Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Boo! Boo! Boo! Boo!

Silver-blue bullets shot forward from the hands of the Gray Knights.

"3 seconds fire shield countdown!"

Members in the fire suppression position of the team will share their ammunition counters to the team's public data channel when the tactical action of suppressive shooting begins. When the number of ammunition in the ammunition chain reaches the warning line, all members' power armor servo will Everyone saw this bright red reminder.

The two Gray Knights who were charging forward stopped for an instant and raised the storm bolters on their arm armor to continue suppressing the rain of bullets.

"4 seconds!"

Limited by the data link with ordinary Astartes Chapters, the Gray Knights could only loudly announce their remaining ammunition on the channel while firing.

"So short?" Firepower Position No. 2, who was about to move forward, asked angrily after hearing the Gray Knight's prompt. But faced with the threat of the alien star, he gave up the idea of ​​charging and stopped to prepare to fire.

Seeing the line of fire coming from their comrades in front, the two gray knights looked at each other slightly awkwardly, then raised their halberds and charged forward.

As the Gray Knights who mainly use natural punishment weapons and supplement with psychic attacks, the ammunition load of the bolters they are equipped with has always been embarrassing.

But fortunately, the distance of several hundred meters has been reduced by half, and the gray knight stopped when he reached the limit of casting distance.

Seeing the alien soldiers pouring firepower crazily from the high point of the opposite position, one of the Gray Knights glared angrily and pointed his halberd wrapped in lightning at the enemy!

"Law-whipping!"

The huge lightning chain instantly penetrated the air barrier of more than 100 meters between the two, and the huge space was instantly filled with the enemy's dying cry and ionized ozone.

But the enemy's counterattack soon arrived.

The Gray Knight who had just finished casting the spell had no time to react. A war spear that was also full of psychic energy was angrily thrown into the air by the Eldar Warmaster who saw his comrades die in battle.

The Divine Shield Terminator's psychic shield was activated instantly, but after only resisting for half a second under the spearhead with the anti-psionic sigil, the sharp spear broke through the shield and pierced the Terminator's thick shield.

Boom!

The Gray Knight took half a step back and shook his body. Before he could adjust his center of gravity, he saw the Eldar assassin appearing in front of him with his sword ready to kill.

Seeing that the enemy's heavy sword was about to strike, the psychic communication from his comrades behind him made him give up struggling and fall backwards along the center of gravity.

call! The huge war blade swept through the air, and the fallen gray knight could even feel the wind of the blade passing through the loudspeaker of his helmet.

The Eldar move of slashing the air with one blow was used too old, and before I had time to adjust, I heard the roar from the front!

To die...

At the last moment of her life, the Eldest Assassin raised her head, and what she saw with her eyes was the thunder-wrapped blade of the Heaven's Punishment Halberd, which was getting bigger and bigger in her eyes.

puff!

Ignoring the decapitated Eldar corpse lying on the ground in front of him, the Gray Knight turned around and pulled up his fallen comrade.

Looking up, I saw that the Astartes had completed the tactical action of charging. The Eldar, who were forced into close combat with the enemy, were unable to use their agility in a small space, so they had to abandon some of their comrades and cover each other. Keep distance and retreat back.

Exploration teams from the rear are joining the battlefield one after another, and large numbers of Astartes are constantly crossing the cleared battlefield and continuing to pursue the retreating Eldar.

After this key point leading to the third floor was opened, the space for the enemy to move around became increasingly scarce visible to the naked eye.

The team commander in front put away his charging posture. The moment he lifted the heavy shield in his hand, an Eldar corpse squeezed between the shield and the wall fell down.

The sergeant turned back to inspect the battlefield where the fire had just occurred. After pausing briefly at a fallen Astartes and the Eldar corpse on his body, his eyes met the other warriors.

One of the team members obviously had a special tactical mission. After a slight nod to the sergeant, he turned around and picked up his fallen comrade and walked towards the rear.

At a rendezvous point behind the battlefield, his Chapter's Apothecaries awaited him and his fallen brother.

The remaining three Astartes had no time to grieve. After reuniting with the Gray Knights, they silently continued to move towards the depths of the hulk where the sound of gunfire rang out.

"Soul Stone."

Pulling out the war spear from his chest, Gray Knight Saladin continued to move forward despite the horrific wound.

When passing by the body of an Eldar warrior, his eyes hidden under the Crusader's heavy helmet saw the gem carefully decorated on the Eldar's chest.

