Chapter 1480 The Battle for the King (3)
“Soshyan, if this continues, we will all have to deal with it here.”
Taros punched the head of an Eldar with one punch. , and then retreated to Soshyan, with their backs to each other. At this time, one of the prophet's arms was dripping with blood, and there were multiple wounds on his neck and abdomen.
Soshyan could smell the blood on his friend's body, and he was also worried that Talos might not be able to hold on.
"Talos, how about you and Khayon first——"
Before he could finish his words, the situation inside the temple suddenly changed. The flame waterfall created by the lava instantly turned into as dark and deep as an abyss, and the shadow instantly swallowed up the entire bloody battlefield.
Soshiyang looked up and saw lightning crackling at the breach in the temple, and then lightning flashed across the dome.
The next second, black figures rushed into the battlefield. Their armors were like gorgeous obsidian statues. They all wore screaming masks and held sharp blades, spears and boomerangs, symbolizing the ark. The pale green ribbons of the world fluttered around their bodies.
As soon as they landed, these vigorous figures rushed left and right in the Dark Eldar army formation, waving huge weapons that were not consistent with their size - as if these weapons had no weight at all, every time A single swing can take away the lives of several Cabal warriors.
"It's those...howling banshees."
Talos immediately recognized the identities of these female warriors, and a stern smile flashed at the corner of Soshyan's mouth under his helmet. It seemed that their luck was not so bad today.
Among all the female warriors, the most majestic and dazzling one was also the last one to appear——
An elegant and gorgeous figure slowly stepped over the scattered corpses and stumps, like a Stroll on the luxurious dance floor.
She is tall, wearing elegantly designed spirit bone armor engraved with ancient charms. She holds a spear in her left hand, the tip of the spear is silently burning with sky-blue flames, and in her right hand is a spear that can be used as a melee weapon. The huge boomerang of the weapon, the slender helmet with a frozen howling face.
Although through the helmet, Soshiyan could feel her staring at him - this was his second meeting with the howling banshee Phoenix Lord.
The last time was more than thirty years ago.
When she approached, some Dark Eldar instinctively launched an attack. Jaen Zhar did not even take action, she just let out a scream - but her scream was not full of anger. Instead of a harsh female scream, it was a low and mournful dirge that sadly spread across the battlefield.
Then in an instant, all the lives within a hundred meters around her were shaken into balls of blood mist.
"Shadow Army, Attack"
But the Howling Banshee is not the only outsider who appears. She is also at the gap, with the low horn sound, and the light gray mist flows along Rolling down, they were scattered on the stone wall.
Distorted faces were mixed among them, runes wriggling like worms and white hair flying like waterfalls expanded and cracked in the shadows, and more of the same kind emerged, like a wave of surging shadows.
Soon, an army composed of Mandela, a terrifying spirit body with no flesh and blood, appeared, causing all the creatures present to shudder subconsciously.
A moment later, the mist of howling souls crashed into Jarn Zhar, and then climbed over the spear thrust out by the opponent.
Jan Zar's spear crackled with lightning, passing through the Lost Shadow without any resistance. Those weak souls scattered like smoke, but there was a powerful force hidden behind it. The being stabbed the ethereal ghost claw at the Phoenix Lord.
With a bang, the spear repels the ghost claw.
"Our battle is not over yet, Phoenix Lord."
Kandulak, the Lord of Mandela, suddenly appeared.
At the same time, Mandela's elite Soul Hunters also fought with the Howling Banshee's Haig Maid. Flashing blades and shadow claws came and went, sometimes to no avail - —But sometimes, the blade can cut through the shadows, and the claws can bite deep into the armor.
But in general, the number of howling banshees is insufficient, and they can only rely on their own transcendent warfare skills to avoid painful deaths. They dispersed some and pushed back others, but it was never enough.
However, their appearance has greatly relieved the pressure on Soshyan and others.
“Death!”
Soshiyang stabbed his sword accurately into the face of a man whose eyes Mandela could not see. When the weapon penetrated deeply into the illusory face, When he was in the material, he felt a cold and slight pain that was like a counterattack.
Then Mandela began to tremble and flicker in confusion. His head was broken and twisted into a ball. The green cursed blade in his hand fell and completely turned into flying dust.
But Soshyan added another sword without mercy, and with this final blow, the ghost completely fell apart in a flash of fatal green light.
Under the evil twisted dome of the Temple of Cain, the blood of the Eldar was splashing everywhere. The ground was covered with the dead and dying injured, but more of them fell directly into the magma and were burned to ashes.
Victor just sat on the throne, watching the fight with relish, as if it was a rare performance.
“Well——”
With a painful groan, an Alpha warrior suddenly knelt on the ground, and a machete engraved with runes was deeply embedded in his chest, but He still struggled to take out the last grenade on his belt -
"For - the Emperor."
A nightmare appeared in front of him, and then he pulled out a machete from the warrior's body and drew a fatal arc.
Alpha fell down, his head falling from his shoulders, but the grenade had been activated.
Boom——
There was a loud noise, and the dazzling light engulfed Alpha and Nightmare at the same time.
“Die!”
Philo Ronana, the only one not wearing a helmet, spat, raised his hand, and a burst of energy was released from the tips of his open five fingers. It hit the nightmare that was attacking him. Let the guy fly backwards, twisting and hitting the pillar, and his spine has obviously been broken into several pieces.
However, this effect is not without cost. After releasing his psychic energy, Philo Ronana's body sank and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. If Khayon hadn't come to catch him, he would have fallen down long ago. .
"The release of psychic energy here will multiply the backlash. I know you are angry, but don't be reckless."
At this time, another nightmare rushed over brandishing two swords. As Khayon raised his seldom-used bolter, another warrior stepped between them and killed the creature with a fatal blow.
"There is no time to lie down. If you can't hold the sword, use the gun."
Talos just glanced at Philo Rona and continued his battle.
Alfa Think Tank wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, immediately got up, took out the bolter, glanced at the remaining magazine, and fired a shot at a conspiracy warrior, blowing it up directly. into the opponent's head.
"Well done. Someone said a long time ago that we are soldiers first and wizards second. Don't forget the original means of combat just because of the convenience of psychic powers."
As he spoke, Khayon fired the bolt gun in his hand continuously, each shot causing a kill, but it was almost meaningless.
(End of this chapter)