Warhammer 40k, but I’m really not an angelic father!

'Indeed, if they don't realize their own weakness, it will be difficult for them to learn humbly in the following teachings.'

Somorian made a gesture with his right hand to accelerate the attack. He needed to quickly break the psychological defenses of these Blood Angels.

Although the journey to Macragge will take some time, training itself is the most time-consuming activity.

I also have to pray that these Blood Angels have a better learning ability, otherwise there is really no way to teach them as many skills and methods as possible in this limited time.

As Somorian's orders were issued, Thorpe and his fellow brothers suddenly felt the pressure on themselves increase sharply.

Originally, the attack of these black-armored guards would give them a short period of time to catch their breath, but now their attack was like throwing themselves into the turbulent and erratic waves of the sea.

As soon as you face an attack from one side, the other side will immediately pounce on you.

But when they wanted to resist, they were shocked to find that this was actually a feint, and the real attack direction was either behind them or above their heads.

The wild wolves that were hunting the cattle finally began to show their true fangs at this moment. Relying on cunning and continuous mobile warfare, they repeatedly tore through the already tattered defense line of the Blood Angels.

One after another, the power backpacks of his brothers were stopped, and then they were knocked unconscious by the huge fists of the Iron Cavalry Terminator.

There were only 12 people left in the original Terminator team of 4. All the Terminators who were pulled out of the line had their power backpacks cut off.

While being tossed back and forth by the surging waves, Thorpe was trying his best to find the flaws in this offensive. No tactics were perfect, not even for these ancient black-armored guards.

Originally he had no idea, but when he saw a black-armored guard give up the attack because one of his brothers retreated to the front line in time, he realized the disadvantages of this tactic.

"Once they lose the initiative, the advantage of their surprise attack will be gone."

After realizing this, Thorpe immediately reorganized the remaining defense forces, and finally issued an order to his brothers that no one could understand.

"Follow the instructions and head to the training ground immediately at full speed! Don't waste any more time here with them!"

Although I don't understand, in this situation where there is a high probability of losing, no one will care why such an order is given.

Since Thorpe had an idea, they should obey it out of trust in their brothers. Besides, it was just a competition and would not cost their lives.

The twenty or so Blood Angels who were still able to move and the four Terminators immediately rushed towards the training ground according to the light signals on the ground.

This tactical change immediately attracted the attention of Sommerian and Akenrod.

The former had a smile on his face, while the latter was a little surprised.

"Play with them some more and see how far they can go."

Thorpe's order caused the next surprise attack that was originally ready to be launched to suddenly come to a brief halt, and the black-armored guards who reacted immediately gave chase.

But at this moment, the initiative has quietly shifted.

Now it is a confrontation of intelligence and strategy between the two sides.

Thorpe can use various means to deceive the Black Armored Guards into making a wrong estimate of his whereabouts, and Somorian can also predict Thorpe's actions and block him in advance.

The originally established situation began to become unclear at this moment.

The balance of victory began to swing back and forth, and the weight held by the winner continued to change with the decisions and mutual blockades of both sides.

In terms of numbers, the Black Armor Guards clearly had an advantage. They could disperse their manpower to intercept in batches, and Thorpe also realized this.

At this moment, he was not just focused on escaping, but was thinking about why Azkalon was able to face the siege of a small team alone.

His own powerful strength as the leader of the Holy Blood Guard is definitely one of the important factors, but are there other reasons?

Thorpe kept thinking while running, and at this moment, he seemed to find that his thoughts were no longer anxious, but began to become calm and composed.

Hiss... psychological warfare?

In an instant, Thorpe seemed to understand something. If those black-armored guards had been exerting psychological pressure on him from the beginning to the end, then he could also exert psychological pressure on those black-armored guards.

Now the initiative is in your hands.

It's their turn to second-guess their actions and make changes to their strategies.

In that case, I can also imitate their actions. Even the most experienced falconer may have his eyes pecked out by an eagle.

As the corridor route is complicated, the black-armored guards must disperse their forces and go to different nodes to intercept him in order to catch his whereabouts, and this is the opportunity.

Thorpe saw the shadow of the Space Wolves in the attack actions of these Black Armored Guards. This method of surrounding and tearing apart the prey's defense bit by bit is exactly the hunting method commonly used by the Space Wolves.

