He returned earlier than Guilliman and sneered at the so-called holy codex, and indeed had the qualifications to deny it completely. In addition, before the Great Rift was opened, the warp navigation was not disturbed. He was determined to reorganize the legion and could even gather tens of thousands of troops just by standing there.
Not only the knights and new blood of these daughter groups, but also the many star army legions, knight families and even scattered Titans brought back by the Dark Angels daughter groups in response to their father's war order. As Ezekiel's psychic beacon continued to flash, a terrifying legion with no taboos gathered again in the Stone Fortress.
Although the number of people and the level of eliteness cannot be compared with the most glorious time ten thousand years ago, the sub-group system has one advantage - the fleets of a total of 25 sub-groups now and in place soon can be comparable to a main fleet of the Dark Angels in the past!
The truth of the Dark Angels Chapter, the Glorious Queen-class battleship Razor, slowly sailed out of the most secret dock. The great battleship that had been sealed up because a single chapter was unable to complete even the most basic defense work finally welcomed back her true owner and fought side by side with the Indomitable Truth, which had previously served as the chapter's flagship, once again.
The two flagships returned with a large fleet and jointly supported the defense of the temporarily paralyzed Stone Fortress. A total of 189 companies, more than 306 Astartes, battleships, strike cruisers, and Astartes escort squadrons.
This is only the reinforcement of the Dark Angels. The reinforcements sent by Salmin are stationed on the other side of the Stone Fortress, including the Queen of Glory-class battleship Saratoga and two Damocles-class super battleships, two Shana-class mechanical arks, two Agamemnon-class high-speed battleships, 12 Overlord-class battlecruisers, and 10 Styx-class battlecruisers.
Another Glorious Queen and 10,000 Astartes. Together with the 5,000-odd Dark Angels on the boulder, the Lion King Army was able to miraculously put together a massive attack group of 2,400 warships, including three Glorious Queens, 31,000 Astartes and 34 battleships!
It was an incredible miracle to gather such a force behind the enemy. Taking into account the strength of the Cadian Front on the other side, Lion even had a feeling that he might really win - except that the Primarch was fighting one against three and needed his own blood C, there seemed to be no difference in the strength of the fleet. Salmin single-handedly made up for a fleet of almost two and a half legions.
Although Lorgar is not a Primarch who excels in martial arts, he is still able to defeat the Chief Daemon of Khorne alone in the Eye of Terror even without using psychic powers. Don't treat the Primarch as a Primarch. Even for Lorgar, plowing a bloody path three or five people wide through the Astartes is no more difficult than drinking water.
He could even make a bold statement directly: a Glorious Queen without a Primarch or five thousand elite Space Marines garrisoned is like a flat path in front of the Primarch. If it is easy to walk on, it is a bit uncomfortable; if it is not easy to walk on, it is indeed a road, the kind that has resistance but not much.
However, the commander sent by Salmin really gave him a big surprise. Although he did not take action - he was not a barbarian like Russ, how could he go up and stab someone indiscriminately? But the powerful warrior code-named Saratoga, who was the same as the flagship, even made him feel threatened.
If Salmin also possessed this power, the two of them might be able to hold back an ascended Primarch together, and he would only need to ride the Black Oiler's mechanical ark into the core of the Death Guard fleet as planned. All tactics would be decapitation, and as long as he could quickly defeat the big moth hiding in the poisonous fog, everything would be fine.
He was so sure of his victory and strength, but he also faced his own weakness and aging. A truly strong person does not need to exercise. Even a newborn baby's natural body is enough to slaughter an elite army. But now he is trying to defeat his brothers who have escaped the erosion of thousands of years in the warp with his weak body.
Then he could only rely on his own martial arts and wisdom. For the same Primarch-level warriors, the spear is far stronger than the shield. Maybe a sword thrust when the blades intersect, piercing through the chest, could split the god of war who ignored the artillery fire and killed wantonly without any harm on the battlefield in half.
When damage is generally overflowing, the output of hits is more important than the theoretical total damage. What he needs now is to regain the state in the series of wars ten thousand years ago, squeeze out every minute and every second outside of dealing with military affairs, and hone his skills in the square of the Stone Fortress that has just been rebuilt from the burning ruins.
That was the most traditional real sword duel of the Dark Angels - the power sword without activating the decomposition position maintained the battle in a clever range where blood could be seen but no real damage could be caused. In order to simulate the weakness in physical strength, he even took off all the armor on his body and suppressed his strength to a suitable level to fight against the battle formation of ten Terminators.
The Lion King, who had retrieved brand new weapons from somewhere, held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, experiencing the perspective of a weak person that he had never experienced before. After the thirteenth rotating team was also knocked to the ground under the heavy blow of the sword, he seemed to have caught some inspiration.
"Just like fighting against the giant beast in the forest in my childhood, I must use all available strength, even... no, it must include the enemy's strength!" He stared at the gorgeous shield that might have been given by his father. He still needed a little understanding. "Coswin, bring your men up and continue!"
In another corner of the boulder, a similar round-robin battle is about to begin.
Chapter 145: Death Army - The Evil Visitors
As a high-ranking commander who will take over the command of the fleet when the Lion King boards the ship, Saratoga's room is not in the military area of the fleet's base, but in the palace in the core area of the Monolith. This space is isolated by a patrol team composed of blue-armored Astartes wearing black robes.
This is a private area that can be considered strictly guarded in the Stone Fortress, but today, there seem to be some uninvited bad guests. The curtain spread out from the void has a wonderful beauty that is different from the arc set off when the Empire teleports. It is also an ancient skill among the Eldar.
The gorgeous sword cut off the last connection of the curtain, and in silence, a team of tall figures who would never appear here and went deep into the Eye of Terror slowly emerged. They were the Death God Army. After giving up the protection of the Soul Stone and the Soul Devouring Curse and obtaining the protection of the Death God's soul, they returned to the so-called [connection between the Eldar before the Great Fall].
(The above is a high-end setting, but the fact is that GW uses the Death Army as a stepping stone for the plot. They use it and throw it away, not caring about how embarrassing and lacking in plot design and background the Death Army itself has become. It is just a pendant of the Demonic Disaster and Guilliman without any character charm.)
These were the new converts from the Saim-Hann Craftworld. They came with the strength of five clans to stop the Thirteenth Black Crusade, but were frightened by the grand chapter of Cadia that never stopped. Their magnificent warships and powerful warriors, which they were proud of, could not even fill the gap in such a battle.
The one who appeared before them in despair and gave them hope to revive the Eldar was the Death Messenger, the Daughter of Shadows, Yvraine. She brought new salvation to the Eldar, enough to resist the power of their eternal enemy, the Eldar Death! After seeing the real protection of the incarnation of the Death, most of them became a member of the new Death Army.
Now, they were halfway through the process of raising the dead - the third Crone Sword was within reach, wielded by a damned mortal woman.
How ridiculous! What's the point of hiding in a tin can? The will of the god of death is guiding them forward. With the help of the clown troupe and the old prophet, they will soon be able to use the flesh and blood of the vile monkey who dared to blaspheme the sacred objects of the elves to wash away the filth on the sword!
