Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 733 07.732: "I'm right behind you (asking for monthly votes)"

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The Red Letter Warrior suddenly raised his hand and clamped it around Horatio's throat like an iron clamp.

Horatio reacted quickly, raising his native arm to block, but with a dull thud, his strong muscles collided with the icy, hard ceramic steel, causing him to feel a sudden sharp pain, and he could not help but let out a hiss.

At this moment, Horatio was engaged in a fierce close combat with the Thousand Sons Rubric Warrior who had instantly teleported in front of him. His fists and feet were swinging in a dazzling manner. At the same time, he was gasping in pain, clenching his teeth, and trying hard not to scream out.

[After this battle, I should ask Lati to customize a set of power armor for me, whether it's a Space Marine or a male version of a Battle Sister. It hurts to smash ceramic steel with bare hands, even if it's a ruthless iron hand. It hurts too much.]
But what can I do? I have to grit my teeth and bear the pain now!

After several close combats, the Red Letter Warrior was filled with astonishment that this mortal, who was a little too strong, could move so quickly.

Although they have lost their memories and consciousness, the fighting instinct in their souls is still retained, and they still have some potential perception of the enemy's strength.

Horatio seized the opportunity, stretched his legs forward, and grabbed one of the Red Letter Warrior's arms with his native left hand. At the same time, he picked up the power iron fist that had been activated to maximum power, and swung it with all his strength towards the Red Letter Warrior's head with a whistling sound.

boom!
There was a loud, dull thud, as if a worn-out bell had been struck.

The red-letter warrior's helmet made a crisp sound like an empty can, flew backwards for dozens of meters, and finally rolled to the feet of the wizard.

Just at this moment, another Rubric Warrior instantly appeared behind Horatio.

However, the moment it appeared, Sister Arabella was quick-witted and immediately cast Holy Light Block.

The dazzling holy light was like an invisible barrier, causing the red-letter warrior to become dizzy and lose his vision temporarily.

This precious moment gave Horatio a one-on-one opportunity to escape from the dilemma of being beaten up by a group of people.

Horatio took advantage of the situation, picked up the body of the red-letter warrior he had just knocked down, and threw him backwards with all his strength.

There was a clanging sound of metal colliding, and the murderous red-letter warrior punched out, smashing his companion's armor into pieces.

But in the storm of scattered armor pieces, a mechanical iron hand holding a chainsaw sword, with a fierce momentum, had already swung towards the red warrior's chest.

The Scarlet Letter Warrior reacted extremely quickly, teleporting backwards immediately, easily avoiding the fatal blow, and then distanced himself from the enemy. He then aimed the magic flame thrower in his hand at Horatio without paying any attention to orders.

In the critical moment, Sister Arabella did not hesitate and fired a holy fire.

The blazing holy fire, carrying divine power, streaked across the sky like a dazzling meteor, forcing the Red Letter Warrior to control the magic flame thrower to teleport away again.

But this time, Horatio had anticipated it and blocked his teleportation route in advance.

BANG! BUZZ!!!

A huge sound of metal tearing suddenly rang out, echoing continuously in this closed tomb hall, making people's eardrums hurt.

With a clattering sound, the blue ceramic steel fragments flew everywhere, and countless shining fluorescent powders drifted down like snowflakes, creating a strange beauty in this gloomy environment.

But Horatio had no time to appreciate this scene. He immediately drew his sword and rushed towards the Thousand Sons Wizard without stopping.

When the wizard saw this, a sneer appeared on his face.

He raised the wand in his hand and stomped it heavily on the ground.

Boom!
In an instant, a huge summoning magic circle with him as the center quickly extended outward from under his feet, constantly weaving on the ground. In the magic circle, strange words flashed with eerie light and gradually appeared.

“The Golden Throne bears witness! May the Emperor’s grace protect us!” Sister Arabella cried out, activating the shrine box on her power pack.

