Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

On the one hundred and seventy-fourth hour since the war began, Morgan felt a little tired, a little tired at the soul level.

She was injured, and there were already a few undetectable cracks on the tips and nails of her fingers, as if they were struck by rocks on the mountains.

If she paid full attention and felt it carefully, she could feel an itching and slight pain like a mosquito bite lingering on her fingertips.

This even made Morgan feel a clear sense of anger and shame.

Tens of thousands of Randan wizards came one after another in the previous bloody days. Both their souls and their spirits became extremely dangerous and dangerous under the dual influence of abnormal fanaticism and violent energy. Irritable and unstable, when they cut open his blood vessels and throat, and let the last gasps gather into some kind of ominous cloud, even Morgan would feel some kind of threat and fear.

Such injuries came from Ran Dan's fifteenth attack. She remembered clearly that the alien wizards would learn more bloody lessons every time. By the time the fifteenth attack came, they had developed into a kind of A real threat, a desperate act of extreme rigor, extreme fanaticism and extreme courage.

There are as many as ten individuals as powerful as Ahriman: at this point in time, the son of Magnus, who is keen on drinking and brewing wine, is far from that powerful. He has just become one of the Thousand Sons Legion. The company commander who is the most junior among them has initially occupied a place among the psykers in the galaxy.

But despite this, the power gathered by the ten Ahrimans cannot be underestimated by anyone in the galaxy. They were fully prepared before entering this galaxy. When Morgan noticed When the force was slightly tilted due to another large-scale attack by the Ran Dan fleet, the powerful souls of the ten daredevils turned into a sharp arrow that could not return, piercing countless stars in an instant.

This sharp arrow cut through the turbulent sea of ​​souls due to countless massacres and deaths at the fastest speed. With the cover of millions of wailing souls, it successfully escaped the Spider Queen's surprise. , leaving scars on her soul.

Shock, doubt and anger occupied Morgan's next breath, and the alien wizard seized this golden opportunity: countless prepared spells and soul killings were thrown into the bloody battlefield on the front line at this moment. , tens of thousands of mortal soldiers fell in pain, countless captains and sailors stopped breathing and holding on, and slept forever in the cold steel.

A breakthrough was made on the front line, an unimaginable huge breakthrough. Hundreds of warships of the Human Empire were affected and affected. After Zhuang Sen once again commanded them to stabilize the front line, the void power in his hands had shrunk by about one-fifth. , even losing less than half of the air superiority over the fortress community.

At this second, the original gene heard a sharp roar, a scream that obviously came from his blood relatives.

Zhuang Sen raised his eyebrows.

She had rarely been so angry.

With countless alien souls burning in pain, the angry cry of the Spider Queen was like Mortarion's scythe, sliding through every dark corner of the galaxy over and over again, almost losing his mind. With one blow, all Morgan could barely remember and control was to avoid all humans.

Once, twice, three times...

Blood is everywhere and mourning is everywhere.

It wasn't until the Soul Drinker's rare anger quickly dissipated in her usual rationality and calmness that this brief storm subsided amid countless deaths: strangulation over and over again wiped out even the entire galaxy. For all the wizards near the gap in the subspace, the flames of the stars spurted out in the Queen's wrath, swallowing up the unfortunate Randan battleship. A storm suddenly rose, raging at the intersection of the two worlds, and the roaring invisible dragon swallowed up the two outermost parts of the galaxy. The world and the vast expanses of starry sky near them allowed hundreds of millions of alien legions who were about to enter the battlefield to waste their profane lives in suffocation and panic.

The horrific atrocities dealt a near-fatal blow to this unfortunate galaxy. The fragile balance originally maintained between the real universe and the vast abyss was finally completely broken by Morgan's anger, and the invisible wave and eternal darkness began to form. The other end of the galaxy appears, swallowing up these worlds waiting for death bit by bit.

The balance has been broken, and the most sensitive psychics can even hear intermittent whispers playing in their ears, and can also feel the unprecedented surge and anger of the power from the soul and will.

With the final curtain already crumbling, Morgan finally determined the exact location of her target.

