Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

For the Shadow Champion Ezio, what happened on Tuckers 5 was not a battle that made him feel comfortable or comfortable.

The impact of the subspace storm on the empire was actually greater than many people imagined. At the very least, for some fleets that were already dispersed or had few troops, the storm almost destroyed their organizational systems and logistics supplies. Many soldiers had to fight with insufficient equipment.

This is the case with Ezio. Although the First Legion does not lack his ammunition replenishment and regular supplies, the losses caused by the lack of battle brothers are difficult to make up for.

In people's usual minds, shadow combat seems to be a very simple concept, something that an assassin can accomplish with a dagger or a silenced pistol, but at least for the shadows of the Second Legion, Their tactics were far less crude.

After more than a century of continuous exploration and experimentation, the "Cause in the Shadows" is far more complicated than anyone imagined. The Fourth Fleet of the Second Legion only has about two thousand Astartes warriors, but their The diversity of tactics can disdain many legions.

In addition to the simplest guerrilla, assassination and infiltration operations, Ezio and his comrades also know how to include but are not limited to high-speed assault, orbital delivery, ambush operations, material interception, asymmetric operations and low collateral damage siege warfare, etc. Various arts of war, some of the most dangerous among them even learned some of the essence of terror tactics and verbal intimidation from the bloody executioners of the Eighth Legion, and how to use high-speed vehicles and intra-atmospheric aircraft is for the Shadow Champions Said, it is also a compulsory course for proficiency.

Of course, the most dangerous characters in the Second Legion will always only exist in the Third Fleet. God knows what new attitude those psykers who have the courage to explore the warp will take to welcome their long-awaited battle brothers.

In this way, the Shadows have been carrying out their own explorations, and even the division of the Legion has not stopped their pace. This has made many other warriors of the Astartes Legion quite critical of them. For these people who are keen on head-on confrontation and endless For followers of honor, the attitude of some Sons of Morgan who crouch peacefully in their own shadows and don't care about any honors or titles makes them very uncomfortable.

But that's their business.

The shadows never cared.

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Ezio stopped in his tracks and waited for about ten seconds until every temporary teammate came behind him.

The shadow champion sat silently and gestured to his comrades to look at the ruins of the fortress in front of them: obviously, it had been reactivated. Patrol soldiers belonging to Ran Dan were walking high, and those large and small Behind the cracks and ruins, you can vaguely see the muzzle of the gun that was deliberately covered up.

This is J-47, their first target for this mission, and the place where they plan to find more friendly forces: but obviously, the resisters here did not last until the moment reinforcements arrived.

Hector let his sight stretch out from the shadows. He looked at the ruined fortress carefully, following the shadow champion as he shuttled back and forth from the surrounding commanding heights.

"27."

After a while, Hector revealed all the firepower points and threats he had found, both in the open and in the dark.

Ezio shook his head.

He held up three fingers, twice.

But then, his fingers stopped in mid-air, as if hesitating whether to add another. He was silent for a while, then turned his head and whispered to Hector.

"I'll sneak in first, you and your people wait for my signal."

Hector nodded.

The next second, before the rising star of the Second Legion even caught it, Ezio's figure disappeared into the shadows.

Hector touched his face, seeming a little annoyed that his reaction speed was still not up to standard. He wanted to eat sweets, but he quickly suppressed this desire.

He turned around and sneaked all the way down to the commanding heights. His team had a hidden temporary base here, allowing them to rush into the ruins from the nearest gap at any time.

This shadow was enough to squeeze in four Astartes warriors, but when Hector returned here again, he found that it had become a bit crowded.

Because right now, there are five people here.

A new warrior came to his team of hunters while he and Ezio were out scouting. Apparently, he had already crossed paths with the experienced ancient warrior Chiron.

"A recruit to the Third Fleet...a recruit in the literal sense of the word."

Teacher Kailon's words sounded in the private communication channel of the two people. Hector nodded, quietly walked forward, and shook hands with this uninvited battle brother.

"Hector."

He said hello first, and the new battle brother also held his hand enthusiastically. He was not handsome, his face was a bit long, and he was a bit thin, but he did have a faint aura of psychic energy: this The aura is even stronger than Salieri, who officially became a think tank earlier.

He smiled, with a smile that belonged to those young warriors who were ignorant of the world.

"Eris."

He introduced himself like this.

"Just call me Eris."

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Above the sky, the seemingly endless fleet battle is still going on. Compared with when the battle for the Tuckers airspace just started, the fleet of the First Army has been reduced by almost one-fifth, but their results are indeed Extraordinarily brilliant: Randan warships, which were at least ten times the size of their fleet, were unable to move under their tenacious snipers. The menacing offensive of the alien fleet had already shown a certain decline, and the bloody war on the ground was also going on. An effective method to break the deadlock gradually degenerated into a bloodletting tank that did more harm than good to Ran Dan.