A golden barrier of faith power instantly unfolded, like a giant golden umbrella, firmly covering herself and Horatio.

Inside this barrier, the originally cold temperature instantly dissipated, and a reassuring warmth, like the warm spring sun, slowly emanated from the bottom of their hearts. This warmth did not make people lazy and comfortable, but was like a shot of cardiotonic, accompanied by a high-pitched fighting spirit, making them full of strength.

A faint golden light shone on Horatio's body, and his eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of gold. The gold and red blended and reflected each other.

"Warning: The surrounding psychic readings are beginning to rise rapidly."

Facing the mortal who rushed towards him without knowing the danger, the wizard raised the corner of his mouth in contempt.

He was thinking in his mind that once his magic circle was completed, both this mortal and the nun would be captured by the Kaleidoscope of Illusions.

Then, he would take the two sacrifices and teleport back to the altar instantly, offering them to the omniscient god, thus completing the last piece of the puzzle of their grand plan in the Carpathian underground.

Thinking of the generous rewards that the omniscient god might give, the wizard could hardly suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and the speed of chanting the spell became even faster.

He had already estimated the progress. The moment he finished chanting the spell, the mortal would step into the range of his magic circle and fall into the carefully set trap.

Whoosh!
Just as the wizard was proudly imagining that his plan had succeeded, a ray of holy fire flashed across his body like lightning.

"With the Emperor's wrath! Drive away the evil!" Sister Arabella shouted loudly.

As a battle sister pure angel, Arabella is knowledgeable and well-informed, knowing all kinds of evil conspiracies and tricks. She guessed the mind of this cunning wizard at a glance.

She knew that she had to prevent his plan from succeeding and create an opportunity for Horatio to get close.

The wizard dodged the holy fire cleverly with a flash of his body, and then began to teleport back and forth, left and right, at an extremely fast speed, like a ghost, not giving Arabella the chance to hit him again. At the same time, he was still muttering to himself, and the chanting of the spell never stopped.

In front of Horatio, the holy shield released by Sister Arabella, when it hit the surging evil energy, the originally pure gold instantly turned into colorful colors, and the light flickered.

"You can't stop me! Today I will receive the blessing of the omniscient god, surpass Ukani, and become the think tank watcher!"

The wizard threw his head back and laughed, his voice echoing in the tomb hall, revealing endless madness and arrogance.

Sweat continued to drip from Horatio's temples, and he suddenly felt the ground under his feet become "sticky".

Yes, that sticky feeling.

He looked down and found that he seemed to be standing on the primordial promethium. The evil magic under his feet seemed to make twisted little hands stretch out from the ground and grab his feet tightly, making every step he took extremely difficult.

[Almost there! I will chop off this arrogant man's head! Let him have a taste of what it means to be slapped in the face with the power of the Emperor!]
He gritted his teeth, a determined fighting spirit ignited in his heart, and he rushed forward.

Sister Arabella keenly sensed that something was wrong. She was about to shout, but found that her voice seemed to be blocked by a mysterious force. Her mouth was open, but no sound came out.

The wizard raised the corners of his mouth with satisfaction under his helmet, and whispered softly: "Come... come... you will accomplish it for me."

Ding!

Suddenly, a tactical knife fell from the sky without warning, with a sharp cold light, and stabbed straight into the wizard's arm.

Fortunately, the wizard felt threatened and dodged immediately, thus avoiding the fatal consequence of the tactical knife piercing his brain.

[This is... Impossible!]
The wizard turned around suddenly, but found nothing behind him.

No, he looked carefully again and finally saw a dark figure climbing diagonally on the broken wall.

This person was perfectly hidden in the darkness, with only two faint red flames flickering on the skull helmet. In that second when they looked at each other, an endless fear, like a surging tide, surged out from the wizard's heart.

[Who is he...?! How could it be possible...]
The wizard's brain was numb with pain, but the fear that arose from the bottom of his heart at this moment hurt his nerves far more than the pain.

(End of this chapter)