Travel to Warhammer 40K with Gray Wind

The bright red plasma gushes out from the wound on Alphonse's shoulder blade, but does not drip down the arm to the ground. The prosthetic modified people do not have red blood cells in the biological sense. What flows in their blood vessels is only specialized repair ability. It's just a red nanobot.

While the nanorobots were repairing tendons, the ever-victorious swordsmen beside Captain Canion were already attacking him.

Being able to put on this finely crafted power armor and the blood-stained cape of the holy relic of the Chapter itself speaks volumes about the strong combat effectiveness and rich combat experience of this group of veterans.

The Unforgivables used the most exquisite swordsmanship and the fastest movements to thrust their sword blades at the allies of the Empire, and there was no flaw in their superb combat skills.

The noise of gunfire suddenly sounded outside the shelter. It was the buzz of plasma beams and the thunderous explosion of bolt guns, one after another.

There is no doubt that the nearly 500 death stalker warriors on standby outside have also launched operations. In order to erase the traces of the existence of the Fallen Angels and to protect the name of the Dark Angels from being tarnished, they did not hesitate to raise the butcher knife against the followers of the Star Destroyer.

In this instant, the hot blade cut off the skin and muscles of Alphonse's neck - and then got stuck on his spine.

"Strengthen your bones."

The virulent swordsman saw through the reason at a glance. In the next moment, the second power sword inserted into Alphonse's body from the gap between the ribs, cutting open the artificial chest muscles made of reinforced fibers. Then it got stuck in the bones.

After the combo was successful, the two sword guards quickly retreated. Their rich experience in fighting against psykers made them immediately abandon the long swords that could not be drawn out. They retreated extremely skillfully while using the bolt guns in their left hands to attack Al. The two long swords on Vons' neck and chest poured out firepower. At the same time, the battle brothers behind them had also finished changing their magazines. After killing the other two preachers in the room at the cost of 4 deaths, all the attention of the entire team was focused on Alphonse.

Captain Canion was a little confused at first, why Alphonse didn't try his best to counterattack like other cybernetics before death, but this doubt soon disappeared.

The space around Alphonse began to distort slightly at some point, and the bomb warheads and plasma beams fired at his body were also deflected, and a slightly blurry human body was traced on the wall and floor. contour.

He turned off his own pain perception module, calmly bit open a small packet of well-encapsulated psychic dust with his teeth, and suddenly inhaled the crystal dust inside into his nasal cavity.

The environment in the shelter became extremely dull and depressing at this moment. The sword guard beside Captain Cannon could clearly feel a complex emotion of sadness, anger and doubt radiating from Alphonse's body. , shaking their minds, this is a precursor to the psychic being losing control.

"The psychic strength is at least α, and it continues to get stronger...stop him!"

Due to the rampant spirit mouth trade among the stars, the Death Stalker Chapter is no stranger to the evil method that can burn living spirits into dust. Captain Kanion recognized what Alphonse was smoking. , I felt palpitated and a little confused at the same time.

It turns out that this thing can be used for more than just powering psychic equipment...?

The Space Marines moved faster than their thoughts. Kanyon rushed to Alphonse with his sword in doubt, raised the power sword in his hand and quickly struck with an extremely exquisite blow.

Then he died.

Huge pressure appeared like a mountain on everyone present. This pressure was not simply from top to bottom, but centered on the human body, with very uniform inward pressure in every direction.

A blue-purple halo rolled down from the corners of Alphonse's eyes like tears and slowly slid down his cheeks. Under the extreme pressure, the Space Marine's ceramic power armor cracked into circles of fine, flower-like cracks. , reminiscent of a long-extinct Terra plant, the lotus.

Blood-stained lotus-like cracks bloomed on Captain Canion's armor. Flesh and steel, will and soul, everything about a soldier was passively curled up under this desperate and extreme spiritual pressure. Rise up, finally—

With a dull thud, a ball made of organic flesh and inorganic armor fell onto the blood-stained floor.

Alphonse watched the balls fall to the ground in front of him. His eyes were calm and he was unable to react in any way.

In the life-support cabin, Milak was still sleeping quietly. Outside the sanctuary, the conflict between the Death Stalkers Chapter and the Order of Truth became increasingly fierce.

Listia and others, who were busy directing the parts recovery and installation, had no idea why the Emperor's Angel of Death would launch a surprise attack on them. They even had some luck that "this might be a misunderstanding" and tried their best to resist the opponent's offensive. At the same time, he also tried to communicate with him and resolve the misunderstanding.

But as the biological signal representing the scientific research director was extinguished, there was no room for relaxation in this so-called misunderstanding. Even if the death stalkers immediately stopped attacking and asked for negotiation to solve the problem, they would never accept it.

Reversing their original defensive posture, the banshee brigades that received the attack order completely let go of their hands and feet.

One after another, the iron-gray-coated high-speed Wraithbone fighters broke through the sound barrier and broke into the battlefield in the blink of an eye, firmly grasping air supremacy with overwhelming air superiority.

As the interceptor planes controlled by the Death Stalkers fell from the sky one after another, the Greedy Assault Troops riding Falcon hoverbikes also forcibly charged into the formation with high-speed maneuvers that exceeded the reaction limits of the Space Marines. The steadily advancing mobile armored position penetrated the enemy, and immediately launched a bloody massacre against the gunners deployed behind the position.

The wind-breaking sound of suspended motorcycles appears fleetingly everywhere on the battlefield, like ghosts. The high-speed maneuvers of the Eldar always make their enemies overwhelmed and distressed, but if this is our force, then we have to deal with it separately. Never mind.

The banshees wander around the battlefield with the grace of civet cats. The lobbyist mechas equipped by the Order of Truth are equipped with special circuits that can guide and amplify spiritual energy, further improving their actions in line with the conditions of the Eldar. The speed allows them to walk on the tip of the knife with ease and shuttle between the gunfire.

The girls' dexterous and graceful postures are difficult for even the most powerful Space Marines to capture. Often before they realize that the enemy is approaching, the Astartes' heads have left their bodies. Five of the nearly 500 people The Company of Astartes was rapidly depleted in the carnage.

The reversal of the war situation is almost despairingly fast, and one cannot help but think: perhaps only the Imperial Army, the highest masterpiece of genetic engineering of the human emperor, can compete with this group of killing machines armed to the hair... …

However, just as the Elf Banshee was sweeping the battlefield with a devastating force, a huge shadow quietly covered the sky above the pyramid.