Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

At the last moment of the Disciples of Blood's subspace transmission, their eyes reflected violent explosions, bullets and flames intertwined, the lightning of plasma weapons made their armors shine, and the dense barrage of red torrent warriors They were impressed.

However, when they returned to their battleship, the flames that appeared in front of them made them mistakenly believe that the transmission failed.

When the Death Company soldiers of the Lamenters were demolishing the wall and communicating with the internal physics (the enemy had become four or five pieces), they suddenly saw the new "Horus Guards" coming, and they shouted at this group. The enemy rushes over.

A bloody hand-to-hand battle began. The final glory of the berserkers of Khorne and the descendants of Sanguinius collided. The yellow armor flashed with the glory of the emperor, and the blood of the skull was solidified under the black and purple armor.

The eternal Balto holds the chain sword high and kills the Wailers. Chaos has completely corrupted him. His dark armor is filled with condensed blood. His flesh has melted. He dedicated everything to the Yellow Emperor. Bronze Throne.

"Ho~ho~~" An unknown sound came from his mouth, like a longing for the brass throne.

The Black Wrath Lamenter didn't care about this and rushed towards the temporary leader of the Disciples of Blood.

The chops of the chain sword continued to scatter countless sparks in the air, and those sober warriors no longer paid attention to the battlefield, because other berserker warriors had already rushed towards them.

Anos kicked open the bulkhead of the battleship, and the bolter spit out tongues of fire and came from behind the enemy. Their original mission was to block the enemy's way of retreating to their battleship. Now that the enemy teleported back, they naturally became Attack the enemy warship's spear tip.

Anos led the soldiers to raid the Disciples of Blood who were fighting fiercely. After firing several explosive bombs three times in a row to empty the magazine, the soldiers directly discarded the bolt guns, took out their chain swords and joined the battle. .

One of the Blood Disciples turned around and spotted them, and the tall Primaris warriors, led by Arnos's "dwarf" figure, charged, driving their blades straight into their enemies' heads.

The enemy who first faced Anos was brandishing his own weird weapon. This was a weapon specially designed to deal with power swords. The heavy attack that was comparable to that of a power hammer hit Anos's war blade. Destroy the entire Glaive. The new blade Anos had just replaced was scrapped again.

Anos lost his war blade, but the tactical dagger in his other hand penetrated deeply into the enemy's abdomen, stirring at the connection between the front armor and the plastron of the power armor.

Even though you are a berserker of Khorne, I wear a Terminator. There are not many others in our warband, but Terminator Gaga. If there were just a few more of us, there would be more than two hundred Terminator warriors who would directly attack you in the face.

The soldiers led by Anos completed the encirclement of the Blood Disciples in an instant. The entire encirclement had been closed and the scope was shrinking.

Anos can even see the Lamenter warriors on the opposite side through the numerous enemy shadows.

The Astartes wearing ordinary power armor who then rushed in covered the entire battleship like sesame seeds, and they launched a comprehensive blockade of the enemy's retreat.

Just when Anos' attack made the enemy open up, a figure flew over like a kite and hit the wall next to Anos.

Why not a kite with a broken string? Because this figure continued to spurt out a large amount of blood, forming a blood line in the air.

The coagulated blood in the eternal Balto's body began to boil. The blood that had been coagulated for countless years began to melt as he "loyally" prayed to the brass throne. The cries of the undead and the misery of the victims The cry echoed from it, but to his ears, it was only one voice.

"Glory, glory, glory..." The sound became louder and louder, and his ears could no longer hear other sounds, only this sound that hit his heart.

In his eyes, this place is a gladiatorial arena, and only the last warrior who survives can achieve the final glory, and the Lord of the Brass Throne is watching him quietly from the highest viewing platform.

“For the Brass Throne!!!”

Anos was caught off guard. The shoulder armor that could usually withstand most of the enemy's attacks was shattered with a single punch, and a large number of metal fragments were inserted directly into Anos's body.

Anos did not hesitate, immediately sideways to avoid the enemy's second blow, and then brandished the long dagger and went straight to the enemy's door.

However, the enemy moved faster and fiercer, bursting out with infinite power like the Wailers falling into black rage.

In other words, he did fall into a chaotic black rage.

Champion of Khorne! He seems to think that if he wins this game, he will become Khorne's first champion.

His flesh and blood began to disintegrate. To be precise, his flesh and blood had long since disappeared. It was the solidified blood that burned and then disappeared into thin air.

Every time he swung, his power set off a ripple in the subspace. Every time he took a shot, the enemy's armor was destroyed by the subspace wave he brought up before being hit by him.

Crazy, he gave up his weird weapons and relied solely on his fists to fight the enemy.

