Chapter 1416: Blindfold
“Retreat!! Give up this place first!”
Nukreon Lotis cursed, pulled out the short serrated spear, and took it Throw it back into the enemy's face.
The 'Zero Zero' team began to retreat to the passage behind them. New Crean Rotis was the last to leave. He pressed the detonation button in his hand.
The next second, the Eldar in the hall heard a terrifying clicking sound coming from above their heads, and then the ceiling exploded. Stones as big as a human head fell from the roof like raindrops, hitting those below who could not dodge. It was smashed into a puddle of mud.
At the same time, boiling corrosive gas spurted out, burning flesh and bones. The screams of the living and the smell of rotting flesh spread throughout the hall, and chaos spread in the passages.
On the other side, the situation of Typhons is also not good.
“Praise the loving father!”
The Lord of the Destruction Fly Nest picked up the scythe and wantonly killed the Eldar who dared to step into the command hall.
But soon, he discovered that the main target of the invaders was not here, which meant that they actually discovered the real plan of the Fourteenth Legion-opening the road to Comoros was a cover. What they really want to open is a network gap that can accommodate the passage of the entire Fourteenth Legion fleet.
And this all depends on a powerful witchcraft he deployed in the energy core of the fortress. Judging from the enemy's movements, they are obviously heading towards that.
Typhons knew that he had to get to the core crystal of the fortress as soon as possible.
In the fierce melee, his scythe was stained red with the blood of Ada, and the Lord of the Destruction Fly Nest roared to sing Nurgle, inspiring the surrounding warriors to fight for their loving father.
The Blight Overlord Terminators gathered around him, forming a small but formidable band, and together they exacted brutal revenge on the invading Eldar.
However, new cracks opened in the parapet, and the night fog continued to pour in, rolling around the ankles of the Plague Marines, making constant hissing sounds.
The prospects are indeed not optimistic.
At the current rate, not only the main structure of the fortress will soon be submerged in this damn fog, but the energy crystal itself will also be submerged - which means that the sorcery to crack the defense mechanism of the Webway may be submerged. destroy.
If such a disaster occurs, then they will be forced to separate from the main force, and even if they are not completely annihilated, they will lose this bridgehead.
The goal of the Eldar is obviously this.
At the same time, as the fortress was further invaded, more beasts raised by the Dark Eldar were also put into the fortress. The Claw Demon and Ugur sniffed the alluring smell of blood in the air, and fell into The chaotic fortress is tearing apart rotten prey, while the Harlequin hides in the shadows and continuously releases rains of bullets that tear apart flesh.
Typhons quickly noticed the retreating team of 'Zero'. They broke through the Eldar's lines, leaving behind dozens of mutilated corpses.
"Nukrian Rotis! You hold here, I will lead people to defend the energy crystal!"
"Understood!"
There is no more for the two of them. words, because they both knew what their responsibilities were to each other.
The filmmakers from the Frost Star Troupe summoned a storm, guided the energy across their bodies, and released it into the swarm of Nurglings. Half a dozen Nurglings were shattered into ectoplasm by this power. Mist. The filmmakers then turned around and provided cover for troupe leader Innokenti.
“The show is not over yet, our work is not yet done!”
Although surrounded by surging Nurgle demons and corrupted mortals, Innokenti did not flinch for a moment. Raising his hand, he turned around and struck hard, slamming the performing rainbow sword into the face of a terrifying creature with insect limbs, knocking the screaming monster away.
But there were still increasingly louder moans and the sound of chains being dragged around.
“The passage will be opened soon.”
The mime master came over with a blood-stained scimitar. He was pressing the wound on his neck with one hand. Blood bubbles gushed out from his fingertips, but the amount of bleeding was not large. Although the wound was deep, it was not fatal. The one who inflicted this wound was a leader of Nurgle's warband, now reduced to a harmless puddle of rotten flesh.
The Master of Mime, also known as Ahistar, is the leader of the mime actors. He also advises the higher-level incarnations on matters of espionage, politics, war, and art. He is a senior staff member in the troupe. Role.
"Now the servants of the God of Corruption must know what we are looking for."
Innokenj has a strong soul, fearlessness and humor - everything that Harlequin Troupe is about Traits.
He glanced at the actors around him, and then said in an elegant accent:
"It doesn't matter, because Ada will be great again, and Isa will shed tears for the warriors under the starlight of Winter Rhett."
Although Innokenti's words were simple, they boosted the morale of the clowns around him. Take heart, for they know they are fighting for the rise of the late race of the Ada.
Unlike most Harlequin troupes who act according to unpredictable prophecies and fragmented hints from the Laughing God, the Frost Star Troupe has had a very clear program of action from the beginning - to save the life-lady Isa, and to This revives the entire Eldar pantheon.
It is said that this concept originated from the fact that one of the founders of the troupe is the daughter of the last Isa, but no one can confirm this statement. However, although the goal is more special than other troupes, Frost Star still believes in the Laughing God. , but they believe that the Laughing God cannot rebuild the Pantheon, and only the goddess Isha can do it.
In fact, in terms of goals, there is nothing wrong with their direction. However, when it comes to the execution stage, their behavior will appear a little weird - in human terms, it is quite disgusting.
The Frost Star Troupe only cares about the eventual revival of the Eldar. They regard all other species in the galaxy as useless pests, and the cruel mischief that follows has caused the Imperium of Man, the Tau Empire, and countless smaller xenos empires to suffer. Endless disasters.
Those armies who often trust these colorfully clad Eldar warriors to be their allies will discover more than once that the enemies of their enemies are never meant to be their friends. Over the millennia, the actors of this troupe have They overloaded the reactors of the hive world, caused the huge space battleship to fall into the abyss of subspace without protection, and turned the originally promising victory into a loss for both sides - these are the virgins of the troupe standing on the eastern edge of the galaxy. The world's frozen star troupe, a joke of death sent in the name of the Laughing God Cilego.
After a bitter battle, the clowns gathered around the troupe leader, each dripping with blood and exhausted, but full of confidence in their goal.
To get here, I have made too many sacrifices.
“Follow me, we are very close.”
The procession continued, and they entered a vaulted chamber whose walls were lined with rows of narrow, spiked cages, each carved with symbols of Chaos in which the howling Eldar souls were trapped. In it, they banged furiously against their restraints, but to no avail.
The floor of the room was full of holes, and more screams of pain came from the holes - it seemed that only depravity full of torture and cruelty remained here.
(End of this chapter)