Chapter 168 Blood Drinker
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In the void.
The Fortitude Resolve kept pace with the Eldar fleet's main ship. The two battleships sailed side by side, while the capital ship continued to be bombarded by the Fortitude Resolve, and all weapons were destroyed by concentrated fire.
As the two flagships of each fleet raced alongside each other, they left a trail of wreckage of Eldar warships in their wake.
There was only one battleship left on the Eldar fleet, which was surrounded and bombarded by two Twelve Legion battleships, and soon turned into a wreck.
In this way, the World Eaters fleet defeated the Eldar fleet.
There were no surprise strategies or tricks. What defeated the Eldar fleet was the complete unity of the World Eaters fleet. Each battleship responded to the order instantly. It can even be completely synchronized.
From the Eldar's point of view, the advantage created by the completely synchronized instantaneous response ability that the enemy somehow possesses is like a human with all limbs controlled by the brain holding a weapon to kill a group of running animals.
But the battle is not completely over yet.
The two fastest frigates caught up with the Eldar capital ship and fired their light spears to hit the same location, destroying the capital ship's engines and forcing it to stop.
When the Eldar battleship stopped, the World Eaters fleet also stopped.
Like a puppet whose strings were suddenly cut off, it suddenly stopped. No matter which ship in the fleet, or the people in the ship, all stopped.
Inside the Fortitude and Determination.
Everyone on the command deck suddenly woke up.
Kil quickly looked at Angron.
Angron's eyes regained their vitality: "I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just... I just felt like I was integrated with you, like an arm."
"The enemy's capital ship was forced to stop !" Salin reported loudly, "We can withdraw the gang members and blow up the enemy's battleships!"
"No." Angron stood up, "Don't blow them up, I will lead them myself. Let’s go to that battleship and ask those damn aliens what’s wrong with them.”
Everyone saluted.
Angron walked out of the command deck.
When passing by the medical room, the original body subconsciously looked into it and found that the cabins where the gladiator brothers were were all broken, and the nutrient solution was flowing all over the floor.
"No..." Angron walked to the medical room and looked at the mess in front of him, "How could...when..."
"Angron."
The call came from behind.
The primarch turned back immediately.
Yochula held an alien corpse in his hand and looked at Angron with a smile.
Kleist was floating in mid-air, standing next to Yochula with a group of mortal soldiers from the regular army.
Behind Yochula is his younger brother and other gladiators.
The gladiators all looked at Angron with smiles.
"Should we call you father now?" Yochuka asked with a smile.
Except for Kleist, all the gladiators were different from the past. They were about two and a half meters tall and extremely muscular.
Obviously, the transformation was successful.
"You can call me whatever you want." Angron stood up excitedly and walked towards the crowd.
"We were suddenly awakened just now." Yochula threw away the body and moved his wrist, "Then help Kleist and the others clean up some of the bastards who attacked you when you were young."
"Now let's kill more bastards." One of the gladiators laughed.
Angron nodded vigorously: "We can fight side by side again, just like before!"
......
"For Angron!!!! "
Lorke roared and rushed forward.
The fearless mechas noticed the former legion commander rushing from behind and immediately formed a battle formation with Lorke.
Qin Xia walked forward and observed the surrounding environment.
This is a place similar to a hall, or a temple.
The people who had previously joined the Eldar battleship gathered here.
Because this place is so large, it becomes an excellent battlefield, as the Space Marines fight as if they were fighting in the square of a super city.
The Librarians linked together to create psychic giants, and accompanied the battle brothers to attack the aliens.
As the two sides faced each other, Qin Xia looked forward and locked eyes with an enemy holding a scepter.
That man is also a prophet, but his psychic power is far stronger than the prophet on the White Knight.
"Brother Tethys! Brother Kamath!" The think tanks approached Qin Xia, shouting and approaching while holding up the psychic barrier.
“Help me.” Qin Xia said.
The think tanks nodded in unison.
Qin Xia was about to move forward when he suddenly noticed a flash of light behind him.
That is the sign of the ancient void shield transmitting.
Then nearly a hundred light beams fell from the sky. After the light beams dissipated, Angron, leading nearly a hundred Terminators, appeared in Qin Xia's eyes. Kleist also came, standing next to Angron.
The arrival of the Father of Genes made the soldiers even more motivated to fight.
Angron's arrival did not surprise Qin Xia. His eyes were attracted by the Terminators behind Angron.
Those terminators are all iron cavalry models, but they hold a variety of weapons.
On the chests of those Terminators are bloody fangs, but they are not biting the planet like the Legion logo, but there are a few drops of blood patterns on both sides of the fangs.
"Wait...so fast?" Qin Xia looked surprised.
"Hey." The Terminator next to Angron took a step forward, "Isn't this the most powerful wizard in the entire galaxy? Long time no see."
"Yochula!" Qin Xia immediately stepped forward to hug Yochula. Even after his transformation, Yochula still wore an iron hand, and the implant automatically adapted to his body shape.
Of course Yochula still remembers who got him the prosthetic arm.
After hugging, Qin Xia looked at Angron: "I thought it would take a while for everyone to leave those jars."
"I am also surprised." Angron nodded. , his eyes fell to the other side of the temple, "Now is the long-lost time to fight side by side."
Qin Xia also nodded and stood beside Angron.
Just like on Nuceria, the Eaters fought side by side again.
They marched in order, holding bolt guns and firing under the cover of the psychic barrier.
The bolter that Kiel assigned to the Blood Drinker Guards is a new model. Its firepower is not inferior to the bolter in the hands of the Space Marines, but it can be used with only one hand.
