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

The Red Torrent determined the attack route. Facing the Spirit Tribe, Yifeng decided to awaken an old friend.

Dovlit fearlessly woke up from his slumber. Facing the "good-tempered" Eighth Company Commander of the Scythe of the Emperor, Enke felt indescribably relaxed.

"I'm sorry, Senior Dovlite, now, or even in the future, we may not be able to meet the Dark Eldar, but this time we are facing off against the Eldar."

"I am the Emperor's scythe, harvesting the lives of aliens." Dovlit ignored the technical sergeant and moved forward on his own, looking for his prey.

He only has prey in his eyes, which is undoubtedly the most worry-free thing for the technical sergeant.

Moreover, he has extraordinary endurance before confronting the aliens, whether he is on the transport plane or waiting for the enemy to arrive.

It's literally our dream.....We don't dream.

Enke felt something was wrong, just intuitively. He always felt that something would happen to Dovlite if things continued like this.

"Stuvar, please respond when you hear it."

"Yes, tell me."

"Can warriors in Dreadnought be transferred to other Dreadnoughts? Is there any possibility of surgery for Dovlit to transfer to Contemptor Dreadnought?"

"For now, it's impossible. Being buried in a coffin means fighting to the death. You should know better than me."

"The Emperor's blessing."

When Dovlit arrived on the battlefield, the Eldar offensive had retreated. After such a long war, we finally achieved great results. The Eldar Titan fell on our position.

The knight family was very excited and very uncomfortable. When Dovlett appeared, all the knight family members slowly moved towards him.

Only he can be regarded as the "original technology of the empire", and all others are heretics!

Unexpectedly, Dovlit became the person who united the morale of the knight's mecha army.

......

"I will be the main attacker," the big think tank's words rumbled and could be directly transmitted to the opponent's position.

In the communication channel, Yifeng began to babble again, "The virtual is the real, the real is the virtual, the virtual is the real, the virtual is the real, all are fake to hide the power, use the power to follow..."

"speak English."

"It's difficult for us to fight the opponents who are united, so we have to find a way to make them rush out. We divide into several feint attack and main attack teams, and then hide our elite soldiers behind the feint attack team to form a strangulation formation and a defensive formation."

Yifeng paused, "In fact, there is no main attack. All the troops are fake. The real elite troops are the Great Think Tank and the Terminator Dalian. When the opponent thinks they have found a flaw, they will separate their troops to attack our team. No matter which one, All teleportation troops can enter the battlefield and rely on the firepower of the big think tank to get stuck in the middle of the opponent's battle line, making it impossible for the enemy to take care of both ends."

The troops deployed in an array. Although the feint attack army had fierce firepower, there were only a few people in the rear. Farther away, there were troops in defensive formations, preparing to fight the overcoming Eldar Titans. The elite assault troops on the flanks even used mastodons. It is necessary to create the illusion that they are the main attacking force.

Then.....

The opposite side was lifeless.

Suddenly, a large number of chaotic attacks flew everywhere, and some enemies riding anti-gravity motorcycles and small aircraft began to attack the front line. The Eldar Titan almost retreated to the edge wall of this area, where a large amount of firepower was organized.

It rained blood from the sky.

Yifeng looked up at the sky, at an altitude of tens of kilometers...

The blood droplets fell and turned into a wisp of white smoke a dozen meters away from Yifeng.

Smoke rose around Yifeng, looking like a sauna.

"It hurts~~My eyes, I...my lungs are burning through, political commissar help me~" Yifeng could hear the screams in the distance, the exposed mortals suffered great pain, these bloody Falling on their skin, it was hot and corrosive, and the water vapor lingered in the lungs, carving the entire lungs into the shape of exquisite icons of Slaanesh.

The "earth" exploded, and an army of demons emerged from the mountains and seas below. All kinds of demons, the ancient ones, the mind-stealers, the apostles of desire, the joy walkers...

Those who could be called by name, and those who could not be called by name, bared their teeth and claws, "riding their horses and whips" and rushed in all directions.

"Fire, full fire!"

The heavy artillery whose barrels had just cooled roared again. Exhaust fumes continued to be coughed out from the barrels. The ground beneath our feet had been blackened. Even the vibrations caused by each roar of the heavy artillery could not remove the darkness that adhered to the ground. The particles shook off the pure ground.

The frontal battlefield turned into a metal storm. The shell fragments that had been fired before, the soldiers and equipment that had been killed on the front line, the tanks and the knight mecha that could not be recaptured, everything was roiling in flames. The metal pieces deeply embedded in the earth were turned out again by the shock wave, spinning and colliding in the air, creating smaller metal particles and more brutal damage.

Large swaths of vanguard demons rolled back into the subspace in the first round of the offensive, but as the war continued, the strange power of the subspace seeped in along the tiny forces opened when the demons were expelled back.