I had the honor of seeing it once in Fenris.

In this way, the Wolf Lords hunted prey so large that even the Astartes had to be careful, and at the subsequent reception banquet, they described the exquisiteness of this combat method to themselves.

If they were old monsters who had fought since the Great Crusade, then these Black Guards must have learned this method from the Space Wolves.

But the Night Lords' spirits are not wolves after all.

Those wild wolves have the hunting instinct rooted in their genes and blood.

During a hunt, each participating wolf can instinctively detect the opportunity to attack without having to wait for the commander to give the order.

But these black-armored guards couldn't do that. They were just imitating the hunting actions of the wild wolves and trying to apply their combat methods to the narrow space of this ship.

This can be seen from the black-armored guard's action of giving up the attack just now - he misjudged the timing of the attack.

But that is impossible for wild wolves. They will only seize the critical opportunity to launch the most deadly attack.

"Listen, let's turn left at the next turning point. After running a few dozen steps, immediately run in the opposite direction, which is the direction of the original right turn. I need to verify something."

Thorpe was silently thinking about a possibility in his mind, and then he had a little idea.

There had been a case of failed hunting by the wolf pack. They intended to hunt a giant elephant with extremely terrifying strength. Its huge size could easily penetrate any hunting area formed by the Space Wolves.

The Space Wolves were forced to set up encirclements in batches to prevent the giant elephant from escaping.

But the end result was that due to the frequent activities, there was a gap in the power of a certain area, and the giant elephant simply escaped.

At the moment, the Blood Angels were the giant elephant, and the Black Armored Guards who were hunting them were the wolves.

Under Thorpe's plan, the Black Armor Guards were indeed fooled once.

One of their early deployments produced the wrong results.

This allowed Thorpe and his men to escape the encirclement at a certain moment. Although they made up for this mistake in the end, it still showed that Thorpe had discovered their weakness.

"What a clever fellow! I suddenly feel they have learned from the Imperial Fists. Otherwise, how could they have found the flaw so quickly?"

Akenrod's voice reached Somorian's ears. Although he was a little surprised, he could still hear that Akenrod was very happy.

Perhaps in the eyes of Akenrod, who likes to teach others, these Blood Angels are a group of unpolished jades that only need a little polishing to make them shine.

"They are about to break through the encirclement. The force we left behind is not enough to stop them."

"That's not necessarily true. They're already tired, and this is just an educational exchange. We'll have plenty of time to train them later, and then let them experience the true terror of the Night Lords."

Thorpe could already see the vast space of the huge training ground, but before it stood eight fully armed black-armored guards.

If you want to successfully break through to the training ground, you must rely on your hard power to break through the blockade of these eight black-armored guards.

The previous period was a confrontation of IQ, and the next phase will be a fight.

The four remaining Terminators took the first step. They each chose their own opponent, but were quickly knocked to the ground by the black-armored guards in front of them.

The skills these guys have honed over thousands of years are truly terrifying. With just a little guidance, they can slam their heavy bodies onto the floor.

The opponent always seemed to be able to sense their attacking intentions in advance, and before they even raised their hands, they would be able to block the movement of their arms.

So much so that they had no way to launch an effective attack.

Seeing that the four Terminators were suppressed, Thorpe immediately ordered the rest of his brothers not to be distracted and to attack the Black Armor Guards together.

The remaining twenty or so Blood Angels immediately launched a siege with different weapons, but most of them failed to have any substantial impact on the Black Armor Guards.

Instead, he was knocked to the ground by two punches from the opponent.

Their attacks were dodged sideways, with such speed that they even wondered if they were facing cousins of the White Scars.

But soon, their vision returned to darkness because the huge fist had hit their faces.

Thorpe was no exception, he also took a solid punch from the Black Armor Guard.

A terrifying force poured into his face, and the violent collision caused his vision to go black instantly. No matter how much he used his psychic power to stimulate his body, he could not see clearly what was in front of him.

But before he fell into silence, he heard the sound of that guy Somorian asking for a beating.

"You're okay, but you're still a little off. In our eyes, you're no different from a bunch of little brats. The journey ahead is still long. Are you ready for the torture?"

