The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Victor knew the importance of the ether fortress better than anyone, so when the fortress fell, he immediately contacted the Harlequin Troupe and quickly planned a counterattack.

The first step in the counterattack is to activate the "self-purification" mechanism of the network.

The Harlequin of the Frost Stars and the Raiders of the Blackheart Cabal ripped through the walls of the corrupted fortress with waves of energy generated by the self-purification mechanism of the Webway, cutting gaps in the moss and fungus-covered parapets. Has quietly sneaked into the fortress.

Their job is to kill and deaf and blind the corrupted gods before their outposts notice.

Hundreds of skirmishes broke out between small groups of different harlequin troupes and the plague warriors as early as the first time after the fort fell. Although these encounters were small in scale, they were also full of blood and violence. .

After dealing with part of the Sentinels of the XIV Corps, the plan came to the second step.

With a keen eye like a predator, Siddy, the looter master, discovered the weak point in the deployment of the enemy's troops, and ordered the Harlequin to activate a very famous artifact "Morui-Haig's Breath" in the ancient Eldar Empire to turn the turbulent dark night. The tide sent through the gaps in the fortifications.

Murray-Haig is the companion of Blood-Handed Kane and the **** of the Howling Banshee. Her aged appearance has also been given the title of the God of Old Women, and Mori-Haig's breath is the legend that she left behind. An artifact in the world, the mist released can not only paralyze the senses, but also erode the creations of the warp and non-spiritual life. It is a very domineering and cruel weapon, but it requires powerful psionic energy to activate.

Since the Comoros forbade the use of psionic powers, this task was given to the troupe.

Everything is so mysterious and silent, the deadly fog from the ancient Eldar pantheon seeps into the corrupt fortress, this night fog can even obscure the senses of the Space Marine, even in the most core area of ​​the fortress, you can feel deep into the bone marrow. of cold.

While the determined Plague Warriors held their ground firmly and vowed to kill any intruder who dared to attack the fortress, they suddenly found themselves surrounded by a cold and impenetrable mist.

The fog slowed their thinking and dulled their senses.

It turns out that the minds of even the determined believers of the corrupt **** are not immune to the tricks of the harlequin.

In the midst of the chaos, the initially mobilized defenders were easy targets for the influx of Ada's spearheads.

Ghostly silent pantomimes lingered back in the lower halls of the fortress, skilled archers, blocking every turn and every passage with heart-piercing, throat-piercing arrows, and anything that stood in their way. Everything was beaten mercilessly.

The pantomimes, also known as Distaus in Ada, are dancers on the stage, but not members of the troupe, only following the orders of the mime master, and also act as the troupe's propagandists, responsible for organizing the pre-show work as an assassin and an infiltrator on the battlefield.

At the beginning of the siege, the pantomime had almost reached the armoured hall in the center of the fortress - where the Plague Warriors were gathering.

The Plague Warriors were as silent as the pantomimes, but a calm rage burned in their hearts, and not even a stifling haze of witchcraft could quench their spirits.

Without any confusion, they exerted their excellent military literacy, built defenses at an astonishing speed, and planned a counter-offensive path. Instead of retreating into the defensive line, they took the initiative to hunt and kill the invaders.

Soon, through hidden chasms and secret passages, the Plague Warriors drew closer to the Eldar, charging from every possible direction to the abominable pointed ears, Nurgle's three-ringed emblem burning in the mist.

Plague warriors sliced ​​open the Marauder's armor with sharp blades, shattering pale flesh, while the pantomimes were torn to pieces by the dense bombardment, and lamentations of loving fathers resounded through the lower halls.

However, just as the XIV Legion smeared the fortress with Ada's blood, more silent raiders poured in, while the repulsive fog of night grew thicker.

Soon, the mighty defenders found themselves firmly surrounded, the shadowy Mandela crawled on the walls and shredded his armor with claws to drain his life energy, and the marauders swung out of the mist with curved blades, death. Jesters bring down tough warriors with terrifying heavy weapons.

The situation of the defenders suddenly took a turn for the worse.

"There's no end to these trashy pointy ears!"

Johnny Barber of Team Zero roared in filial piety, smashing the edge of his broad-bladed axe at a harlequin wearing an abominable mask, and the next moment the unfortunate creature's stumps spilled all over the ground.

"We are surrounded."

Having said that, the smile in the Plague Warrior's words suggests that he's just happy to have so many enemies to slaughter,

"That's right."

As Nucreon Rotis said, he took out a poisonous skull and threw it at the swarming enemy.

"Just think about it, just kill them, every minute."

There are no casualties among the members of the squad, but every one of them was slashed by the enemy's machete and covered in blood.

Although some of the wounds were deep, Nucreon Rotis felt no pain, and the runes on his armor sang, burning in his flesh, sending divine energy to his limbs.

Even he still has spare energy to carry out his creation——

"...Death is inevitable, but so is glory."

In addition to language, he also wrote his own legend with corpses everywhere.

"come!"

Nukraine Rotis roared provocatively~www.readwn.com~ Another dashing figure charged towards him, the figure holding a long knife, went straight to the neck of the plague lord.

The Plague Lord responded with a heavy response, suddenly leaned down, rammed the Comorian bastard's chest with his shoulder, and then raised his leg, directly smashing the opponent's head.

But there were still more enemies rushing from both ends of the passage, and Nucreon Rotis caught a glimpse of the smooth scales on the snake-man's body. Come.

Nukraine Rotis actually expected the enemy to counterattack, but the cunning of these Eldars surprised him. They seemed to know the plan of the Legion. It was so decisive to give up this fortress, but they opened the try channel in the fortress. When it consumes a lot of energy and becomes the weakest, it suddenly kills.

Now that the passage has not been fully opened, it is impossible for Typhons to stop, and the fortress without energy has no possibility of defending against the enemy's raid. It can only resist inside the fortress-although Typhons shouted that he wanted to The kind father, but he was reluctant to use his precious fleet to go shopping with the Spirit Race, and even withdrew the fleet to the other side of the net, and had to wait for the Primarch to bring the main force to join.

What's more troublesome is that the Spirit Race seems to have figured out their strength - there are only less than 3,000 people, which gives the Spirit Race the confidence to fight back.

"Damn!"

Suddenly, a single-molecule disk flew out of the darkness shrouded in mist and hit Johnny Barber's throat, directly causing the battle-hardened soldier to be separated - the first casualty of 'Zero Dish' Appeared.

Then, more single-molecule discs flew over, and Nukraine Rotis roared at the death of the soldier, then turned sideways, and a short spear pierced deeply with the whistling wind. The ground he was standing on.