This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 68 The Shattering of Illusions

"Four-Armed Divine Emperor, what exactly happened?"

The building shook continuously and the lights flickered.

The bald woman who was a preacher held onto the guardrail.

"Be careful, my lord."

A compatriot knocked her down, and when she opened her eyes again, a huge rock had already crushed the compatriot who saved her.

"Oh no."

The Preacher fell to his knees in sorrow, looking at the man who had risen all the way from the Lower Nest.

"Why, why, why would you sacrifice your noble life to save me?"

“Because we are equal.”

The dying man smiled.

"I should save you. This is not due to our status or the constraints of responsibility, but simply because we are compatriots, and because my life can save yours."

"Yes, we are equal. Your sacrifice can save me, and my sacrifice can save others. This is the noble character bestowed upon us by the Divine Emperor."

The preacher, with tears in his eyes, hugged the head that had stopped breathing.

"You saved me today, and I will save others tomorrow."

People who were still cleaning up around couldn't help but pay attention to this.

Boom!
The warm scene was interrupted by a shock from above the dome.

bump!
The ceiling cracked, and the black knight fell down, relying on the heavy body of the aberration.

Wow.

Debris poured down, and a huge amount of smoke, enough to kill small animals on the spot, escaped from the crack.

The preacher raised his eyes, and his bright purple eyes looked at the black knight who had already stood up.

At the same moment, the knight also looked up at her.

Through the green eyes under the red lenses, the preacher saw his own figure.

He knows me and he wants to kill me!

In just a moment, the preacher understood the other party's purpose.

She turned and ran away.

With a loud bang, Arthur rushed towards the preacher's back.

The bright light from the gap shone on the back and cast a large shadow in front.

The darkness swallowed him up, and the preacher looked at the portal in front of him that was getting closer and closer to the shadow.

"protect me!"

Instinctively panicked, and she let out a sharp roar, thinking she was just one of the savior herd.

"I command you to protect me!"

The voice screamed with psychic energy, piercing through the smoke and walls, and even pointing directly at the compatriots at the top of the iron tower.

All the Genestealers who were still attacking frantically were stunned.

In their world, everything around them became strange, the sound of gunfire became blurred, and only that dark figure was so clear.

So they turned around at the same time and ran towards the preacher.

This was as fast as it could be, tearing the fascia and opening the bones. The killing gene in the body was completely stimulated at this moment, squeezing every bit of energy in the flesh.

The aliens can only achieve the fastest speed by exerting all their potential.

But is it useful?

In the Mechanical Temple, the Astartes who broke through the passages were guarding each channel, pouring down brutal firepower, blasting these aliens gathered into a group into pieces.

Inside the Ministry of Government Affairs hall, sharks surged out from all directions, chopping and slashing the aliens that tried to interfere with the knights' advance.

boom!
A giant beast, far larger than any other aberration, attacked from behind the curtain of the hall, only to be knocked over by another giant shark, far larger than any other Astartes.

"Hiss—" The preacher let out a terrifying roar, and terrifying spiritual energy emanated from her body, completely exposing her face, which was rapidly distorted by the surge of spiritual energy, to everyone's eyes.

She was originally a noble and elegant ascetic, but now she looks like a monster.

Pure blood!

This is an advanced individual that is born after five generations of reproduction by Genestealers after they infect the first batch of humans. It can use psychic power to manipulate a large number of Genestealers to serve it.

Of course, when there is a superior individual, these things themselves may not necessarily know their own identity.

"die!"

The next moment, spiritual energy shone.

A psychic shock, powerful enough to instantly ignite a human's cerebral lobe, slammed into the knight.

The knight raised his shield, and dark green psychic threads hit the shield and then dissipated. The plasma thrusters on his back emitted a faint blue light, pushing him forward at high speed.

The escaped spiritual energy hissed and squeezed forward madly, as if controlling its master, wanting to pour this heat into the enemy's brain and dispel the cold deathly intent.

But I can't touch it.

You can't touch it anyway.

It's just like--

Out of reach?

The preacher couldn't find a good adjective for a moment.

Why is it out of reach?

Clang!
There was only a brief moment of hesitation before the knight tore through the light and came.

The sword blade slashed towards the alien's head, but was immediately deflected by psychic energy. The pureblood subconsciously swung out its claws, but was cut off by the blade the moment its shield was extended.

It withdrew its hand in pain, and the spell was still rumbling in the passage ahead. Other thieves surrounded it fearlessly.

Even if their limbs were torn apart by sharks, they would spit out blood foam forward just to buy some time for the preacher.

But the preacher had no second chance to escape.

The solid shield hit the psychic shield, dispersing the spell. The backpack behind him gushed out blue streams, and the black knight, with pure blood, crashed directly into the plastic steel plate on the load-bearing axis.

The sword blade thrust forward, the tip of the sword flashing with a decomposition force field pressed against the edge of the shield, only an inch away from piercing the preacher's head.

Puff~ Puff~
After a brief struggle, the Preacher burned all his spiritual energy, staring at the long sword that was so close to him, and the arc of light bursting out from his stance had already begun to lick his shell.

It becomes increasingly concentrated.

In order to survive, it can only become more concentrated.

click -

With a fragile sound, the holy shield collided with the preacher's shell.

Psychic power can no longer maintain all-round defense.

!!!

Before the preacher could react, Arthur threw away the sword that was still blocked by psychic power, and used his fist with all the strength to attack his head with an ordinary straight punch.

bump!
His powerful muscles burst out with the strength of the desire to survive. He grabbed the fist wrapped in ceramic steel and pulled the straight punch to hit the right side of his head.

clang!
The straight punch wrapped in flesh and blood hit the plastic steel, and the two were almost close to each other.

It seems that it escaped this disaster?
But is this the end?

Just as the preacher was about to fight back for his own survival, the blade, which should have fallen under gravity, was suddenly held by the black sword in his left arm and was pressed against his neck.

call!
The vector nozzle of the power backpack turned at this moment, spraying out blue flames, driving the knight's body to rotate.

The blade sank inch by inch into the pureblood's throat, slicing through tissue, splitting bone, and finally leaving a long gash in the plasteel.

The knight spun around and landed on the ground, grabbing the shield before it fell to the ground and reattaching it to the slot on his left arm.

Ding!
The crisp echo resounded throughout the government hall.

Behind him, in the cloud of smoke, a headless corpse knelt on the ground.

(End of this chapter)