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

Cancelo's body never spoke again.

The mortal prosthetic limb shattered at the moment of contact with eternal sorrow, and Cancelo just smiled, and then with his last natural organ, his mouth closed on the barrel of the gun.

From the moment he left Ina and stood next to the Great Thinker, his physical body began to wither, and he didn't care anymore.

"headmaster!"

On Mororis's shoulder, several shouts from the think tank were drowned in the gradually gaining momentum of the metallic roar.

A circular formation of anti-psionic warriors resists attacks from explosive guns and psychic sorcery.

Outside the circle, the momentum of chaos witchcraft is overwhelming, the night is dark, and the ghosts are dense. The Alpha Assassin's figure is shadowy, like an evil ghost wandering in the midnight forest.

Within the circular formation, the sword energy was pure and the space collapsed, like the sky opening.

The barrier of reality was shattered in an instant, and the mighty sword energy poured out from the subspace like it was falling from the sky, spreading across the sky and the earth.

Omigan's eyes couldn't help but feel stinging just by looking at that space. His spiritual energy is extremely sharp and has been stored in the decaying body for countless years.

How long has it been since Cancelo took action? The young think tank present didn’t know, and neither did the great think tank Mororis.

He was the top fighting force of the battle group before the restoration of the Great Think Tank, and he saved Yifeng in danger with only half of his body.

It was also after the war group became increasingly "rich" that the old man who was willing to submit to the younger generation sat in charge of the academy and gained fame all over the world.

The storm surrounding him became more and more fierce. The dagger was formed out of thin air, dancing upward like an eagle striking the sky, spinning downward like a dragon swimming into the sea, and flying up and down like an arm.

Holding back the pain, Omegaon looked through the endless storm and met Cancelo's eyes. The mortal psyker's eyes were so bright that the original body's memory couldn't help but blur.

The violent vibration in his hand brought Omegan's thoughts back to reality in the lightning and flint. Cancelo's powerful psychic energy attracted all the metals present, including the blades in the hands of the traitors.

The corrupted machine soul screamed, and Omega held the blade in his backhand. His whole body suddenly exerted force. His full muscles drove the ancient relic armor, tearing open the air barrier. A charge path of dozens of meters, Omega Reis's body was filled with flames. This was a meteorite. The blazing flames that arise when falling.

There is no time to wait any longer, he must be killed immediately!

Omegan used his speed to the extreme. In the shadow of the sword in the sky, the tiniest metal fragments were embedded in his power armor.

Spiritual energy as thick as a river's sea clung to his body, making every inch he moved forward as laborious as swimming in a swamp.

The devastating sword energy exploded on the surface of the battle armor. The sharp sword energy turbulence collided with the new sword energy that hit mercilessly in the storm. It rolled endlessly on Omigan's battle armor, like an earth python turning over, vowing to Roll the "earth" into pieces.

The original body gritted its teeth and penetrated into the center of the storm with flying swords of different sizes.

One of the think tank directors has been beaten to exhaustion by me, and another has just been teleported to the battlefield. Although he doesn't know what big thing it is, he can't stand up and is now lying on the ground. His old strength has gone and new strength has not been born.

If I don't kill you, a great psychic, now, then when will I wait?

Omega Reis allowed a dagger to penetrate his shoulder, raised the strange blade, and moved the knife forward, directly towards Cancelo's neck.

The sword energy spread out all over the great psyker, gathering at this moment. The world seemed to have stopped for a moment. The original body was close at hand. Cancelo could see the Hydra pattern on the opponent's blade faintly glowing with bronze. The original body of Omega The reaction ability also senses that the spiritual energy condensed like a ten thousand sword wall is ready to go,

"Hu~~"

The sword energy is like a bursting flood, pouring down in a mighty force, with the power to cleanse all enemies in the world.

The figure of the original body seems to transcend the rules of physics, swimming upstream from the torrent of spiritual energy. No matter how powerful you are, your life is thinner than paper.

