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

Hearing this, Situ Waer looked at Yifeng in confusion.

Although this approach is completely rational, it doesn't quite make sense.

In his impression, it seemed that this despicable white-scarred boy would always be a protector of the calf.

"Yi Feng, I would like to conduct a physical examination on you to confirm... the harm to the Astartes' body and mind caused by long-term exposure to anti-psionic power."

"The war is not over yet, Stuart, let's talk about it later."

Yifeng wanted to leave, but Situ Waer grabbed his hand.

"This will directly affect the command of this battle. Brother Yifeng, let William take over the command. You follow me."

Yifeng followed Situ Val's pull and gradually moved away from the team until only the great pharmacist could hear his words.

"Are you surprised by what I said about Kurosel? Brother Stuart, I admit that there are some problems."

Yifeng watched many battles with the Dark Angels. He could not understand many of the actions, nor could he understand the use of many weapons, because he had not experienced those difficult and glorious years. The foundation of the war group was not acquired overnight. Every ancient sacred object was created with countless human lives in the long history.

"I'm trying to understand the actions of the Dark Angels. Now I can at least understand a little bit. Why do the equipment that can be put into use at the beginning of the war be taken out only when the situation is about to collapse? It is obvious that using it at the beginning of the war will save many brothers from being killed."

"I understand, but I refuse to accept it. Please don't forget the promise you made three hundred years ago."

Yifeng felt strange, "First of all, it was three hundred and seventy-one years ago."

Then, the teacher's words were as faint as a mosquito's fly, "Secondly, you son of Dorn is really unreasonable. What you said, I can't say..."

The teacher's harsh words quickly disappeared without a trace. The two people, like lonely old men reunited, chatted about a lot of things at the fastest speed, and then hurriedly parted.

Yifeng quickly sat back on the Silver Throne, and through his "own job", a command center function issued an order for the fleet to re-dispatch to intercept the empire's pursuit force, and ordered Fulusi to lead the Tianxiong Army to support the Wolf Soldiers and resolve the battle as soon as possible .

Slaanesh is having convulsions, right? I'll write it down in my notebook and shoot at your house another day.

As a force that has simultaneously provoked the Blood God, attracted the attention of Tzeentch, and gained the attention of Slaanesh, the Red Flow is using a destructive attitude to cleanse the enemies in the battleship.

Kazanev directly led the Terminator army to jump into the space hulk and fought into a group of screaming monsters.

Crazy cultists are either covered in fat, with blasphemous runes carved on their skin, or they are dressed in gorgeous silks, with ribbons of hundreds of colors wrapped around their bodies to replace the role of skin.

More of them were Qixing perverts with naked flesh and blood, waving various ceremonial instruments to fight against the soldiers.

The reason why it is said to be a confrontation is because they also have the assistance of some demons. The demon that came out this time has something to do with the Masquerade. It is a gluttonous demon that will devour all living creatures. It moves very slowly and has rough skin. It can be used as a movable wall.

It will follow the masquerade and devour those creatures that die from exhaustion. Of course, Slaanesh does not feed waste.

Strictly speaking, these things are variants of silkworms. They can spit out various colorful silks, and the clothes they weave into are light and gorgeous. They are deeply loved by dancers and are often used when dancing certain fairy dances.

.......The kind of use that is pulled out directly from the buttocks of silkworms.

Demons as big as Land Raiders blocked the corridors of the space hulk. Several ships lost in the realm of desire were merged together. The large ship was divided into small ones. block.

The Terminators tried their best to fight in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, but the occupation of the entire battleship was extremely slow.

Kazanev's lightning-powered claws accurately tore apart the fat demon's body, or in other words, the opponent was just lying there, waiting for the mad wolf's attack.

The lightning was eliminated by the blasphemous demonic power, and the decomposition stance cut open the opponent's hard outer skin again and again, but the ancient green skin healed extremely quickly.

In the constant fighting, those demons will eventually become shriveled up and emaciated, until their bodies can no longer resist the power of the lightning-powered claws, and are finally exiled to the subspace.