Just like in the 'glorious' history of the Eldar, two teams of the Harlequin Troupe jumped out of the shadows and started a battle without saying a word. The mysterious blades and the curtain made of single-molecule threads easily slaughtered the four Astartes guards standing in front of the gate, but that was all.
The arrogant and noble Eldar warriors ignored the shrill alarm, or they had never thought of the traditional infiltration operation, otherwise destroying the alarm should be a higher priority option than strangling the guards. After all, what they are best at is not speaking when they should, and not speaking human language when the corpses on the ground must speak.
The next moment, the crimson beams of light shot out from the corners of the palace complex and formed a more deadly rain of light, the roar of explosive weapons. The bloodthirsty light broke through the fog and crossed the distance of just a few hundred meters in an instant. The clown troupe of the Eldar was the fastest warrior, but no matter how fast a mortal creature was, it could not be faster than the beam.
Even if it was only a few hundredths of the speed of light, not just anybody could hit it. Especially since this wasn't the pure flashlight of IG's Big Head, but the explosive weapon specially provided by the Lerna Sentinel who hid in the dark and restrained all murderous intent, the former Primarch Guard of the Alpha Legion, the old Terran Golden Banner!
Among the war hammers, there were only a few ancient individual weapons that were powerful enough to penetrate an Iron Cavalry Terminator with one shot, leaving only a hole as big as a bowl. At this moment, the Harlequin Troupe, which had lost touch with the main force because they were running too fast, was facing a team of twenty Lerna Terminators.
No miracles happened - this wasn't a table, how could they roll the dice? After only half of the shooting phase, the seemingly solid psychic shield and the clown troupe that was trying their best to twist were left with only a few gorgeous and smooth weapons and a few pieces of cloth to prove that there had been any enemies in the ruins.
It was only at this moment that the howl of the banshee was finally heard. The battle was already unavoidable. How could the Death Champion 'Inad's Edge' Thousand Faces and the Regent Lady's little Tengu (bushi) tolerate his student being harmed in the slightest? The strange brilliance of the Silent Howl Sword Asuval formed the tip of the charging spear in the shining light.
If there is any glory in the world that can never be forgotten for a lifetime, then the Crone Sword, the five artifacts filled with the power of the god of death, must have a place. Naturally, Thousand Faces took most of the concentrated fire of the Lerna Terminator, and the attack always fell on this existence that simply had "I am valuable" on its face.
If the holographic stance could still deceive Astartes at this distance, it would be a bit too contemptuous. The sound of the wind passed by his ears, and the thousand gorgeous fur shoulder guards and the silk woven cloak were instantly pierced and ignited by the scorching explosion! It was a three-shot burst that should have burned him and the howling banshee behind him.
But since he still dared to charge forward after the clown had been killed, he must have something to rely on - the gray mist was isolating the flames from his soul and body, and the power of the god of death was giving him a protection beyond the mortal world through the sword of the old woman. Before the sharp blade of the substance cut him off, death would not befall the champion beloved by the god of death.
Even though he hasn't awakened yet, the Eldar Death God is still a god after all, and the Death Army who practice the Seventh Path are truly protected by the gods. They are the chosen ones who can face the licking of Slaanesh demons and keep their own souls.
If the Ark Eldar would choose to give up the battle because of the loss of personnel, then the Death Army did not care too much about death - the soul was still there and could be resurrected by someone. So, they chose to go all in. Under the leadership of the bishop, the Avengers raised the vicious star darts, and the war witches and the Death Messengers jointly summoned the power that could change the situation of the battle.
Behind them, Eldar jetbikes and vipers engraved with the serpentine emblem of Saim-Hann, and even a whole fleet of Wasp attack boats were entering the battlefield along with three tall Wraithlords. A simple theft was gradually turning into the first war of the main force of the Death Army.
So brave, the Death Army! The roar of the Star Dart heavy artillery and scattered lasers completely awakened the tens of thousands of Astartes Legions and hundreds of times more mortal auxiliary troops in the Monolith Fortress. The knight mechas slowly woke up in the hymns sung by the mechanical monks, and even faster than them were the patrol formations of the Imperial Navy.
Chapter 146 Alien? Kill!
Fortunately, no matter what happens next, those howling banshees from the Samhan Ark World who follow the ancient path are truly "fast as the wind, fierce as a snake". Under the cover of Qianmian, they only dropped six bodies and pulled the distance to the close combat stage where they are best.
At this time, not even half a minute had passed since the clown entered the stage.
The Howling Banshees are an Aspect Warrior of Khaine, symbolizing Khaine's ability to instill fear in his enemies. Banshees are an omen of misfortune in Eldar mythology, and this Aspect Warrior has chosen to draw inspiration from this terrifying creature. These lightly armored female warriors are fearsome close combatants with a touch of Slaanesh Daemon.
Their overly slender bodies were covered in bone-white light armor, and the green-yellow lines were a testament to the Samhan Ark World. The cool-colored full-cover armor under their leaping bodies formed a sharp contrast with the flaming hair on top of the helmet, which was the symbol of the tribe's warriors. That was the origin of the name Banshee, the Banshee Mask.
Traditionally, the helm bears the rune of the Howling Banshee on its forehead, a psychic amplifier that amplifies their signature scream. This scream causes devastating damage to the central nervous system, filling the enemy with a deadly fear. A full squad of Banshees will activate their visors simultaneously, paralyzing the enemy before the battle begins.
Just like this - a scream that was loud enough to make a Slaanesh demon climax on the spot burst out in an instant, and the mysterious psychic power was qualitatively improved in the overlapping layers. The Lerna Terminator team that had just replaced the explosives with storm shields fell into a catastrophic stiffness!
The thin disc of the Shuriken pistol hit the heavily armored Lerna Terminator with a crisp sound, which was full of humor. In the Warhammer universe, sacred close combat is still the key, and it just so happens that the Howling Banshees are the most ferocious executioners among the warriors of the Eldar tribe. The Eldar's special power sword and more advanced mirror blade are ancient and easy to use.
The bright arc of the scimitar pierced into the thick glowing shield of the Iron Cavalry Terminator. It was not an easy task to break three layers of shields with one blow. Only the truly outstanding Howling Banshees could use the force of the initial charge to use the thin blade to cut into the sticky stand and penetrate into the tough armor made of ceramic steel.
The relatively thin figure flew around the immortal snake scale fortress, the broken sword blades and broken armor pieces flew in the air, the splattered blood and even broken limbs became the main theme of the battlefield at the moment when the swords crossed. Then the next moment, Lerna, who had regained consciousness, broke this sad and beautiful bloody scene.
The powerful physique of the Superman Warriors and the absolute defensive ability of the Iron Cavalry Terminator allowed them to intercept this group of lightly armored ghosts before the Howling Banshees withdrew from the battlefield and started over. The wind and waves caused by the swinging power axes and the leaping arcs of electricity from the decomposition positions were like a real thunderstorm.
The bloody fight to the death between nearly a hundred terrifying warriors only took less than a second to enter the most anxious and intense situation. The power blades were swift but not lethal enough. The coordinated maneuvers of Lerna in groups of three or five showed the qualities that a Primarch's guard should have. The combination of storm shields and power axes completely tore apart the formation of this group of lightly armored assassins.