Thousands of sharp edges of the treacherous blade are concentrated in one strike. The assassin will never waste any energy on meaningless momentum. After one strike, life and death are separated.

Omigan stretched out his knife-wielding arm and stabbed the opponent's neck, which had little flesh left.

Even though Cancelo had no arms, in a daze everyone seemed to see him raising his arms and slamming down hard. The tip of the spear of eternal sorrow went straight to the head of the original body. In a rapid flash, Omega changed his posture to avoid the attack, but the blade in his hand was I had to change the target, from the neck to the vital points of the abdomen.

The ancient relic warblade will kill an opponent completely the moment it comes into contact with flesh, even psykers cannot reverse it.

As soon as the black shadow passed through, the strange blade penetrated Cancelo's abdomen.

"Principal!!!" The two think tanks raised their weapons, jumped down from the shoulders of the big think tank, and hunted for the impossible black afterimage.

Only Mororis saw the doorway, and cooperated with Cancelo, smashing the barrel of his railgun down, and the raised underground deck fragments became part of Cancelo. The moment Omigan's toes tapped into the black barrel of the gun on the ground, the surrounding debris stood eerily still in place.

Omigan felt that something was wrong, and without exerting any force on his toes, he suddenly fell down, his flying knees hit the barrel of the gun, and his whole body flew to the side against the broken ground.

The stagnant fragments suddenly shrank and condensed into a metal ball at the original position of the original body. If the opponent did not panic, it would definitely be smashed into a sieve.

The metal ball flew rapidly towards the original body, but after flying for a while, it was realized that it was not flying as fast as the opponent. It collapsed in the air and turned into a small firework.

Every piece of debris reflects the intense light emitted by the ion stream of the Great Think Tank Manta Ray.

The original body rolled down on the ground and disappeared into the wizard's night ghost forest.

On the ceiling, Omegon Reis glanced at Cancelo in confusion. The other person was not dead, and he reacted in an instant.

Flesh and blood, flesh and blood disappear!

The moment the blade pierced his fragile abdomen, Cancelo stood on his bones and all the flesh and blood around him was gone.

Only Kazanev was aware of the idea of ​​​​great psychic power at the beginning of the battle. He cherished his life. In previous battles, he would condense his body into metal armor, which was more resistant to beatings than power armor.

He was determined to die. Crazy Wolf realized this earlier than Omegaris, so he stood up and jumped up, crushing the enemy's Terminator helmet with one foot, and entered the enemy's formation.

"First company, attack formation, kill!"

All members of the First Company rushed into the enemy's position to illuminate the darkness in front of him.

Every charging warrior is a dazzling beacon in the fog of chaos.

The big think tank lay on the ground, without affecting the pouring of ammunition. He raised the muzzle of the gun, and the dark matter railgun burst out with unprecedented firepower, instantly tearing apart a corner of the forest created by witchcraft.

"All attacks!"

The Great Thinker raised his foot and stepped down heavily. Under the illumination of the artillery fire, Omegaon's figure reappeared in the shadow under Mororis. Even he had to avoid the war dog-level trampling.

The Primarch could cleave through the Titan's armor and slaughter its crew, but it could not stop the Titan's main gun.

No matter who you are, in front of me, your life is thinner than paper.

This blow forced Omigang to leave and protected Li Anjun, who was exhausted, but Cancelo would not give up.

I have spent half my life cultivating this sword. Today, the time has come, the land is favorable, the people and the people are with me, and the golden souls of the heavens obey my orders!

The great think tank laughed, and a rumble came from the fearless loudspeaker, "I'll help you."

The destructive power of the War Dog Titan destroyed the surroundings in a matter of seconds. In the armor-piercing bombs and dark matter detonations, countless armor fragments covered the "sky" and the "sun", and the ceiling above the head suddenly shattered. Cracks connected the steaming craters, and the entire armored ceiling shattered.