This time it was completely transparent, and Yifeng could completely see the flesh and blood coming out of the fallen shell, the sharp claws protruding from the warhead, and the subspace whispers like fine flies coming from the black smoke.

The demons were laughing and playing. From time to time, several demons would suddenly merge and rush towards the vanguard front line together. The Desire Horse was running around. It might be carrying a mammoth demon several times its size, or it might be a group of newborn babies. Weird black smoke.

"Vanguard army, retreat, rear army maintains firepower intensity."

At the moment when Yifeng had just sent out the order, a melodious flute sound came from the sky, which was light, sweet, and intoxicating.

This beautiful music is so moving, even if it penetrates the filter, it directly hits the heart of the army.

The chanting pituitary glands secrete stabilizing hormones like crazy, pulling the Primaris warriors back from the corruption of the warp. Our overflowing anti-psionic power failed to completely block this force.

All the demons prostrated on the ground, and a Slaanesh demon slowly walked out from the depths of the dungeon.

Really, her skin is as smooth as gelatin, and she is as graceful as a giant. When she takes one step, her willows will curl up weakly and tremble. Even the Ada Spirit Clan in the distance blushes in confusion.

There were so few traces of Chaos on her body that she hardly looked like a demon, but a demon prince.

But where the flute passed, all the mortals collapsed on the ground, their whole bodies were weak, and their flesh and blood kept twitching. The vanguard army suddenly lost its ability to resist, and the observers of the tank troops also fell down wailing. Only those farther away The mortals who had not seen the enemy could barely maintain their ability to move.

The "new recruit" of the Iron Warriors played an important role. They immediately ordered all mortals not to observe distant places, and he was responsible for broadcasting the enemy's coordinates. In the communication, except for his communication channel, all other channels were closed.

"Everything you hear is false. Only my order is real. Now, start loading."

The Emperor's icon swayed with the vibrations of the tank.

The front line was not so lucky. All the members of the light tank were killed in the battle. The Emperor's icon was shattered on the ground, and the Sky Eagle emblem was broken and became a broken-winged eagle.

The Great Demon of Slaanesh twisted her waist, and the sound of the flute pierced through her arms began to become high-pitched. Every part of her body could produce the sound of an instrument. So many intelligent races throughout the ages have produced billions of musical instruments. Sounding in her body, a grand symphony swept the entire battlefield.

The sonic offensive overturned all the vehicles of the vanguard army, rolled in the sky, and smashed into the central army.

The machine soul of the knight mecha suddenly increased its connection with the pilots. Severe pain surged into the pilots' brains, forcing these fanatical warriors to wake up, and artillery fire hit the sky again.

This time, there seemed to be an invisible barrier on the field, blocking most of the small-power attacks.

The big demon's pace was very slow, but the surrounding demons began to become violent.

The souls of the vanguard were swallowed by the enemy, and this subspace became more and more stable. The closer they got to this big demon, the stronger the demon's power became.

After a fierce trembling, swarms of demons began to attack our front.

Yifeng was a little angry.

What he saw made him very unhappy.

Whether it's the devil or the winner holding Ina.

"You shouldn't have brought her here, it's too dangerous."

The winner's eyes seemed to be looking at an Ogryn. This is the official Sister of Silence. We are called the Emperor's right-hand man.

I even trust Ina more than you.

Ina's body swings very little, her hands tightly holding the execution sword, the wartime body language of Sister Silence, three words, "Trust me."

I believe you, you big-headed devil, are you, a 200-year-old woman, shopping in the big devil’s face?

Yifeng's only action was to lift the cross sword, and everything around him began to change inexplicably. Roscoe's array of ground sweepers, which were like steel walls, retreated in unison, and adamantine warriors walked out from the gaps. The red front line flashed in a moment. appear in time.

The front of the huge gray strangulation formation of the Chinese army was coated with a layer of red blades.

"Call for support and call Rogier back." After Yifeng finished saying this, only his ferocious laughter echoed in the communication channel.

"You are so brave. You are braver than the Blood Legion. Even the red-skinned devil dare not confront me like this."

"Drink!" hundreds of Primaris warriors roared, soaring to the top of the sky.

The demon's "yin joy" was cut off out of thin air, and the pressure on the mortals behind disappeared instantly.

Thousands of anti-psionic armors simultaneously withstood the psychic impact of the demon army. This was a psychic restricted area, and the red torrent was more like the guardian of the Webway than the Eldar.

"The whole army obeys the order." On the front line, all the soldiers activated their melee weapons uniformly, and the light that broke down the position illuminated one devastating weapon after another.

"charge!"

"Boom~~~" Thousands of fine gold giant beasts took a step, and metal particles scattered on the ground flew three inches high.

"Dong~~~dong~~dong~"

The footsteps became faster and faster, and each sound was like thunder.