Except for one person, Thousand Faces was a storm, faster and more violent than all the Howling Banshees! Asuval, the Howling Sword, shredded the shield, armor, and flesh in a flash. He was the only warrior who ended the myth of the Iron Cavalry defense with one strike.
And now, he alone was enough to suppress the actions of four Lerna. His dexterous sword and violent combos, combined with the attribute of indestructibility, showed an overwhelming advantage. Every time he swung his sword and body, the blood and cut armor were cheering for him.
He looked around the battlefield with another trail of blood. The deaths of four Lerna were exchanged for twenty-six howling banshees who were either violently evaporated by the explosion or split in half by the flashing decomposition field on the power axe, but this was nothing.
They are the Chosen of Death - souls not protected by the Soul Stone will not disappear, and their death gives Ivrene power, and they use this to prove the dedication of the Death Army to their cause. The dead souls poured into her mortal vessel, and the overflowing psychic energy directly wiped out a Lerna squad fighting in the raging waves.
"I am certain that the Death Army is the last hope. As a member of Bie-Tan, I have fought for the revival of our race for countless years, but have never made any valuable progress. However, once we have the help of the Death Army, we can prevent the destruction of the Eldar."
Yes, yes, that's it. Use the power of the god of death to make those lowly monkeys who stole the position of the great Eldar perish forever, and even their souls will be completely torn apart! Qianmian was ecstatic, fascinated by his lover, the power of his god, and the revival of the Eldar that was just around the corner!
He could even sense a familiar aura; the Crone's Sword was approaching him at an extremely fast speed... approaching?
Just when he was still wondering if this was an illusion, his body had already reacted. It was an extremely inhuman evasive action. It was painful, but really fast! It was so fast that he, who was still confused, was able to avoid the spear that could have crushed him completely.
The last thing he saw was the purple star that lit up the sky. The next moment, the strong wind from the spear threw him away mercilessly, leaving him nowhere to catch the spear. In the chaotic changes in perspective, the only thing he could see clearly was the blood and flesh everywhere... They were everywhere. "No!"
The javelin pierced through the Avengers' scattered formation, and then accurately hit the War Witch Group and Ivrenee beside them. The shattered psychic barrier drew a beautiful curve in the air, and then the strong wind and smoke covered everything. Qianmian forced himself to suppress his worries about Ivrenee, and kept reminding himself of the unquestionable safety of the Death Messenger.
He held his breath, quietly waiting for the arrival of the absolutely powerful man he perceived. An old woman's sword was hanging openly on her waist, and a flat woman holding a strange war hammer was walking towards him, trampling on the howling banshees that had already covered the ground. Ha, I'm the only one left.
That was their goal. In theory, they could just kill the wild monkey, which was walking towards them without any hesitation, crossing the protection of Astartes. But he didn't dare to feel any joy at all. Damn prophet, this is what you said. The third Crone Sword in the world is controlled by a mortal woman? I control your mother!
"Barbarian - human, this is a misunderstanding. Give me your sword and we will leave." Qianmian tried his best to restrain his arrogance in his last effort, but it seemed to be of no use.
"Alien? Kill!"
Chapter 147 Enard
The prophecies of the Eldar have always been "accurate, but not completely accurate". Especially the prophecy of the old prophet, which gave the exact location of the third Crone Sword and the image of its holder without any error, but such half-accurate prophecies often lead to more serious consequences.
What is considered a mortal? In the human empire, generally speaking, non-Astartes are called mortals. In a broad sense, humans without godhood are considered mortals, so the Emperor of the 31st millennium is also considered a mortal. This is a very broad assessment space. This imprecise prophecy gave the arrogant Eldar who thought they were the spokespersons of God too much self-confidence and arrogance that they should not have.
I thought I was just catching a petty thief, but I didn't expect to stab Laos. Just like now, the Death Army thought they knew everything, and ended up diving into the bases of the Alpha Legion and the Dark Angels. But the Death Army didn't have the backing of the Wolf Warriors, and the base of the legion wasn't a small African country.
The mere death god is not enough to make the human army retreat. Even the minions and chosen ones of the four gods are killed without hesitation. What else is missing? Neither Saratoga nor Ryan would take the so-called false god of the alien race seriously. The Eldar death god Inad? I have never heard of it!
The broken corpses scattered all over the ground exuded a sweet and bloody smell, just like the memories in Commorra catching up with him, but Qianmian knew that those sweet fears were the corpses of his compatriots. The Eldar heroes who were willing to fight for the great resurrection of the god of death were now like fragile porcelain. They smashed to the ground and stabbed into his chest.
Appetite, joy and fear all mixed together in his mind, and Qianmian hesitated for a moment. During this pause, a taller figure passed directly behind him. It was his god appearing in the mortal world, not a lowly existence like the false emperor of the wild monkey. It was the real god, and the surging gray mist was the authority of death and the end!
"Ynnead is with us!" Evelyne's battle cry pierced the monotonous barrage of fire from the human warriors' explosive weapons. Thousands of faces looked back and saw the Avengers and War Wizards reorganizing their formations under the command of Si Zhan, and thousands of agile Eldar warriors rushing in from the hillside of the portal.
Dozens of jet motorcycles and vipers, led by a team of Wasp attack boats, were wantonly spraying dart barrages and laser fireworks from mid-air, toying with those lowly monkeys who should have forever been digging for food on the ground. At the end of the team, three tall Nether Lords were planning a more beautiful massacre.
From this perspective, the flat pink-haired woman who was slowly moving forward on the corpses of his compatriots and the dozen or so tin cans were just bugs in the process of the Grim Reaper's resurrection.
In order to show his strength and value in front of his beloved Evelyne, Qianmian chose Saratoga without hesitation. The Alpha at the farthest distance rushed forward. He was not stupid. Human art, politics, and character were all the worst. But only force could not be ignored by even the most arrogant Eldar.
Broken flesh and blood slowly dripped from the warhammer, or rather the large magic girl's staff. This is how a magic girl who fits the Warhammer style looks like. Saratoga, with her full body armor outlining the cold metal edges, raised her warhammer lightly, guarding against the "monster" in front of her that also fits the Warhammer style.
Very unique and ugly unilateral double horns - an oversized twisted horn protrudes from Inad's right forehead, and below it there is another slightly smaller curved horn. Combined with his face that looks like it was splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid and his indigo-colored exposed skin, he looks like a low-level Slaanesh demon.
Only the ominous gray mist quietly revealed that He was the incarnation of the sleeping Eldar god of death in the mortal world, and was definitely not a low-level Slaanesh demon who had no discipline even when filling in the lines.
"My name is Inad, powerful man. Kneel down, and I will grant you the glory of death - crush your soul painlessly." His words and expression were extremely sincere and natural. It was not a provocation, but he truly believed that this was the supreme grace bestowed by God to the thugs who slaughtered his people.
Saratoga didn't care about the enemy's words. A barking dog usually doesn't dare to bite. For a truly strong person, there is no need to shout. When the thought of killing the enemy comes into mind, there are only corpses left in front of him. If he can't even do this, then the so-called death sentence is just a joke.
