The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 139 131. Groot Crisis (End)

343, who was startled, quickly reacted. He looked at the Yin and Yang who was blocking him and said angrily.

"No way, no way, machine, do you think you can stop me?"

Without saying anything, Netat raised the electromagnetic rifle in his hand and fired at him immediately. The electromagnetic projectile wrapped in psychic energy was shot out at a speed of dozens of times the speed of sound. The 343 in front of him immediately tilted his shoulders and avoided this fatal attack. But this attack punched a hole in the instrument behind it, paralyzing the control of a turret.

343 glanced at everything behind him and clicked his tongue.

"What an annoying bug..."

After saying that, he roared, and everything around him began to change. The steel began to twist, and flesh and blood appeared out of thin air on the machine he possessed. Netat watched in shock as flesh and blood emerged from the traces of the machine, entangled with metal, and eventually became a huge, twisted, indescribable monster.

This monster's steel is covered with subspace flesh and blood, its limbs are like a mouse, its tough tail is constantly rubbing against the ground like a steel snake, and its head looks like a long-horned mouse head with four green eyes. It exudes a strange and evil light.

343 let out a disgusting laugh and raised his right hand, which had turned into a giant steel claw connected with flesh and blood. He swung it down suddenly, trying to kill Netat like a fly. .

The hunter nimbly walked to the side, raised his rifle and started firing. Netat chanted prayers praising the Ohm Messiah. Although he was now out of the scope of human belief, when facing such a god, he decided to hold on to the Buddha's feet temporarily to see if the Ohm Messiah would It's really a miracle, bless him.

The shooter couldn't help but complain when he heard the prayer chanted by Netat.

"Oh my god, don't tell me that our descendants will all turn into a bunch of superstitious guys like you."

Netat paid no heed to his words and fired a second round. At such a close distance, 343, which is as high as three or four stories high, is simply the best target. The high-speed electromagnetic bullet quickly tore apart his body, creating a huge hole on his left side, and the wall behind could be clearly seen.

A normal creature would have died long ago after receiving such a heavy blow, but soon the steel and flesh were reconnected and the body was repaired. 343 looked at Netate who looked solemn in front of him and laughed.

"What are you thinking about? How could I be killed by you?"

After saying that, he screamed and rushed forward again. This time, he stretched out his two claws and waved them towards the hunter in front of him like a sickle. Netate ran backwards, jumped into the air and stepped on the wall, then performed a beautiful backflip, bypassed the behemoth, and landed firmly behind.

The second bullet had already been fired, hitting the monster's tail. This time, the fragment of the ancient saint hidden in his body also exerted force, completely breaking that tail.

343 was about to taunt, but found that his tail could no longer be felt, and the disgusting product of flesh and steel had completely lost its life.

"It's very good, the machine..."

343 muttered a few words, and then waved his giant claw at the opponent again. As a result, Netat successfully dodged his attack again. Netate looked at the huge but clumsy monster in front of him, and secretly thought in his heart: As long as he keeps delaying, he can wait for the reinforcements to come in, and then the soul of this fallen ancient saint will eventually be completely wiped out.

But it was obvious that 343 would not let this happen. He quietly used a tentacle to control the fort, and one of the Dark Eldar destroyers came towards it.

Just as Netat turned the wheel of his rifle again and prepared to fire the fourth bullet, the entire facility suddenly experienced violent fluctuations. Netat was a little unstable due to the sudden earthquake, and he had to use the butt of his gun to keep himself steady. The monster in front of him dodged to the side, instantly transformed into a creature over two meters tall, and ran out immediately.

Before Netat could arrive, the Dark Eldar sailboat had already rushed in. Although the structure of the facility is very strong, there is still no way to stop the impact of a large destroyer more than two thousand meters away. Just like a body armor cannot withstand the stones thrown by a catapult, a hole is still knocked out of the indestructible external structure.

Netate was suddenly inhaled, and immediately drove his fragments and ran outside quickly, avoiding the fate of being sucked out into space. But when he rushed out, he regretfully found that the guy had gone somewhere.

343 ran wildly in the passage. She had understood through her own perception that a cruiser had landed not far from here, and due to its operation, the power of the turret was adjusted to the minimum gear, which could only paralyze their battleship. , and the time is less than five minutes. That's why he doesn't want to keep fighting that machine. His goal is to escape, and it will never change.

Just as 343 kept running, a golden thread suddenly stabbed his arm and nailed him to the wall.

"Uh-huh!!"

343 screamed in pain. He was very surprised that he could actually feel this kind of pain, which only meant that the other party's power did not come from subspace.

"Is this the existence of an old god? You are far worse than Gray. At least he won't yell like a fool when he suffers such pain."

In the darkness, there was a sound of shoes stomping heavily on the floor, and a woman in a black coat slowly walked out of the shadows. Erda squinted her eyes slightly, looking at the creature in pain on the wall, and continued

"Of course, there is another possibility, that is, you are not qualified at all, because your performance is really too bad."

343 endured the pain and pulled down the materialized light, gritting his teeth and said

"Get away from me, human!"

After saying that, he immediately continued to run forward. Erda did not continue to chase him. He fiddled with the weapons made of nanometal and unknown magic in his hands and said calmly

"Of course, after all, it's not me who came to take your life..."

343 continued to run forward, panting wildly, moving towards his goal without stopping. He seemed to see his long-lost freedom waiting for him...

But what this scumbag did was destined to make it impossible to escape. As 343 was running, he suddenly felt a figure flash past him. Then his vision suddenly flew upwards, spun several times, and fell to the ground. Finally, he saw his headless body and continued to run...

"No... my freedom..."

343 watched his body fall down in despair. His soul seemed to be slowly fading away. He tried to look up and saw a strange yet familiar figure:

"I should have killed you according to the law..."

Gray looked at 343 who was completely dead in front of him and said coldly. He wiped the blood off the knife and put it back into the sheath.

With the death of the sinner, the problems inside the facility were completely solved. Outside, with the arrival of the Ancient Saints Fleet, the failure of the Dark Eldar was doomed. The warships of the Conspiracy had completely lost their will to fight and quickly evacuated. Unfortunately, some warships were dragging some wreckage behind them and advancing into the depths of the starry sky.

And Tassadar also had bad news:

The wolf cub ran away! !