Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

The pirates' wails were rewarded by the Emperor's mercy. When the blades passed through their weak bodies, they finally remembered that the powerful commander in front of them was an Astartes, an Astartes who should have allowed any creature to survive. The Emperor's Angels were afraid of everyone, including the trembling humans.

The pirates were like falling into an ice cellar, and the seriously injured fell to the ground so that the lightly injured did not dare to speak.

If given a choice, they would immediately fly away on a battleship.

"Combat orders, the first one, I don't need to repeat it again, right?"

No pirate said anything, only a certain Astartes who had no self-awareness was still complaining to William, "Don't worry about those guys, the time it takes to manage them is enough for us to kill 366 aliens." "

William glanced at him, and he finally realized something. He turned his head, as if he felt that he was losing face, and muttered softly, "Three hundred and sixty-seven."

In addition to anti-psychic armor, the troops led by Ironface also had a small number of Indomitable Terminators. There were still some Black Shield warriors who refused to undergo Ascension surgery and maintained the form of ordinary Astartes.

Several pointed heads poked out of the large hole in the tall spire they broke through, and they were immediately suppressed by fire.

"Ignore them and attack this short spire."

William didn't know why the spire was so low, but the more unusual it was, the more he wanted to explore.

The last of the melta bombs were planted, having nearly exhausted their stocks in the previous battle.

As the bomb exploded, half the company's troops entered the small tower, but William did not move at all.

The Death Watch and the Inquisitors wanted to take action, but were stopped by the "foreign students" of Red Torrent.

"What are you waiting for? I don't need a terminator like yours, I can still kill the enemy." The son of Dorne pushed away the warriors blocking the way, but more warriors stood in front of him.

"William, what do you want to do?"

They even raised their bolters and pointed them at the surrounding warriors.

William didn't panic at all, he raised his hands, and the worn-out power armor seemed to freeze in place, the moment it retired.

Supply Transport Vehicle No. 2 emerged from the gap in the tall towers like a coiled dragon. The laser at the dragon's eye instantly destroyed the Dark Eldar who were still pulling at the hole and the fire coverage troops, burning their upper bodies into a ball. Fire Cloud, the Dark Eldar companions screamed and dragged it into the cave.

"Okay, everyone, change your armor and fight again. Brother Iron Mask's troops need us."

Except for a certain white-scarred boy who reluctantly touched the lightweight power armor, everyone else put on battle armor.

The Inquisitor appeared from the shadows, wearing the trousers of the dead pirates. He did not show dissatisfaction, but instead preached to this group of pirates who were not strong enough to fight.

Do you know that the Ordo Xenos has not fought such a rich war for many years? Every day, I think about how to rely on these "elite" Astartes to raid into the core of the alien lair, and walk through the reconnaissance position nervously past a bunch of disgusting enemies. Never have the Astartes been casually used as the core of the assault like today? , tens of thousands of troops destroyed the enemy's nest?

Heretics are heretics, let them fight the Dark Eldar to death, and it would be best for the Empire if both sides die.

Just as he was thinking about this, two old friends, William and Sisyphus, bumped fists and walked out of the small train carriage.

"This armor really needs some time to get familiar with."

Except for a certain White Scar boy sitting on a brand new motorcycle who was also wearing power armor, the other Primaris warriors all said that it smelled really good.

......

The veterans of the Death Watch slowly entered the area. Most of the arena in front of them had been destroyed, and the Ironface troops were attacking the theater above.

A white shadow passed by, and the white-scarred warrior quickly disappeared.

"The wind direction is very chaotic, there may be other channels."

"You don't need to say this." The judge was given five hairstyles in three seconds. The pirate behind him pressed his helmet and snickered silently.

As he spoke, a single-molecule cutting dart was fired silently at the Son of Dorn.

"Bang~"

Countless firepower immediately counterattacked, blasting the enemy's sneaking pipe to pieces.

"This armor is too bulky and cannot dodge attacks at all."

"Why hide?"

William gradually adapted to the strange creation created by Christina, and strode forward, passing through the collapsed protective wall. Above were the battle traces left by various aliens, which were now replaced by scorched black.

The strange noise coming from below alerted the soldiers. Strangely, it didn't sound like footsteps, but rather like the sound of mopping the floor.

"Something's coming."

"It's the Snake Man." The veterans could identify their opponents just by their vibrations. They were too familiar with the aliens.

The Astartes immediately changed their formation. Except for William who seemed very abrupt, the others maintained a complete front formation.

The destructive armor was prioritized at the outermost position, while the melee type hid behind it, leaving the front position to the pirates.