One moment, it was rolling with thunder, and the next moment, thousands of horses galloped, and the red torrent hit the demon army head-on.

The winner and Ina "walked" behind the front line. The eyes of the imperial army passed through countless snow-white limbs and indescribable weapons, and locked directly on the great demon of Slaanesh.

"It increases the power of demons."

Ina responded with subtle movements while walking, "Let's go kill it."

"Wait a minute," the winner stopped her, "the red torrent is a bit in the way."

The sphere of pure darkness scraped over the winner's head and fell into the enemy's formation. The demon was annihilated along with the ground beneath his feet, leaving only a large ball-shaped pit.

The great think tank charged forward, crossed the two heads with one foot, and rushed to the front line. The plasma flames it spewed raged in front of the "dazzling" great think tank. The enemies in large swaths disappeared without even wailing. In place.

The detonating mortar was supported by another, and the red beam swept across the ground, and all the demons were defeated.

The large demon was picked up by the knight mecha. At this moment, all mankind was extremely united. The heroic knight does not hesitate to use his body to collide with the opponent, but also to protect the adamantine warrior at his feet.

The Adamantite Warrior finished delivering a drum of explosive bombs, and calmly moved the anti-psionic explosive bombs at the bottom of the box to the top.

"Unite together and liberate the entire galaxy!"

Outside the crimson front, one could see demons being continuously knocked into the air. The torn demon bodies returned to the subspace. The sparse demon blood dripped onto the earth. The land was squirming, as if it had possessed self conscious.

"Boom!"

The neat footsteps of the soldiers crushed its nascent wisdom, and tornado bolts and fragmentation missiles harvested the enemy.

The devil was pushed back by the tide.

Scattered demons crossed the soldiers' defense line and attacked from behind. The recruits were calm and commanded the tank crew, covering the seniors with Xu Jin's barrage.

It was Xu Jin's barrage behind the soldier.

The adamantine warriors are in front, and the barrages are behind. In the areas where the warriors rushed through, the subspace power dissipates, and physical artillery fire cleans the ground behind them, and the steel army presses in.

The victor's brows frowned, the big demon was getting stronger.

Its power is injected into the surrounding demons, and the winner can see it with the naked eye. With the death of every violent demon with teeth and claws, the great demon of Slaanesh becomes more and more beautiful. Those powers sprout among the demons like seeds, and in the demons After death, he returns to the big devil with the power of the little devil.

Music demon? No, like the demon of stealing, this is greed for power.

The guards around her are more powerful, with more power implanted, and more power recovered after death. This is a field-controlling demon, and the ultimate enemy that gets stronger with each fight.

The winner patted Ina on the shoulder.

"Let's go."

The winner casually chopped open a demon. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the running footsteps of Terminator Dalian and Kazanev in the distance. Those Terminators ran faster than ordinary Terminator veterans.

Kazanev was very angry. He was originally waiting for the teleportation next to the big think tank, but the big think tank rushed into the enemy's position, and the group of soldiers could only walk.

Follow Xu Jin behind the barrage.

What a shame, I am the champion of the war group! I was leading the First Dalian Company and actually came in last.

Dovlite Dreadnought was also moving forward slowly, but his speed was still limited. The Dawn Dreadnought did not fire at all, and the flames in front of him prevented him from finding the enemy.

Ok?

Eldar squad?

Come on, brothers! Fuck him.

This force, which finally sneaked over and was about to close the gate of the webway when demons and humans were fighting inseparably, was violently beaten by Kazanev.

Dovlit's power claws were activated, and he was so happy and joyful. Only the death of these Eldar could bring him respite.

The power claw inserted into the opponent's chest and stirred it, and Dovlite felt that he was still alive and living extremely wonderfully.

For the Emperor!

.....

The winner glanced at the barrage in the sky, and the shells were extremely clear in his eyes.

The Yaojin battle armor was close to the tail of the barrage. When the red torrent began to slow down, the winner's strong arms blocked Ina's waist and rushed into the area covered by artillery fire.

Ina felt unable to breathe. The terrifying acceleration compressed her limbs and bones, and her whole body was about to be crushed.

The heart barely beat, and the blood was gathering in an unknown direction.

Yifeng felt that the top of his head was dark, and the winner and Ina stepped over his head.

no.....

A big think tank is crossing your head, why are you crossing my head? It wasn't me.

The winner submerged into the enemy formation and disappeared. The speed of the red torrent accelerated significantly. Yifeng broke away from the army and plunged into the demon group single-handedly. The Key of Herek flew up and down.

Facing him, the demon retreated almost instinctively, and was pushed by the demon from behind and brought to the tip of Yifeng's knife. This group of people was more terrifying than the Gray Knights. The key is, why are there so many of them.