Red light flashed between his fists, moving between metal and flesh with unparalleled power.

The final glory of the Sons of Sanguinius also came here. Several warriors of the Death Company had died of exhaustion, but the largest and fiercest one was still fighting.

The pharmacist's call was directly connected to his helmet. There was no pharmacist who didn't expect a warrior to defeat the Black Fury, even if there was a slight chance.

At this time, he spotted the enemy's largest warrior and believed that this enemy was Horus, who was protected by heavy Terminator Guards.

"Kill the rebels!"

"Skull Sacrifice Seat!"

The two killing gods collided with each other, and the speed of both sides was difficult for even Anos to see clearly.

A Blessed Warrior of Khorne in the Warp and a Primaris Lamenter caught in the Black Rage engage in an earth-shattering battle that astonishes even the Scythe of the Emperor warriors who stand aside to deal with other enemies.

Yifeng looked at the surveillance screen. The picture on it was blurry, but he was sure that even he might not be able to keep up with the speed of both parties.

The subspace is the enemy's home field, and we must find a way to bring the enemy into the real world.

"Navigator, where is the nearest psychic coordinate point and what force does it belong to?"

Fuzzy communication came from the navigation cabin, "The battle group is a pirate base marked by the vanguard."

Although I didn't hear clearly what it was, did the pirates still need to care about it? Jump out.

"The specific time!"

"103 seconds." It was neither long nor short, enough time for Yifeng to run to the cafeteria, and enough time to kill several Astartes.

"The whole ship is ready, make an emergency jump, and take out the enemy ships as well."

A large number of hook locks flew out from the battle barge. The enemy thought it was some kind of terrorist weapon. The close-in defense fire was extremely fierce, but there were still a few hook locks that tied up the enemy. These were the hook locks that used to pull the Retribution-class battleship on the frozen planet. The battleship was tied up directly.

With this strength, the enemy easily decoupled after just a few twists and turns, but the Wailers controlled the enemy's power core area, and the Red Torrent Battle Group that jumped over directly took over the command area.

The strong vibration caused all the soldiers to almost break their bones. The magnetic locks on their powered leg armor were tightly latched to the hull of the battleship, so the soldiers almost shook their brains as the battleship vibrated at a large and high frequency.

Except for those few Black Fury warriors.

The sudden shock interrupted the peak showdown between the two furious warriors. They jumped in the battleship and tried to get close to the enemy, but various flying debris hit the two warriors further.

The fists that were glowing red made movements that violated the physiological structure. The eternal Balto no longer had a solid body. His power armor was filled with blood. The only thing that could restrict his movements was this suit of armor.

A demon laughed playfully and invaded the moment Geller swayed, attaching itself to the armor of the Blood Disciple boss.

Hello everyone, I'm new here, please give me some advice.

A violent possessed warrior was born. He stepped on the void and strode towards his opponent. This was his arena, and there shouldn't be any living creatures except him.

The Sons of Sanguinius find it difficult to stand, let alone fight against this powerful foe.

At this moment, the roar of the mechanical engine reached everyone's ears, followed by the toothache-inducing sounds of friction and mechanical twisting.

The soldiers at the rear looked around, and they saw several red figures flying from behind them.

In the intricate passages, only the best sons of Jaghatai Khan can keep the assault motorcycles moving at high speed, and these pioneer scouts of the Red Torrent Chapter are undoubtedly the best among them.

The three warriors roared over, singing the ancient war song of the White Scar Sons. They were full of fighting spirit, holding their power swords high and pounced on the enemy, like ferocious beasts or high-profile hunters.

The Sons of the White Scars are born with a keen grasp of combat aircraft. Their talent is unparalleled. These warriors full of artistic cells use practical actions to tell the enemy that we are good at art, the art of war of hunting and killing.

They used the "trembling" battleship to make the motorcycles attack in a weird route as if they were bouncing. The three motorcycles attacked the enemy from three directions.

It's hard to imagine how these soldiers attacked the enemy from several directions in this constantly shaking and narrow passage, but these people did it.

The first power sword passed over the enemy and cut a huge crack in the enemy's armor. The warrior did not look back and handed the enemy to his teammates.

The second power sword slashes from top to bottom, trying to chop the enemy's head in half.

The demon parasitic in the armor roared at the soul level. The motorcycle rider's body stiffened briefly, while the ever-extinguishing Balto raised his fists to meet the enemy's blade.

The motorcycle almost rolled over, and the soldier decisively dropped his sword to maintain his balance.

The third power sword struck from the side. The warrior did not intend to kill the enemy, but wanted to remove the enemy's arm.