War hammer... bah, the staff blocked the incoming emerald sword. The dagger in the hand of the incarnation of death was undoubtedly a broad blade for Saratoga. Theoretically, the posture she took to receive the attack was enough for her to weaken the huge impact to an acceptable level, but Saratoga surprisingly did not feel any effort - no need to relieve the force?
Was it an illusion, or did the so-called God of Death hold back? He took another step and used a clever inch of strength to defeat Inad's incarnation Saratoga in a short distance. He had an even more bizarre idea. Could this guy be just a show-off? It felt like he was not as good as the original god.
The continuous slashing of the emerald double blades was just so-so. Did he not even know how to fight after losing his special weapon? After roughly understanding this clown-like false god, Saratoga took the initiative to sidestep and dodge the spell called by the female Eldar wielding another old woman's sword.
Even if it hits, there won't be any problem, but intelligence that can easily turn the tide of the battle if used well cannot be easily leaked. The noble immunity to subspace interference of the Untouchables has such charm, and Commissar Kane has a say in this.
Saratoga dodged sideways, blocked the incoming sword, and kept some distance, deftly testing whether the incarnation of death was truly weak or just hiding his abilities, using weapons and even the heaviest shoulder armor to test the incarnation of death's true strength.
The two blades of the incarnation of the god of death were not physical entities, but more like an extension of his power, an indeterminate state of pure energy that ignored inertia. Its cutting ability was terrifying, and in addition to hitting the staff wrapped in the decomposition field, even her streamlined and gorgeous shoulder armor was marked with two twisted marks.
But no matter how powerful the illusion is, it is still an illusion. The flash of the sword when it cut into the armor and touched the anti-psychic energy aura that was compressed to the extreme allowed Saratoga to make a judgment!
The hammer hurled out in anger broke through the wind and waves, and the incarnation of death put away his sword and raised his hand at the same time! He stepped forward and tightened his waist, and all the strength of his body was twisted into a ball around his seemingly slender waist. All the foreshadowing of retreating was for this moment of sudden attack, which was a blow comparable to a naval gun and more powerful than the main weapon of the Titan!
That was a sling thrown at a giant, a myth that knocked down a giant! The tall god, the purple giant, was also going to fall at this moment - the war hammer, which was too fast and barely spinning, smashed the blade, as easily as shattering a piece of glass, and then the skin, bones, and the vast energy that constituted the incarnation of the god -
The god's body was spun high up, but what Saratoga saw was another emerald green sword, which was still firmly thrust towards Saratoga's uncovered face under this attack. The incarnation of death took this blow on purpose, he wanted to exchange his injury for his life.
Chapter 148: Death of the Grim Reaper
Should I use the inertia of the throw and the strength of my waist to deflect it by a fraction of a second and dodge it to the side or front? Or should I use the God-given steel plate of the end to make it ricochet directly?
No. The next moment, Saratoga took another step forward. He raised his hand, turned his fist into a knife, and chopped down fiercely!
Use flesh and blood to fight against steel?
No, that was not the steel blade wrapped in the decomposition field, it was a more deadly and terrifying psionic energy - and this was the flaw.
When the hand knife collided with the straight sharp blade, the scene should have been that the long sword cut through the flesh, severed the bones, and directly cut off the head, but... it was completely the opposite.
The emerald blade was smashed by the hand knife. No, it was shattered before it actually touched it. The moment the anti-psychic aura passed by, the movement of the incarnation of death was completely frozen for an instant, and the light of the whole body disappeared at the same time! Even if it returned to flickering again after a quarter of a second, that was enough.
The attack was too fast, and the incarnation of Death had no time to react. The almost zero-time Internet outage was also a disaster. By the time His will restarted his body's thinking, the emerald green sword blade had collapsed in front of him, and was replaced by a fist armor that reflected the dim light of the stars!
The attack that was not blocked at all revealed a breath of death that was even more intense than the gray mist on his body. If he hadn't reacted in time, this blow from the hand knife would have really been able to smash his head, along with the spine, ribs, and other flesh and blood meridians underneath, splitting him vertically in half.
However, gods are gods after all. After realizing that his incarnation had hit a huge wall, the real God of Death raised his energy in a higher dimension, covering his entire body in an attempt to block the attack.
He succeeded, and he failed.
The heavy, real power of the god of death was created without regard for the loss, and was forcibly inserted into the time flow before the hit. The laws of the world were shaken by the gods, and the dead who were already beyond salvation had the possibility of survival.
But why do we say he failed?
because……
Great! Power! Works! Miracles!
Gods pay a price for violating the rules, but violating the laws of physics is another price. If you block it, will it work? If you block it, you can't stop it.
The violent force was fully released at the moment of impact, and the actual aggregate of divine power emitted an illusory, piercing cry. Even louder was the roar of the battleship's engine, and the dazzling red light exploded on the steel wings behind the ship. It was the roar of the most magnificent creation of mankind that traversed the starry sea, the anger of the Queen of Glory!
"Damn it, start the engine, one hundred million horsepower of power, the Queen of Glory's fists and teeth blasted!" The illusory wailing that echoed in the ears of all the Death God's believers in several surrounding star regions was the last remnant of the barrier. With unstoppable force, the hot red gauntlets that were oppressed by friction were clenched into heavy fists and directly penetrated the body of the incarnation of the God!
It was a comic book moment. The incarnation of the god of death began to slowly disintegrate from the huge hole of nearly one meter in its lower abdomen, and the energy and impact that had condensed into substance tore through everything along the way, including the atmosphere, buildings, creatures, vehicles... The chaotic and orderly attack of the army of the god of death left only chaos and wailing.
Even if it only touched a corner of the marching direction, the collateral damage caused completely destroyed the entire formation of the Death God Army. Nearly half of the elite warriors returned to the Death God Army's final plan in an instant - becoming one of the materials for the Eldar to awaken the Death God. No matter how powerful the warriors were, they were useless in the face of the aftermath, just like garbage, and they survived only because of misfortune.
The flying motorcycles, Vipers, and Wasp attack boats that had been showing off their might were now burning in the new and old ruins on the ground. It was the almost complete annihilation of the floating forces that led to the total collapse of the front battlefield. Without the heavy firepower cover of the vehicles, the dull explosive salvos once again overwhelmed the swan song of the Star Darts.
The smoke and dust dissipated. The miserable appearance of the incarnation of death, which had lost more than one-third of its mass and had one arm cut off, and the terrifying human who was tearing flesh and blood like the most terrifying demon of Slaanesh, crushed the last fighting will of the Eldar warriors. Even the power of the mask was not enough to save this fear.
The Death Army fled.
The last boulder that crushed Evelyne was the bright meteor that flashed across the sky - the human navy was approaching this side, and once the final retreat route was blocked by the air force, it would be a direct severance of the Eldar's hope for revival, and a tragic defeat that would result in the loss of everything.
Qianmian knelt beside her at some point, praying that she would give the right order. Evelyne looked back for the last time. The figure in the south who was trying to completely strangle a god incarnation was her, who stopped the great progress of the Death God Army. "This is a tricky idea, retreat!"
Yuanjia was hasty, Fenglangjuxu won a hasty look to the north. However, considering the degree of vengeance of the elves and their average lifespan, it is likely that it is not as simple as forty-three years. Four hundred and thirty years? Four thousand three hundred years? Or it may be an eternal failure, and be remembered forever... as the person who killed the god of death.
