The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 220 208. Shark Disaster

The smell of blood and the stench of sewers penetrated Artanis' skin and entered his body. The Protoss' body structure determines that they obtain smells slightly through the skin. Although they can use psychic power to prevent themselves from smelling this smell, smell is a good way to distinguish enemies in this dark environment.

They will filter out the original smell of the sewer through their skin, and then detect different smells to find and avoid possible enemies.

But if you do this, it will be very uncomfortable at the beginning, because the smell here must be unpleasant.

However, for Artanis, although the smell here is like an underground slaughterhouse that has been sealed for more than a month, the dark environment allows him to at least not look at those terrible things.

"The bright light source is lower than normal. There is no light source inside, even we can't see it."

Alarak said while activating a small device on his face, and a transparent night vision goggles immediately covered his eyes, and everyone began to do the same.

When Artanis trembled and turned on the night vision goggles, the scene in front of him almost made him fall down.

It turned out that what had been hitting their calves was not some garbage and waste, but corpses!

These corpses had covered the bloody water surface, overlapping each other without leaving any gaps. Everyone was floating face down on the water. The whole place was a carefully arranged weird venue.

Seeing such a horrible scene, Tassadar frowned and said

"But the art that makes people disgusted and disgusted..."

"Can you still tell that this is art? In my opinion, this is the bloodiest and most barbaric thing a group of intelligent creatures have done..."

Alarak tried hard not to touch these people who were so close, and even took two steps back. However, the other Tal'darim did not despise their leader because of these things, because these guys themselves were in very bad condition.

As they moved forward cautiously, a high-level templar touched a corpse and suddenly heard a slight sound. Although they didn't know what it was, they knew through prophecy and psychic induction that it was definitely not a good thing.

"Danger! Everyone lie down!"

After hearing this, Artanis plunged into the bloody water full of corpse stench without any hesitation. In this situation, saving his life was the most important thing.

"Boom!!!!"

The violent explosion sounded, scaring everyone to lie down. The yellow flames were surging, and the strong explosion directly caused the entire sewer to tremble, and some gravel and asphalt fell from it.

Zeratul first stood up again from a pile of blood and looked around. Fortunately, these elite warriors did not suffer any harm. As for the cause of the explosion, it is very likely that the creator of this masterpiece made a booby trap to prevent someone from recovering these corpses.

There was no way, they could only continue to slow down. Although the explosion just now must have attracted the attention of some monsters, in order to prevent there from being traps, they could only move forward carefully.

As they walked farther and farther in the sewer, the corpses around them finally began to decrease, as if the enemy's atrocities were slowly disappearing.

But when they continued to move forward, more corpses appeared. The difference is that this time, Shiqi did not present a morbid art form, but just ordinary killings, and more of the remains of some soldiers. However, the remains of some soldiers were still arranged into strange religious symbols, which made people feel disgusted from the bottom of their hearts.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Tassadar said gloomily

"These Astartes... I really have no way to connect them with the noble warriors I once fought against..."

Zeratul shook his head after hearing his words, and said in an unexpectedly calm tone

"Because only fear can suppress fear...

Tassadar, the Astartes are a sharp blade of the empire, so they must maintain the power of the empire. No matter how these residents live, their rulers have betrayed the empire, and they have also betrayed the empire, so these people must die. If they don't die, there is no way to suppress other separatist forces. If they don't die, the empire will be in danger of falling apart..."

Tassadar was silent after hearing this. War is the continuation of politics, and there is no such thing as tenderness. During the second expedition, how many dignitaries and rebels died under electromagnetic guns in order to consolidate the marginal colonies of the Kalai Protoss?

Countless!

They are all like this, let alone the Empire that regards human life as worthless? They are not qualified to judge others' practices, because in this galaxy, everything every race does is for its own continuation.

Alarak ignored the philosophical exchanges between those old antiques. He leaned down and touched the corpses for a while, saying

"These guys didn't die for a long time, at most an hour..."

After hearing his words, everyone immediately became alert, which meant that the person who caused all this probably didn't go too far. Thinking of the explosives that were just detonated due to recklessness, there is no doubt that the people in front must have known them. As for whether there will be people coming from behind, at least they didn't see any living people along the way.

Everyone immediately restarted the stealth mode and escaped directly into the crack of the webway. This time, they could not be seen in the physical universe at all, and they could avoid possible enemies.

Artanis quickly turned on the device, and the Tal'darim did the same. Only Zeratul could use dark stealth very naturally. After all, this unique stealth method was invented by him, so he could master it best.

They moved in the illusory space and advanced more than 100 meters in just a dozen seconds. However, this kind of advancement in the space crack also has certain risks. Before there were relevant tools, many apprentices were completely lost in the cracks, and even with special tools, the energy supply in the machine was a certain time and could only last for a few minutes.

Soon, the instigator in front appeared.

A group of gray-white giants were cleaning the battlefield just now. They estimated that they had killed a group of soldiers from the Tyrant Legion not long ago. Nearly a company of soldiers were blocking here, and some of them were shooting with squad plasma and hell guns, hoping to hit the opponent's Astartes and force them to stop attacking.

But the Carcharodon Legion did not give them such an opportunity. These excellent soldiers suddenly appeared from the shadows and came to close combat before the Tyrant Legion noticed. At such a close distance, mortals had no chance to win in the fight with the Astartes.

An entire company of more than 200 people was easily killed by 12 Astartes, and only one person managed to escape alive.

Now these Astartes are cleaning the battlefield and doing their own "artistic creation" by the way.

However, the joint forces cannot let them continue to create, because they are not sure whether the other party is the same as they think, and also go through this passage to launch a sneak attack.

Although they can be lucky enough to think that these people just happened to pass by, but for the sake of safety, these Astartes must be dealt with.