In the next area, there is another such "silkworm" demon and countless believers.

They would occasionally move, turning their cylindrical mouths full of fangs and barbs. The inside was as deep as a black hole. Every time their huge bodies squirmed, a large number of corpses of believers were automatically sucked into their mouths like a whirlwind of debris.

It eats everything.

The warriors tried to break through its mouth, and the powered broadsword accurately cut into the mouth, mixing with the fangs and sharp teeth, making a violent impact. Amid waves of numbing tremors, the soldiers had to give up the idea.

There was no progress in breaking through from the tail. The silk seemed to have some kind of real-world resistance. A warrior aimed the melt at the opponent's butt, but the "silkworm" demon could spray out emergency "silk" and faced the melt. It can also be resisted.

If you use plasma, the remaining silk will stick to your body, temporarily binding the adamantine warrior.

Its terrifying toughness can support the silk thread to be pulled by the servo system, adding huge resistance to the movement of the warrior.

When the advancement of the Terminator warriors stalled, more Slaanesh demons appeared from the surroundings. Some were influenced by the masked dancers and were still dancing. Their slender bodies and elegant dance postures did not affect their ferocity in fighting. Terminators They could have avoided many casualties had they been veterans of the Dark Eldar battles.

Kazaniv rarely called for fire support from the adamantine warriors, as if he was tired of the meaningless slashing in front of him.

It's time to live up to my Luna Wolf tradition, I have many brothers.

Hearing the words "the fiercest fire support", the Iron Hands took the lead in dispatching, and a small group of Iron Warriors who stayed behind on the mothership were also ready to dispatch, which directly led to the gathering of the Scions of Dorne.

Originally, the People's Light was full of Wolf Brothers and Blood Angels, and there were very few other gene-seed warriors. This almost made the People's Light become a veritable flying blood coffin.

As this virtuous reinforcements entered the battlefield, the battle finally ushered in a turning point. If you can't hit it with one shot, use two guns. If you can't hit it with two shots, then... Give me the east-west artillery group. Give me. Concentrate your firepower on its first line of defense.

The door-blocking strategy was meaningless in the face of the wall-penetration strategy. The Iron Warriors directly blasted the wall and attacked the demon from the side.

The war situation in the space hulk is improving, but inside the Gothic-class battleship, the war situation is still not optimistic.

Rogier has been fighting for a long time. He feels that his mouth is dry and his strength is drying up. It is not the kind of dryness where the flesh and blood are sore and the hands and feet are heavy, but the sense of emptiness that is completely disconnected from the hands and feet is eroding him.

The side effects of the combat potion had begun to show. He was kicked in the chest by the masked dancer and fell to the ground. Then the beloved demon danced briskly on the old wolf's front breastplate, constantly lifting his skirt. Invite him to admire what's underneath your skirt.

The masked dancer's movements became more and more frivolous, bouncing on the old wolf's body, making "giggles" of laughter.

To it, this anti-psionic armor is like a hot iron plate, and it dances passionately with its toes on it, which is really exciting.

I have a thrilling feeling that Lord Slaanesh is going to eat me in the next moment.

Rogier kept cursing and raised his arms with all his strength. He could not stand up. Every counterattack of his arms was as slow as the growth of a tree. Every time he stood up with force from his waist, the devil's terrifying and swift kicks would hit him hard. on his chest, returning his back to the ground.

"For Russ, for the whole father!" Rogier was still shouting, but the surrounding wolf brothers almost didn't attack him, and none of them even accidentally hit his body.

The power of the devil is binding these wolf brothers. The corruption is deep in the bone marrow. The powerful corruption from Slaanesh has spread into the prototype of a realm. The wolf brothers cannot control their limbs, as if someone has tied them with ropes. The body carries out activities.

Originally, under the protection of the anti-psychic power, they could still move freely, but as the battle continued, this big demon-level demon was gradually gaining the upper hand.

Although its attack power and defense power are very poor, its corruption has increased infinitely with the passage of time. Relying on its agile movement, Brother Wolf has been dragged into its war rhythm.

