Chapter 318 "Keep your tongue in mind!"
When Talos and his brothers heard the howling banshee's first death song through their helmets, the consequences of the alien's invisible sonic attack The effect of the weapon appears faster than the actual weapon.
The prophet felt the smell of his own nosebleed in his mouth. He gritted his teeth and connected all the channels with the communication rosary.
"This is the 'Prophet', reporting your situation! All Claw commanders!"
"Second Claw and the fifth and sixth teams have cleared the rooms and corridors in the northwest corner The rest of us were okay, but Murilash lost both of his legs... Oh, let's see, he may not be able to save his hands, he rushed too far, and those pointed ears almost cut him into a human stick. …”
"The Fourth Fierce Claw was attacked by those Kalshiels in the middle! The howl penetrated the helmets and stunned many people... The firepower of the Seventh Team covered us, and they are making a tactical retreat towards the Twelve Corridors on the left while counting the losses."< br>
"The Sixth and Seventh Claws are fighting in the southeast corner! Damn it! Get away! You stupid dog of a pseudo-emperor! Don't be stupidly exposed to their shuriken guns...ah!!!"
The last scream showed that the pain was very fast and severe, but Talos called up the data and looked at Faltom's life signal. Well, it didn't become a straight line, so don't worry about it. He did, and now they had ample fallback cover to call the Apothecary.
Again, he heard that peculiar scream closer, but there was almost no movement from the ordinary Eldar soldiers. He tightened his grip on his weapon and began to walk at the pace his father had taught him.
Tonight, the desserts at the King of Night’s banquet have been finished, and the main course is about to be served.
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To be honest, those ordinary Eldar soldiers are not very difficult targets to deal with, even if they are so arrogantly calling humans inferior creatures and monkey aliens They themselves are still divided into cannon fodder and elites. Within the first sixty minutes of contact, the Astartes killed most of the relatively weak aliens, but the Howling Banshee had already taken the opportunity to sneak deeper.
Before the arrival of the elites of these warrior shrines, the battle here was almost one-sided - because the six claws of the Night Lord and the third company of the Origin Chapter cooperated on this special terrain battlefield... …wonderful at its best.
In fact, both the Night Lords and the Sons of Origin discovered this fact with great emotion to each other - those who were reluctant to do what the unclean betrayer told them to do just had to follow the steps You will be horrified to discover once that hard battle can actually be as smooth as a heated blade cutting through butter - the Night Lords are the blades, and the Children of Origin are the heaters - with the seemingly step-by-step coordinated firepower, those who The ferocious heretics swoop in and cut through the enemy lines as easily as a midnight blade slits the throat of the Eldar's strange armor.
Contrary to the ruby-red painted Astartes who become more frightened and doubtful of themselves as they fight, the Night Lords are getting better and better, enjoying such a rare hunting process - yes! When you cut into difficult enemies as a blade, you will have precise, calm, and absolutely solid fire cover around you. There will be no worries about unpredictable chaos and unplanned changes. You can retreat immediately when encountering danger. The feeling of entering and re-arming and reloading the defensive perimeter - so reassuring! So efficient, the sound of bullets, the whistling of weapons and the sound of broken armor falling to the ground are playing a harmonious and cruel symphony of life harvesting under the invisible command.
Even without the primarch's ingenious arrangements, the information Talos received from the communication rosary was enough for him to conclude that the Howling Banshee's death dance was trying to completely eliminate the brothers who wanted to protect him with no less than a hundred people. inference.
——If the original strength of the Night Lords, with only eighty-one men left, and the shabby equipment and lack of ammunition, were followed, then the reverberation of the Eighth Legion, he and most of his brothers would indeed be as good as him As told by the ghost in the nightmare of the High Heaven, die here, die in Thesa Guarsa, die in the tomb of this castle that should have died with the death of the primarch ten thousand years ago, a place suitable for the night. The resting place of children born in the middle of the night and killed in the dark, yes.
But (BUT).
Things can be different this time. Their father who returned personally promised him a different future, a future in which he could try to struggle.
And now, it’s not eighty-one versus two hundred and sixteen.
A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Talos Valcolan's mouth when he saw the supernatural heat mist appear in front of his eyes - it was one hundred and eighty versus two hundred and sixteen, and the "king" was not him anymore. .
It feels really good to be carried by someone at this moment, but the soul hunter will never tell anyone how he feels in his heart at this moment.
The veil of heat mist lifts as reality sighs.