Not only the knights and new blood of these daughter groups, but also the many star army legions, knight families and even scattered Titans brought back by the Dark Angels daughter groups in response to their father's war order. As Ezekiel's psychic beacon continued to flash, a terrifying legion with no taboos gathered again in the Stone Fortress.
Although the number of people and the level of eliteness cannot be compared with the most glorious time ten thousand years ago, the sub-group system has one advantage - the fleets of a total of 25 sub-groups now and in place soon can be comparable to a main fleet of the Dark Angels in the past!
The truth of the Dark Angels Chapter, the Glorious Queen-class battleship Razor, slowly sailed out of the most secret dock. The great battleship that had been sealed up because a single chapter was unable to complete even the most basic defense work finally welcomed back her true owner and fought side by side with the Indomitable Truth, which had previously served as the chapter's flagship, once again.
The two flagships returned with a large fleet and jointly supported the defense of the temporarily paralyzed Stone Fortress. A total of 189 companies, more than 306 Astartes, battleships, strike cruisers, and Astartes escort squadrons.
This is only the reinforcement of the Dark Angels. The reinforcements sent by Salmin are stationed on the other side of the Stone Fortress, including the Queen of Glory-class battleship Saratoga and two Damocles-class super battleships, two Shana-class mechanical arks, two Agamemnon-class high-speed battleships, 12 Overlord-class battlecruisers, and 10 Styx-class battlecruisers.
Another Glorious Queen and 10,000 Astartes. Together with the 5,000-odd Dark Angels on the boulder, the Lion King Army was able to miraculously put together a massive attack group of 2,400 warships, including three Glorious Queens, 31,000 Astartes and 34 battleships!
It was an incredible miracle to gather such a force behind the enemy. Taking into account the strength of the Cadian Front on the other side, Lion even had a feeling that he might really win - except that the Primarch was fighting one against three and needed his own blood C, there seemed to be no difference in the strength of the fleet. Salmin single-handedly made up for a fleet of almost two and a half legions.
Although Lorgar is not a Primarch who excels in martial arts, he is still able to defeat the Chief Daemon of Khorne alone in the Eye of Terror even without using psychic powers. Don't treat the Primarch as a Primarch. Even for Lorgar, plowing a bloody path three or five people wide through the Astartes is no more difficult than drinking water.
He could even make a bold statement directly: a Glorious Queen without a Primarch or five thousand elite Space Marines garrisoned is like a flat path in front of the Primarch. If it is easy to walk on, it is a bit uncomfortable; if it is not easy to walk on, it is indeed a road, the kind that has resistance but not much.
However, the commander sent by Salmin really gave him a big surprise. Although he did not take action - he was not a barbarian like Russ, how could he go up and stab someone indiscriminately? But the powerful warrior code-named Saratoga, who was the same as the flagship, even made him feel threatened.
If Salmin also possessed this power, the two of them might be able to hold back an ascended Primarch together, and he would only need to ride the Black Oiler's mechanical ark into the core of the Death Guard fleet as planned. All tactics would be decapitation, and as long as he could quickly defeat the big moth hiding in the poisonous fog, everything would be fine.
He was so sure of his victory and strength, but he also faced his own weakness and aging. A truly strong person does not need to exercise. Even a newborn baby's natural body is enough to slaughter an elite army. But now he is trying to defeat his brothers who have escaped the erosion of thousands of years in the warp with his weak body.
Then he could only rely on his own martial arts and wisdom. For the same Primarch-level warriors, the spear is far stronger than the shield. Maybe a sword thrust when the blades intersect, piercing through the chest, could split the god of war who ignored the artillery fire and killed wantonly without any harm on the battlefield in half.
When damage is generally overflowing, the output of hits is more important than the theoretical total damage. What he needs now is to regain the state in the series of wars ten thousand years ago, squeeze out every minute and every second outside of dealing with military affairs, and hone his skills in the square of the Stone Fortress that has just been rebuilt from the burning ruins.
That was the most traditional real sword duel of the Dark Angels - the power sword without activating the decomposition position maintained the battle in a clever range where blood could be seen but no real damage could be caused. In order to simulate the weakness in physical strength, he even took off all the armor on his body and suppressed his strength to a suitable level to fight against the battle formation of ten Terminators.
The Lion King, who had retrieved brand new weapons from somewhere, held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, experiencing the perspective of a weak person that he had never experienced before. After the thirteenth rotating team was also knocked to the ground under the heavy blow of the sword, he seemed to have caught some inspiration.
"Just like fighting against the giant beast in the forest in my childhood, I must use all available strength, even... no, it must include the enemy's strength!" He stared at the gorgeous shield that might have been given by his father. He still needed a little understanding. "Coswin, bring your men up and continue!"
In another corner of the boulder, a similar round-robin battle is about to begin.
Chapter 145: Death Army - The Evil Visitors
As a high-ranking commander who will take over the command of the fleet when the Lion King boards the ship, Saratoga's room is not in the military area of the fleet's base, but in the palace in the core area of the Monolith. This space is isolated by a patrol team composed of blue-armored Astartes wearing black robes.
This is a private area that can be considered strictly guarded in the Stone Fortress, but today, there seem to be some uninvited bad guests. The curtain spread out from the void has a wonderful beauty that is different from the arc set off when the Empire teleports. It is also an ancient skill among the Eldar.
The gorgeous sword cut off the last connection of the curtain, and in silence, a team of tall figures who would never appear here and went deep into the Eye of Terror slowly emerged. They were the Death God Army. After giving up the protection of the Soul Stone and the Soul Devouring Curse and obtaining the protection of the Death God's soul, they returned to the so-called [connection between the Eldar before the Great Fall].
(The above is a high-end setting, but the fact is that GW uses the Death Army as a stepping stone for the plot. They use it and throw it away, not caring about how embarrassing and lacking in plot design and background the Death Army itself has become. It is just a pendant of the Demonic Disaster and Guilliman without any character charm.)
These were the new converts from the Saim-Hann Craftworld. They came with the strength of five clans to stop the Thirteenth Black Crusade, but were frightened by the grand chapter of Cadia that never stopped. Their magnificent warships and powerful warriors, which they were proud of, could not even fill the gap in such a battle.
The one who appeared before them in despair and gave them hope to revive the Eldar was the Death Messenger, the Daughter of Shadows, Yvraine. She brought new salvation to the Eldar, enough to resist the power of their eternal enemy, the Eldar Death! After seeing the real protection of the incarnation of the Death, most of them became a member of the new Death Army.
Now, they were halfway through the process of raising the dead - the third Crone Sword was within reach, wielded by a damned mortal woman.
How ridiculous! What's the point of hiding in a tin can? The will of the god of death is guiding them forward. With the help of the clown troupe and the old prophet, they will soon be able to use the flesh and blood of the vile monkey who dared to blaspheme the sacred objects of the elves to wash away the filth on the sword!
Just like in the 'glorious' history of the Eldar, two teams of the Harlequin Troupe jumped out of the shadows and started a battle without saying a word. The mysterious blades and the curtain made of single-molecule threads easily slaughtered the four Astartes guards standing in front of the gate, but that was all.