The ceiling shines with twisted aurora, a gorgeous stage of joy. Wherever the demon walks, the ship is also corrupted by the power it radiates. This cabin is being dragged into the realm of Slaanesh. This is an unimaginable result.

The meningeal fluid of the Tau clan has boiled to its peak, and the great demon's power has been achieved.

Rogier's Belisarius Furnace was suddenly triggered, and he couldn't even feel what fatal injuries he had suffered. The old wolf's mechanical eyes were completely shattered when he looked at the demon.

Machine Soul: Wow~~~I saw something unclean, I can’t do it anymore, ah~~

Rogier tried to sing the ancient songs of Fenris in the communication channel, but the effect was very poor. The person behind him was not a Fenris wolf.

The situation continued until the arrival of the Tianxiong Army. The Tianxiong Army joined the battlefield with missiles and flames. They were so powerful that they passed by the wolf brothers who were dancing and twisting in an instant. Those soldiers were trying their best to control their bodies and that root. Invisible line confrontation, do not swing the butcher's knife at your comrades.

"Frussia! A quick victory."

Frusci wielded a sledgehammer, and think tanks also wielded a sledgehammer.

The lightning hammer from the Black Temple was swung from the left, and the Frussian sacred armor blessed by the Baina Robe reappeared on the battlefield, and the sacred power hammer was swung at the masked dancer's head from the right.

The demon was not afraid, this slow attack could not bring any threat to it, but Volus' movements were surprisingly fast.

.....

Volus is a veteran of the highest caliber. As we all know, Red Torrent...only elite veterans are eligible to choose to wear power armor.

This armor made of the flames of the people carried strong spiritual energy fluctuations. The cloak robe composed of the broken battle flags of various mortal companies once again roared fiercely in the dirty air of the battlefield. Volus used all his strength to raise his head high. Jumping up, the blow he swung was locked with psychic energy.

Slaanesh's strong blessing burst out, and his opponent who saw the masked dancer unconsciously wanted to dance. In Volus' field of vision, the entire space was constantly distorting and undulating, and it seemed that he could only dance with the frequency of the distortion of the space. , to see things clearly normally.

The think tank was even more miserable. He was swinging his sledgehammer in the air. He was a prophet, trying to judge the next action of this great demon, but the violent backlash of chaos caused him to spit out a large mouthful of blood. His eyes suddenly exploded, and blood beads were sprinkled all over the place. sky.

He chose to believe what he predicted and swung the lightning hammer forward.

The masquerade girl teased the think tank with her gorgeous dance moves. She stuck out her butt, and the silk swung up from her legs, hitting the lightning hammer heavily. The soft clothes were as hard as steel at the moment. Although they were penetrated by electric current, they ignited thickly. There was a lot of black smoke, but it still gave the think tank the illusion of hitting its target.

However, it didn't expect that a power hammer on its shoulder was as hot as fire, shattering its shoulder. In an instant, the world was spinning, and a feeling of weightlessness that it hadn't experienced in many years enveloped its delicate body.

Volus's eyes were filled with blood.

Loyalists are sharp blades against demons. The blood of righteous men can water the explosive bombs, making them holy explosives for the Gray Knights to deal with demons, not to mention the hard work of a loyal think tank.

The mouthful of blood spit out from the think tank's mouth splashed in the air, covering Volus's tactical eyepiece.

The twisted space became extremely clear, and through the purification of blood, every twist of the devil was clearly displayed in front of the soldier's son.

.,...

The masked dancer fell so fast that it exceeded the think tank's falling speed, and hit Rogier's armor hard. The old wolf who was about to get up was hit and fell down again.

After the dancer's whole body was pressed against the old wolf, she no longer had the thrill of jumping on a hot iron plate before, but instead had the disgusting feeling of falling on a warm pile of Nurgle's favorite thing.

The lightning hammer then fell.

The prophetic think tank was right in the end, but the process was a little bumpy. His hammer hit the demon lying on the adamantine armor steadily.

