Chapter 383 Psychic Attack
When the First Claw rushed out of the corridor, he saw only rows of cogitators, watch stations, omen arrays and engineering terminals surrounded by a ball of fire and smoke.
Fragments and broken materials flew out under the influence of the atmospheric breach, and new alarms rang throughout the bridge, competing with the screams caused by the air leaks.
Under the action of the early warning mechanism, the heavy explosion-proof wall began to seal, and the broken ceiling debris blocked the crack while the bridge atmosphere stabilized.
Iron shards and crystal shards fell like rain, the metal groaned slowly, and the bodies of the crew were everywhere on the ground.
"Brothers, attack and recapture the bridge."
When Talos's roar sounded, the Eldar were already prepared.
Although there are only a dozen of them, they all wear robes with ornaments full of stones and strange runes, which means that these alien creatures are psykers.
They react quickly, with psychic tricks surrounding them, making them move at a speed that seems to blur the edges of reality.
Boltgun fire responded to their assault, and the ruins of the bridge echoed with the roars of the Space Marines.
But none of them hit.
Taros looked away from his brothers as a wizard was already lunging at him with a long, elegant blade in hand.
He remembered this wizard as the one who beat him to pieces in the corridor. It was obvious that he had not left the cursed echo.
Talos tried to resist, but he was too slow.
The War Sword slashed across Talos' breastplate, almost slicing open his chest.
The Prophet swung his power sword back with its powerful, crackling blade.
But he failed to get close and hit.
The War Witch was no longer where he had been before, sliding with unnatural grace to the right of Talos, while another of his kind came in front of the Prophet, the blade screaming toward his Throat comes.
Once again, the precognition inherited from the Primarch saved Talos's life. He saw the enemy's attack in advance and deflected the blow with his weapon.
He tried to rush among the alien guards and grab hold of their robes, but it seemed to move smoothly in his hands.
In a few quick heartbeats, Talos realized he was surrounded.
The pause was just enough for Talos to breathe a sigh of relief.
Then they attacked——
The blades rained down at a speed faster than his eyes could follow. He felt one blade cut into his right shoulder armor, and another cut into his shoulder. The blow was on his left shin guard, and the third blow was on his left thigh.
His power armor screams and sparks, nearly crushed by the relentless onslaught.
Talos roared and swung, but the sword touched nothing.
The aliens leaped and lunged around him with a grace beyond his reach.
Eventually, one of the alien's weapons got blood on it.
A spear passed through Talos' left legguard from behind, piercing flesh and bone.
The prophet knelt down on one knee with a pop.
The pumped stimulants overcame the pain and the wound quickly numbed, even as he felt blood dripping into his boots.
He stopped.
There is a short pause before the aliens gather to launch the final blow.
Opportunities are fleeting.
Talos seized this opportunity.
"Come on!"
With a loud roar, Talos raised the power sword off the ground.
A war wizard had already pounced on his exposed head, and the sword blade turned into a silver phantom.
But in doing so, it finally allowed itself to get too close.
The Eldar's prevision failed.
The power sword struck before he could dodge, the energy releasing and echoing through the control center.
The alien disintegrated easily, its robes began to burn, and its body was blown away into a ball of flesh.
Talos poured all his strength into the swing of the power sword, causing it to smash to the side in a 360-degree arc, breaking the other six blades facing him.
The Eldar fell back, returning to a circle around him, their remains falling onto the twisted deck.
Taros gritted his teeth and stood up, holding the sword tightly with both hands.
At this time, a movement outside the encirclement attracted his attention. An alien curses the Echo's gun control console.
Crafted from a strange slippery material runes have been plugged into the launch ports and data of the main cogitator node, no doubt used to override the targeting systems of the Cursed Echoes.
The long fingers of the Eldar are working on the rune table, which is mainly used to control the laser array on the side of the battleship.
“Face me, witch!”
Talos roared, before a silhouette left the circle surrounding Markarian.
Her armor and robes are more embroidered than those of the surrounding aliens, and her helmet is engraved with intricate runes.
The Eldar war wizard wields a groaning psychic sword, its blade thirsting for blood.
The red eyepiece on the tall helmet of the War Witch stared into Talos's eyes, and then a contemptuous voice floated into his ears.
“The fallen monkey.”
Even with the helmet's visual shield activated, these words could still enter Talos' mind.
"Your presence will only put us in deep danger."
"Get out of my head, alien scum!"
Talos spat at the opponent. The war wizards surrounding him immediately raised their swords.
The air vibrated with suppressed psychic power.
"Useless resistance only leads to pain."
She raised her hand, the first and third fingers extended and pointed at him.
Pain suddenly erupted in Talos's skull, and the whole person staggered forward.
She was in his mind, he could feel her.
Her mind is at war with his own, as an alien invasion seeks to conquer and shatter his consciousness, and the very nature of his existence.
She was digging into the darkness of his memory.
Talos saw the lightless Nastrom—his home world, the home world of the Eighth Legion.
He saw it burning.
He saw nuclear flames engulfing it, burning cities, oceans, and devouring all life.
In the end, only barren rock and ashes remained, all because of the Primarch's command.
He took another step forward.
The wound on the back of the calf has solidified, but it still throbs.
He gritted his teeth, trying to focus, trying to keep the Eldar Witch out of his thoughts.
He saw Charr, his old friend and battle brother.
He saw Ciel lying on the ground, helpless and defeated.
He saw how Reuven had changed, how the filth had corroded his pale skin, stirring the color of warp pollution in his eyes.
Talos saw the bullet that had executed Reuven, shattering his skull.
Fired from his own bolt pistol.
Clenching his teeth, he took another step.
Ursus tried to save Talos, but he was already severely injured and rushed towards the Eldar wizard with his battle ax in hand.
"Blood Sacrifice——"
But several Eldar wizards around him exerted their strength at the same time, and lightning like a giant python sprang out of the air, easily passing through Ursus' power armor, and half a second later Hit his flesh.
Ursus roared loudly, and fell to the ground with sluggish limbs, until his flesh was scorched, and excessive lightning still penetrated his armor.
Taros could not see this scene.
He closed his eyes tightly, and his whole body tensed and trembled.
In his mind's eye, he saw another devastation, a Salgu LS being torn apart by cyclone torpedoes.
Once again, the destruction of a world passed through his hands.
(End of this chapter)