This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 152: Encountering a Sword and Shield Knight Deep Underground, His Defense and Slashing Power Are as Strong as a Monster——(4k)

The battlefield was in chaos.

In the secret room square at the bottom of the fortress, corpses, blood, and steel fragments covered the ground, turning the deep and damp ground blood red.

The gap was piled with corpses several meters high. Due to the advantage brought by race, the casualties suffered by the clown troupe of only more than 20 people were not too great.

Instead, the heavily armored soldiers were piled up in layers, and various weapons were scattered on the ground.

There are a total of 500 Iron Warriors responsible for guarding the ceremony, all of whom are Iron Warriors bred from the gene seeds of the company captains.

"I offer you a dance, but you may consider its clumsiness."

Like a gorgeous flower blooming on the gray earth, the arc-shaped sword light filled the minds of the steel warriors.

The white-faced unicorn leads the dance troupe, freely moving through the steel jungle.

From extremely fast to suddenly quiet in just a short moment, he dodged the rain of bullets and axe blades that attacked him, then stepped on the chain saw axe blade swung by an Iron Warrior, and jumped lightly -

Another big head fell.

"If you can't get what you want, why add to your worries?"

Extremely fast and unparalleled sharpness.

Even the Astartes' perspective had difficulty capturing his trace. When the brain felt the pain signal from the wrist holding the weapon, it had already lost the ability to process it.

These agile xenos abandoned all recorded indirect tactics and struck directly into the enemy's ranks with lightning speed, pouring all their sorrow and anger over the fall of the Eldar into them.

"The Iron Lord has no intention, so why bother yourself?"

This is "The Revenge of Chogoki", a story about the heroes' struggle against Slaanesh during the fall of the Eldar, so it's extremely bloody and tragic, and very deadly -

Especially for Harlequin's enemies.

Unlike his cousins who are either skilled in torture or in battle.

The clowns are simply strong, and have brought the physical talents of the elves to the extreme.

The origins of the Harlequin Troupe can be traced back to the Twilight Age before the Great Fall of the Eldar, when these artistic groups used the performance of ancient legends as a medium to pass on the memory of civilization.

However, paradoxically, the Eldar Empire, which was at the peak of its bliss, had long since discarded the belief in divinity. It was common for blasphemers in the theater to throw objects at the performers or even attack them violently.

To keep the show going, the Harlequins began to become more skilled in combat than the audience, until their faction, millennia later, became the elite of all Eldar factions.

And now, out of necessity, they will once again demonstrate their martial prowess.

"Your thoughts are full of distractions, so don't add to your original sin."

A long poem composed of High Gothic rang out, and the lone voice of the Midnight Mourning Troupe stared intently at the center of the secret room square, at the magnificent roulette wheel spinning in the void.

We must reclaim the wisdom of our fellow men before these foul creatures begin their rituals.

Qiao Gaoqi passed down the secret words, which were the clues to their path to eternal death.

He will have the chance to truly die.

Dujiao looked at his compatriots who had fallen around him, with envy in his eyes.

Their souls will be blessed by the Laughing God and will be able to find a pure land even after death.

But the unicorns can't do that, because the role they play is Slaanesh, and even the God of Laughter Qiao Gaoqi can only rely on luck.

"We will die."

"Damn, these aliens are so difficult to deal with!"

After withstanding the unicorn's sneak attack, the elite warrior who had lost three fingers threw away the plasma pistol in his hand and swung his sword to drive back the psychedelic phantom.

Endless restlessness was gnawing at his soul.

Because he can understand the chatter of these clowns!
How did those damn rumors get to the mouths of these Eldar aliens!

Adjusting the barrage coverage of the fire support team, occasionally a performer would fall on the scarlet dance floor, and he would look up to assess the situation.

The battle has been going on till now. Facing the Harlequin Troupe which has lost three members, although the Iron Warriors still have the advantage in numbers, they are already at an absolute disadvantage. As long as there is enough time, this unicorn can kill them all.

But they are still far from collapse, and the harsh military discipline urges them to fight to the end.

and--

Feeling the chill coming from behind them, the elite soldiers became more focused. The support had been cut off and they could not contact Idris at all, but they still had to persevere.

This is a sacrifice. When they offer the sacrifice, the blood flowing in their bodies will link every Iron Warrior to the source of this blood. The Lord of Iron will watch every heir who offers a sacrifice for him.

At that time, they will return to the Legion and serve the Iron Lord once again.

The Primarch's gaze was about to fall, and they must offer him victory.

"Iron Lord, the enemy is coming again!"

The reminder from the herald beside him interrupted the Iron Lord who was trying his best to command the battle.

He didn't even react the first time he heard the warning.

He had already sent three of his companies to resist a possible attack by the Sons of Dorne. These soldiers, created from his inherited gene-seed, were much tougher than the levies, and would not retreat even in the face of a devastating attack.

