This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 41 Victory
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The impact from behind pushed the shark away, and several poison crystals flew past and penetrated deeply into the steel wall.

The ancient warrior who knocked the shark away raised his gun and fired back.

The beam passed by, and when they reacted, they saw an alien body flashing in the shadows, and could also hear the sound of poison crystals piercing through ceramic steel. The murderous intent bursting out of their minds reached its limit at this moment.

With rumbling steps, there was a whistling explosion in the atmosphere, and the three sharks left a pale wake.

kill!

One person raised his foot and kicked straight, forcing the enemy to block.

One person grabs the alien's limbs and restricts its movement.

Then the last one jumped high and split the head with an axe.

"!!!"

After tearing the insidious shooter apart, the sharks looked back with grief and regret.

The ancient warrior hundreds of meters away quickly raised his hand to signal that everything was fine. The sharks finally felt relieved and then quickly ran towards their next prey after the other party made a tactical gesture.

The team formed a relatively tight formation. In addition to the two sharks responsible for the main attack, there was always a guard beside the ancient warrior.

They must be more vigilant and careful not to make such mistakes again.

The sharks quickly cleared out the enemies hiding in the alleys with cold murderous intent.

Unlike their violent killing methods, the sharks are silent. After tearing their prey into pieces, they quickly merge into the dark ocean.

The attacking Great Sharks have an unpredictable speed. The shadows in their blood are entangled in them, which is their best protective color. They only show their fangs when they strike, cut and crush any enemy who dares to stand against them.

Just like the top predator when the Terra Ocean still existed, the prey could only see the bloody mouth opened under the deep blue when it was about to die.

"Slow down and head to the next node in three seconds."

Romulus' voice rang in his ears, allowing the focused shark to spare a moment to glance at the veteran who was still staring at the shadows.

Their excellent eyesight allowed them to see the penetrating wound on Raven's visor, from which only a little blood splattered. It was obvious that he had turned his head in time to avoid fatal damage.

Being able to immediately spot the traces of these creatures in the Dark Eldar's territory, point out their targets, and predict the enemy's attack trajectory, this kind of experience—

Sharks often pride themselves on their own silence and lethality, but they can't help but marvel at the experience and precision of the ancient warriors.

"Amazing impact."

The repeater projected video images from each team. With the help of perspective, Romulus carefully controlled the pace of each team, looking for every opportunity on the battlefield and then seizing it.

From being a little immature at the beginning, I gradually became proficient.

Getting better.

He watched as the soul projections in his sight, which were like puppets on his fingertips, disappeared into thin air amidst the heavy encirclement. He watched as their combined strength was violently cut apart by the unmatched individual strength of Karna and others, and then eaten by the endless swarm of sharks.

These enemies are like playthings in the palm of your hand.

The most unstoppable tactic on the battlefield is to manipulate the enemy.

At this moment, Romulus had this unique advantage.

"I finally understand why Horus always preferred to use the Pale Nomads for the first round of the main attack when he went to war."

Romulus said.

He would do the same thing if he could no longer command the war dogs.

Although letting the troops launch the first charge on a large battlefield means not taking their lives seriously.

But this pure numerical beauty——

“The benefits are really too high.”

Ramses, who maintained the psychic field and used psychic power to open an extra God's perspective for his partner to facilitate micro-manipulation, couldn't help but speak.

Only a commander can know the lethality of the Man-Eating Shark. The charge of this group of people combined with the shadow talent is really terrifying. Even if they rush in front of you, you may not be able to react.

And this way of killing.
This is why it is not easy to see now when facing the fearless Dark Eldar. However, if it were placed on the front battlefield of a conventional battle, the morale would collapse on the spot if the quality of the enemy's troops was slightly worse.

"I think I'd rank the Raven's individual combat ability second only to the Thousand Sons."

"Where did you put the Dark Angel?"

Romulus stared intently at every image transmitted from the battlefield, and in his mind he also sorted out the views from various Imperial Fists.

