadiers were entangled by the roots of the golden flower and sent to the ground, and Lin Fan was also pulled up from the magma lake.

The golden flower dissipated, and the Landes world returned to peace again. Only the broken battlefield was left to tell everyone what had just happened.

"Fortunately, she is not dead, and these people are not dead either. Huh."

With a light breath, Lin Fan found a large iron plate and a rope to put the unconscious grenadiers on it.

Lin Fan pulled these people from the center of the battlefield to the periphery step by step.

The great demon Shasi Ke appeared beside Lin Fan. She looked very sad, as if she had lost a precious toy.

"My iron boy died just like that. I am so sad."

"There is nothing to be sad about. You should thank the Emperor for not destroying you too."

"Huhu! That's true. I thought the Emperor was going to burn me to death too~"

Looking at Shasi Ke's heartless look, Lin Fan rolled his eyes and asked about Slaanesh's condition.

Shasi Ke sat on the iron plate and gently touched the smooth face of Grenadier 19 with his snake tail.

"My lady has been busy fighting with Khorne these days. She also asked us to look for you whenever we can."

"Then you contact her and tell her that you found her."

Shasike nodded, but she had no intention of contacting her. She knew that two great gods had set their sights on this place. If she rashly sneaked into the warp, she would only be destroyed by the aftermath of their battle.

"Can I stay with you for a few days~"

"Why?"

"I have a crush on a bishop."

Lin Fan turned his head suddenly and looked at Shasike with strange eyes, "I warn you not to mess around. If you dare to corrupt me, I will tear you apart."

"Master~ I know~"

Shasike may also know that Lin Fan is also a good person to talk to, and his attitude towards getting along with others is much more casual, "Think about it, you are talking about love with our lady, why don't you allow us to follow suit~"

Lin Fan curled his lips, your lady's status is also incomparable to you great demons, God knows what you did before you ascended to the demon world.

"A serious love? No violence?"

"A serious love! I swear to the Lord of Pleasure!"

"Okay. Does the Emperor agree?"

"Hehe, if you agree, the Emperor must agree."

Looking at Shashiko's persistent look, Lin Fan couldn't help but wonder what kind of bishop Shashiko could fall in love with.

As Lin Fan approached step by step, more and more people were around him. Those soldiers were digging the bodies of their comrades under the soil and rubble.

Some people sat on the ground in a daze, looking at the direction where the golden flower dissipated.

Shashiko disappeared again, and Lin Fan didn't care too much about the traces of this big demon. She would know what to do and what not to do.

Bishop Marian knelt on the ground. He was wearing heavy armor, holding a flail and a thick shield, and his face was full of heaviness and solemnity. Surrounding him were neatly arranged corpses, including nuns and ordinary soldiers of the Redemption Army.

He took out an incense burner, but found that no incense was coming out. He could only perform the Sky Eagle Salute helplessly and recite scriptures for these lost lives.

The Emperor has taken in these souls, but Bishop Marian doesn't know why he did this. Perhaps it's because he has seen too many deaths and sacrifices, and too many brilliant souls burning out.

"I should be fanatical and envious of you, but now, there is only heaviness and emptiness in my heart."

After saying this silently, he heard brisk footsteps behind him. It was a medical nun running towards him, "Shasi, have you found your friends?"

"No, they are all dead."

"They returned to the throne and died for what they deserved."

"Well, old man, you are right, they died for what they deserved."

A vivid picture shows the character traits of the traitor legion that besieged Terra.