"Who are the enemies? Where do they come from?"

Just as he finished speaking, a muffled "bang" sound came to the Iron Lord's ears. He looked up in confusion and saw that the wall was bulging and red spots appeared on the reinforced facilities.

"Get into the bunker!"

In an instant, the Iron Lord reacted.

As he shouted, a burst of molten stream shattered the wall, and the overflowing air waves and debris separated the two fighting in a ball.

They each hid behind their cover and saw the black and red knights rush in, the swords in their hands flashing with a cold light.

"Dark Angel!"

When the Dark Angels tore through the fortifications and stormed into the hall, the Iron Lord's first reaction was not to fight, but to turn around and lead his team to retreat inside the defense line.

He retreated decisively, which made Dujiao stunned for a moment.

Based on their experience in fighting these powerful Chaos enemies, these Iron Warriors would have to die in the trenches even if they died. How could they turn around and run?

At this moment, the Iron Warriors had retreated to the inner side of the defense line, and the active adamantine barrier immediately descended with a rumbling sound -

Unicorn also knew why the Iron Lords retreated so decisively.

boom!
Phosphorus fire weapons were fired at close range, and buildings, armor, and corpses melted like foam.

Those clowns who had no time to dodge were like flowers in a raging fire, instantly extinguished in the endless flames.

Super-incendiary plasma was fired, breaking through the psychic shield that some people had risked their lives to support. Vortex grenades were thrown and fell into the enemy's formation under their precise operation.

In the vortex of the rising Warp, the One-Horned One could even hear the sharp laughter of Slaanesh coming from the High Heavens.

Killing, bombing, destruction.

Leaving no chance for maneuver or hiding, the enemy, the cover, and the air around them are destroyed together.

Arthur, who was watching all this, turned his head and asked Ramses.

"Do you want to stay or not?"

"Do not stay."

Ramses replied.

He was willing to spare the prophet's life because he had a good impression of him.

He was willing to protect some of the elves because he could gain more than he gave.

But the clown is not okay, and the unicorn is even less okay.

They currently do not have the capital to negotiate with Qiao Gaoqi, so there is no need to bother. The unicorn plays the role of Slaanesh in the Harlequin Troupe and has been targeted by others for a long time. Even if the God of Laughter Qiao Gaoqi goes to rescue him personally, it will be a matter of fate.

He personally does make choices based on his preferences under limited conditions, but the exception is when it requires taking risks.

Cheats are never omnipotent, and power can only be expanded with a rational and clear mind.

And they also want to grab the soul circuit, so they are naturally in a hostile relationship.

This is the Crone's Sword. The fewer people who know the clue, the better.

"it is good."

Arthur nodded and drew his sword.

At his side, four knights of the Broken Crown also raised their swords.

These warriors, inherited from the Treasure Crown Heavenly Army, have names similar to those of heroes in human history and mythology. They specialize in being frontline breakthroughers and vanguard warriors. They are extremely skilled in honor duels, which are also symbols of victory.

"I am not your enemy, why are you doing this?"

The remaining clowns were still reluctant to leave, and Unicorn stared at Arthur.

The knight said nothing, only swung his sword downwards.

They're going to find the clue to the Crone's Sword. Ding!
A crisp sound.

The unicorn caught the black sword that was slashing towards his head, jumped up lightly, and turned in the air in a posture that violated the laws of physics.

Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of more than thirty Dreadwings advancing towards the Iron Warriors line, and the extinction weapons still chose saturation coverage.

All must die.

Suppressing the scream in his heart, the One-Horned Man, who suddenly could not hear Slaanesh's whisper, raised the Harlequin Kiss, and shot out crystal clear star darts straight towards Arthur's face.

Arthur tilted his head slightly, and the dart was easily avoided.

"???"

The blessed star dart, which had been blessed by several Eldar sages and had already achieved the hit result before it was launched, was dodged just like that?

Dujiao was stunned for a rare moment, and even suspected that he had brought the wrong weapon.

Arthur raised his hand and slashed horizontally.

brush--

A black line was left in the square, scraping the atmosphere and leaving a cut mark. Unicorn quickly squatted down, ignoring the sharp dagger that passed over his head. The Harlequin's Kiss, like a dagger, stabbed straight into Arthur's abdomen.

boom!
A burst of sparks burst out, and the shock made Dujiao retreat half a step. He pressed down his dagger to block the opponent's slash, and the whole person retreated again.

boom! boom! boom!
Arthur moved forward steadily, swinging the black sword with one arm, and his shield continuously blocked the stab again and again.

No flaws, neither hurried nor slow.

Click——

Cracks appeared on his arm armor, and the retreating unicorn suddenly opened his arms, allowing his chest to be hit, then hugged the knight's legs and shifted his center of gravity forward.

