Chapter 1407: The Decay Offensive (Part 2)
Nukrian Rotis despises these pointed-eared aliens, not only physically, but also intellectually.
Because from a purely military perspective, the deployment of these Ada is really bad. They don’t know how to defend an area. Even if they deploy a large number of traps, they cannot fully utilize them. Maybe they all He is a qualified predator and killer, but he is by no means a qualified warrior, not even a qualified soldier.
They were too timid, too opportunistic, and too cautious. They had good fortifications but no courage to defend them.
Finally, Newcraan Rotis noticed two shapely figures dancing in the shadows at incredible speeds, the flash of black blades as another Plague Marine suddenly fell. caught his eye.
There was a gaping wound on the warrior's neck, thin but deep.
The witch spirit, Newcraan Lotis noticed, was tangled in disgust and disgust.
When the twisted beast struck for the third time, the Sickbringer stood his ground, stretching out his burning hands and spreading his fingers like a pitiful shield against the evil beast's bestial fury.
But as the jaws of these twisted beasts closed on his arm, a spasm of energy tore through space, radiating energy like a dying star.
Yellow teeth penetrated the Sickbringer's armor, but when they came into contact with his skin, they hissed and evaporated.
Like a powerful venom, the tremors caused by contact with the Diseasebringer quickly spread through the bodies of all surrounding beasts, turning them into a foul-smelling cloud of twisted energy.
In less than a second, the cloud lost its shape and all evidence of the twisted beast's existence disappeared from the physical realm.
Seeing all the deaths of Gomera, the surviving Dark Eldar howled in despair. They were already surrounded on all sides, entangled by swarms of Nurglings, hit by bubbling corrosive liquids, and even those who walked Corpse-like minions of the cultists also join the hunt, and for them it becomes a race for the carrion.
These rotting bodies holding rusty weapons, with desperate smiles on their faces and dull eyes, absorb the enemy's poisonous crystal firepower. They are excellent mobile sandbags and human shields for the Plague Marines. .
Nukrian Rotis also strode forward, wielding a demonic weapon 'Corpse Blade' that was said to be polished from the bone horns proliferated on the body of the Great Unclean One, but the two The witch spirits, who were hiding somewhere before, suddenly appeared beside him, their evil blades spinning with deadly grace.
The next moment, these Caine followers let out blood-curdling shouts and charged.
The Witch Spirit's knife is very fast, so fast that it is just an afterimage to the Plague Marine, but the moment the blade comes into contact, it is just harmless from the slippery armor of New Crean Lotis. pass by.
After a few rounds, the wizard spirits suddenly found that their limbs became as heavy as lead.
Nukrian Lotis let out a deep laugh, and the Nurgling on his shoulder held up the plague incense burner as if taking credit for it. It was the colorless and odorless deadly virus that made the wizards aware of it. I feel like I've been tricked.
“.The more beautiful it is, the more it is destroyed, and it is only in the decay that true beauty can be seen.”
The first knife cut off a wizard spirit in half, and the second knife cut another one in two from the top of his head. Newkrain Rotis swung the knife, inserted it into the ground, and then removed the Nurgling spirit from his head. He took the notebook in his hand.
"Today, I am bathed in the blood of Ada, and I am very happy."
In the command hall of the Ether Fortress, I looked at the holographic image of the constantly compressed and shrinking battle lines, and listened to the rumbling sound of artillery outside. With the sound of bombing, Jordan Simon desperately threw the record board with the casualty report on the table, and knocked down the half-full wine glass. The overflowing crimson liquid dyed the report red like blood.
"The enemy has broken through the third outer wall and will arrive here soon."
After muttering to himself, the Dracula of the conspiracy turned to look at The technician is still operating the instrument.
"There is no news from the Overlord yet."
"Sir, please report - wait! There is a sound!"
Jordan Simon's eyes lit up, as if the drowning man had seen it A piece of driftwood ran over at extremely fast speed, pushed aside the technician and picked up the communication tube.
"Hey! I am Jordan Simon! Please reply! Please reply!"
"Jordan Simon." "Yes! I am Jordan Simon!"
Although the voice coming from the other side was not Victor's, Jordan Simon recognized it as that of Dracula, another member of the conspiracy, which at least meant that they had reinforcements.
"What's the situation?"
The interference was serious and the voice was intermittent, but Jordan Simon still tried hard to convey his situation.
“The situation is very bad! The enemy has concentrated its main fleet to launch a surprise attack on us! This includes the Terminus! Now the enemy’s gang troops have invaded the fortress and breached the third outer wall! The casualties of the soldiers exceed 70%! Need immediate support! Need immediate support!”
For some reason, the end of the communicator fell into silence, with only some unknown rustling sound.
Jordan Simon’s heart suddenly fell to the bottom.
About ten seconds later, the other party's voice sounded again, but it was weaker than before.
"Reinforcements are already on the way."
"When will they arrive!"
"Soon."
"What does the overlord mean!?"
"What the overlord means is that if you hold on firmly, hold on firmly, there will be a way!"
" Hold on firmly."
Jordan Simon muttered these words, and then suddenly laughed nervously, and the laughter became louder and louder, causing the members of the conspiracy in the hall to look at him uneasily. .
"Hold on firmly. Hahaha!"
"The Overlord said, hello, hello? If you heard it, please answer!"
Boom——
A loud noise, the command hall It shook violently, and the gorgeous chandelier on the roof couldn't hold up anymore and hit the table hard, splashing a piece of debris.
Then, the originally closed door suddenly opened, and several conspiracy warriors screamed and fell into the hall, strangling their necks. Their armor and flesh were rotting and melting rapidly.
"The enemy is coming!"
With the sound of heavy and sticky footsteps, the decaying giant stepped into the hall with a bolt gun and began to shoot wildly inside, and the remaining members of the conspiracy immediately started to resist. , for a time the originally safe command hall turned into a chaotic battlefield.
The nightmares wielded knives to fight with the enemies, the wizards kept using sharp blades to create wounds on the enemies, and the whips of the lustful ones whipped the approaching demons. All Ada were fighting for survival.
Jordan Simon still just held the voice tube and laughed nervously.
With the last laugh, he suddenly pulled out the two scimitars from his waist and rushed towards the Plague Soldiers like crazy.
In the blink of an eye, he passed by the side of a warrior, his scimitar accurately slicing through the thin gap between the helmet and the neck guard, and then the opponent's head rolled to the ground together with the helmet.
(End of this chapter)