"If you really want to compare top combat power, why don't you include the Imperial Fist as well?"

Ramses increased the soul suppression power on several slightly stronger enemies, staring at the movements in the subspace and replied in a bad mood.

"Then Sigismund simply ended the subject."

The atmosphere between the two seemed quite relaxed, as the battle went exactly as expected, and this feeling of having everything under control was very comfortable.

They can even find time to focus on micromanaging individual actions and taking the risk of injury on behalf of the sharks.

After all, the flesh men on their side can die if they want, but the sharks are all living people. Even if they are being watched by the emperor, they cannot die easily.

Romulus's operational limit is there. There is only a certain number of people, but if they die, they can be replaced at any time.

It would take the Sharks at least a hundred years to train a veteran like this, and he knows what is important.

"It's time to finish."

His sight fell on the target with the greatest soul power in the passage. The movement routes of Karna and the other two killers were visible in his field of vision, overlapping with the image.

There, in the center of this killing web, was the Archon of this raiding fleet.

The Archon's followers had been exhausted in the multiple attacks, and the repeated collective struggles among the Jedi were in vain.

After sending Arthur to repeatedly confirm the hidden traps in various places, Romulus found that this guy didn't even have time to activate the explosives used for a desperate gamble.

It is unclear why the other party did not set the remote activation mode, which prevented Ramses from releasing the soul shock that he had been preparing.

"Stop patrolling. The main attack group will enter the inner circle in batches. The outer circle troops will rendezvous at the marked nodes and provide fire cover on the main routes."

He absorbed information from various teams, quickly reviewed it through the panel he had programmed, and then issued orders.

Romulus tightened the noose representing death, and more than a hundred members inside the battlefield began to change their formation with unprecedented coordination following the meticulous commands in the communication.

This battle will naturally end in a destined way.

That is victory—

coming!

The ground shook slightly, then grew more violent like an earthquake, as if a train was coming towards him in the passage.

It was him, this time the dark angel.

The men leading the way in front barely reacted, and before they could even raise their guns, they were chopped off like straw, and smelly blood splattered everywhere.

Ah, and the Scarlet Butcher, and the Silent Knight. The beautiful scene of life passing unfolded before him, and the Archon vowed to remember these majestic figures.

If he had the chance, he would definitely send these warriors to the bloody battlefield of Arena Queen Lilith, and have the entire Comoros witness their deaths.

At the same time, he also stopped, as if he had given up struggling, listening to the continuous sound of iron boots trampling on the road, and smiled at the approaching angel.

Just as the Archon smiled triumphantly, the metal ground in front of Karna suddenly arched up.

boom--

A nearly four-meter-tall engine of pain came out and waved its limbs. God knows how such a huge creature could move in the narrow drainage ditch.

The metal was cut into pieces by the flying complex limbs, and as it moved, it burst out like thunder, bombarding the surroundings with sparks.

Karna raised his hand without any panic.

Stab, provoke, chop!

With an amazing display of martial arts, the Pain Engine flew up like a picked-up ball. Before it landed, the snake mercenaries who had crawled out of the cave with it were left with only a pool of mud.

Looking straight ahead, at the Archon who pointed his gun at him, the Dark Angel didn't even think about dodging. He thrust his spear upwards, piercing through the Pain Engine before it hit the ground.

Puff, puff!
Muffled sounds merged into one, and the disintegration weapon bombarded the back of the Pain Engine, scraping off large pieces of flesh and blood. Even Karna had to retract the partially bitten gun blade and then throw out the Pain Engine.

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A huge body flew over, blocking the Archon's vision.

Then the tall angel rushed forward and smashed down the power spear.

clang!
A long gap appeared on the ground.

As if teleporting, the target Archon appeared behind Karna and began to rush at high speed.

Another trump card. The governor who can control a raiding fleet in Comoros always has his own trump card.

This wasn't the first time he'd escaped.