"Brother William, come to me." The veteran still greeted William and guided him to the flank of the formation.

"I'm afraid that's not necessary, brother."

William stood at the front of the entire formation and became the tip of the spear.

"Come back soon, brother."

"Let him go. Death always favors those who underestimate the enemy."

William never underestimated his enemy, he just completely believed in Sisyphus and the Red Torrent.

The six-armed snakes are similar to the slayers. Slaanesh always favors the aliens who grow up like this. A long time ago, the life of the snakes was very similar to that of the Dark Eldar. It is also the same now. The two sides are important "allies", but The arrogant Dark Eldar always regard him as a bodyguard who is not very bright.

The incoming snakemen are obviously melee warriors. Their six arms and flexible snake tails give them an absolute advantage in melee combat, and their hard scales can help them block most melee weapons and most long-range weapons.

They appeared from the animal release area, and there were as many as thirty-two of them.

"It seems that our allies are not very reliable, and they can miss so many battle achievements."

The son of Dorne laughed, picking his enemies and firing. The direct-fire missiles were not used proficiently, and many of them were emptied, turning the auditorium into piles of ruins.

The snake man was very fast. After dodging several missiles that passed by, he rushed in front of William.

A knife.

The snake man looked at his abdomen in disbelief. It was clear that the four machetes had accurately struck the opponent's vital points, clearly holding back the enemy's attack, clearly...

The blade of the knife enters the throat, like drinking bitter wine.

The second knife cut off the enemy's head cleanly. Facing the overwhelming number of enemies, William did not retreat at all and went straight forward, actively looking for more snake men.

Sisyphus would help him take care of enemies he couldn't take care of at the same time.

Straight thrusts, slashes, slashes, the green dragon looking at the moon, the two winds breaking through the waves, the single-handedly carrying a thousand snows...

William burst out with terrifying individual combat capabilities, roaming freely among the enemy groups, strolling in the courtyard as if he were in a deserted land.

For so many years, he has been wandering alone, facing countless deadly threats. Now there are my brothers from all directions, what can you do to me?

After noticing William, the snake men also concentrated their efforts and asked twenty-three snake men to come forward to entangle the Death Watch troops, while the remaining ones attacked William with all their strength.

Sisyphus stepped forward, and the pumpkin hammer was fast and hard, shattering the Clive blade and hard scales in front of him. The hammer covered with surging spiritual energy touched the opponent's body, and the flesh burst and the soul disappeared.

The speed of both sides was so fast that the pirates only fired a few shots. The battle was already over before the second magazine in their waists was replaced.

They are like the atmosphere team, only responsible for using shining laser bullets to illuminate the war enthusiasm of both sides.

"Brother William, where did you learn your swordsmanship?"

"Of course on the battlefield, blood is the best lesson."

Neither side said much, and the Death Watch soldiers looked around, looking for something.

"Snake people don't appear alone. They are usually the bodyguards of the Cabal's Archons."

"Maybe, it might be something more important. We shouldn't attack upwards. We have to look for a way down."

As soon as William finished speaking, he heard a rough and savage roar, "Judge, what are you grinding for? Use your sixth sense to find it."

......

The inquisitor is full of black marks, so he usually forgets it. Now I have just finished training the pirates behind me, so why don't you do this...I don't want to lose face~

The judge opened his hands, but no vision occurred, making people suspect that he was just faking his sleep.

In fact, the Inquisitor's psychic powers have been deployed in most corners of the arena, and except for the anti-psionic armor area, they have basically been explored.

"There's something wrong with that hole." The inquisitor closed his eyes and pointed to a hole. It looked like a place where Tyranids or other savage beasts were released in a barbaric performance.

"Be careful, something's wrong."

It's a pity that the Inquisitor's deputy died in the last battle, otherwise the two of them would have been able to see more clearly.

Everyone moved forward vigilantly. After putting on the anti-psionic armor, all the surrounding passages seemed crowded and narrow. In some places, they had to squat and walk sideways to pass.

The closer to the core area, the more such places there are. From time to time, there are flying spears and closed wall traps. Deadly traps are set up inside the core of the spire without hesitation, making William more and more suspicious.

"Judge, are you sure this is the right way?"

"Turn left ahead."

"We have to work together now, this is the best chance for all of humanity."

"I know that better than you do."

William took a deep breath. The judge seemed to be actively leading him into a trap. He said nothing except the route.

"You go ahead."

"Does this mean you refuse to move forward?"

"I refuse to take your orders."