The arrogant and noble Eldar warriors ignored the shrill alarm, or they had never thought of the traditional infiltration operation, otherwise destroying the alarm should be a higher priority option than strangling the guards. After all, what they are best at is not speaking when they should, and not speaking human language when the corpses on the ground must speak.
The next moment, the crimson beams of light shot out from the corners of the palace complex and formed a more deadly rain of light, the roar of explosive weapons. The bloodthirsty light broke through the fog and crossed the distance of just a few hundred meters in an instant. The clown troupe of the Eldar was the fastest warrior, but no matter how fast a mortal creature was, it could not be faster than the beam.
Even if it was only a few hundredths of the speed of light, not just anybody could hit it. Especially since this wasn't the pure flashlight of IG's Big Head, but the explosive weapon specially provided by the Lerna Sentinel who hid in the dark and restrained all murderous intent, the former Primarch Guard of the Alpha Legion, the old Terran Golden Banner!
Among the war hammers, there were only a few ancient individual weapons that were powerful enough to penetrate an Iron Cavalry Terminator with one shot, leaving only a hole as big as a bowl. At this moment, the Harlequin Troupe, which had lost touch with the main force because they were running too fast, was facing a team of twenty Lerna Terminators.
No miracles happened - this wasn't a table, how could they roll the dice? After only half of the shooting phase, the seemingly solid psychic shield and the clown troupe that was trying their best to twist were left with only a few gorgeous and smooth weapons and a few pieces of cloth to prove that there had been any enemies in the ruins.
It was only at this moment that the howl of the banshee was finally heard. The battle was already unavoidable. How could the Death Champion 'Inad's Edge' Thousand Faces and the Regent Lady's little Tengu (bushi) tolerate his student being harmed in the slightest? The strange brilliance of the Silent Howl Sword Asuval formed the tip of the charging spear in the shining light.
If there is any glory in the world that can never be forgotten for a lifetime, then the Crone Sword, the five artifacts filled with the power of the god of death, must have a place. Naturally, Thousand Faces took most of the concentrated fire of the Lerna Terminator, and the attack always fell on this existence that simply had "I am valuable" on its face.
If the holographic stance could still deceive Astartes at this distance, it would be a bit too contemptuous. The sound of the wind passed by his ears, and the thousand gorgeous fur shoulder guards and the silk woven cloak were instantly pierced and ignited by the scorching explosion! It was a three-shot burst that should have burned him and the howling banshee behind him.
But since he still dared to charge forward after the clown had been killed, he must have something to rely on - the gray mist was isolating the flames from his soul and body, and the power of the god of death was giving him a protection beyond the mortal world through the sword of the old woman. Before the sharp blade of the substance cut him off, death would not befall the champion beloved by the god of death.
Even though he hasn't awakened yet, the Eldar Death God is still a god after all, and the Death Army who practice the Seventh Path are truly protected by the gods. They are the chosen ones who can face the licking of Slaanesh demons and keep their own souls.
If the Ark Eldar would choose to give up the battle because of the loss of personnel, then the Death Army did not care too much about death - the soul was still there and could be resurrected by someone. So, they chose to go all in. Under the leadership of the bishop, the Avengers raised the vicious star darts, and the war witches and the Death Messengers jointly summoned the power that could change the situation of the battle.
Behind them, Eldar jetbikes and vipers engraved with the serpentine emblem of Saim-Hann, and even a whole fleet of Wasp attack boats were entering the battlefield along with three tall Wraithlords. A simple theft was gradually turning into the first war of the main force of the Death Army.
So brave, the Death Army! The roar of the Star Dart heavy artillery and scattered lasers completely awakened the tens of thousands of Astartes Legions and hundreds of times more mortal auxiliary troops in the Monolith Fortress. The knight mechas slowly woke up in the hymns sung by the mechanical monks, and even faster than them were the patrol formations of the Imperial Navy.
Chapter 146 Alien? Kill!
Fortunately, no matter what happens next, those howling banshees from the Samhan Ark World who follow the ancient path are truly "fast as the wind, fierce as a snake". Under the cover of Qianmian, they only dropped six bodies and pulled the distance to the close combat stage where they are best.
At this time, not even half a minute had passed since the clown entered the stage.
The Howling Banshees are an Aspect Warrior of Khaine, symbolizing Khaine's ability to instill fear in his enemies. Banshees are an omen of misfortune in Eldar mythology, and this Aspect Warrior has chosen to draw inspiration from this terrifying creature. These lightly armored female warriors are fearsome close combatants with a touch of Slaanesh Daemon.
Their overly slender bodies were covered in bone-white light armor, and the green-yellow lines were a testament to the Samhan Ark World. The cool-colored full-cover armor under their leaping bodies formed a sharp contrast with the flaming hair on top of the helmet, which was the symbol of the tribe's warriors. That was the origin of the name Banshee, the Banshee Mask.
Traditionally, the helm bears the rune of the Howling Banshee on its forehead, a psychic amplifier that amplifies their signature scream. This scream causes devastating damage to the central nervous system, filling the enemy with a deadly fear. A full squad of Banshees will activate their visors simultaneously, paralyzing the enemy before the battle begins.
Just like this - a scream that was loud enough to make a Slaanesh demon climax on the spot burst out in an instant, and the mysterious psychic power was qualitatively improved in the overlapping layers. The Lerna Terminator team that had just replaced the explosives with storm shields fell into a catastrophic stiffness!
The thin disc of the Shuriken pistol hit the heavily armored Lerna Terminator with a crisp sound, which was full of humor. In the Warhammer universe, sacred close combat is still the key, and it just so happens that the Howling Banshees are the most ferocious executioners among the warriors of the Eldar tribe. The Eldar's special power sword and more advanced mirror blade are ancient and easy to use.
The bright arc of the scimitar pierced into the thick glowing shield of the Iron Cavalry Terminator. It was not an easy task to break three layers of shields with one blow. Only the truly outstanding Howling Banshees could use the force of the initial charge to use the thin blade to cut into the sticky stand and penetrate into the tough armor made of ceramic steel.
The relatively thin figure flew around the immortal snake scale fortress, the broken sword blades and broken armor pieces flew in the air, the splattered blood and even broken limbs became the main theme of the battlefield at the moment when the swords crossed. Then the next moment, Lerna, who had regained consciousness, broke this sad and beautiful bloody scene.
The powerful physique of the Superman Warriors and the absolute defensive ability of the Iron Cavalry Terminator allowed them to intercept this group of lightly armored ghosts before the Howling Banshees withdrew from the battlefield and started over. The wind and waves caused by the swinging power axes and the leaping arcs of electricity from the decomposition positions were like a real thunderstorm.
The bloody fight to the death between nearly a hundred terrifying warriors only took less than a second to enter the most anxious and intense situation. The power blades were swift but not lethal enough. The coordinated maneuvers of Lerna in groups of three or five showed the qualities that a Primarch's guard should have. The combination of storm shields and power axes completely tore apart the formation of this group of lightly armored assassins.
Except for one person, Thousand Faces was a storm, faster and more violent than all the Howling Banshees! Asuval, the Howling Sword, shredded the shield, armor, and flesh in a flash. He was the only warrior who ended the myth of the Iron Cavalry defense with one strike.