Boom!
The seemingly slender body burst out with unprecedented strength at this moment, and actually knocked down the knight who weighed nearly two tons in armor.

"Only death—"

The unicorn pressed down on Arthur, and the clown kiss went straight to the opponent's face.

clang!
The retreating black sword blocked the dagger. The knight concentrated all his strength, feeling the dagger pressing down inch by inch, looking at the iron mask with the face of Slaanesh.

"."

Arthur felt that someone was looking at him.

His arm suddenly released the force, and at the same time, he skillfully stopped the dagger's trajectory, sending it into the semi-molten rock beside his cheek.

Arthur, who was about to use the shield to deal with the second attack, suddenly changed his action and smashed his fist into the unicorn's face.

boom!
There were several cracks on the mask, but his consciousness was clearer than ever before.

Before Unicorn could experience this unfamiliar feeling since he started playing Slaanesh, Arthur stood up and grabbed his head, pressing it on the ruins of the building where even the vortex weapon only left a slight scratch.

Then, he started running fast.

scoff!

Sparks flew along the way, and the friction of flesh left large stains of blood on the wall. Although the unicorn's head was held down, he was still able to use his dagger to deal with Arthur's stabs.

He even has the ability to fight back.

A crack appeared on the seam of the armor, and the golden layer inside also transmitted vibrations. Arthur paused and threw the unicorn horn in his hand directly.

He casually tore off the opponent's belt, which was damaged in multiple deliberate attacks and could manipulate the real space to allow him to perform some outrageous maneuvers.

boom!
A beam of explosive light directly hit the Harlequin in mid-air, and the wall at the end was directly blasted through. The figure fell heavily to the ground and then suddenly got up.

Click.

The mask shattered, revealing a gorgeous face. He spat out a few teeth and looked at the knight who was striding towards him with a serious expression.

"You are very strong, even stronger than the Emperor's children I met on your home planet."

He spoke fluent High Gothic.

Finally it’s not a riddle anymore.

But Arthur didn't bother to pay attention to him. After confirming that the mask of Slaanesh was shattered, he squinted his eyes and observed where to strike next with his sword.

What a killing machine.

Unicorn sighed, then said, "I just need to bring back the relics of my compatriots."

clang!
Another sword came slashing down.

"I can bring you the future of humanity, even news of the throne gods."

Arthur instantly understood the other person's train of thought.

This is because he can't win and is trying to escape with words.

He simply picked up his sword and started chopping.

It is best not to believe anything related to clowns, as you can be easily fooled.

"."

How could there be such bad opponents in the world?

'Not a rival. '

The Unicorn couldn't help but sigh, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, looking at the Harlequins who were fighting with the Dark Angels.

They seemed to have been fighting for a long time, but it was less than twenty seconds, and now the others were still in a stalemate.

He was no match for him, and the others in the troupe were even less likely to be his match.

Then he composed himself.

"retreat!"

Unicorn quickly ordered, opening a webway gate within the ruins.

The dark angels quickly surrounded them. Dujiao looked at these younger generations who were much smaller than him, and he could only exchange injuries for injuries to buy a chance for his compatriots.

He lived a long life, but these children's lives had only just begun.

Even if you are blessed by the Laughing God, you should not die early.

Although the elves do not experience physical aging and death, the coldness of their souls has made Unicorn feel that his death is approaching.

What we do today is just to fulfill a wish.

Since I can't get what I want, I won't make any more unnecessary sacrifices.

Arthur knocked down the two clowns who were chasing him, and then rushed straight towards the unicorn.

puff!
The black sword was nailed into the chest, and the spilled blood dyed the emblem on the chest red.

The three remaining Harlequins crawled inside, and the webway gate quickly closed.

"Today's cause will determine the future's result."

All the muscles in his body were trembling, and Unicorn stared at the knight in front of him.

There will be more people coming. As long as the wisdom of our compatriots is taken away by them, there will be a steady stream of people coming to take back this dead end.

He was ready to accept his end.

I just didn't expect to fall here.

Arthur was speechless, and swept the sword across, directly cutting off the unicorn's head.

Then he threw down a sentence.

"Then I think you'll thank me."

The head that should have been filled with hatred fell to the ground, but the expression on his face was filled with surprise, joy and relief.

"grown ups!"

"Your Highness."

Kai and Gareth looked ashamed, with blood dripping from their swords.

They failed to completely wipe out the remnants of the army.

"It doesn't matter."

Arthur shook his head. The Harlequin was known for his individual combat capability, and it was possible that an ordinary Astartes would be killed instantly when they met him.

Then he turned around and looked at the battlefield that had been flattened by the explosion.

The Dark Angels' efficiency was never a concern.

(End of this chapter)