"For the sake of the great Emperor, it is our duty to take the lead."

"Your Majesty the Emperor, let your most loyal Inquisitor use flesh and blood to guide us forward."

William chose the right side, and the inquisitor looked at him coldly, and then... Direct-fire missiles blasted the left passage in a circle, and countless poisonous mist liquid exploded and scattered all over the place. The environment was immediately worse than the world of death. , the judge had to emit spiritual energy to protect his body.

"Go forward, the road ahead has been cleared."

Several veterans of the Death Watch looked at all this with a bitter heart. They had wanted to do this for a long time, but they just endured it for the reputation and glory of the war group.

"Okay, now we need to work together, there is no point in fighting among ourselves."

William was still walking at the front, but he completely ignored the judge's words and listened to Sisyphus's prophetic actions.

It is very troublesome to actively enter the prophecy state. It is more like an enhanced combat intuition or sixth sense. If the old think tank thinks there may be a problem, just avoid it.

The snake-men's attacks never stop. Their poor brains and martial spirit often make them attack through narrow passages with their swords, and the success rate is completely zero.

"The gravity has changed here."

The channel's gravity lock changed direction, ever so slightly, but still perceptibly.

"We're in the next area."

"No, look up there, bro."

The footprints they had just stepped on appeared on the ceiling above their heads, and the dents formed on the floor by the heavy weight of the adamantine armor were undeniable.

"We're stuck in a maze."

"No," Sisyphus said, "We are moving towards the target area. Don't be fooled by appearances. What you see is not the truth."

The discovery of the old think tank made the Death Watch doubtful, and William knew him too well.

"Please advise."

"It's just a projection."

The ceiling was too high, and a bomb flew over. The "ceiling" exploded, creating a crater, but with the powerful eyesight of the Primaris warriors, a flash of light could be clearly seen.

The same technology as the battleship's phantom curtain.

The increase in Sisyphus's prestige makes the inquisitor increasingly marginalized...

After walking a few hundred meters, it suddenly became clear that a hall more than ten meters high appeared in everyone's eyes. It was a single floor with no second floor. The straight walls made people wonder whether this was the work of the Dark Eldar.

"Haha, where are their ghost graffiti?"

"It's really troublesome in the back."

Sisyphus walked up to a wall, swung his sledgehammer and "pierced the wall" hard, destroying the curtain device hidden behind it.

"It seems that the master here likes to use illusions."

The disappearance of the optical illusion revealed a huge vault door, with a long scroll of death carved on it, which was the best torture method that the Dark Eldar had explored over the years.

"The Judgment Priest saw it and didn't know what to think."

"Are there any melta bombs left?"

"There are melta guns."

One soldier held this large gun in both hands, powerful enough to serve as a cannon for a city-breaking tank.

This time, the scorching nuclear stream did not penetrate the mysterious door, and the reflected radiation made the two psykers even more uncomfortable.

"Maybe I should stay away from you."

Sisyphus took three steps back and suddenly stood up.

To everyone's surprise, the side wall was smashed hard, and the six-centimetre-thick steel plate was penetrated, revealing the passage behind it.

"Bad trick."

The data reflected by the nuclear flow on various walls made Sisyphus feel abnormal. His eyes filled with psychic power were more reliable than the detection instruments.

"If the door is opened, there will probably be another door behind it. If it were me, I would do that."

.......

The group's deepening triggered the alarm, but in the end, few warriors from the Hatred Cabal came out to stop them, allowing the Primaris warriors to easily tear apart the last line of defense and enter the land of sin.

The line between life and death is blurred here.

The maddened Cabal of Final Hatred is always dedicated to studying the secrets between the dead and the dead, trying to completely decipher and even surpass the secrets of the once undead.

The Ancient Spirits will also age, but they can be reincarnated, but this is not the case with the Hatred Cabal in the end. They try to use a body to gain eternal life.

Of course, the experimenter was not himself. The slaves were drained of every drop of their souls in infinite pain. In the end, the "feast" organized by the hate cabal was famous for its longevity and extremely deliciousness. Even humans could get it. Delaying death for hundreds of years is like being stuffed into a stasis position when human beings are about to die, consciously experiencing hundreds of years of painful death.

This is a luxurious ballroom with gorgeous decorations everywhere. Gemstones are embedded in the bones of huge beasts as load-bearing pillars. There are several statues placed in the splendid hall. A few miserable souls in a state of life and death.

No green-skinned person has ever been able to survive for so long without a fight. The stripped-down Tau was suspended in the air with unknown steel needles inserted into its body, and the device on the side could lower it to the dancer's head at any time.

