The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 322 310. Livestock

The direction Gray pointed was exactly the battlefield where the flames of war were flying. It was obvious that the demons also knew where their target was. The men of the Lord of Changes were not fools. They quickly smelled the smell and began to attack. Countless demon and mortal troops began their own attacks, with demon engines buzzing behind them, covering their allies as they attacked the huge castle in front of them.

That was the place where the general was cast. Now the general was standing on top of his huge fortress, looking at his troops outside the thick void shield, resisting the enemy's attack, and said through gritted teeth

"This is really incomprehensible! Om Messiah, why are you coming to me?"

The apprentice on the side asked cautiously after hearing this

"Sir, is it possible that it is that thing..."

After General Casting heard this, he was silent for a moment, shook his head and said

"It's not impossible, but I will never hand over such a precious thing! The precision of that thing is really amazing, and it is definitely the most perfect creation of the God of All Machines! As long as I can understand a little bit of it That’s enough stuff!”

Thinking of this, the casting general's words became more and more crazy, and then he actually walked straight down, muttering to himself as he walked.

"I want to understand knowledge, and I want all the knowledge in it! No one can take it away! No one can take it away..."

The apprentices next to him looked at the teacher who was completely crazy, without any sympathy or doubt. Their expressions were the same. Some people were lucky enough to witness the magical thing falling into endless madness. That kind of thing was so wonderful. In order to understand how magical that thing was, other apprentices later directly killed one of them privately and read his memory.

After they learned about this season, they immediately understood why they were so excited. Indeed, that thing is definitely something more magical than the Halo Creation.

Halo Creation is a kind of alien ancient technology from the Halo Star Cluster. This kind of thing comes from many directions, some are just ordinary jewelry, and some are as big as a building. But these things all have one very obvious feature, that is, they contain powerful spiritual energy and soul.

Although this kind of item is a serious heresy and unforgivable behavior in the eyes of the Inquisition, there are still a large number of Rogue Trader dynasties and Mechanicus who are willing to risk their lives to obtain this kind of thing. Originally, the foundry general of Charon 7 thought that the fragment he got was the Halo Creation, but when he got it, he found that it was even more fascinating than the Halo Creation!

Of course, this thing has great side effects, ranging from mutating your body to directly dragging you into the invisible darkness of subspace. However, its magical structure still fascinates many people, and the Casting General is no exception.

On the battlefield outside, it had turned into a scene of hell.

Gemut looked at the scene outside and felt a cold shiver all over his body. Although he was already a member of the Skitarii, the Forge General did not cover their self-awareness. Logically speaking, all of their self-awareness should be covered at the beginning of the battle, so that they could be discarded. Emotions join the fight. General Forge believed that his soldiers could perform the task better because his soldiers were the best.

The skitarii in the hands of General Forge are all existences with astonishing combat effectiveness. One soldier is enough to deal with a squad of enemies, far beyond the level that an ordinary mortal soldier should have. However, no one in the outside world knows that they are How they were born, the birth methods of these soldiers have become strictly protected.

However, as a skitarii, Gemut knew how he was born. He had not experienced the warmth of his mother's womb, nor the taste of food. From the beginning of his memory, he had been like this. He was Clone.

All Skitarii soldiers were cloned, and the Forging General used ancient sports and science to create his most powerful warriors. But this is not what makes them so powerful. After all, although such a force is much stronger than ordinary people, there should not be such a big gap.

What makes them powerful is choosing the strongest one among thousands of identical warriors.

That's right, fighting against yourself, when every soldier is born, 1,000 other people will be born, and the genetic samples of these cloned soldiers are exactly the same. In order to be able to select the best of these elites for casting, the general decided to let these clones kill each other together. They will use everything at their disposal and rack their brains to use their own strategies and tricks to defeat their other selves.

In the end, only one person will survive this terrible duel, formally transform, and join the Skitarii.

Think about it, such tragic actions and battles are enough to make a person's soul and body feel numb and desperate. In this way, all they can think about on the battlefield is death, and there will be no so-called morale problem at all, because for them To me, death is the final relief.

Gemut thought the same way. He was not afraid of death, but he was really unwilling to do so.

"boom!!!!"

A shell hit next to him, and the flying steel and gravel directly scratched his forehead. He subconsciously touched it with his hand that had turned into metal, and saw the traces of blood, and then He glanced back and was startled. I saw another Skitarii soldier who was blown into two pieces, lying in front of him, his eyes were numb, and engine oil and blood slowly flowed out of his severed limbs.

The soldier was not dead yet. He tried his best to turn his eyes and took a look. The look in Gemut's eyes suddenly reminded him of something. He remembered that he once followed his team to transport an ant bull for processing. He still remembered the animal's last look before it died, which was exactly the same as the man in front of him.

Perhaps they are just beasts. In the eyes of those superior officers and foundry generals, the soldiers of the Skitarii are nothing at all.

Gemut thought desperately, and at the same time he loaded his electric beam gun again, leaned out and quickly aimed at a cultist and fired. He quickly left this uncomfortable place, hoping to end his life in a painful charge. The demon engine discovered the stupid soldier dozens of meters away from him, and then quickly fired a shot, hitting his left leg a few meters away.

Gemut was blown away instantly. The moment he was thrown into the air, fear flooded his mind like a tide. He closed his eyes tightly and fell down hard, but luckily or unfortunately, he was still alive. The Skitarii soldier struggled to stand up, but when he sat up slightly, he desperately found that he was in the same place again, and the soldier in front of him had lost his light in his eyes, like a dead man. Like animals.

He doesn't want to die like this!

But what now? It was impossible to run back. The supervising team members were watching from behind. As long as they dared to look back, they would open fire immediately! And even if he dies, there will be no problem. Anyway, they will clone more of himself at any time to replace him! To those guys, I am just a beast!

The desire to live has never surged up so violently. Gemut held his head in his hands and trembled all over. In the end, countless fears turned into words and he shouted out in despair.

"I, I don't want to die, I don't want to die here! Die here like an animal!"

Gemut shouted in pain, and at the same time, he suddenly heard another voice in his heart, talking to himself in a low voice. The sound was subtle, like the sound of a clock, but extremely warm and clear.

"Me! I'm not afraid of death! I just don't want... I don't want to die like a beast!"

"I didn't act like a coward, I didn't lie to myself!!! No...no...no."

Gemut listened to those voices, shouting in pain and fear. Slowly, the fear disappeared again, and he suddenly felt that what those voices said seemed to make sense.

"No... you're right... I'm just afraid, I'm just afraid of dying like an animal...

What? Tell me how not to be afraid... Yes, yes! If...if I could turn into an animal, wouldn't I no longer be afraid of dying like an animal? As long as you become a beast, you will no longer be afraid..."

"As long as you can become an animal, you won't be afraid anymore..."