The Gray Knight, who was familiar with its function, stopped and bent down, extending his silver gauntlet forward with slight force.

The moment the fitting metal buckle was crushed to pieces, the gem that was supposed to contain the spirit of the Eldar was in the hands of the Gray Knight.

"What did you find?"

The comrade behind him walked by and asked via psychic communication after noticing something strange about Saladin.

"There is no soul." Saladin raised his head and looked at the battlefield ahead.

"Gala" the fragile gem was casually crushed by him.

“There is something wrong with this space, the aliens are performing some kind of sacrilegious ritual!

The souls of the war dead did not go where they should go, but were plundered by this ritual at the moment of death! "

boom!

On the other side of the battlefield, the Phoenix Lord was split open by Calvin's heavy sword, and his flexible body retreated. From the perspective of onlookers, it looked like a badminton that had been knocked away by a heavy slap.

A bitter smile accompanied by blood foam overflowed from the corner of her mouth under the mask. In front of Calvin who transformed into Iverson's form, Anna Suul's proud agility and flexibility were not enough.

Due to the inhuman body functions of the Primarch, the explosive power and reaction speed are higher than those of the Eldar Phoenix Lord;

Its absolutely oppressive and even destructive power makes the latter risk having his hands broken every time he parries, and he can barely parry with his superb skills.

In the eyes of the champion swordsmen who were watching, the battles between the two sides were still on the same level. Both were battles that exceeded the limits of their vision and reaction.

But the Phoenix Lord who is actually at the center of the storm knows clearly that what she relies on now is just the other party's adaptation to her body and the memory of certain martial arts.

When the enemy no longer wants to continue this rhythm, it will probably be the time when he falls here.

boom!

After being struck down by Calvin's unreasonable sword dance again, Anna Suel, who had no time to adjust her center of gravity, was instantly hit by Calvin's shoulder.

Annasul flew more than ten meters in an instant, knocking the steel plates on the wall loose, and quickly got up. Although her trembling hands rebuilt her defense;

But in the eyes of a group of champion swordsmen watching the battle, she and Calvin had been barely maintaining a balance of power that hid their defeat. At this point, there was finally no way to cover it up and it was completely exposed.

call!

Calvin was refreshed after being separated from the memories of another world. His eyes that regained his consciousness were clear again, and he looked at the aliens in front of him with calm eyes.

The battle just now was instantly recalled and analyzed in his brain. The details of the opponent's deliberate delay were particularly obvious and dazzling at this moment.

"Alien! Tell me your purpose! I will give you a decent death!"

Astartes' voice was already loud, and even his slightly louder laughter sounded like a roar to mortal ears.

When it comes to Calvin, the voice of the original gene is even more exaggerated. Its psychic voice is like an attack in itself to the ears of the Eldar warriors.

If it weren't for the Phoenix Lord's Bone Helmet, it would be a legendary piece of equipment in itself, with its own defense against sonic attacks.

At this time, Annasul's injuries would probably become more serious because of Calvin's unintentional actions.

"The honor of our clan does not need to be bestowed by you vulgar apes!"

The Phoenix Lord slowly stood up from the low frame, and the weapons in his hands also drew subtle trajectories, turning into another strange holding frame.

Her chest slowly rose and fell with the rhythm of her breathing, and beneath her bone armor, there was a particularly large soul stone shining brightly.

Feeling the increasingly vigorous vitality in the gem, the Phoenix Lord moved his mind, and the increasingly swollen power in the soul stone flowed towards her body.

It seems that the prophets in the rear have completed their mission, and the mission that I have been delaying here should also come to an end.

It's time to end this fight!

Anasul looked at the Primarch as thick as an abyss in front of him, knowing that even with the increase of the soul stone, there would be no chance of victory.

But this is what the old man predicted. Since the day she was born, she has been preparing for this doomed battle.

The souls of her kind are all in her body at this moment, and after a while, the young prophets will become one with her.

Although until now, she still doesn't know the meaning of this battle.

But since the prophets said that dying in battle could save the fate of their compatriots.

Then she will be duty-bound and will bravely welcome her eventual arrival.

"Come! Fight!"

The last warrior of the Lost Ark responded and challenged the Primarch of mankind with the trembling sword in his hand.

The first and last Phoenix Lord of the Night Blade Tribe - Anna'suul, brings all the Ark Eldar warriors and the souls of the prophets to fight here!

I was so bragging that I thought I was in time, but I was still a few minutes late. Sorry sorry.