The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 203 191. Suture the wound

The demon looked at the inquisitor who had just successfully banished the grinder with a funny expression, and answered with a smile.

"No, no, no, no, dear Mr. Inquisitor, this planet has already been spotted by the Prince of Darkness!"

After saying this, the terrible monster began to sing his blasphemous song again, causing all the demons present to fall into a state of revelry, praising their fallen master.

Oster listened angrily to these abominable sounds coming from the subspace, wishing that the God-Emperor could give him more power and directly pull the damn demon's throat out of his body, and then hit him on the neck. Knot, kick back to the subspace! ! !

Artanis saw the members of the Inquisition who were also fighting bravely. At this time, she finally understood why Tassada always told herself not to underestimate the human species.

These guys are not rich and arrogant people who have been relying on the inheritance of their ancestors in the past. They are a group of warriors who fight against the villains. Artanis thought in his heart while waiting for the invasion of demons.

Suddenly, he remembered the knowledge that Tassada once told him:

"In times of crisis, enemies can become friends, and friends can become enemies."

Facing the terrifying demon army, the two of them had no way of fighting alone. The two sides attacked like two packs of wild wolves, like giant bears. Although they could easily hurt the bear, they were unable to completely Break him down.

Only when two groups of wolves become one group of wolves can it be possible to defeat those monsters. Even if they do not fight side by side, as long as they can communicate with each other and make some slight division of labor, the situation will be greatly improved.

Thinking of this, Artanis immediately forcibly connected to the Inquisitor's mind through his own spiritual power.

The inquisitor who was fighting now felt like a bullet had been shot into his soul. He twitched violently and almost failed to block the opponent's attack. Just when he thought it was a spiritual attack from a demon, a voice came

"Dear Mr. Inquisitor, I am Artanis, the commander of Kalai's troops. I request cooperation with your troops. And, can you provide us with some support in this situation?"

After the judge heard this, he didn't worry too much and just said briefly

"No problem, alien! But I have to tell you in advance, after I finish dealing with the direct demons, if you stay in the empire's territory, you will be the next to die!"

"After dealing with this demon, they will leave us. Please attack their right side and clear out those enemies so that we can deal with our heavy armored units for further bombardment!"

But the judge suppressed his pain and anger and said

"Are you a new recruit?! Do you care about your two broken tanks?! As long as the subspace cracks are not closed, the demons will not be able to kill them all, and there will be more and more, and more powerful demons will appear! Don't think This so-called big demon in front of you is so powerful! It has just reached the threshold. When a more powerful one comes out, we will be truly finished!

Now you try to cover me while I throw the black stone fragments and anti-psychic bombs into the altar, completely destroying the connection with the subspace. By then, the monster will be nothing but a piece of cake, nothing more than a piece of cake! "

Artanis, who was speechless by the opponent, could only agree with the words of the judge in front of him. After all, in this aspect, he was really just a new recruit...

"All of them, try every means to continue to advance and attract more demons! Let the Inquisition army reach the predetermined location!"

Under Artanis's order, the exhausted coalition forces held themselves up, and at the same time, deliberately began to retreat, conserving their strength and attracting more and more enemies.

"Oh, you retreated! This look is really not beautiful. Maybe if you cut off your heads and hang them on my waist, you will be truly perfect and flawless, because you have become a dancer's decoration. Only then can it make a real difference!”

Looking at the retreating protoss army, the mask on Beerus's face was directly distorted by the original unrestrained smile. This vain guy has seen the weakness of his opponents and wants to directly kill their lives and use the head of this rare psychic creature as his own decoration.

If he could devour these souls, he would become more powerful, and with such beautiful decorations, he would be more likely to be favored by the Prince of Darkness.

Artanis looked at the monster walking down the altar, and the fear in his heart also escalated, because such a six-meter-tall monster, with several grinders four to five meters high next to it, and the oppression of nearly tens of thousands of demons coming over , is unimaginable.

"Back off! Back off!"

Artanis forced himself to calm down and ordered his men, and those brave soldiers also began to evacuate. But how easy is it to retreat from the rubble? There are broken shacks and broken pipes all around the damn square. Normally, these were just obstacles like pebbles, but now, the tired soldiers no longer had the strength to easily climb over them.

Especially the Tal'darin, they have entered an extremely weak state, and have become as fast as Astartes recruits. If other Templars or Tal'darin see it, they will feel like a retarded person. wall.

The two dragon knights that had been under siege in the back were almost unable to hold on. One of the dragon knights had completely lost its artillery, leaving only two arc-fired lightning bolts for self-defense. The remaining dragon knight had almost run out of ammunition, and according to the driver, his front armor was almost gone.

What was even more desperate was that the flexible demons had successfully rushed in front of them, especially the Laugher who rushed directly to the front, waving the four giant blades in his hands.

With a knife in hand, he quickly killed the two templars next to Artanis with a disturbing advantage.

"Haha, two souls! There are still hundreds of them, enough for me to eat!!!"

The roaring and laughing monsters continued to attack, and more than a dozen templars and Tal'darim fell down in an instant. Artanis looked at his dead comrades, and a sense of powerlessness continued to rise in his heart. Because of his mistakes, this battle might really fail, and countless deaths were caused by him...

But in such a dangerous battle, hope did not completely dissipate. On the other side, after seeing their temporary allies successfully drive all the demons away, Oster rushed forward. When the power of the Iron Rider Terminator was almost unusable, he finally came to the damned subspace rift.

Enduring the ether wind blowing out from the space rift, the Inquisitor chanted a spell, took out a bunch of grenades from his waist, and threw them in with all his strength.

The golden light flashed at the rift, but as the grenades exploded, the Emperor's holy light burned those unclean things and successfully nurtured the wound of this physical universe.

As the wound healed, the damage of those space-suppressing creatures also decreased visibly. Now the source has been solved, just kill those damn monsters.

However, after solving the space gap, it can only prevent the continued reinforcements. The remaining enemies should not be taken lightly, and for Artanis, the most troublesome thing is how to survive from the terrible monster in front of him.