Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

White Scar, who is good at assault and pursues speed, is a match for the Dark Eldar.

Those alien armies that relied on their high-speed vehicles and numerical superiority to hold back the Burning Falcon were now in a stalemate with the human warriors when they encountered the White Scars.

Chen Ye drove the car given to him by Yao En and drove wildly on the battlefield, single-handedly turning the stalemate into a situation where humans have the upper hand.

Just like the Burning Falcons who have not encountered alien reinforcements and have not gradually fallen into a disadvantage due to insufficient numbers.

"Tielu Terrace! Qin Yue!"

Chen Ye shouted loudly while riding on his motorcycle.

The think tank of a company and the commander-in-chief of the Khan Guards. After hearing the shouts coming from the communication channel, the two quickly led the team to move closer to Chen Ye, the company commander.

The entire company of Bai Scar gradually gathered together in the battle, and then followed behind Chen Ye, speeding across the rotten ground ravaged by various powerful weapons or attacks.

They didn't need to communicate, everyone knew what the company commander's goal was.

Behind the Dark Eldar, a larger psychic device was flashing with white light.

Although Chen Ye did not participate in the battle from the beginning, and did not know what the book was that was hiding behind everyone and throwing nuclear bombs and astronomical wonders in the real universe, he could guess that it must be the psychic device that was suppressing some kind of great power. The effect of the weapon, otherwise how can we explain that those Dark Eldar can come out of the influence of a small black hole unharmed?

In front of the psychic device are thousands of cloned Eldar warriors created by the Haemonculi.

"Charge! Charge like storm and thunder!" Chen Ye put down the Guandao in his hand and straightened up the spear hanging on the other side of the motorcycle.

If this ancient tactic does not have a special way to withstand the firepower fired during the charge, it will definitely die without a burial place.

Fortunately, a think tank called Tielutai released a psychic barrier to protect everyone in the company.

During the company's charge, Chen Ye looked at Tielutai and nodded.

"Understood..." Tielutai looked forward, took his hands off the motorcycle armrests, and put them on his head, "I have seen the road to the sky!"

A spiritual vortex appeared in front of the White Scars.

The White Scars rushed into the vortex, suddenly appeared from directly behind the psychic device, and rushed straight into the Dark Eldar's line.

Chen Ye led his men to kill as many enemies as possible near the psychic device, while Tielutai jumped off the motorcycle, attached a vortex grenade to the psychic device, and then quickly jumped on the motorcycle to evacuate.

The psionic device survived the bombardment of various material forces unharmed, but was banished by the vortex grenade of the same source.

"Well done!" The narrator applauded the heroic performance of these mortals, and then threw out the drop of water he had just compressed.

A black hole the size of a planet exploded behind Chen Ye and others.

The urban structure of Comoros within millions of miles was torn apart and dragged by the tyrannical gravity.

Even the star gladiator in Comoros, the best friend of the prophet of the Death Army, and the "Cruel Castle" arena where Lyris once fought were torn from Comoros in pieces and turned into pieces rising into the sky. of pieces.

The mortal body could not wait until it was pulled into the sky by the black hole and was torn to pieces.

The White Scars were protected by the Narrator. They rode motorcycles and galloped toward the Space Marines with their backs to the black hole.

The crimson shirt behind Chen Ye's power armor fluttered in the wind.

The words friendship and loyalty engraved on the motorcycle shine brightly under the light.

The ornate white armor of the Khan's guards gleamed.

There is light near them, indicating that the narrator is not applying his protection to individuals, but to an area.

"Warriors like thunder and storm ride on motorcycles, speeding with their backs to the black hole."

"I really like these interesting creatures more and more."

The narrator recorded this scene and prepared to savor it at any time in the long years to come.

Lando, whose power armor was almost broken, fell from the sky and looked at the huge book: "What should we do next?"

Everyone else also looked at the narrator.

After a bloody battle, it is customary to ask the strongest warrior what to do next, because humans feel that strong people are also wise.

However, this caused the reporter to fall into panic and embarrassment.

In the Tyrone Sector, these star gods who are protected by the casters must abide by the rules. It is the most basic thing not to eat people casually, and they are not allowed to accept followers.

Star gods who like to be worshiped by others can only endure it, and their communication with mortals is limited to limited positive communication.

Even from the perspective of pure strength, except for Saranoga, other star gods in the star sector cannot compete with the Forger in a fragmented state.

When the essence of all gods has been extracted by the caster, there is no need to talk about confrontation.

The narrator, a weak and simple god of daily life, is more honest and abides by the rules.

The Burner will kill people and show off his skills on the battlefield, and then cause the mortals of Tyron Army to sigh and gain satisfaction from this, but the Narrator will not.

Huge tomes floated among the Space Marines.

"I have recorded your deeds."

"But as for what to do next..."

"Why don't we ask the magical Lord of Tyrone?"

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"My brother is dead."

Near the portal, the Thunder Warriors gathered together.

Gunter closed his eyes and lay in Bendis's arms.

Other Thunder Warriors surrounded Gunter, either holding his hand or placing their hands on his armor, mourning for this heroic warrior.

"I'm sorry." The pharmacist of Sons of Antaeus stood up and apologized to the Thunder Warriors. "The portal is one-way, otherwise we could send him to a better place and receive better treatment."

Bendis said nothing, silent.

This veteran warrior who had fought in the Terran Unification War until now was extremely sad.

He held Gunter's body in his arms, and kept recalling in his mind Gunter's figure smiling at him and waving his hands in the last few seconds when he was stalling for time.

Ten thousand years ago, Gaunt, who stayed alone to stop the warlord's pursuit, was not like this. Although he also asked his subordinates to go first, he was obviously scared, scared and worried.

Not as free and calm as when he let his subordinates go first in front of Kane.

"At least pick him up first and make him look decent," Bendis told the pharmacist.

The pharmacist squatted down and pressed Gunter's torn lower body against his upper body, and then the pharmaceutical ingredients in Gunter's body would automatically repair his body.

"It's made of steel inside and out." Locke came over, "The transmission device has been repaired."

"Quick!" the pharmacist shouted.

The Thunder Warriors also dragged their injured bodies to their feet.

Gaunt became the first Thunder Warrior to use a teleportation device, and he and his men were teleported to the flagship of the Glory of Mankind.