She first touched her wounds. Although the cost of these minor wounds was the living lives and wailing souls of countless Randan wizards, the Spider Queen still felt a kind of anger.

For the past ten years, she has ravaged the lives of these aliens with an almost violent attitude. Except for a few times, all the "hardship" and "exhaustion" on the battlefield are just illusions that cover her brothers' senses. .

But now, when she was really hurt: even a wound that the most fragile mortal wouldn't care about was enough to make her feel provocative and offensive.

These alien bastards, the lowest and most pathetic garbage, what qualifications do they have...

A desire for revenge ignited in her chest, calling for her own value in her rationality and rigor. Morgan left a space for thinking. While fulfilling her responsibilities, she began to calculate The number of souls remaining in the cage began to observe the weakest point of the curtain, and began to deduce the best time for his prey to be captured.

At the same time, Ran Dan's fleet was still advancing, eroding the territory in the void bit by bit amid countless blood and tears.

From the beginning to the end, these aliens never stopped. No matter what the price they paid for each advance, there was always a stronger motivation to encourage every Ran Dan soldier to rush towards the empire's defense line.

Ran Dan's army was like a hungry swarm of locusts, overwhelming and never-ending. The countless deaths and blood did not stop their increasingly crazy invasion at all. This even made many soldiers of the empire feel a kind of heartfelt sigh and sadness. Admiration: Before this, they had only seen such determination and tenacious fighting will in armies loyal to the Lord of Mankind.

For a long time, the noble warriors from Terra have believed that only loyalty and belief are the biggest reasons why they continue to win wars and conquests. Now, apparently, on the other side of the vast and bloody star map, there are people with Like-minded opponents.

On the seventh day of this war, the losses had already occurred, and they were already out of control: even with the almost miraculous assistance from his own blood relatives, the King of Knights of Caliban Still unable to create a miracle under the pressure of such a huge number, in fact, every second this thin front can hold out is enough for the most picky warriors to begin to worship the Primarch of the First Legion.

After days of sleepless fighting and cleaning, the Dark Angels fleet was finally overwhelmed by the endless stream of Randan War Engine Group. The once sophisticated and ruthless firepower network was used by the alien vanguard in a nearly suicidal offensive. With continuous breakthroughs, the original battle lines and the mutual destruction of various strange firepowers have also been transformed into the most brutal, primitive, but unexpectedly effective method of naval warfare:

Jump gang.

Countless torpedoes and teleportation lights began to emerge in the void. Those orbital fortresses that could not move at will were the first targets to fall in close combat. Blood soaked every inch of steel and every room until the invaders and defenders were separated. All of them fell down.

The best Ran Dan Overlord and the most trusted Dark Angel fought to the death in the dark corridors and broken lights. Their lives and blood continued to flow away in the fight with each other until they all disappeared deep into the fortress. In the silent eternal darkness.

And when the sharp blade of one of them successfully cuts off the opponent's head with the blessing of martial arts, agility and luck, the minds of these calmest warriors will only be completely occupied by one thought.

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Next!

The flying ax roared, cutting through the icy air with wind, and easily split open the helmet and face of the first opponent.

The Shadow Champion stepped forward and hit the first Randan soldier's breastplate with his shoulder and elbow. With the help of the special armor, he heard the sound of armor, bones and internal organs shattering together.

He strangled the alien's arm that was holding the gun tightly with one hand, pushed its tall and gradually cold body, broke through the crumbling walls and iron gates, and came to the narrow courtyard outside, where the second oncoming person The opponent was stunned for a moment in front of this scene before hastily pressing the trigger.

The sound of gunfire led to more offensives. It was not until more than a dozen gunshots completely smashed the dead Randan soldiers into sieves that his companions looked at the nothing behind the broken body and wrinkled in confusion. frowned.

Sixteen Ran Dan's soldiers crowded into the courtyard. They stayed in anxiety and shirk for a few seconds before they separated into a small group and slowly stepped over the riddled corpses of their companions. , walking into the shadow of the dilapidated building.

And the moment the boots hit the ground, a subtle sound sounded, and the alien soldiers turned around one after another, only to see their companion standing at the back swaying and falling among the gray sand. It was not bleeding. , there is only a tiny scar on the back of the neck that no one can see.