He did it. The rapid speed of the motorcycle gave his blade unparalleled lethality, and the enemy's left arm was cut off directly.

However, what happened next made the soldiers break out in cold sweat. The sharp thorns shot out directly from the wound. Even if the son of the white scar was slower, his whole body would be pierced.

The demon that inhabits the armor is an artist of blood, a master of destruction and death.

The three assault bike pilots stopped in front of the Wailers and turned around to prepare for another attack.

But they didn't notice that these violent mourners were death companies caught in the black rage. These soldiers fought regardless of the enemy or ourselves, attacking the enemy as well as their own soldiers.

A black-wrathed warrior cut the side-mounted bolter on the side of the motorcycle in half with a full blow.

The soldiers immediately threw the bolt guns out of the hanging area, and then a gun explosion occurred.

There is no time to worry about this now, the sons of Chagatai Khan thought, preparing to launch the next attack.

The motorcycle roared, and the vibration of the battleship ended. On the flat road and stable "ground", the machine soul of the assault motorcycle was impatient, urging the soldiers to attack.

The enemy once again struggled with the Black Fury warrior who stood firm, but now he was at a disadvantage.

The battleship was forcibly pulled from the warp, the enemy's blessing was weakened, and "Sanguinius" became more courageous as he fought, vowing to kill the enemy.

The assault motorcycle moved, and the two motorcycles carried out cross-attacks at extremely fast speeds, and the two swords attacked the enemy at the same time.

The two warriors looked at the prey trapped in the cage as if they were hunting. They were driving the prey away and leading it into a certain death situation.

The enemy's blood condensed into a prosthetic limb, and the demons of Khorne also did not like to use fancy "psionic magic" to fight the enemy.

The fragments of the battle armor condensed and re-wrapped the "arm". The enemy's fists exerted force at the same time, hardening the warrior's attack.

The two swords passed by, and a son of the White Scar was knocked to the ground, but his strategic mission had been achieved.

The third assault motorcycle rammed straight into the enemy, like a Dark Eldar Reaper motorcycle equipped with a deadly gravity blade. The front ram angle of this motorcycle can easily knock enemies away.

Where are the enemies now being knocked away?

The sword of "Sanguinius" has been waiting for a long time. The power sword penetrated the chest of the enemy who "flew himself", and even the thinking of this warrior who was deeply trapped in the black rage was briefly clear.

"Death has caught up with you, traitor."

The demons on the battleship continued to attack the warriors who rushed in. This battleship had just rushed in from the real world and there were no demons on board yet, but in the battle just now, many demons entered the battleship.

Not only the guys from the Khorne forces, but also the demons from other forces appeared here.

You can even see several demons from different factions struggling together, just so that they can host the item that satisfies them, and now they begin to attack the Astartes.

After jumping into real space, their existence time has entered the countdown.

The blood demon condensed its original shape. This demon that almost lost its fixed shape was an alien from an ancient world. The environment they lived in was very special, which caused them to look like cells with a hardened membrane on the outside. Wrapped with important internal organs and "blood", even so, their race has good psychic talents. He was also spotted by Khorne and went on a killing expedition that never returned.

Countless enemies have died at its hands, and for each enemy it kills, it absorbs a drop of blood from the enemy's psychic organs into itself, and now it is as huge as a Terminator warrior.

At William's request, the Lamenters withdrew to deal with the soldiers of their own death company, while the soldiers of Red Red Flow methodically replaced their psychic bombs.

Isn't it a devil? Isn't it the Khorne force? Did we fight too little?

Let's get started, brothers.

Facing the enemy of Khorne, this group of warriors who have a deep hatred for Khorne are more Khorne than the enemy.

Soldiers who "came from afar" joined the battlefield. The reason why these soldiers who came from the Evermark Mountains did not arrive on the battlefield for a long time was because they installed ammunition compartments and ammunition supply chains behind their armors.

I'll make a calculation with someone's fingers. You mourners who came in first are out of ammunition. Step back. It's time for my warrior performance next.

The style of play is a bit team-based, but it is an independent group.

Yifeng openly wanted to take this battleship as his own, and he would not let go of any opportunity to gain important combat power. The weapons and Terminator armor that the Weepers had taken away had instead become a blockage. The smelly socks in their mouths.

These warriors poured massive amounts of firepower onto the battlefield, pulverizing even the nimble Daemons of Slaanesh.

This blood demon rushed towards the warriors like water. It was not using some strange witchcraft, but this was how their race attacked.

The red torrent warriors are not used to it. They are undecided when encountering difficulties and wash the ground with flames.

Lightning and flames in the plasma state can cause damage to energy bodies, but the damage can be large or small. But now, no matter how much damage is done, the amount of damage is sufficient.