And now, he alone was enough to suppress the actions of four Lerna. His dexterous sword and violent combos, combined with the attribute of indestructibility, showed an overwhelming advantage. Every time he swung his sword and body, the blood and cut armor were cheering for him.
He looked around the battlefield with another trail of blood. The deaths of four Lerna were exchanged for twenty-six howling banshees who were either violently evaporated by the explosion or split in half by the flashing decomposition field on the power axe, but this was nothing.
They are the Chosen of Death - souls not protected by the Soul Stone will not disappear, and their death gives Ivrene power, and they use this to prove the dedication of the Death Army to their cause. The dead souls poured into her mortal vessel, and the overflowing psychic energy directly wiped out a Lerna squad fighting in the raging waves.
"I am certain that the Death Army is the last hope. As a member of Bie-Tan, I have fought for the revival of our race for countless years, but have never made any valuable progress. However, once we have the help of the Death Army, we can prevent the destruction of the Eldar."
Yes, yes, that's it. Use the power of the god of death to make those lowly monkeys who stole the position of the great Eldar perish forever, and even their souls will be completely torn apart! Qianmian was ecstatic, fascinated by his lover, the power of his god, and the revival of the Eldar that was just around the corner!
He could even sense a familiar aura; the Crone's Sword was approaching him at an extremely fast speed... approaching?
Just when he was still wondering if this was an illusion, his body had already reacted. It was an extremely inhuman evasive action. It was painful, but really fast! It was so fast that he, who was still confused, was able to avoid the spear that could have crushed him completely.
The last thing he saw was the purple star that lit up the sky. The next moment, the strong wind from the spear threw him away mercilessly, leaving him nowhere to catch the spear. In the chaotic changes in perspective, the only thing he could see clearly was the blood and flesh everywhere... They were everywhere. "No!"
The javelin pierced through the Avengers' scattered formation, and then accurately hit the War Witch Group and Ivrenee beside them. The shattered psychic barrier drew a beautiful curve in the air, and then the strong wind and smoke covered everything. Qianmian forced himself to suppress his worries about Ivrenee, and kept reminding himself of the unquestionable safety of the Death Messenger.
He held his breath, quietly waiting for the arrival of the absolutely powerful man he perceived. An old woman's sword was hanging openly on her waist, and a flat woman holding a strange war hammer was walking towards him, trampling on the howling banshees that had already covered the ground. Ha, I'm the only one left.
That was their goal. In theory, they could just kill the wild monkey, which was walking towards them without any hesitation, crossing the protection of Astartes. But he didn't dare to feel any joy at all. Damn prophet, this is what you said. The third Crone Sword in the world is controlled by a mortal woman? I control your mother!
"Barbarian - human, this is a misunderstanding. Give me your sword and we will leave." Qianmian tried his best to restrain his arrogance in his last effort, but it seemed to be of no use.
"Alien? Kill!"
Chapter 147 Enard
The prophecies of the Eldar have always been "accurate, but not completely accurate". Especially the prophecy of the old prophet, which gave the exact location of the third Crone Sword and the image of its holder without any error, but such half-accurate prophecies often lead to more serious consequences.
What is considered a mortal? In the human empire, generally speaking, non-Astartes are called mortals. In a broad sense, humans without godhood are considered mortals, so the Emperor of the 31st millennium is also considered a mortal. This is a very broad assessment space. This imprecise prophecy gave the arrogant Eldar who thought they were the spokespersons of God too much self-confidence and arrogance that they should not have.
I thought I was just catching a petty thief, but I didn't expect to stab Laos. Just like now, the Death Army thought they knew everything, and ended up diving into the bases of the Alpha Legion and the Dark Angels. But the Death Army didn't have the backing of the Wolf Warriors, and the base of the legion wasn't a small African country.
The mere death god is not enough to make the human army retreat. Even the minions and chosen ones of the four gods are killed without hesitation. What else is missing? Neither Saratoga nor Ryan would take the so-called false god of the alien race seriously. The Eldar death god Inad? I have never heard of it!
The broken corpses scattered all over the ground exuded a sweet and bloody smell, just like the memories in Commorra catching up with him, but Qianmian knew that those sweet fears were the corpses of his compatriots. The Eldar heroes who were willing to fight for the great resurrection of the god of death were now like fragile porcelain. They smashed to the ground and stabbed into his chest.
Appetite, joy and fear all mixed together in his mind, and Qianmian hesitated for a moment. During this pause, a taller figure passed directly behind him. It was his god appearing in the mortal world, not a lowly existence like the false emperor of the wild monkey. It was the real god, and the surging gray mist was the authority of death and the end!
"Ynnead is with us!" Evelyne's battle cry pierced the monotonous barrage of fire from the human warriors' explosive weapons. Thousands of faces looked back and saw the Avengers and War Wizards reorganizing their formations under the command of Si Zhan, and thousands of agile Eldar warriors rushing in from the hillside of the portal.
Dozens of jet motorcycles and vipers, led by a team of Wasp attack boats, were wantonly spraying dart barrages and laser fireworks from mid-air, toying with those lowly monkeys who should have forever been digging for food on the ground. At the end of the team, three tall Nether Lords were planning a more beautiful massacre.
From this perspective, the flat pink-haired woman who was slowly moving forward on the corpses of his compatriots and the dozen or so tin cans were just bugs in the process of the Grim Reaper's resurrection.
In order to show his strength and value in front of his beloved Evelyne, Qianmian chose Saratoga without hesitation. The Alpha at the farthest distance rushed forward. He was not stupid. Human art, politics, and character were all the worst. But only force could not be ignored by even the most arrogant Eldar.
Broken flesh and blood slowly dripped from the warhammer, or rather the large magic girl's staff. This is how a magic girl who fits the Warhammer style looks like. Saratoga, with her full body armor outlining the cold metal edges, raised her warhammer lightly, guarding against the "monster" in front of her that also fits the Warhammer style.
Very unique and ugly unilateral double horns - an oversized twisted horn protrudes from Inad's right forehead, and below it there is another slightly smaller curved horn. Combined with his face that looks like it was splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid and his indigo-colored exposed skin, he looks like a low-level Slaanesh demon.
Only the ominous gray mist quietly revealed that He was the incarnation of the sleeping Eldar god of death in the mortal world, and was definitely not a low-level Slaanesh demon who had no discipline even when filling in the lines.
"My name is Inad, powerful man. Kneel down, and I will grant you the glory of death - crush your soul painlessly." His words and expression were extremely sincere and natural. It was not a provocation, but he truly believed that this was the supreme grace bestowed by God to the thugs who slaughtered his people.
Saratoga didn't care about the enemy's words. A barking dog usually doesn't dare to bite. For a truly strong person, there is no need to shout. When the thought of killing the enemy comes into mind, there are only corpses left in front of him. If he can't even do this, then the so-called death sentence is just a joke.
War hammer... bah, the staff blocked the incoming emerald sword. The dagger in the hand of the incarnation of death was undoubtedly a broad blade for Saratoga. Theoretically, the posture she took to receive the attack was enough for her to weaken the huge impact to an acceptable level, but Saratoga surprisingly did not feel any effort - no need to relieve the force?