"Don't worry, as cousins, we will definitely teach you everything we know. It's just that this process may not be very comfortable. You will understand, right?"

Thorpe wanted to curse the bastard who had tormented them, but he could no longer control his body. As his vision returned to darkness, his mind also fell into a coma.

"These are a group of talented people. If it were back then, Azcaron would have led his team to attack us and hold us accountable for our actions."

"Perhaps, but now that Azcaron is gone, if we drag them down, these little brats will experience firsthand what a truly dark future is like. This memory will surely be unforgettable for them."

(The same type of Iron Cavalry can be seen in the Battle of Calth Cg, but it is definitely not a Void Shield, which is installed on ships)

75

Chapter 75 Either hand over the old woman's sword or forget it.

(I'm so sorry QAQ, I didn't realize how big of an error there was in the previous chapter until I posted that comment in the comment section)

(It failed to advance the plot.)

(I'm so sorry, I'll update 4000 words first, and then update 6000 words during the day to fill in the plot gap of the previous chapter)

(Please forgive me QAQ)

After Sandales passed the black-armored guards at the gate and entered the main control room, what immediately caught his eye was his gloomy brother and two extremely conspicuous people.

He didn't know these two people, or to be more precise, these two elves.

One of the taller Eldar with obvious masculine features covered everything in a red armor, but even so, he could still see the other's eyes constantly scanning over him.

Another relatively short but extremely elegant and beautiful figure was standing beside him, holding a slender but slightly curved sword in one hand and a folding fan that could guide psychic energy in the other.

Although he did not understand the meaning of the complicated hair accessories and ornaments on his head, even from the simplest attire, he must be the leader of this Eldar army.

"Are they the ones who came on this ship?"

"What else? They suddenly appeared on a small ship and almost brought me to a sword fight."

Koz was leaning aside, looking at the two Eldar figures with displeasure, who in his eyes should have been torn into pieces long ago. He originally wanted to help Sandales leave Cadia, but they suddenly appeared in the ship.

A conservative estimate is that it should have been transmitted through psychic energy.

After all, in his memory, these elves have made great achievements in the use of psychic energy.

"Tell me, what do you two want to do?"

"I am the leader of the Eldar Death Army and the current agent of the power of Inad, the God of Death. You can call me Evelyne."

Evelyne, wearing a gorgeous long dress, stood up with her slender legs and looked face to face with Sandales.

According to the prophets' predictions, this powerful being with white wings and wearing golden armor will become the new hope of the human empire. He and his other demigod brothers will once again raise the beacon of the human empire.

It united the originally loose and powerless human empire into a whole again, and unleashed the power that this huge imperial machine should have.

"We voluntarily assist you in resurrecting the Lord of Ultramar, simply because your fate is closely tied to the safety of the entire galaxy."

"We must fight the enemy together."

Sandiles didn't believe a word Evelyne said. Those guys who were superstitious about prophecies and talked nonsense every day were always doing things that they shouldn't do.

Everything they do is constantly pushing for the success of the so-called prophecy, but in the end, they naively believe that they can change the outcome of the prophecy.

"Don't bother talking about being nice. Neither of us is a good person. Humans are not easy to deal with, and you Eldar are almost the same."

Before Sandales could say anything, Koz, who was leaning against the wall, had already refuted Evelyne's statement.

To him, these Eldar were not as trustworthy as the Orcs.

At least the latter are sometimes stupid, so stupid that if you beat them up and make them surrender, you can also become the Orc Warboss.

Those orcs don't care what your true purpose is, but these Eldar may not.

But I remember that they will continue to lead the Zerg into the human world for the safety of the so-called Ark World.

"I make no excuses for the egregious actions of my compatriots, and I will do everything in my power to make amends for their actions in the future, but for now, I ask for your trust."

Faced with Koz's sarcasm, Evelyne did not choose to defend herself.

It is true that those compatriots did short-sighted things for survival, and when they did those things they did not consider at all whether they would need to stand on the same front with humans in the future.

They took things too far and did that kind of stupid thing more than once.

Even if it is necessary to temporarily relieve the pressure of war, such direct hostile actions should not be taken.