The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Vol 2 Chapter 1409: Decay Offensive (Part 2)

Nucreon Rortis despises these pointy-eared aliens, not only physically, but intellectually as well.

Because from a purely military point of view, the deployment of these Adas is really bad. They don't know how to defend an area. Even if they deploy a lot of traps, they can't fully play them. Maybe they are qualified predators and Killer, but by no means a qualified fighter, not even a qualified soldier.

They are too timid, too opportunistic, too cautious, have a good fortification but have no courage to defend against it.

Finally, Nucreon Rotis noticed two shapely figures dancing in the shadows with incredible speed, and the flash of black blades caught his eye when another Plague Warrior suddenly fell.

The soldier had an open wound on his neck, thin but deep.

The witch spirit, Nucraen Rotis noticed, was tangled in disgust.

When the twisted beast made his third assault, the scabbard held his ground, his scorching hands stretched out, fingers stretched out like a pitiful shield against the beastly rage of the evil beast.

But as the jaws of these twisted beasts bit his arm, a spasm of energy ripped apart space, radiating like dying stars.

The yellow teeth penetrated the Blightbringer's armor, but when they touched his skin, they hissed and instantly evaporated.

Like a powerful venom, the tremors caused by contact with the Evil Messenger quickly spread through the bodies of all surrounding beasts, turning them into a foul-smelling cloud of twisted energy.

In less than a second, the cloud lost its shape, and all evidence of the twisted beast's existence disappeared from the material realm.

Seeing the death of Gomera, the surviving Dark Eldar wailed in despair, embattled on all sides, entangled by hordes of Nurgling, smashed by bubbling caustic liquids, and even the corpse-like servants of the cultists Also joined the hunt, which was a race for them to compete for carrion.

These rotting bodies with rusted weapons, with despairing smiles on their faces, starless eyes, absorbing the enemy's poison crystal firepower, are excellent mobile sandbags and meat shields for plague fighters.

Nukraine Rotis also strode forward, wielding a demon weapon 'corpse poison blade', which is said to be polished from the bone horns of the Great Unclean, but the two didn't know where to hide before. Witch spirits, but suddenly appeared beside him, their sinister blades swirling with deadly grace.

The next moment, these Kane followers let out an eerie cry and charged.

The witch spirit's knife was so fast that it was only an afterimage to the plague warrior, but the moment the blade touched, it just passed harmlessly across the slippery armor of Nucreon Rotis.

After a few rounds, the witch spirits suddenly found that their limbs became as heavy as lead.

Nucrien Rotis let out a low laugh, and the Nurgling on his shoulder held the plague censer aloft as if taking credit. It was the colorless and odorless deadly virus that caught the witch spirits unknowingly.

"...the more beautiful it is, the more it is destroyed, and the rotten Chinese can see the true beauty."

The first knife cut off a witch spirit in the middle, and the second knife split the other into two from the top of the head. Nukraine Rotiss threw the knife and stabbed it to the ground. Take the notebook in hand.

"Today, I am very happy to bathe in Ada's blood."

In the command hall of the Ether Fortress, looking at the holographic image that was constantly being oppressed and shrinking, and listening to the rumbling sounds of artillery and bombardment outside, Jordan Simon desperately threw the record board with the casualty report on the table. By the way, the half-full wine glass was smashed, and the overflowing crimson liquid stained the report like blood.

"The enemy has broken through the third outer wall and is about to arrive here..."

After talking to himself, the cabal's Dracula turned to look at the technician who was still operating the equipment.

"There is no news from the overlord."

"My lord, the newspaper--wait! There's a voice!"

Jordan Simon's eyes lit up, as if the drowning man saw a piece of driftwood, ran over at a very fast speed, pushed aside the technician and picked up the communication tube.

"Hello! I'm Jordan Simon! Please answer! Please answer!"

"Jordan...Simon."

"Yes! I am Jordan Simon!"

Although it wasn't Victor's voice coming from the opposite side, Jordan Simon heard that it was another Dracula from the cabal, at least indicating that they had reinforcements.

"How's it going!"

The disturbance was severe, and the voice was choppy, but Jordan Simon tried his best to convey his situation.

"The situation is very bad! The enemy has concentrated the main fleet to conduct a surprise attack on us! Including the Terminus! Now the enemy jumping gang has invaded the fortress and broke through the third outer wall! The soldiers suffered more than 70% casualties! Immediate support is needed. ! Need immediate support!"

For some reason, the end of the communicator fell into silence, except for some ominous rustling.

Jordan Simon's heart fell to the bottom.

About ten seconds later, the other party's voice sounded again, but it was weaker than before~www.readwn.com~ The reinforcements... are already on their way. "

"When will it arrive!"

"soon."

"What does the overlord mean!?"

"The meaning of the overlord... Let you hold on firmly, hold on firmly, there is a way!"

"Stay strong..."

Jordan Simon muttered these words, and then suddenly laughed nervously, and the laughter became louder and louder, causing the members of the conspiracy in the hall to look at him uneasy.

"Stay strong...hahaha!"

"The overlord said, hey hey hey? Please answer when you hear it!"

boom--

With a loud bang, the command hall shook violently, and the gorgeous chandelier on the roof could not support it and slammed heavily on the table, splashing a piece of debris.

Then, the closed door opened, and several cabal warriors screamed and fell into the hall with their necks strangled. Their armor and flesh were rapidly rotting and melting.

"The enemy is coming!"

Accompanied by the sound of heavy and sticky footsteps, the decaying giant stepped into the hall with a bolt gun and began to shoot frantically inside, and the remaining members of the conspiracy immediately resisted, and for a time the originally safe command hall became swirling. battlefield.

Nightmares wield knives to fight enemies, witch spirits continue to use sharp blades to inflict wounds on enemies, and the whip of the indulgent whips the approaching demons, all Ada are fighting for survival.

"Sword Comes"

Jordan Simon still just held the microphone and laughed nervously.

With the last laugh, he suddenly pulled out the two machetes around his waist and rushed towards the Plague Warriors frantically.

In the blink of an eye, he swept over a warrior's side, the scimitar slid precisely through the slit between the helmet and the neckguard, and then the other's head rolled to the ground together with the helmet.

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