"I can't bear to burn this place to ashes."

"Yes, but there is no rush. Inquisitor, please do your best. There must be entrances to secret laboratories or treasure houses around."

Exhibits precious to the Dark Eldar must have been placed alongside the laboratory.

The alien inquisitor was silent. He could claim that there were no other rooms here. No matter how powerful these Astartes were, they would not be able to find them. However, he was sure that he would not have the chance to come back here. The scene in the laboratory also made him His dead soul was shaken,

"go back."

If you want to advance, retreat.

Everyone returned to the door of the passage they came in from. After closing the door, the entire passage changed rapidly like an elevator, and finally arrived at the secret garden.

Humans are flowers.

Countless near-death scenes are pieced together to form a bizarre and charming death exhibition hall.

In the end, the most important technological breakthrough of the Hatred Cabal was to bind the soul to the corpse, instead of dissipating in the wind at the moment of death as usual.

The place is littered with corpses, but tortured souls still roam the place.

The last beat of the heart of the person whose heart was dug out is forever frozen in the hands of the stone statue. The body of the person who was burned in the fire has endured decades of burning. The blood no longer flows, but the soul still mourns.

"It's hard for me to imagine that there are so many ways to die."

"I'm afraid it's inappropriate to say this here."

"Inquisitor, do you speak Eldar? What does it say?"

Mortals cannot understand the complex language of the Eldar, but a brush of psychic energy can give the xenos inquisitors the general meaning.

"To the greatest and most respected scientist, Archon Tion Clark" These words are engraved under a sculpture of an Eldar beauty.

Below is the name of a Haemonculi.

"Look around for something valuable," Sisyphus continued, looking around. "They can't be saved."

The Inquisitor had already started, and he had never thought of rescuing these humans.

William called to stop the people who were about to disperse.

"You mean, below is the name of a Haemonculus?"

"If the translation is correct, it's because he wrote the 12-member Council of Haemonculi."

"Concentrate your firepower and destroy it."

Everyone didn't know why, but the soldiers of Red Torrent had raised their guns, but the other soldiers did not.

They were not William's subordinates and refused to accept William's leadership.

"In this world where flesh and blood are dying, stone statues will not be allowed to exist."

The shattered statue was splashed with dripping blood, and a real beauty of the Dark Eldar tribe was sealed in it, in a superimposed state of life and death created by them.

The body quickly became broken, and the flowing blood dripped on the stone carvings of words, and the blood dyed the gray words into bright red.

"Archon Tion Clark is the name of this statue and the name of this Dark Eldar. As for the name of the Haemonculus below, he is the creator of this work."

William paused, "It would be simpler to look at the problem from the enemy's perspective. But I was a little surprised that she was just a simple statue. I thought it was some powerful flesh and blood weapon..."

As he spoke, the blood-stained stone carvings emitted a strange light, and a powerful force emanated from it. Everyone's souls felt a powerful repulsive force, constantly compressing their souls into their bodies.

"For the Emperor, honor is engraved in my heart!"

A warrior had already swung his sword forward, but he was so close that the anti-psychic battleship was ineffective. The body in his armor seemed to be inevitably trapped in a cage of death.

The Inquisitor resisted with his spiritual energy, and squeezed out a few words between his teeth, "It's like a stasis bomb."

None of the soldiers present had heard of this precious relic bomb.

William moved his steps backward slowly, and the time and space seemed to be delayed. A small reef appeared in the long river of time. The water splashed onto the reef, and a drop of water of time fell on it, motionless.

All the soldiers present stood still, and the entire "garden" was silent.

Sisyphus was also imprisoned in place, but the spiritual energy that broke through the barrier was continuously instilled into the pumpkin hammer, and Sisyphus entered the perspective of the evil god.

As long as it is a device, there must be energy.

Sisyphus was close to despair. He had never attacked the physical world with a pumpkin hammer and did not know how to lock it, but...

Eh! The soul of Archon Tion Clark.

Sisyphus didn't hesitate at all, instilling all his power into the opponent's soul, and struck in the subspace plane!

The enemy's soul and the body in the real world ignited golden flames at the same time. The Dark Eldar are so perverted that they will definitely use the soul of Tion Clark as fuel.

Take a gamble.

After what seemed like an instant, and what seemed like ten thousand years, Sisyphus fell to his knees and fell unconscious.

There was no object on the statue platform. William roared to the sky and shouted at the communicator, as if to vent his anger.

"Come here! Strategic resource involuntary transfer of troops!"