Chapter 1417 One move away
A huge door stands in front of the road. The door is not made of metal or wood, but is made of screaming souls. The faces of the souls are on the glowing surface of the door. Twisted and churned, their cries were full of sorrow and pain.
Innokenj's heart ached with sympathy. No matter how depraved the Comorans were, they were still the same kind.
The filmmakers raised the staff high and slammed it down with an earth-shattering thunderbolt. A void shock wave erupted from the soul beads on the top of the shining staff and struck the door like a sharp ax. Sweep away the roiling souls and silence their grinding cries.
Behind the breached door is a room shaped like a living thing, or rather like a hollow chest.
In the center of the room is a crystal twice the height of the Eldar, bound by heavy rusty iron chains. Green fire dances in the crystal. The light of the flames reflects on the walls, illuminating dozens of mysterious utensils. The implements were apparently used in corrupted Nurgle sorcery, but Innokenti neither knew nor cared about their use.
In the fire of the crystal, Innokenti could see the target of his warriors after making huge sacrifices - in the endless void, 7 leaping dark green energies were frantically hitting The Burning Webway Bulwark.
“Bless us it’s not too late.”
The filmmaker took a few steps forward and summoned a crackling ball of lightning to repel the death guards and demons that filled the room. .
Then he pressed his staff against the cold crystal and began to recite purification prayers.
However, he realized something wasn't quite right. .
"This core crystal has been desecrated by the foulest magic, and if we are to free it, these curses must be broken."
The rest of the troupe of psykers began to come up to assist him Channeling energy, Death's Fool and Mime entered a defensive stance to protect them - already more demons had emerged from above, scurrying through the fortress walls in search of intruders.
At the same time, the Plague Marines' explosive bombs were constantly shooting at this place, and they were running towards us with long strides.
“Then try to be as fast as possible!”
Entering combat mode, Innokenti's eyes flashed with icy blue, and the energy of the storm crackled around his weapons, before he stood firm and prepared to face the charge of the Plague Marines.
The howls of Nurgle's followers fought with the Harlequins, the air was filled with the roar of weapons shattering armor and flesh, and every shot from the Death Jesters filled the room with flashes of light. There was a bright rainbow light, while the mime's shuriken caused a shower of blood in mid-air.
"Xigaole cursed it! This witchcraft is too strong!"
Just as the filmmaker complained hoarsely, a cry came from the door behind him,
He risked a glance behind him and saw a mime lying on the floor, a giant in terrifying giant armor tearing out his throat and ruthlessly stabbing him into the abdomen with a knife, tearing him alive. This actor.
Then a squad of Blight Overlord Terminators poured into the room, ending with Typhons surrounded by a circle of black flies.
“Oops!”
Realizing that he ran out of time, the filmmaker smashed his staff directly against the surface of the crystal, releasing every ounce of energy in the soul orb.
The crystal began to tremble, spider web-like cracks extending from the surface.
Finally, with an explosion, the crystal was blown to pieces and fire swept through the room, scorching any body that came near with its vicious touch.
Only the filmmakers escaped in time and survived.
"The mission is accomplished, it's time to go."
As the filmmaker said, he turned around and shot the approaching Wither Overlord with a shuriken gun. He now had no strength left.
“Let’s take cover.”
To deal with the wither overlord with astonishing defense, only Death Jesters can do it, so they volunteered to take on the task of rearguard.
However, as soon as one of them raised his gun, a black figure rushed up and grabbed the powerful rifle with his strong arms.
"Death to the alien!"
Before Innocenti could save the jester of death, a stream of bright blood spurted out from the cut artery. Typhons was now covered in flies, wielding a huge war scythe, piercing deeply into the enemy's flesh.
The Death Jester screamed in agony before his body was torn apart.
"We will take revenge. Just wait and destroy the Lord of the Fly Nest."
With these harsh words, Innokenti led the troupe to quickly evacuate the place, and Typhons also threw down the ravaged body. , walked to the broken crystal——
After that, he picked up a fragment, looked at it carefully for a while, and then nodded.
“It seems that I caught up at the last moment”
On the other side, the situation of Newkrain Lotis is very bad.
The bad fog is still pouring into the hall, constantly floating on the ground and walls, and swift figures rush into the hall through the fog from time to time. Their mouths are wide open, as if they are eager to fight.
Plunder Master Siddi and his elite warriors also joined the battle, charging towards the hundreds of Plague Marines who were guarding the command hall.
"For Kane! For Commorragh! Kill them all! Those who advance will be rewarded! Those who retreat will surely die!"
Under the urging of Dracula, the Dark Eldar Attacking again and again with their beasts, they receded like the tide, only to charge again, and more and more Plague Marines fell to their swords. Newcraan Rotis continued to direct calmly, but the fog continued to increase.
The thicker the mist becomes, the more favorable the battlefield becomes to their Eldar enemies.
The evil messenger who had been fighting for a long time held up the three-ring rune on his staff, trying to inject the last god-given power into it, calling for his father's attention and mercy, and began to chant in a low roar - The fog of the dark night is against Psykers like him have the greatest influence.
Plunder Master Sidi felt the vibration in the etheric field, so he quickly avoided his original position.
I saw a large amount of green fog accompanied by buzzing insects spurting out from the staff of the evil messenger. Several cabal warriors were swallowed up in an instant. They let out a scream as their flesh was eaten. A piercing scream.
"Get rid of it! Get rid of that wizard bastard! Here's the Jester of Death!"
The Plunder Master cursed under his breath, and his curse was answered.
A videographer jumped into the air, twirled the short stick in his hand, and then threw out a stream of colorful rainbow light, which instantly knocked down the long staff of the plague wizard. Then two rays of purple light shot out from the fog, instantly knocking off the plague wizard's staff. The body vaporizes.
"Good, good! Well done! Kill all these rotten bastards!!"
The Plunder Master nodded with satisfaction, laughed and ordered his troops to attack with all their strength.
And he himself set his sights on New Crean Rotis, a plague lord. The other party's soul would be a precious reward, and he would never miss it.
But at this moment, a piece of bad news came.
"Sir! The enemy fleet rushed out of the gap in the network!!!"
"What!"
Sidi was shocked at the time, and he quickly summoned his subordinates to take out the video crystal ball , and sure enough, I saw a huge fleet approaching slowly at the edge of the dark webway, headed by a ferocious giant ship -
Glory Queen Class, Endurance!
Faced with the sudden fleet support, Plunder Master Sidi was caught in a dilemma.
After thinking hard for a moment, he finally made a decision.
“Withdraw!”
(End of this chapter)