Gladiators are all-round warriors. They have amazing skills in using long-range weapons and melee weapons. They can also play with all kinds of high-level knight equipment. Now after the strengthening and transformation, even if The agility and speed of the Eldar are also fatal with gunshots.
Everyone walked across the middle of the temple and approached the enemy. They put their bolters behind their waists and drew out their weapons.
Eldar warriors skilled in hand-to-hand combat immediately engaged him.
Gladiators can instantly realize the enemy's intentions and predict the enemy's trajectory, and then launch attacks that cannot be dodged.
Yochula, who was standing at the front of the queue, was surrounded by several people. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the cold light of the sword blades piercing from the left and right sides, but he didn't even make a move to dodge. He just used the big shield in his hand. Break the bones of the alien warrior in front of you.
The sword blades piercing the left and right sides of Yochula were blocked by another gladiator and Kleist who came here with Angron.
Yochula moved on.
The gladiators became scattered before facing each other in battle.
In the eyes of the Eldar, these people are hopelessly stupid, because they can focus on killing the enemy in front of them, completely ignoring the situation behind them, without even glancing at the movements to the left, right and behind.
But when the Eldar regarded these as weaknesses and carried out targeted attacks, they discovered that it was not stupidity, but absolute trust in other companions on the battlefield.
The gladiators in the front row can completely ignore the behind and the left and right, and just use their superb killing skills to break through every interception attempt of the enemy.
The gladiators in the back row defend the weakness or control of the brothers in the front row. They seem to be scattered compared to the gladiators in the front row, but they will never prioritize killing the opponent over protecting their companions. They are only protecting the weaknesses of their companions. And kill the enemy.
The gladiators had no communication, and no one was directing them to form formations or anything like that.
But each other knows what each other will do, what their intentions are, and how to cooperate with their companions to achieve higher results.
No one takes the credit, no one cares who kills how many people.
Gladiators only care about the safety of their companions and whether the purpose of the battle can be achieved.
On Nuceria, the word "fighting" does not yet represent the era of commercial entertainment activities or the selection of global combat elites. These people engage in brutal fights without guarantees. They are the elites left over from the most cruel and darkest era on the planet. .
Unquestionable fighting skills, discipline like a silent killing machine, and absolute trust in each other, a friendship that is far closer than blood brothers, these qualities once allowed them to change Nanukelia All the High Knight's goals come true.
Now, these qualities also allow them to perform amazingly as Angron's guard.
"Savage weapons!"
The prophet looked at the people who were getting closer and closer to him, and the original body who could kill all by himself.
As a commander, it also adjusts its strategy when appropriate.
Some warriors who could release psychic attacks simply threw away their weapons and spread out to the rear of the line.
The flickering light on the hands of these alien wizards made the gladiators realize that they possessed incomprehensible power, but they only glanced at it and turned a blind eye to the terrifying enemies that were most likely to threaten their lives.
Because the gladiators know who will deal with those alien wizards.
Qin Xia maintained the psychic barrier with his left hand and suddenly clenched his fist with his right hand.
All the alien wizards fell to the ground.
The prophet stared at Qin Xia.
Qin Xia also looked at the prophet and did not engage in a psychic contest because he was not the one who should kill it.
The battle continued until this point. The original body and the Guards had completely shattered the enemy's defenses. The other Space Marines of the World Eaters and the armored troops teleported in by the ancient void shield followed the Gene Father.
It is no longer possible for the Eldar to resist these people, let alone push them back.
Angron looked at the prophet and sensed from the other person's emotions that the other person was the one who planned to kill him.
Bad memories emerged in his brain, Angron roared and jumped up towards the prophet.
The prophet raised his hand to release the barrier and controlled Angron, who was about to fall in the air, and looked at Qin Xia nervously.
Qin Xia stared at the prophet.
The mental shock was like a cannonball that shattered the prophet's consciousness. Angron was no longer restrained. The moment he landed, he grabbed the prophet's head and slammed it to the ground.
At this time, the Eldar's resistance seemed to be not meaningless. At the end of the road behind the temple, a rather strange-shaped door shone with light.
The Eldar warriors looked at the prophet, and then as if they heard something, they quickly covered each other and evacuated towards the gate.
"Why did you attack me?!" Angron strangled the prophet's neck, "Where did I provoke you when I was a baby! Why did you intercept and kill me!"
The reason why was already told by his adoptive father, but Angron just wanted to hear how the prophet would answer.
"Because... you... deserve to die." The prophet gasped and spoke in very standard Gothic.
Although the prophet spoke harshly, Angron could still sense through contact the true thoughts that emerged in the other person's mind when he spoke harshly.
Prophecy.
Because the prophecy showed that Primarch No. 12 would destroy the Ark of Thuntar in the future, the Ark of Thuntar hired a conspiracy killing team to intercept the Primarch.
The Cabal Kill Team was already an elite force, but they still got stoned.
But Angron did not think that the kill team had no effect.
It was nothing to shed tears after being shot by the Kill Team's gun. The real misfortune suffered by them was that Angron fell to the ground exhausted after killing the Kill Team. After resting for a while and just about to get up, the slave trader was killed by the spaceship. Attracted by the traces of landing, he was anesthetized with a tranquilizer gun.
Angron felt nostalgic for his days in the gladiatorial arena, but only because those brothers, sisters and adoptive father in the arena who he would not have known if he had not come in were there.
Besides this, Angron is filled with hatred for everything that led him to have to live out his career as a gladiator.
(End of this chapter)