The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 224 212. The Power of Tassadar

"Artanis, hurry up and dismantle this thing!"

After looking around, Tassadar immediately ordered his apprentice to start working. The young warrior also quickly used his ability to start working.

Artanis looked at the huge machine in front of him, closed his eyes, raised his hands and began to drive the psychic energy to dismantle it.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them and felt a little incredible. Every part was dismantled intact under the action of psychic energy, whether it was those huge large parts or small fragments as small as the tip of a fingernail.

Zeratul couldn't help but praise Artanis after seeing his actions

"Such a skilled mastery of psychic energy, he is really an excellent executive, his future is very bright."

After hearing the elder's praise, Tassadar did not show a happy expression, but shook his head and said

"He is too young and needs to be trained. Too much praise will only make him lose his way."

After hearing his words, Zeratul's face suddenly stiffened, and it took a long time to relax. He sighed deeply, and said with fatigue and regret

"Yes, you will lose your way..."

Alarak looked at the seniors who were communicating on both sides, ignored them, and walked to the front of the freezer, stretched out his hand to wipe the mist formed by the low temperature. Sure enough, there were Astartes recruits with their eyes closed.

After seeing this scene, Alarak turned his head to look at the large number of refrigerated tanks, and couldn't help saying

"My God, if the tyrant wants, he can quickly take out thousands of Astartes at once... No wonder he has the confidence not to run away. If I am not mistaken, the equipment in his armory is estimated to be more than his current people, so he can have thousands of Space Marines again..."

Tassadar looked at these Space Marines and pondered for a while, turned his head to look at Zeratul and whispered

"Is it possible for us to... well, take a few hundred more people? You should understand that we can use memory overwriting methods, so..."

"You think too much."

Zeratul interrupted the other party's fantasy without any hesitation. Although their technological level can create Astartes by capturing the gene seeds of enemy Space Marines, and Astartes can indeed join the battle sequence.

But what kind of position will such a terrible giant have in the battle? The resources created by Astartes of the same level can train 2 to 3 skilled Templars, and three Templars can deal with two Astartes.

War is not a game, nor is it an art, nor is it a method of comparison for interest and hobbies. The most important issue that both sides of the war should consider is to maximize the use of the resources at hand with limited resources.

The Protoss needs mortals, because their tenacity and bravery can play a role in construction and on the battlefield, and can make up for the two races of the Tau and the Kroot. They can use advanced weapons and have stronger bodies. But the words of Astartes are a bit useless, because the Templars have already had their place in the battle sequence.

As for taking away these hundreds of Astartes? God knows whether Huron has put something like a memory stamp in their minds. If they were taken back, what would these terrible demigods do? Would they cause more disasters?

After listening to the conversation between the two, Alarak lit up his blade and said impatiently

"Just chop them all off to avoid more trouble later."

After saying that, when the high-level lord was about to insert his blade, a bomb came from his left side.

Alarak, who was not prepared, hurriedly raised his shield, but was still blown away by the impact of the bullet. Alarak, who was knocked to the ground, quickly got up, and everyone looked in the direction of the gunshot.

It was Huron! The commander of the Star Claws really came here to take away his STC!

The tyrant was tall, and the Iron Cavalry Terminator he wore made him look like a terrible giant. He had short and capable hair on his head, and his face was as cold and hard as an iceberg. There was no shrewdness and brightness in his eyes like the Extreme Warriors, but a gloomy and indifferent look.

Huron looked at the group of thieves in front of him. The lightning claws on his left hand were already crackling. Behind him were more than 30 combat brothers from the first company of Terminators. Each of them was equipped with shields and terrible weapons. The storm bolts in their hands only needed one clip to easily tear apart the shields of the high-level Templars, and then they used the power fists and phase swords in their other hands to smash the unprotected enemies into pieces.

Huron's eyes closed and opened each other. He looked at the hungry people in front of him and said coldly

"Hey, have those corrupt bureaucrats in Terra fallen to the point of needing to find aliens to deal with me? You are worthy of it, the termites of the empire..."

"Prepare for your death, aliens!"

After that, the weapons in the hands of the Terminators immediately began to attack. The storm-like bullets quickly covered the field in front of them. In such a small space, it was very passive for them, because the space here was not enough for them to carry out more flexible combat methods. The enemy had already built a line of death in front of them.

The best way now is to break through the enemy's blockade.

"Zeratul! Cover my apprentice, I'll take over this time!"

After hearing this, the Dark Priest, who was trying hard to maintain the shield, quickly reduced the scope of his shield to completely wrap around Artanis, who was speeding up the demolition. On the other side, Tassada also activated his fragments, and an incarnation appeared here.

Golden metal fragments began to spread from Tassada's body, and the blue crystal in the middle of the metal plate armor also spread out from around the metal fragments, and powerful spiritual energy came out. Seeing the monster in front of them, the Astartes quickly turned their guns and concentrated all their firepower to shoot, but they were all blocked by psychic energy, forming a thick shield.

Huron turned his head calmly after seeing this and said

"Protocol No. 2, get the volcano cannon down for me."

"yes!"

No more than ten seconds after he said these words, Tassada quickly completed the conversion of the fragments:

The plate armor made of golden metal wraps the huge human body. The shield is engraved with patterns and magic circles symbolizing courage. The spear is tightly held in the hand, with blue light shining on it. The cloth armor has been pulled off. Blocking the flames inside, bright red silk dotted the top of his head, and his huge body almost touched the ceiling of the laboratory. Blue flames sprayed out feverishly from the corners and cracks of the armor. Only the eye frost and eyes shining with golden light could be vaguely seen from the fire in the helmet and visor.

Now this fragment, which is nearly six meters high, has successfully appeared. The dazzling light even burned Huron's eyes. Although the enemy is powerful, the Chapter Leader has no intention of retreating because he still has his own trump card.

Huron raised the lightning claw in his hand and roared loudly

"In the name of the Emperor, destroy the aliens!"