The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 442 430. The Doomsday Battle of the Orc Empire (Part 2)

After hearing the loud command from the Primarch, the terrible Ork Orc did not respond. His cold and blood-red eyes stared at him closely.

He let the Terminator in his hand struggle constantly, ignoring the bullets that kept coming at him. The Terminator tried hard to resist and struggle, and the power claws in his hands kept trying to cut off the hand of the damn Orc, but there was no way to pierce the opponent's power armor and skin.

After the orc was silent for two or three seconds, a hoarse and vicious voice came from his throat

"I know you, Horus... You are the most favored son of your emperor, and I also strongly believe that you are the next most suitable trophy to be placed in my combat power evaluation."

After saying that, the huge orc exerted a little force on his left hand, and a crisp sound came from his hand. The neck of the Terminator in his hand instantly tilted to the side, and the orc used his thumb to twist the neck of the Terminator. That crisp and painful sound made Artanis feel a cool pain.

After seeing his son being killed alive in front of the enemy, Horus was furious. He could still hear his son's hoarse and wailing when he was dying. A warrior wearing Terminator armor and holding a huge long sword next to him roared and said hoarsely

"Let me go, father! I will use his head to sacrifice my brother's soul!"

After hearing this, Horus was silent for a while, and then said silently

"Don't force it too much, Abaddon!"

After getting the permission of the Father of Genes, the brave warrior rushed up with a roar.

The warrior was obviously full of anger because his brother was killed, and his pair of sandalwood eyes flashed with orange anger. He was very fast, but the Ork Orc was faster and more powerful.

When he touched the sharp blade of the Ork Orc's general, the only cluster of flying braids on his bald head was also directly suppressed by this powerful force. Before the reckless and powerful Space Marine could react, the other party swung his hand and threw him back to his brothers.

After seeing their leader's victory, the orcs behind General Ork roared excitedly, as if mocking Abaddon's failure.

The warrior who fell to the ground quickly stood up, and the anger in his eyes became more obvious. When he wanted to move forward again, he was stopped by Horus.

"Okay, Abaddon, you did a good job. This beast is not something you can deal with, let me deal with him!"

After hearing his father's words, the brave Black Wolf retreated behind his father, and Horus also rushed up waving his lightning claws and sharp blades. The pig-like monster, which was as big as a knight mecha, also led his soldiers to move forward together, determined to take the head of the great primarch as his trophy.

Artanis watched them get closer and closer in surprise. Just when he wanted to see the beautiful scene through this ancient afterimage, the limit of his psychic power had been reached.

The smoke cleared, leaving only chicken feathers all over the ground, and the final result of the battle was laid out in front of him. The remains of a huge orc corpse with its chest torn open fell in front of him, covered with dust and blood. Obviously, in this battle, the human warmaster won.

Artanis continued to walk inside, determined to see everything in front of him, but unfortunately, when he wanted to enter the palace, he despairingly found that everything had collapsed. Obviously, the upper structure of the palace was completely blown to pieces, and there was no way to estimate how tall this huge and beautiful building had been, because now only the remaining foundation of one or two floors could be seen.

Artanis was sure that in the end, the Emperor used great firepower to destroy this huge building, and the purpose of doing so might be to declare his victory to his people.

So the things in the palace were either destroyed or taken away by the Astartes who evacuated urgently, even if there were many valuable technologies and knowledge, the cultural heritage was forever reduced to ashes.

Just when Artanis thought that his trip might be in vain, he suddenly remembered that when he borrowed books in the Great Temple Library, he had heard that there might be a secret underground laboratory under the human empire palace. So he immediately thought whether there were ruins and secrets of the war boss under the ruins of Ullanor?

When the Archon told his men about his idea, the guards immediately scanned it, and they really found what they wanted in the distant underground.

When they successfully scanned his brother, they really found a lot of free space, so Atalis and his companions started to set the phase rotation instrument again. The coil was placed on the ground and started to move downward, but this time, when they came to the long strip of space, their feet touched the steel floor.

Artanis looked around vigilantly the moment he touched the floor, and everything around him made him feel at ease. There was only a well-preserved steel passage here, and even when they arrived, they didn't know why, the lights inside the passage were even on.

With the light shining, Artanis felt that his eyes became more comfortable and he could move forward more smoothly. He could see the road ahead clearly, and he could also see those roads with reasonable decorations. I don't know how to describe that kind of decoration. The pointed tip polished into a rounded corner is decorated in the corner between the bright walls. It looks like a bronze mask with two eyes protruding outward is embedded in the wall.

The sculptures in the style of Orcs are half-kneeling in the grooves on both sides of the corridor. Artanis can clearly see that the Orc is kneeling on his left leg and half-kneeling on his right leg. His hands are tightly closed and placed on his right side. He wears a tall hat, his facial features are tightly twisted together, and his eyes are wide open. The bronze has shaped it very perfectly and very lively.

The Orcs recorded by Artanis, these interesting works of art, those works of art created when the Orcs spent tens of millions of years and finally had wisdom, but then quickly disappeared.

However, in this way, the beautiful artistic style, beautiful sculptures and curious and funny mask decorations only extended forward for a few dozen meters, and then there was a huge and tragic battlefield. Artanis might not call this scene a battlefield, but a huge pit underground.

The pit, which was caused or produced by something unknown, was tens of kilometers in size. Looking from the edge of the broken corridor, Artanis could clearly see that the rocks had been burned, the sand had turned into glass, and some powerful beings might have fought here with terrible weapons.

Just as Artanis was about to step carefully on the glass to the other end of the tunnel, when his feet just touched the bright glass, a primitive and strong psychic signal directly broke through his defense and entered his mind.

When Artanis opened his eyes with a slight pain in his head, he was almost burned by the flames from tens of thousands of years ago:

Above his head, in the colorful but not violent subspace, he saw a huge statue, a statue burning with golden flames, standing upright on his head, and he was under the crotch of the giant.