The guards around him, his understanding of the environment, and the high technology in his hands are all the capital he uses to escape from encirclement time and time again.

But the consul would not choose to simply run away and wait for death.

Before his death, he would teach these apes a painful lesson in his own way.

"It's just a mindless pursuit."

The Archon thought sarcastically as he broke off the overloaded transport device, feeling the pain of his burned flesh and relying on a speed far exceeding that of the Space Marines to distance himself.

The roar behind them weakened, and the remaining members of the guard faithfully fulfilled their duties, hooking the Scarlet Angel away.

While being chased and blocked, he, who was experienced in being murdered, had already discovered the only loophole in the deadly encirclement.

That is the angel's recklessness.

The Archon didn't know how he was locked in, and the shock from the Lady of Thirst forced him to ignore some things he shouldn't have thought about.

Because if his opponent were the voters of that hungry lady, he was not sure if he could muster the courage to resist.

Of course, the team that encircled and suppressed him was undoubtedly outstanding, efficient and powerful. Even in Comoros, where there were many strong people, they were enough to be included in the most elite hunting team.

But the mindless pursuit and killing of angels exposed the biggest weakness of this hunting team.

That means the initiative to choose the battlefield is in his hands.

Listening to the cold, steady wind in the passage, the Archon was certain that the angel had left again.

Others might have cared about the traps, but this violent and powerful angel stepped into them again and again.

It was obvious that this warrior did not have the ability to identify traps.

Even though the environment changed, he still clearly remembered the areas where the dark matter bombs were placed.

He only needs to conceal his intentions by fleeing in a panic. The troops that are encircling him will eventually step into the network woven during his escape, and then become the burial objects for his own death this time.

Perfect plan.

A cruel smile played on the Archon's lips.

A bunch of idiots wasting their talents, and I am the only one who is behind the conspiracy.

The only pity is that I have to race against time and cannot say goodbye to these charming warriors in a calm manner.

Oh, maybe I should give my men a little trust, otherwise I wouldn't be racing against time to detonate the bomb myself.

"As long as we get there."

Ignoring the alarmed Thinker, the Archon swung the Blade of Pain to cut a gap, and with his strong body, he directly broke open the closed isolation door.

Then the Archon paused.

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The silent knight stood quietly in the middle of the passage, with his shield planted on the ground with one hand and the black sword on his shoulder armor, facing him in a relaxed posture.

It seems like a provocation.

The consul did not act rashly, because he himself had used this method many times to deceive those young men into attacking rashly. The best proof of this was the wounded corpse left at the knight's feet.

"Think about it, Ashton, think about it, there's a passage to the left door. I can go that way, but it's a bit of a detour."

Holding the plasma grenade in his hand, a series of plans quickly flashed through the Archon's mind, but before he could make any move, the door on the left was torn open by heavy claws.

call--

The scarlet blood mist spread, and Tiberus, who was much taller than the average Space Marine, appeared. Through the gaps in the heavy figure, the Archon could only see minced meat on the ground and the blood that filled the entire passage and was still escaping.

"Looks like I have no choice but to turn back. The angel is still being harassed by the snake-man. They must have been pulled away. I must trust my judgment."

The Archon turned his head.

Behind him, an angel stained crimson with blood walked slowly forward, and the belated war dog brandished its axe blade, gnawing on the still struggling and twitching body, making the final move on the battlefield.

hum!
A shocking impact coming from afar fiercely tore through the protection of the Archon's visor.

Clang!
Just at the moment he lost consciousness, the black sword left an afterimage in the air and cut off the left arm holding the grenade.

The huge Megalodon withstood the blow of the blade, moved close to the Archon, and crushed his limbs in the most violent way.

The angel came closer, the rage in his eyes faded, and he looked at the conceited alien with a sarcastic smile on his handsome face.

Three pairs of eyes just stared quietly at the Archon, at this dark Eldar who had lost everything.

How dare you be complacent about your own wishful thinking?
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(End of this chapter)