Chapter 1408 Plague Scholar
The addition of Dracula allowed the Dark Eldar to organize a last desperate counterattack. The Nightmares formed a vanguard around their employer, piercing the ranks of the Plague Soldiers like a blade, conspiracy. The regiment warriors followed closely behind, adding weight to the nightmares' precise attacks, while the wizard spirits kept wandering on the flanks, waiting for opportunities to sneak attack on lone enemies and quickly harvest the walking dead cultists.
"Try your best! If you can kill one, you'll be the one!"
When a Plague Marine aimed his gun at him, Jordan Simon took a step to the left, followed by an incandescent streak. A stream of flames surged out from the small pulse cannon on his shoulder, vaporizing half of the Plague Marine's body, and Dracula's scimitar also swept off the enemy's head in the slash.
At this time, the warning sirens have stopped, which means that almost all areas of the fortress have fallen.
Passing through the whirlpool of sword blades and dense bullets, Jordan Simon wanted to close the hall, but saw a scene that made him despair.
A group of huge monsters wearing filthy green armor have squeezed away their servants. The scythes and flails in their hands are trembling in the buzzing, and their joints are crackling with every step.
The Withered Overlord Terminator of the Fourteenth Legion appeared.
"Fight! Till death!"
After cutting down several Nurglings surrounding him, Jordan Simon selected his prey.
A Plague Warrior intersecting with the Witch Spirit's sword attracted his attention. This warrior's magic machete was against the Witch Spirit's double daggers, and his face was a strange porous copper ball, and there were Two Nurglings stood shouting and cheering.
Although the Wuling's attack became more and more fierce, the smooth armor withstood the attack, and sparks of energy flew from the blade when the weapons collided.
When the guy who seemed to be the lord took out a pistol and pointed it at the wizard's face, she tried her best to avoid it, but she met the tip of the knife.
The next second, her face was torn in half, Wu Ling fell to the ground, and her once beautiful face turned into a blur of flesh and blood.
"Death is coming for you, lackey of the corrupt god! Stinky shit of Chaos!"
Jordan Simon roared and attacked the Plague Lord, trying to knock him down before he could recover from the duel with the Witchling.
However, before he could roar, the Plague Lord had already seen Dracula coming and pounced on him with the same determination.
What surprised Jordan Simon was that although the opponent looked so bulky, he was actually extremely fast. The long knife was even faster than him, and he stabbed directly at his head.
Dracula stepped back, raised his swords to resist the attack, then spun around and kicked the attacking Plague Lord in the stomach, but almost slipped - the opponent's armor looked funny like it was wiped. There was a layer of oil, so he stabbed sharply with a long knife.
His enemy flashed his weapon to his chest to block the blow, letting the gleaming tip of Dracula's knife graze his shoulder with a scream.
The two men then separated and began circling each other, feinting and jabbing with their weapons.
During this process, the Nurglings on the shoulders of the Plague Eldar kept making noises and waving the incense burners in their hands, but Jordan Simon was not an inexperienced warrior. He knew very well about a plague. What means does the lord have, so his armor has long been adjusted to a completely closed state - the quality of this ancient armor itself also makes it immune to most corrosion.
After a brief confrontation, the two launched another round of attack.
Jordan Simon used his speed advantage to dodge every attack from the opponent, and turned to the other side while dodging every attack. The double knives in his hands rotated like the wind, using cutting instead of cutting. The method creates cracks in the opponent's body.
But his chance for a quick kill passed, and Jordan Simon's frustration grew as the battle quickly deteriorated around him.
He is waiting for the opportunity to kill the enemy by beheading, because he knows that for such a senior Nurgle believer, there is almost no so-called fatal weakness in the body, and the only way to ensure killing is beheading. But the other party was also an experienced warrior and did not give him any chance.
Eventually, Jordan Simon's patience began to wear thin and he risked a hasty charge just to seize a fleeting opportunity.
However, a Nurgling sprang out of nowhere and suddenly hugged his thigh. The Plague Lord took the opportunity to launch a series of rapid blows to his head and throat, forcing Jordan Simon to Use the sharp blade to block the rotten blade, and the two forces grind sparks on the metal.
At that moment, Jordan Simon saw the enemy's right shoulder tilted, so he ignored the restraints on his legs, straightened his body and slashed across the right hand with the knife to deliver a fatal blow, trying to cut off the enemy. Warrior's neck.
"What-"
After a moment, his surprise turned into fear, because the opponent's knife had already pierced his lower abdomen first, and the torn armor fragments flew to the floor.
There is no doubt that this is a flaw and trap deliberately exposed.
Jordan Simon hissed in pain and staggered to the side, only to be hit by a backward sweep on the side of his helmet.
Part of his armor was torn, and the eyepiece on the left side was shattered. He fell down clutching his stomach, and the blade slipped from his numb hands.
Dracula, who fell to the ground, gasped for air and looked up at the looming enemy, filled with fear in his heart.
The opponent seemed to have raised his knife, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Jordan Simon instinctively raised a hand in self-defense.
But the other party did not deliver the final blow, but walked away from him.
The edges of Jordan Simon's vision were dyed red, and when the environment became darker and darker, he lay helpless among the dead bodies everywhere.
Due to the invasion of the virus, his consciousness was wandering between sobriety and trance, and he could only vaguely see everything that was happening - the fighting around him disappeared, and the resistance finally fell to the ruthless crushing of the Withering Overlord Terminator. The bottom was crushed.
Suddenly, a figure appeared on his left side, with a huge syringe in his left hand.
When the shadow approached Jordan Simon, the feeling of fear returned again. Dracula saw the three scarlet round eyepieces on the opponent's helmet, as well as a large number of bottles and cans hanging on his body. .
This character reminded him subconsciously of the Haemonculus, so he turned to the dagger on his waist - the only thing he could do now was to commit suicide.
But the other party seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly stretched out his hand and twisted his arm, making him roar in pain, and then the syringe slowly approached his body——
"Ada, You will be an excellent petri dish.”
The next moment, before Jordan Simon could scream, he fell into a double hell of fire and ice.
After the injection, the virus refiner put away his arm and watched coldly through the helmet lens as the result of his work was twitching on the ground. The Dracula of the conspiracy was being quickly swallowed from the inside. He It convulsed and shook, then spurted blood from every armor joint and vomited inside the helmet.
Standing not far away, Newkeran Lotis could even hear the hissing sound of the eaten meat under his armor. Although this was the prey he had knocked down, he didn't care about being eaten. Being used by others, the nihilistic sense of honor has long gone with the long battle, and now he only pursues loyalty and research.
About two minutes later, the shaking stopped, and the body of the Dark Eldar turned into a swollen mass of bacteria. The virus refiner carefully peeled off some mycelium from it, and conducted a simple analysis on the spot.
(End of this chapter)