Several warriors who had lost their chainswords or power swords took out combat daggers strapped to their thighs.

In ordinary battle groups, those mediocre warriors cannot apply for power swords or chain swords until they have achieved sufficient battle merits. That is an honor, but it is only an ordinary battle group. My family is not short of equipment, but it is short of people. They all pick the best ones for me!

The combat dagger, as the most basic combat knife of the Astartes, is available in two hands.

The flamethrower spit out tongues of fire, and beside it were warriors who were ready to attack. When the blood demon whose body was covered with black fragments rushed out of the promethium-fueled flame circle, various war blades struck it.

Then all the blades bounced away.

Its hardened "skin" is extremely tough and cannot be pierced, and the corrosive blood it spits out carries a lot of whispers of chaos. There are countless little demons living on it. Even if it is contaminated even a little, it will make loyal warriors angry. They are crazy.

This may be the reason why the Eighth Company of the Emperor's Wolves rebelled, William thought, but the psychic bombs in his hands did not stop firing. These bombs exploded violently on the enemy, causing visible scars, and were later killed by the enemy. The blood gushing out of the body was repaired.

Not long after the battle, the enemy's body has shrunk by 10%, and the opponent is probably confused. He has never encountered such a dense and uninterrupted psychic bomb attack. Is this how such precious bombs are scattered?

if not? Why do you need psychic bombs if you don't fight demons?

The entire floor was burning, and the smell of metal was extremely unpleasant. The demon of Khorne had no intention of retreating. Instead, spikes kept coming out of its round body to attack the warriors. The armor of the warriors who were hit seemed to have endured an extremely heavy blow. With the huge amount of attacks, the shield systems of several Terminator armors were almost overloaded.

These are physical attacks, but they are physical attacks fired with frighteningly high concentrations of energy.

Sisyphus's Think Tank launched a bolt of psychic lightning to bombard the Blood Demon. This Think Tank had not used this type of attack for a long time. He was too far away and did not dare to launch the Pumpkin Hammer.

This think tank was charging with all his strength, and the pumpkin hammer in his hand was faintly glowing with destructive light. Even the weepers who didn't know the details took the initiative to get out of the way.

Sisyphus was ordered by Yifeng to end the battle immediately, but to preserve his effective strength.

The distance between the two sides was rapidly approaching. When the blood demon saw Sisyphus, it sensed extreme danger, and the psychic warning almost caused fluctuations in its body.

Taking this opportunity, the assault motorcycle team that had been far away returned and their spare weapons were removed. These secondary weapons are usually bolt guns, but Yifeng said that we have enough equipment and you can modify it yourself.

Therefore, the strange combination of bolt guns and tactical knives appeared. These sons of white scars used their blades to cut through the enemy's body at extremely fast speeds, and the bolt bombs successfully tore apart the enemy's body defense at close range.

The blade cut into the enemy's body, and the blood demon made an undefined sound. Its blood was flowing, and the blood dripped onto the floor, popping and corroding a big hole. The tactical blades that penetrated deep into its body were on the motorcycle. When the hand was pulled out, only the handle was left.

The overflowing blood soaked the floor around the blood demon. The floor, which had been ravaged by the burning promethium element, was overwhelmed and a big hole was corroded. The demon just fell to the next floor in a daze.

Two heirs of the Imperial Fist holding storm shields happened to pass by, and they immediately rewarded it with two explosive shells.

Since they don't know that the enemy is a demon, their explosive shells are still Kraken-type armor-piercing shells used against Chaos Warriors, and the damage to the demons is limited.

The blood demon stood up. For an alien like it, fully spreading its body was a sign of rage.

However, the warrior who jumped from the corroded hole made it unqualified to talk about anger.

Sisyphus hit the demon hard with a jumping slash. It exploded like a balloon, and blood spread all over the surrounding buildings. The blood did not continue to corrode, but burned like fuel. A golden flame.

"Captain Yifeng, the enemy has been killed."

A large number of warriors swept through the entire battleship. These numbers were enough to capture an entire Chaos world without Chaos warriors stationed in a short period of time.

Whether it's Nurgle or Slaanesh, Khorne or Tzeentch, the little devils can only retreat to the subspace when they encounter such a martial-minded scrubbing in the real space.

But time is running out for these warriors. The Lamenters have barely managed to gather the Death Company back, and now may have to send it out again.

Yifeng feels very uncomfortable now. The battle group has indeed jumped into the real world. In front of him is a near-dead world filled with all kinds of chaotic forces. I don't know when this world was captured, but it has become a peripheral base of the chaotic forces.

Pirates are indeed pirates, but why are they red pirates?