This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 90 You can only retreat!

"Don't let down the blood of the dead!"

Boom!

A sound like muffled thunder entered the perception system, and at this time the red angel had already come close.

Swah——

First there was the sound of the decomposition force field cutting through the shell, and then a dark green plasma passed by the side of the angel that had stopped abruptly and shot straight into the sky.

The ripe body of a plasma cannon worm collapsed, its fatal attack missed, and its life came to an end.

The Hive Tyrant was stunned, looking at the angel who was about to collide head-on with the plasma.

The angel neither retreated nor showed any other emotions, but just walked forward angrily.

Too bad you can’t predict it!
Before the heavy Tyrant guards could surround him, Karna raised his spear and stood in front of the Hive Tyrant with its doors wide open. He leaned back, concentrated his strength on the spear, then leaned forward and stepped down with his left foot.

boom!
With Karna as the center of the circle, the lava, broken meat, and shells on the ground all bounced up on the spot. He used his left foot as a fulcrum and threw the spear in an extremely wild manner.

Snapped!
There was a loud explosion in the air, and a ring mixed with various colors exploded in the atmosphere. The gun body was like a meteor, piercing forward relentlessly.

The Hive Tyrant retreated in panic, and the weapon with the decomposition field pierced the psychic shield, tearing a huge gap in the thick armor of the limbs.

The angel was not idle either. He swung his arms and ran wildly, catching the exhausted spear, and then attacked with continuous stabbing and slashing.

The Hive Tyrant was already in a mess due to this sudden attack, and finally could not hold on after receiving such an impact, and could only retreat continuously.

Withdrew from the guards and the chaotic battlefield.

Then he stepped into the cage called Duel.

How did he find it?
The Hive Tyrant's mind became rigid due to the violent attack, and he instantly became stunned.

The hive mind, which was still coordinating the nodes, hadn't even reacted when something impossible happened.

The Hive Tyrant, which originally served as the command node, was found, and the so-called camouflage and tactical deception were all ineffective.

Even the Hive Mind cannot find the enemy commander, so it can only continuously behead the human front-line commanders in the hope that the enemy will reveal a flaw.

But how does this individual see through the disguise?

It seemed that there would never be an answer. At least for the time being, the Hive Will had no time to think about it, because He now had to face something extremely real.

Killing intent, killing intent filled with boundless rage.

"Chop, slice, chop!"

The crimson angel was drowned in frenzied rage, and any combat template seemed so pale in the face of the completely random and deadly attack.

"Burn, my enemies!"

The roars did not stop his movements at all. He swept his spear across, and a circular arc emerged, sweeping through the swarm of insects.

The tyrant retreated again, and the guards gave chase.

The already tilted hive building began to crack in the middle under the enormous pressure, and the building began to tilt and collapse. As the ground was pried open by the huge building modules, countless promethium spurted out from the severed pipes.

Want to live?
A shadow pierced through the dust.

Karna swung his spear and forced the tyrant off the cliff.

can.

Then he fell rapidly, raised the tip of his spear, and aimed directly at the tyrant's head.

Clang!
Another round of sharp blade clash.

The Hive Tyrant blocked the attack, and the huge bone blade forged by psychic energy stuck the gun blade that was decomposing the force field.

He finally reacted.

Swish!
Another slashing blow came, the beast retreated, and the angel stood still.

The crimson angel tilted his head, blood streaming down his cheek.

"Roar!"

As if responding to Karna's roar, the Hive Tyrant roared again, and the deep green psychic energy fluctuations became deeper as the Hive Will retracted the psychic energy nodes.

Blood was splattered as Karna took a step forward, his speed getting faster and faster, facing the baptism of psychic shock waves, as if he could not see the arcs of light that were enough to melt metal.

Humanity paid a huge price to resist the swarm of insects. The defense line was gradually breached, and key facilities in various places could not be recovered in time. Countless people died every minute and every second.

You can only choose to retreat! "Come, face me! Face your end!"

The angel forcefully penetrated the storm, and the outward spiritual energy was dissipated upon contact with him. The extreme high temperature could only scratch lava-like marks on the ceramic steel armor.

clang! ! !
When the two met again, the spear slashed the middle of the bone blade, forcing back the tyrant who was accumulating spiritual energy.

Karna just kept moving forward, having transformed human sacrifice into an emotion, engraved on that handsome face.

Its name is Unstoppable Fury.

"Come face death!"

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The command center was completely silent.

Looking down from the air, the angel's trajectory is even more shocking.

A noticeable crack appeared in the hive, extending from the edge of the battlefield to the vicinity of the Forge World.

On the road baptized by the psychic energy of the Hive Tyrant, there is not a single intact house to be seen, and the body of the angel is the most conspicuous. The surging psychic power burns the armor, coating it with lava-like cracks, and it looks like a shining gem from a distance.

The front line also changed rapidly. The offensive that once troubled Romulus was eased. The Zerg, which had occupied a large number of nodes, began to become sluggish and no longer had the sharp appearance before.

The remaining humans, those who were still fleeing, looked at each other in confusion for a short while, and finally picked up their weapons again and turned around.

"The defense line is stable."

At the Broken Sword command post, Colonel Kovek put down his binoculars and covered his right hand with some discomfort.

His right arm was cut off and now replaced with a mechanical one.

It's lucky for him that when Kovek was assassinated by a hive unit called Licart, the Carcharhinans were around.

"Humanity has been given another chance."

The political commissar rubbed his eyebrows. After taking stimulants for two months, to be honest, it was not as good as an angel's charge.

This is the magic of personal charm. The same behavior, when done by different people, will produce completely different results.

Some people are able to convey their ideas to everyone through a simple action.

And the message that the crimson angel conveyed to them was—

No place is safe. Only by standing with the rebels can you fight for a chance to survive. Running away means death, hiding also means death, and predators will eat everything.

The Mechanical Temple's combat power protects something more important. Don't expect it to protect you.

There is no such thing as luck.

For even the Emperor's Angels can only fight with their lives.

This is a war where everything is at stake!

This is an unstoppable war!
The swarm's long-range firepower blasted through the armor, exploding a ball of fire in the spacious chamber.

The chaotic crowd stopped almost at the same time, looking at the traces left in the sky, like sculptures.

"Yes, I shouldn't have run away."

A young man turned around first, holding a gun, and walked into the familiar trench.

Running away will only expose your comrades to the enemy's claws, then your back will be exposed, and finally your loved ones, and everything about you that makes you human will be eaten away.

"Yes, fight them."

More and more people rushed to the front line and took up arms. Death had already come to them, and they could only exchange their lives for an opportunity.

How much power does one person have?

The rage of an angel can crush a hundred men and force a tyrant to retreat; the magic of a wizard can sweep away tens of thousands of men and tip the scales of war.

But they were insignificant in a war that involved countless humans and half of the hive city.

The so-called hero is a leader who moves with the times. What he needs to arouse is the human desire for "survival" in order to drive this giant hammer to crush everything.

It’s just a correct guidance and a collective turn.

The collapsed defense line was stabilized again, and the people who were in danger finally got a chance to "survive" again under the watchful eyes of the endless swarm of insects.

They can no longer retreat!

(End of this chapter)