Huge metal blocks rolled down the walls of the Trek, and were forced into a metal avalanche by the big think tank.

Coupled with countless Alpha Assassin corpses hidden above and the horrific torture instruments hung by the Night Lords, this horrifying collapse on the Night Vessel savagely shattered the assassin environment carefully created by the Alpha Wizard.

If so, it was nothing more than that. After the metal debris flow destroyed all the enemies around it, it actually floated.

Cancelo's bones also began to disappear, and his internal organs were long gone.

But the mind becomes clearer and clearer, what you think is what you do, and wherever you think, your spirit can follow you.

"Taking it for granted" means taking it for granted.

The great think tank took a new breath and gathered the newly recovered spiritual energy. Under the night, a huge lightning that was as thick as several people's arms fell straight down. The shining beam of light struck down in the air and sank into the huge suspended metal block.

There was lightning and thunder among the metal blocks of different sizes. All the metals were lit up by lightning, and the sky and the earth shone brightly.

The spiritual energy in Cancelo's eyes gradually dissipated. This was not because he was about to face death, but because his frail body was being abandoned step by step and handed over to the subspace.

One by one, Lena Terminators appeared in the dancing lightning.

The jumping psychic lightning bounced into the bodies of the First Company soldiers, and the darkness surrounding their souls shattered. The Alpha Wizard spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Or directly hit the enemy's body, the corrupted servo system wailed and died in front of the thunder, and the enemy armor suffered some uncontrollable chaos.

Mororis' spiritual power cleverly borrowed power from Cancelo. Every time the thunder sank into the suspended metal block, it was blessed by Cancelo's power, and it became even more powerful after it jumped out again.

The head of the great psyker is also beginning to disappear. On the white smooth skull, there seems to be a high-spirited young man, looking directly at the evil spirits in the subspace with teeth and claws, standing with a sword, looking straight into the abyss.

Omega Reis could no longer hide himself. The absolute darkness on the Night Veil was completely broken, and the light illuminated every inch of the battlefield.

"Who is he?" This question lingered in Omegon Reth's mind. The memories of the enemy's flesh and blood he devoured did not contain such a powerful being.

At this moment, the fear in his heart was infinitely magnified. What the assassin fears most is the unkillable person.

How do you kill a dead person?

"retreat."

Omega Reis almost squeezed out the phrase through his teeth, and then he "heard" the cry of the machine soul...the cry of the Nightmare machine soul.

The powerful psychic energy twisted the metal moving rod, and the unpredictable maze was forced to rotate by Cancelo, turning it into a cage trapping the Alpha Assassins.

Every metal particle in a radius of several hundred meters was under Cancelo's perception, and endless killing intent filled the battlefield.

"Boom~~"

The lying Great Thinker finally stood up under the broken ceiling. The power of death was condensed in the weapon arrays on his chest, shoulders, and top of his head.

Omigan had no way to retreat. As he ran rapidly, he turned to look at the spear suspended in the air, with the monk biting its teeth.

Take it away, there is still life.

Omegon Reth's body was like electricity. This time, he passed through countless corpses of Lena Terminators, danced on the flying needles shot by leaping assassins, and plunged into the dangerous thunder metal area.

He pretended to attack Li Anjun for the second time, and the Great Think Tank snorted coldly. The ion current he spat swept across the front of Omigan, forcing him to fall towards the feet of the Great Think Tank.

The ion current stirred up brilliant firelight in the air, a gust of "wind" blew by, and the ion current hung high like a cloud.

No one paid attention to this scene. It was too late and then it was too late. In the gap between the big think tank's feet, Omega Reis nimbly slipped through the gap, tapped lightly on the waving railgun barrel, and quickly swept towards Eternal Sorrow.

"Boom~~"

Omigang was hit hard into the ground, and a huge strip of tunnel was smashed out of the entire metal floor.

On this battlefield, there is a taller being than the Great Think Tank.