Was it an illusion, or did the so-called God of Death hold back? He took another step and used a clever inch of strength to defeat Inad's incarnation Saratoga in a short distance. He had an even more bizarre idea. Could this guy be just a show-off? It felt like he was not as good as the original god.
The continuous slashing of the emerald double blades was just so-so. Did he not even know how to fight after losing his special weapon? After roughly understanding this clown-like false god, Saratoga took the initiative to sidestep and dodge the spell called by the female Eldar wielding another old woman's sword.
Even if it hits, there won't be any problem, but intelligence that can easily turn the tide of the battle if used well cannot be easily leaked. The noble immunity to subspace interference of the Untouchables has such charm, and Commissar Kane has a say in this.
Saratoga dodged sideways, blocked the incoming sword, and kept some distance, deftly testing whether the incarnation of death was truly weak or just hiding his abilities, using weapons and even the heaviest shoulder armor to test the incarnation of death's true strength.
The two blades of the incarnation of the god of death were not physical entities, but more like an extension of his power, an indeterminate state of pure energy that ignored inertia. Its cutting ability was terrifying, and in addition to hitting the staff wrapped in the decomposition field, even her streamlined and gorgeous shoulder armor was marked with two twisted marks.
But no matter how powerful the illusion is, it is still an illusion. The flash of the sword when it cut into the armor and touched the anti-psychic energy aura that was compressed to the extreme allowed Saratoga to make a judgment!
The hammer hurled out in anger broke through the wind and waves, and the incarnation of death put away his sword and raised his hand at the same time! He stepped forward and tightened his waist, and all the strength of his body was twisted into a ball around his seemingly slender waist. All the foreshadowing of retreating was for this moment of sudden attack, which was a blow comparable to a naval gun and more powerful than the main weapon of the Titan!
That was a sling thrown at a giant, a myth that knocked down a giant! The tall god, the purple giant, was also going to fall at this moment - the war hammer, which was too fast and barely spinning, smashed the blade, as easily as shattering a piece of glass, and then the skin, bones, and the vast energy that constituted the incarnation of the god -
The god's body was spun high up, but what Saratoga saw was another emerald green sword, which was still firmly thrust towards Saratoga's uncovered face under this attack. The incarnation of death took this blow on purpose, he wanted to exchange his injury for his life.
Chapter 148: Death of the Grim Reaper
Should I use the inertia of the throw and the strength of my waist to deflect it by a fraction of a second and dodge it to the side or front? Or should I use the God-given steel plate of the end to make it ricochet directly?
No. The next moment, Saratoga took another step forward. He raised his hand, turned his fist into a knife, and chopped down fiercely!
Use flesh and blood to fight against steel?
No, that was not the steel blade wrapped in the decomposition field, it was a more deadly and terrifying psionic energy - and this was the flaw.
When the hand knife collided with the straight sharp blade, the scene should have been that the long sword cut through the flesh, severed the bones, and directly cut off the head, but... it was completely the opposite.
The emerald blade was smashed by the hand knife. No, it was shattered before it actually touched it. The moment the anti-psychic aura passed by, the movement of the incarnation of death was completely frozen for an instant, and the light of the whole body disappeared at the same time! Even if it returned to flickering again after a quarter of a second, that was enough.
The attack was too fast, and the incarnation of Death had no time to react. The almost zero-time Internet outage was also a disaster. By the time His will restarted his body's thinking, the emerald green sword blade had collapsed in front of him, and was replaced by a fist armor that reflected the dim light of the stars!
The attack that was not blocked at all revealed a breath of death that was even more intense than the gray mist on his body. If he hadn't reacted in time, this blow from the hand knife would have really been able to smash his head, along with the spine, ribs, and other flesh and blood meridians underneath, splitting him vertically in half.
However, gods are gods after all. After realizing that his incarnation had hit a huge wall, the real God of Death raised his energy in a higher dimension, covering his entire body in an attempt to block the attack.
He succeeded, and he failed.
The heavy, real power of the god of death was created without regard for the loss, and was forcibly inserted into the time flow before the hit. The laws of the world were shaken by the gods, and the dead who were already beyond salvation had the possibility of survival.
But why do we say he failed?
because……
Great! Power! Works! Miracles!
Gods pay a price for violating the rules, but violating the laws of physics is another price. If you block it, will it work? If you block it, you can't stop it.
The violent force was fully released at the moment of impact, and the actual aggregate of divine power emitted an illusory, piercing cry. Even louder was the roar of the battleship's engine, and the dazzling red light exploded on the steel wings behind the ship. It was the roar of the most magnificent creation of mankind that traversed the starry sea, the anger of the Queen of Glory!
"Damn it, start the engine, one hundred million horsepower of power, the Queen of Glory's fists and teeth blasted!" The illusory wailing that echoed in the ears of all the Death God's believers in several surrounding star regions was the last remnant of the barrier. With unstoppable force, the hot red gauntlets that were oppressed by friction were clenched into heavy fists and directly penetrated the body of the incarnation of the God!
It was a comic book moment. The incarnation of the god of death began to slowly disintegrate from the huge hole of nearly one meter in its lower abdomen, and the energy and impact that had condensed into substance tore through everything along the way, including the atmosphere, buildings, creatures, vehicles... The chaotic and orderly attack of the army of the god of death left only chaos and wailing.
Even if it only touched a corner of the marching direction, the collateral damage caused completely destroyed the entire formation of the Death God Army. Nearly half of the elite warriors returned to the Death God Army's final plan in an instant - becoming one of the materials for the Eldar to awaken the Death God. No matter how powerful the warriors were, they were useless in the face of the aftermath, just like garbage, and they survived only because of misfortune.
The flying motorcycles, Vipers, and Wasp attack boats that had been showing off their might were now burning in the new and old ruins on the ground. It was the almost complete annihilation of the floating forces that led to the total collapse of the front battlefield. Without the heavy firepower cover of the vehicles, the dull explosive salvos once again overwhelmed the swan song of the Star Darts.
The smoke and dust dissipated. The miserable appearance of the incarnation of death, which had lost more than one-third of its mass and had one arm cut off, and the terrifying human who was tearing flesh and blood like the most terrifying demon of Slaanesh, crushed the last fighting will of the Eldar warriors. Even the power of the mask was not enough to save this fear.
The Death Army fled.
The last boulder that crushed Evelyne was the bright meteor that flashed across the sky - the human navy was approaching this side, and once the final retreat route was blocked by the air force, it would be a direct severance of the Eldar's hope for revival, and a tragic defeat that would result in the loss of everything.
Qianmian knelt beside her at some point, praying that she would give the right order. Evelyne looked back for the last time. The figure in the south who was trying to completely strangle a god incarnation was her, who stopped the great progress of the Death God Army. "This is a tricky idea, retreat!"
Yuanjia was hasty, Fenglangjuxu won a hasty look to the north. However, considering the degree of vengeance of the elves and their average lifespan, it is likely that it is not as simple as forty-three years. Four hundred and thirty years? Four thousand three hundred years? Or it may be an eternal failure, and be remembered forever... as the person who killed the god of death.
