Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 202 194. Liberating Druen ([-])

Gunpowder smoke is everywhere, ashes are flying along with the flames, the earth is trembling, the sky is being torn apart, giants step out from the war machines of steel and fire, and death is glowing with a faint light, slashing across the curved scythe of death.

"For the Emperor! For the Wolf God!!!"

Shouting the glory of the Wolf God, Abaddon led the battle brothers of the first company to the forefront of the war, where the crowd controlled by psionic power was like a sea of ​​tides, surging.

But for these war machines, the trouble is never these weak mortals.

Blasphemy psychic light jumped among the crowd, as if there was an invisible giant hand directing the crowd. When Abaddon approached the enemy, an unbearable pressure immediately pressed on his shoulders, making him He nearly fell to his knees.

Immediately afterwards was an attack from the soul and mind, his vision suddenly blurred, his blood vessels twitched, and a sense of powerlessness gradually climbed up his body, and the weapon in his hand was about to—

found it.

Abaddon raised his hand violently, bullets roared through the crowd, his head exploded, blood spattered everywhere, a hysterical scream sounded from Abaddon's soul, which caused a momentary blankness in Abaddon's eyes, and a burst of buzzing After that, everything returned to calm, and the battlefield returned to his eyes.

Abaddon tried his best to blink, and saw clearly the alien body crushed by him in the distance, the tentacles drooped feebly from the human neck, and the mucus dragged down to the ground.

These psychic aliens hide among the crowd and use their psychic energy to attack them.

Abaddon stabilized his mind and continued to direct his team to carry out the cleaning work. Psychic creatures have always been one of the few types of enemies that the legion hates to encounter, because no one except the think tank knows that these unstable factors can what kind of damage they do.

But the soldiers' emotions were not low, on the contrary, their emotions were quite high, because at this moment in such a small battlefield, there were two demigods fighting side by side with them.

The heroic Wolf Shepherd is with his brother Reaper. In the absolute crowd in the middle of the battlefield, they are harvesting life precisely. Even though the two Primarchs didn't give any orders, everyone's attention All forces seemed to gather there, whether it was theirs or the enemy's.

Primarchs are born demigods.

Horus glanced at Mortarion unobtrusively, those alien shouts formed an unbearable resonance in his soul, but the wolf god did not show it, Horus was still encouraging him with his own actions. The soldiers bravely killed the enemy.

Horus knew that his existence could provide his warriors with a fairly strong faith support, and a strong faith is the best defense against psionic attacks.

But compared to the howling moon wolves, the death guard was as silent as Mortarion himself.

The death guards with dark armor seemed to blend into the background. They silently killed the enemy and silently resisted the front line. This made the moon wolves fighting with the death guards not feel the feeling of "joint combat" at all.

The same is true for Mortarion. Surrounded by the Death Guard think tank, the Primarch held a scythe in one hand and a gun in the other, advancing steadily step by step. Every time the ghost lamp flickered, it was the death of a strange creature.

To Horus' surprise, Mortarion wasn't as tired and fragile as he appeared on the surface, Mortarion was really too much like a seriously ill person, and he had some pharmacy skills. Research, which led Horus to always think that Mortarion would be a support type, or a latent type Primarch.

But what he didn't imagine at all was that Mortarion was actually a primarch who was good at frontal combat, especially long-term combat.

Even though every breath of Mortarion was hissing like a dying tuberculosis patient, the scythe of death was steady and smooth, and his forward pace never stopped. Surrounded by the silent death guards, the battle line Moving at an undeniable speed, the enemy is inexorably drawn towards disintegration.

If there were no Luna Wolves here, Horus thought, facing the Death Guard, any intelligent enemy would probably be terrified from the bottom of his heart.

This is a silent army that does not respond to the enemy, they just advance, silently crushing the front line.

But this is only now. On the battlefield without the Primarch, on the battlefield with more enemy psionic units, the Death Guard may not last long.

After all, the opponent was attacking with psychic energy, and Mortarion was too confident in his team.

Horus thought in his heart, and at the same time began to plan the tactics if the city's back did not succeed in raiding.

[Stay in line, move forward. 】

Hades stood on top of the Wandering Soul Knight, and behind the Hades-type Terminator armor was a flying bag made by himself. As long as there are enough technology points, the Terminator can also fly.

Holding a white gun, he aimed at the tentacles in the enemy crowd from a long distance. Those small tentacles directly covered the heads of the humans, and looked at the death guards with strange white eyes.

From time to time, bullets were shot towards Hades, and there was a burst of fluorescent fluctuations, and the void shield installed on the knight stopped them for him.

Because of the untouchable nature of the wandering soul, Hades and the knights are currently at the rear of the front line. The guns on the wandering soul are firing at full speed, providing fire support for the death guards on the front line. After cleaning up the psionic creatures for the frontline fighters, it became much easier and smoother for the Death Guard to deal with those crowds.

Since Hades and Nix are untouchables, after killing those psychic creatures, they will not cause any substantial loss to them, so Hades and Wandering Soul killed a large number of them in a short period of time. Alien tentacles.

The death guards also tacitly gave way to them so that Hades and the others could better kill the aliens.

The battle line advanced steadily, and soon, a strange light appeared at the edge of everyone's sight.

Flesh and flesh are twisting, and a small altar is built from tentacles and moaning human bodies. The waves of the subspace are visible to the naked eye, and ominous rays of light rise like ocean waves.

A narrow door with only one slit stood on the altar, small tentacles squeezed out of it, and fell on the naked human body lying under the narrow door with a slap, wriggling and gnawing at the human's brain, and that person obviously Still alive, groaning feebly.

[This is too. This is too? ! 】

【Emperor! ! ! 】

Nix's wailing sounded from the channel, and he, who shared his senses with the Cavaliers, was probably the one who saw it most clearly among all the people present except Hades.

[Kill them. Kill them! 】

【This is why we are here!kill them! 】

Ribo's trembling angry voice came from the channel. The scene similar to her previous self aroused her pity and anger, and the roar mixed with Nix's wailing.

Hades ignored the two, he observed the situation calmly, and the distance was almost the same.

He switched on the front-line communication. Obviously, the closer to the altar, the harder it was for the death guards at the front to move.

[All units, after a short-range assault, hold the battle line in place, and open a gap in the southwest direction for the knights to go out. 】

【receive. 】

Branca's voice sounded from the channel, and the veterans from the Seventh Company deftly poured firepower on the enemy again, trying to clear the obstacles for the knight's charge for a while.

【All right. 】

Hades patted the big guy he was standing on.

[Get ready to charge, just charge directly to the edge of the altar. 】

What responded to him was the sudden roar of the mecha under his feet.

　There is one more, wait for my code

　　
　
(End of this chapter)