The part of the airspace that maintains the landing operations has become a quite obvious weakness in Ran Dan's fleet. The fleet of the First Army is almost staring at Ran Dan's transport ships, constantly destroying Ran Dan's immobilized ships to protect these transport ships. Dan escort fleet, this half-hearted air superiority has greatly affected the alien army's advance operations on the ground. Although they have invested a large number of troops at any cost and pushed all the way with endless artillery fire, when such an offensive As we got closer to the center, we encountered an insurmountable obstacle.

The Primarch of the 18th Legion, the Lord of the Fire Dragon, Vulkan himself, the Lord of Nocturne, accurately captured the most critical pass on Ran Dan's path, and deployed the strongest defense here:

Vulkan himself, leading his original bodyguards and at least three thousand carefully selected salamander warriors, was stationed in this corpse-filled square. Tens of thousands of alien corpses were already at his feet. Piling up like a mountain, at this moment, the most compassionate Primarch just clenched his warhammer expressionlessly, like a demon god who brought the underground purgatory to the human world.

Ran Dan never stopped the massive offensive here, but never made any actual progress. They even spent a lot of money to assemble an armored group, but after seeing how the Lord of the Fire Dragon relied on his hands and the most powerful The pure power overturned the largest land war engine in the entire Ran Dan Empire, and no armored vehicle dared to rush in front of him anymore.

The offensive on land thus fell into stagnation and consumption, and the battle above the sky was almost exactly the same: after paying an unimaginable price, the alien army finally tore through the firepower network of the First Legion, jumping cruelly. Gang operations began on the largest battleships on both sides, but gang-hopping against the empire's core battleships was always unsuccessful.

Ran Dan has assembled a large number of elites, and their transmission technology is far more advanced than the human empire imagined. It is enough to safely transport a battle group to the bridge and deck of a human warship in one breath.

In the beginning, these gang-hopping operations will go very smoothly, and the entire deck will change hands in an instant under the fierce offensive. But soon, several people who call themselves [Inner Ring] or [Sanxiang Cultivator] will walk out from deeper inside these battleships. Familiar faces who will...

In this way, both sides seemed to be in a strange stalemate, whether under the sky or in the void, but no one thought that this stalemate would last forever, because Ran Dan's successor fleet was still in a steady stream. Emerging from the warp, although a large part of them will suffer various non-combat attrition in the shortest possible time: the most obvious of which is that the psykers on the battleship are discovered by a spider queen who controls the overall situation. Wailing, struggling, and tragic self-destruction affecting everyone are the only endings for these alien wizards.

But despite this, Ran Dan is still moving forward. The resistance of the human empire has significantly slowed down their progress: but it has not been completely stopped. As more and more huge alien warships continue to pour into the galaxy, Ran Dan invades. The real core force of the army seems to be planning to join this war and play a real decisive role.

Even at the edge of Morgan's field of vision, the two auras that made her feel uneasy seemed to be only a short distance away from this galaxy.

The real pressure is coming soon.

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But for Ezio, these things have nothing to do with him for the time being.

In the third minute after leaving Hector, the Shadow Champion was lurking in the core of the ruins of the fortress, counting his gains just now: seven hidden sentries and one open sentinel.

He hid in the shadows and quietly put down the Ran Dan alien he had just killed, keeping it in its original posture, but then, he felt something uneasy.

His eyes quickly swept over the cold alien corpse, and the Shadow Champion discovered something was wrong in the next moment: there was an almost transparent micro electronic device buried in the alien's thin eyelids. When he saw it, he discovered the light of this device. is extinguishing.

Damn it.

Ezio didn't hesitate or think at all. He subconsciously turned his body and rolled to the side against the ground.

Almost at the same time, he felt a flash of lenses passing through the air in front of him, followed by a violent gunshot. The special bullet pierced the ruins and exploded the alien's body into two pieces.

Ezio raised his head. Based on the flash of light just now, he had determined the location of the thirty-fourth Randan alien: it was indeed an extremely clever hiding place.

The wind blew and he heard gunshots outside the ruins: obviously, his temporary comrades were not idle.

Ezio raised his head again, squinting his eyes and listening to the footsteps of the Randan aliens who heard the sound.

He felt everything, everything within the shadows and everything beyond them.

The light, the sound of wind, the crackling sound of bullets piercing the air, and the sound of urgently replacing the magazine.

Distance is enough.

Time is enough.

The thought of temporarily retreating flashed through his mind, and he was pressed down. Ezio briefly estimated his situation: based on the sounds outside the fortress and his recent victory, he still had to face about eighteen more people. The enemy, and the sniper, he still had the confidence to dodge three shots.

……enough.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, which was the first signal that the enemy was coming.

The shadow champion took a breath, temporarily left the shadow, and temporarily put away his black blade.

Although, he took out a new weapon from behind himself.

An old throwing ax.