Panic spread in an instant, because the deceased was standing in the most open place, with only the shadows of a few companions around it. The alien soldiers looked at each other in incredible emotions, and before they could spit out their questions, When they came out, the sound of another heavy object falling to the ground hit their ears.

This time it was a vanguard who had entered the building dozens of meters away, an entire squad away from the previous one.

At this moment, fear completely exploded in every alien's heart.

Countless roars, anger, panic and mutual doubts filled the air in an instant. The survivors waved their guns and blades. Their eyes were either suspicious of their companions, or they were panicking. Searching everywhere, even the slightest sound of wind made these two-meter-tall brutal warriors tremble inadvertently.

A shadow seemed to stand on the wall of the ruined building, and it seemed that the light of sharp claws could be seen from its end.

Above their heads, in the gray sky, an extremely sharp silhouette seemed to flash past, piercing the air and dust.

From the shadow on the left, there seemed to be the sound of countless wings flapping the air, and in the darkness on the right, a pair of scarlet eyes belonging to a raptor seemed to flash.

Panic, doubt, anxiety, random firing and roaring at each other: the aliens are constantly falling, and almost every alternate breath takes away a life. The fall of each companion makes the remaining rationality be driven to madness. The heavy hammer smashed it into pieces.

"retreat!"

Someone was roaring loudly. It was the closest to the exit shining with countless lights. It seemed to want to turn around, but the moment its muzzle changed, an invisible wind penetrated its forehead, body and armor. It fell heavily, raising countless dust.

"No! Come to me, we must unite!"

At the same moment when the killing broke out, there were also people who were constantly pulling their comrades around, eager to form a group that could support each other, but such efforts were destined to come to an abrupt end: its mouth was really long. It was so big that when a ray of light pierced its teeth and tongue, a large amount of smelly blood sprayed on the friendly forces on the opposite side.

Blood, death, panic, and more despair spread in the courtyard, spreading over the heads and hearts of every Ran Dan soldier in just a few breaths: even the sniper who had been observing this place could only It kept swallowing its own saliva, and its detectors were almost working at overclocking: because an incredible figure was swimming in front of it at an unimaginable speed, harvesting its comrades one after another, but even It's eyes were so wide open that it couldn't see even a trace of the perpetrator.

Finally, it pulled the trigger and chose a direction with its sniper instinct.

The specially-made bullet was enough to penetrate the wall and Ran Dan's armor. It kept making piercing sounds in the wind, torturing everyone's ears and nerves, until its journey was blocked in less than a second.

The giant hand protected by the black armor grabbed this special little cutie. When everyone was stagnant for this moment, the shadow champion grabbed the bullet and completed his turn in mid-air. His giant The palm surged with speed and power, and suddenly struck the side helmet of the enemy behind him.

The bullet was still sharp, and it mercilessly pierced the alien's protection, mincing all the brain organs one by one, until the alien fell limply under the bullets fired by friendly forces.

The sniper took a deep breath. It finally saw its opponent, but it was powerless: the last Ran Dan soldier was killed just now.

run!

It suddenly thought of this, and its body had already acted before that. It held its sniper rifle, jumped up, turned around, and stepped out.

Then it slammed into the armor of the Astartes warrior.

There stood the Shadow Champion, standing behind it, looking like he had been waiting for a while.

It still wanted to breathe, but just before the cold and foul-smelling air touched its throat, it saw a ray of light.

A light it couldn't see clearly.

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The last opponent fell.

This is the eighteenth.

The shadow champion raised his head and recalled the time: it took him a total of forty-two breaths, which was still qualified.

He thought this, and then turned his ears to listen to the sounds outside the fortress: Those aliens deployed outside the fortress obviously did not know what happened to their comrades. They were still sniping at Hector's team as much as possible, but every time The sound of gunshots became increasingly sparse.

After a few more rounds, there was only the lonely gunfire of the Astartes warriors.

The shadow champion lowered his head. He looked at the opponent who had been completely dealt with by him, possessed himself and picked up some things he thought were interesting, and then disappeared once again to join his temporary teammates.

Infiltrated, successful.