Cancelo's soul roared in this world, and the soul that had completely lost its restraint condensed a vague spiritual energy in the real world. All the surrounding metals condensed towards it, just like the hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix.

There was a flash of eternal sorrow, and the sky was filled with gun shadows.

There is obviously only one spear tip that keeps leaping, but above Omegaris's head, there is a vague shadow of the spear, and thousands of daggers hanging above his head.

The heavy blow just now cracked the original body's armor, and the armor that lost its power system became a constraint on the original body. He was delayed for a moment in getting up.

"I, Cancelo, use my body as a source of food, my soul as a guide, and my soul as a blade to invite all the souls of the dead to sit down."

On the spear of eternal sorrow, an invisible thin line stretches towards the feet of the great think tank and merges with Li Anjun.

The Baina robe stretched out its body, and there were pieces of coarse cloth and hemp ropes, and the loyal soul condensed in them was roaring.

If there is flesh and blood, I will die for it. If there is a soul, I will die for it. If there is something, I only have everything, and everything will die for it.

The stretched-out body of the Baina robe stretched out incredibly, and hundreds of millions of soul powers gathered on it, covering the sky and shaking the sun.

I, in the name of humanity, respond to every warrior who fights for humanity.

You are not alone.

There are thousands of troops behind you.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Red Torrent, the souls of any hero who believed in our way and fought and died roared, and the charge horn engraved in the hearts of every people sounded in the subspace, loud and sad, and echoing forever.

At this moment, Baina Pao truly realized the vision in his heart of the God-chosen Furushe.

The souls of the heroes who died on the battlefield for three hundred years poured into every dagger with boundless rage. The remaining Li Anjun spiritual energy in the eternal sorrow sent every soul into the blade of revenge.

Billions of souls are locked onto Omega Reth.

At that moment, everything was silent.

Cancelo's magic form was automatic. At that moment, everyone on the battlefield, even the warriors wrapped in anti-psionic armor, heard a clear breath, "Hu~~"

"Kill~~"

The sea of ​​souls surged into huge waves, thousands of troops galloped, and the sound was deafening.

Omega Reis gritted his teeth and activated a function that had never been used since the armor was created.

Every module of the armor was connected and separated, and the original body flashed out of the armor naked and ran wildly around.

The great wizard of Alpha was stunned on the spot. He had no idea what kind of psychic spell it was. His connection with the subspace was forcibly cut off. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he fell to the ground.

Omegaon was dodging everywhere, hiding beside the anti-psionic warrior. The flying sword looked like nothing, passing through the anti-psionic armor, as if it was not in the physical dimension, only the strength was reduced, but the anger did not subside.

He was running, he was running away, he had nowhere to escape.

The first blade penetrated his thigh, the second dagger penetrated his shoulder, then the third, fourth...the thousandth...

Everyone witnessed countless flying swords piercing the enemy's body from every inch of the battlefield. Among us, there were Terminators who fell, those were Alpha spies, and there were also some among the enemies who remained standing, those were the loyal children of Alpharius.

The last flying sword sank into Omegon's body, his soul was shattered and his body was riddled with holes.

The Great Think Tank fired the last shot, and the extreme oppression from the Sea of ​​Souls finally dissipated from the hearts of every warrior.

The spear of eternal sorrow fell naturally and was inserted into the ground.

"Principal!!!" Several think tanks staggered forward, stepped over the enemy's corpse, and knelt down beside the spear.

"Principal, you don't want to die~~~"

The soul's words went straight to everyone's hearts, "Next time you see me, my student, don't hesitate and spend everything you have to banish me."

Cancelo owed Subspace too much, it was impossible for him to lose his soul, that would be too easy.

His soul will be imprisoned by the Sea of ​​Souls, soaked in endless madness, illuminated by the strange subspace light, and become a chaotic demon, perhaps an ancient and powerful enslaver, or something else.