She stepped out of the darkness.
The remaining members of the First Claw were sternly ordered to leave, but Talos knew they had not gone far.
The relic bolter fired at the tall, slender figure, but as expected, not a single bullet in the violent storm hit the target.
Talos' Terminator helmet and retinas feature an aiming processor and automatic crosshair, and his centuries-old fighting instincts allow him to shoot even faster. It was useless, she was too fast, she was like dancing on the blade, walking in the void, a void walker.
The Howling Banshee Phoenix Lord's long blade rushed towards a certain wall of the room before their eyes could see clearly - it was Markutian who was worried about Talos - -His breastplate was pierced by a blade as if it were made of paper. The heavy bombardier arched his back and spat out bright red blood and fragments of internal organs from his mouth - someone immediately dragged him away.
Talos rushed over and fired his melta gun continuously at the hateful Banshee King - it was equally dangerous to himself and the enemy at this distance, but he didn't care.
He had some success - at least a small hole opened in her helmet when she turned her head sideways. He saw the wet eyes in the opponent's slanted eyes with obvious Eldar characteristics pointing at the muzzle of the gun. of light.
"You." She pulled away, and the black flame three-edged blade in her hand repeled the Midnight Lords who wanted to come in like a storm, and almost cut two of them in half - this blade It whirled back into her hand, displaying supernatural and unexplainable power.
Her Gothic language carried a reluctant and arrogant pronunciation, "Hunter of souls, prophet of the Eighth Legion, you must die here, in order to no longer have a bloody night, in order to The continued existence of the Ark has been seen by the prophets of Ulthwe."
Taros responded by cursing and drawing his golden sword.
"In my preview, you are not like this now."
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Blood flowed from Talos’s body. His golden sword of Olum, his blade had been cut off by one of the strongest warriors of the Eldar. , he barely supported himself with the remaining sword, suffering from multiple tearing, penetrating and slashing injuries, as well as being burned by flames. One of his hearts has been pierced by the banshee's blade, and the other is working hard to maintain his last breath.
But he did not make it easy for his opponent. According to what he was told, he succeeded in causing great damage to the Phoenix Lord to a degree that was almost impossible for an Astartes: the Eldar female One of the demon's legs was slashed, and one hand was reduced to a stump by an overloaded melta gun - which also burned off a limb of Talos.
"It's all over. Talos." The Phoenix Lord howling the banshee limped over. Her voice almost sounded gentle. If you ignore the mocking meaning in it, "No need." Fear, all mortals are mortal. It is better for you to die here for Uthwe's life."
She placed her sharp blade on Talos's neck.
The soul hunter spat acidic spit on the ground. His vision turned black. He could no longer hold the hilt of the sword. His damaged armor made a crackling sound of electric arcs. The life support system had been destroyed by the black flames of the banshee. The last remaining The life was draining from him.
A mass of something so fast that the shape and color could barely be seen jumped out of the shadows. The tips of its claws viciously clawed into the Phoenix Lord's face armor and throat, and then tore her sturdy body downwards. The ancient artifact Silver Armor captured the Hand of Asuryan and the Phoenix Lord here forever in some kind of supernatural howling.
The eyes in every shrine of the Howling Banshee in the distant craft world began to shed tears of blood.
The sharp teeth are about to fall——
“Keep your tongue in mind!”
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(*Why did you stop me at the last minute?) There was obvious dissatisfaction and desire for harvest in Coz’s voice, (*Even if I eat it She won’t have much of a problem—the little girl from the Melvalion family has trimmed the surrounding sea of souls very well, and I can deal with the guys who come to her later in it alone)
" Because I need to keep her for use, it will be of great use.”
A suspicious tone and vigilant tone immediately occupied Midnight Ghost’s words, (*What? You don’t want to cause trouble behind my back. Some alien and heretical stuff, right? I'm warning you...)
"Of course not - where did you learn this sentence pattern? Don't imitate my mannerisms in chatting! -"
(*What is that? You'd better explain it to me.)
"There is a shortage of fresh water in Thesaguarsa, right."
(*What's wrong? You said To put it mildly, this place doesn’t even have underground water)
“Do you remember what happened when Jaan Zal first stepped onto the surface of this planet?”
< br>(*scoff, isn’t it just those dramatic appearances, mystical storms and lightning that the Eldar love to use...etc.?!)
"I think that with sufficient rain, our agricultural development plan can now begin to be implemented on time."
(End of Chapter)