The Great Demon Slaanesh smiled. The reduction in the number of demons did not significantly reduce the overall strength. The power she injected into the demons was getting stronger and stronger, and the individual strength of the demon army was steadily increasing.

When there are sixty-six demons and six devils left, the combat power will reach its peak.

She is like a psychic giant among the Orcs. Wherever she is, even if a large number of greenskins die, the state of the Waaaaaagh energy circle can still be maintained.

Facing the spear tips of Victor and Yifeng, it just waved its hand and powerful power was injected into the demons around them.

The Lord of Joy does not need so many ugly guys, he is more beautiful and stronger.

Lend me your knife to clean up the dirt on my body.

She sat down gracefully, sitting on the back of a war horse of desire. The horse had become as huge as a mastodon heavy personnel carrier. It was swinging its hooves impatiently, and its body was up and down, trying to rush towards the balls of steel. The delicious flesh on the back is controlled by the owner on the back.

She stretched lazily, and the fine cracks on her body brought a flaw to the perfect creation.

Those are scales hidden under the skin.

......

Ina rolled on the ground, and the demons around her tried to retreat. The winner had already chopped into pieces the demons that had lost their will to fight.

They are not Lucius the Immortal. They died in front of the Sisters of Silence. Lord Slaanesh will not create another one of them.

The Execution Sword sank into the demon's body, but the victor had torn the enemy apart, and it was only a corpse about to roll into the warp.

In the real world, the Forbidden Army is below one person and above ten thousand people. The existence of Sister Silence is a guarantee that the Forbidden Army and his enemies are all in the real world.

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Rogier took a big gulp of wine, and the ship floated above the forge world. The Wolf Brothers were always ready to use the name of Khorne to destroy some of the great sages of the Mechanicum who still wanted to be independent.

They would say either you kill me or give me independence.

We would say, then you die.

Only those who are greedy for your technology will want to keep you alive. We just want to unify.

No matter what, spend some time "archeology" in the "Iron Forest" of the Forge World to find the backup memories you left behind.

The wolf brothers enjoyed the banquet after the victory and got drunk.

It was Kuroseil's turn to be the watch wolf to stay awake.

"My lord, ten ships have been detected leaping out of Mandeville Point. They are the emblem of the Ultramarines."

"Tell them, I am the Red Torrent, the invaders of Chaos have been driven away, and we have won a great victory."

Kuroseil thought the other party was a fleet responding to the call for help.

"Sir, the reconnaissance point report is ten transport ships."

"Okay, make way for them. They should be coming to Forge World to receive supplies."

Then, the stinky face of a veteran of the Victory Army was stuffed into the holographic dialog box.

Kurosel was excited and saw that the style was not a simple one.

"I am here to collect supplies on the orders of Lord Regent Robert Guilliman."

"Our ship understands and is giving way to the harbor."

"No, the regent's order is to come here to collect five thousand sets of fine gold armor supplies from the Crimson Torrent Chapter."

Kurosel:???

Was it robbed on my head?

At this time, another communication also arrived here, "Sir, the main force has an emergency signal, asking us to immediately support the previous Knight World, Chaos Invasion."

"Tell the wolf brothers to stop drinking. There's a war. Damn it, the division commander is hiding it from us again."

"Uh, um..." Kuroseil found that the display screen here was not turned off, "Let's go and meet the main force first. I will truthfully report your requirements to the Chapter Leader, but I'm afraid it will take some time. Let’s deal with the Chaos invasion first.”

"I am with you."

The veterans of the Ultramarines were inexplicably dragged away together, and the ten transport ships made a sharp turn and were pulled together towards the Knight World.

Rogier was still drunk at this time. When he recalled what Yifeng said to him, he slapped himself loudly.

"I was fooled by Yifeng again, damn guy, I want to drink up all his drinks, including those yellow ones!"

What you said about a large think tank and an army of tanks, combined with the knight mechas to destroy the Eldar Titans, and the adamantine warriors who couldn't withstand the bombardment of the Eldar Titans and didn't attack at all... are all lies.

Yifeng, you are a big liar.

"That's just to trick them into not joining the war."

Rogier's face turned red and he had no idea what his voice sounded like. Half the ship heard his roar, "I don't need to fight like a coward to maintain the number of wolf brothers. Only hunting is the meaning of our existence!"

"Ouch!" "Ouch~~~"....

The howls of wolves echoed on the battleship in response to their company commander.

Rogier, who was drunk, ordered to move forward at full speed, and almost lost the transport ship with a kick of the accelerator. Fortunately, the empty ship ran fast, otherwise he would not have known where to find this battle group.

The Mechanical Priest was sitting on a "little sampan" floating outside the spaceport of the Forge World, feeling a mixture of sadness and anger in his heart.

IOU, another IOU! Imperial Logistics Department, you must die a good death!