He has borrowed too much power from the subspace, and if he wants to return it to the subspace exponentially, becoming a demon and killing hundreds of millions of creatures is the inevitable result.

In short, the next time we meet, we will be enemies.

Pathos lingers in the hearts of every soldier.

Death is inevitable, the hero's final end.

The voice of words resounding in the soul gradually weakened and became inaudible.

On this battlefield where everyone was mourning, a technical sergeant howled, kicked away the surrounding think tanks, swung the mechanical wrench, and knocked away a gathered think tank in one fell swoop.

"Get away, everyone, get out of here, don't stop me from saving people."

The technical sergeant knocked away the think tank at an extremely fast speed, then knelt down sideways. Before he could stop his body, the Omnissiah hymn that was being recited rapidly was transmitted from the loudspeaker to the outside world, and several heads banged heavily on the sliding ground.

The Great Think Tank noticed something, and with a thought, the Think Tank gathered around Eternal Sorrow was teleported to a farther place.

The technical sergeant stopped dead in his tracks, threw a stasis bomb at the spear, turned around and ran away, all in one movement.

Everyone could only vaguely see a barrier unfolding. This was an ordinary stasis bomb.

"Have you forgotten, brothers?" A few binary words came out of the technical sergeant's mouth from time to time, interspersed with low and high Gothic. "In the end, the Hatred Cabal bound the soul to the object, allowing the Dark Eldar to pass through themselves. The armor worn comes to life.”

Yes, Victor did this once, and killed a fool who was bold enough to wear his own clothes.

"I ate a lot back then," the technical sergeant said calmly, as if the stench of the Haemonculi was rising in his mouth.

"Uh, brother, what next?"

The scope of the stasis position was shrinking, and the air barrier ball that was no longer flowing was slowly shrinking. The technical sergeant was stunned for a moment and anxiously flipped through the mechanical backpack.

Finally, he looked at the Great Think Tank.

"I can't do anything about it, kid. It depends on his own wishes."

"I choose death, but...forgive me, I don't want to be your enemy."

Cancelo's sanity dissipated, and those memories of fighting side by side, those earnest teachings to the new think tank, everything was gone like a surging river, never to return.

An unknown fire rose from their hearts, and the technical sergeant hammered the ground heavily, even if he brought one more bomb, it would be good to bring one more bomb.

Li Anjun stood up with support on his body, the healing potion flowing in his body. He watched helplessly as the great psyker passed away, but he didn't even have the strength to move.

He limped towards the Eternal Sorrow that was stuck in the ground. The students of Cancelo were teleported to the distance and were running towards this direction with all their strength.

"We will inherit your will," Li Anjun grasped the eternal pathos.

"We will do it, our cause will definitely do it, your spirit in heaven..."

Li Anjun suddenly stopped talking and shouted, "Don't come over."

The think tanks stopped, and then they saw Li Anjun's hand holding the spear began to rot together with the Terminator Armor.

Li Anjun laughed wildly, laughing so hard that he couldn't control himself.

"Curse? Senior, you are really... I met you in the subspace because I was cursed by Yifeng."

Cancelo's sanity dissipated, completely dissipated, but his soul used the Dark Eldar's ability to bind objects to curse the Spear of Eternal Sorrow.

His soul body will remain on this spear forever, and the subspace will not get a terrifying sword immortal demon.

The power of the spear will be doubled, and the user's spiritual energy will be sent into the spear, which is equivalent to having a weapon spirit to help you fight.

However, as a price, the "loan" Cancelo borrowed from the subspace will be borne by the successors of Eternal Sorrow, doubled.

Li Anjun didn't care about the collapse of his body. He raised his spear high and shouted: "As I vowed, I will inherit your will, sacrifice my life, and never regret it..."

Every think tank also responded to Li Anjun’s call

Cancelo has passed away. His spirit represents sacrifice and dedication. Every user of eternal sorrow will bear the curse of flesh and blood collapse, but the think tanks still regard it as a noble belief and continue to fight until death. .