Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 294 The sword was only centimeter away from me
Alvin had sufficient reasons to suspect that the Undead Lord of this tomb had been 'pretending to sleep' all along!
Otherwise, why would it be such a coincidence?
He had just sent the two 'ancestors' away, and the Necrons woke up right after?

The two groups of people in front were fighting on your grave. Such a loud noise didn't wake you up. Now nothing happened, but you are so tough!
Looking at the neat and orderly formation of undead warriors, even Alvin couldn't help but feel a little scalp-tingling.

"Fuck! As the overlord of the galaxy, he lets two kids block his grave and pretend to be dead. Why is he pretending to be a tough guy now?"

He has already cursed the lord of this tomb a thousand times in his heart, "You said you were pretending to be dead, so just pretend to be dead. It won't be too late to wake up after they are all gone!"

Why do we have to choose this time? We should block them all inside and end up being surrounded.

Unfortunately, the Undead Lord couldn't hear his complaints, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't care.

Now, the two groups of people who were at loggerheads and ready to fight each other just a second ago, immediately united in less than half a minute.

The Imperial forces represented by Inquisitor Marshall looked at the commander of the Chaos Can and shouted in unison: "Kill the alien first!"

Alvin, who was watching from the dark, couldn't help but lick his lips and sighed secretly: "Yes, this is very Empire and Chaos."

Cooperation is impossible.

There is no way the Empire will cooperate with Chaos. At most, when faced with a powerful enemy, both sides wisely choose to target the aliens that they both hate...
It's not surprising that this scene happened.

It even makes sense, knowing that in the Warhammer universe, the ones who are most likely to have the worst life are the aliens, especially those "aliens" with no background!
If you were reincarnated as an 'alien' in the Warhammer universe, then congratulations... you will be given the title of 'hated by everyone'!

Not only will the Empire beat you up, Chaos will beat you up too!

It's not uncommon for the Empire to even team up with Chaos to beat you up in certain situations.

If your luck is even worse, the 'alien' you encounter will beat you up, unless you are willing to believe in the 'Greater Good'. As far as he knows, Mr. Titanium next door seems to be more of that.

The battle formation of Undead Warriors was approaching them step by step. The unified heavy pace, mixed with the friction of metal bodies, and the silent and orderly movements could undoubtedly put a lot of pressure on people!

In a situation like this, the Astra Militarum and the Space Marines should be the ones to deal with it, but right now... Marshall looked around and saw that there were only a hundred or so arbitrators!

It couldn't be worse!

The disparity in strength between the enemy and us is too great. If we really wait for those metal skeletons to surround us, according to the most optimistic estimate... we can only hold out for ten minutes at most!

"Sir Marshall, we must retreat!" At this time, the captain of the Brass Claw gave his advice to the Inquisitor in a low voice: "There are a lot of aliens, and they are not in our records. Judging from the situation in the last battle... the enemy's weapons are very dangerous!"

The implicit meaning of his words was to advise the Inquisitor to remain calm. If they rashly engaged in battle with these metal aliens, they would be the ones who would suffer!

How could Marshall understand such a simple truth?
He clenched his fists, veins popped out on his face, and his eye sockets were filled with ferocious bloodshot. He growled hysterically, "No, we can't retreat! Even if we all die here, we can't let Chaos take the child away first!"

He knew better than anyone what terrible fate would await a child with 'Delta'-level psychic talent if he fell into chaos!

In comparison, sacrificing only a few hundred lives, as long as they can "eliminate" the child, their sacrifice is worthwhile!

At this moment, Marshall no longer had any illusions. Although Delta was an important asset of the empire and he might become a think tank, astropath, etc. in the future, today... that child must be wiped out!

Thinking of this, Marshall resolutely ordered: "Everyone, you must hold your ground and not retreat a single step. Otherwise... I will sentence the deserters to death in the name of the court!"

"Yes, Your Excellency the Inquisitor." The captain of the Brass Claw was helpless. The order he received from the company commander was to obey the orders of Inquisitor Marshall.

Then, Marshall glanced over, his eyes stern and cold, his pupils full of bloodshot, as terrifying as a mad beast, immediately frightening the rest of the soldiers.

No one has the courage to refuse the judge!

Because the Inquisition represents the Empire, the Inquisitor is the symbol of law, and every mature Inquisitor has a lot of blood on his body!
The overwhelming, bloody smell mixed with the chilling pressure was the best proof!

"The task of commanding the battle is now handed over to you." After Marshall appointed the captain of the Brass Claw, he turned his head and looked at the woman in black armor who remained silent in the team: "Ms. Tasha Ortiz, please follow me."

The reason why he was confident that he could wipe out a Delta-level psychic was because of this lady in black armor.

Not long ago, the returned Primarch Robert Guilliman formally summoned the Sisters of Silence who had been disbanded.

And it just so happens that this Ms. Tasha Ortiz is the one who lives in seclusion on the Vigilant Planet, inheriting the mantle of the Sister of Silence, a true... untouchable!
With the presence of the Untouchables, plus his own strength, Marshall has enough confidence to eliminate the potential threat!

Soon, the two of them no longer cared about anything else, forcibly broke through the wall of the ruins and got inside.

They must hurry up and find the psychic before everyone outside dies, and then nip the danger in the bud!

Suddenly, not long after the two of them stepped into the corridor, Tasha swung the execution sword fiercely, and it shot out like a ray of cold light, nailing it hard on the wall at the corner!

The sword tip pierced into the metal wall several inches, and a figure was forced to reveal his true form!
Is there anyone here? !
Marshall was startled, and the Silent Sister beside him took half a step forward, turned the sword around, and slashed horizontally like flowing water!
"Fuck!"

The one who was forced out from the corner was Alvin. He wanted to get closer and explain the situation, but he didn't expect to be noticed by the Sister of Silence in advance!

The sword almost grazed his scalp, and a few strands of hair fell off!
Alvin was terrified. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have probably gone to see the yellow-skinned guy!

However, as a silent nun, Tasha had already engraved the ancient and exquisite skills into her bones. Seeing that her sword missed, she stepped closer again.

Zila——!
The sword blade passed through the narrow surging corridor, leaving a string of dazzling sparks!

With terrifying sword wind, he chopped down again, aiming directly at Alvin's head, leaving him no time to speak!

"Wait……"

Alvin quickly rolled over and was about to speak when he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. A feeling of suffocation came over him, and it was as if his soul was thrown into a bottomless black abyss!
Shit, he forgot all that!

The Sisters of Silence are 'untouchables', they are 'soulless' and have a natural suppressive power over psychics. Once they get close to them... they are at the mercy of others!
The Silent Sister took a step forward, and the huge sword of execution, like splitting the raging waves, fell down with a cold, explosive aura!

At this critical moment, Alvin endured the pain and took out the "Rose Knot" badge belonging to Winnie from his arms!
Clang!
The sword blade stopped suddenly!

It was 0.1 centimeter away from his forehead!
In this situation, Alvin really wanted to say something mischievous: At that time, the sword was less than 0.1 centimeter away from my head, but in just three seconds, the owner of the sword would fall in love with me.

Forget it.

If you joke with the Sister of Silence, you will die!
(End of this chapter)