He lost his eyesight and suffered the pain caused by the anti-psychic energy next to the old wolf, but he still raised the warhammer again.

"Unite together and liberate all mankind!" The think tank's voice trembled.

"Just like that, just smash it down." Volus shouted, and the think tank was willing to obey his command.

The two men transformed themselves into the sons of salamanders, and struck the "iron felt" with sledgehammers.

"哐~~" Lightning flowed on the "perfect" body.

"哐~~" The mortal warrior wrapped in horse leather roared with obsession.

The two warriors beat each other alternately, and the intensive attack made it impossible for the big demon to evade. The chest would be hit steadily, the whole body was broken, and the pit in the chest became deeper and deeper.

Its screams and voices broke through the barriers of reality, completely detonating the dancing curse on the wolf brothers.

Rogier endured attacks that were unimaginable to ordinary people. The repeated blows and close contact with the Great Demon of Slaanesh finally made him unable to bear it anymore and he fainted completely.

After another hard battle, the demon was completely banished, and everyone had time to check on Rogier's injuries.

The Tianxiong Army only carried back the entire squad and a half of the wolf warriors after the battle. The aftereffects of the dancing were still not eliminated, and the muscles of some soldiers were still spasming involuntarily.

Situ Val was a little at a loss.

Because something is wrong with the wolf brothers.

That's not Chaos corruption, it seems to be the famous werewolf transformation.

Being in the anti-psionic armor for a long time has suppressed the mutations of the Russ genes very well, but under the strong corruption impact of the Chaos Demon, these genes seemed to be unblocked.

The scream before the demon was exiled completely awakened the wild nature of the wolf.

"Aww~~~" the wolf howled melodiously.

The remaining warriors of the Sixth Company were howling outside, bidding farewell to their brothers who had returned to the throne. Death came so suddenly. The Lucius Warband plus a cursed demon could have slaughtered a weaker warband.

The wolf soldiers underestimated the enemy, which cost them a heavy price.

The fire is a good medicine for healing scars, and wine and barbecue are the most soothing. Ans and his brothers sat by the fire. They thought that the veterans who were carried out from the infirmary would be veterans wrapped in bandages. Maybe they were passing by. Sometimes they would suddenly reach out and steal a bottle of wine, but they saw werewolves bound to crosses and locked tightly.

Some of them completely lost their minds and were completely addicted to bloodlust. Hook-like claws burst out from their fingers, their muscles swelled, thick hair covered more places, and fangs drilled out of their mouths, looking ferocious. horrible.

There are also some warriors who have maintained a high degree of sanity. Although they turned into werewolves and muttered: "This is a curse, a curse, stay away from me..." But their bodies did not struggle at all, and the chains stayed in place quietly. There was a swishing sound.

It is difficult for the Atris wolves to understand the current situation, Situ Val does not know what to do, and Rogier's situation is equally serious.

The great apothecary tried to cure him and bring him to his senses.

Werewolf rage has the characteristics of a psychic plague. If a wolf brother is surrounded by brothers who talk too much about werewolves, then he will also be awakened to the rage deep in his genes, making it easier to succumb to rage.

After staying away from all the werewolves, Rogier regained his consciousness. His speed and strength improved astonishingly, but his adaptability to existing equipment was completely lost.

He spoke with difficulty. Lycanthropy is not fatal, but it is not suitable to exist in the war group.

"Freeze us," Rogier seemed to have exhausted all his strength, whimpering, "like...just like those angels, the Death Company."

The wolf's genes were roaring, and Situ Val was hesitant because Rogier had maintained a considerable degree of sanity, and now...

"Leave everything to Kuroseil."

Situ Val suddenly leaned into the old wolf's ear and roared loudly: "Kuluo Saier is dead. Stand up. The Sixth Company needs your leadership."

He saw Rogier's muscles visibly swelled, and those weak words disappeared, replaced by violent wolf howls.

The chains binding his limbs instantly straightened, and Situ Val was hugged by strong muscles. The werewolf's fangs aimed at his neck and were about to stab him.

The great pharmacist was well prepared and punched the old wolf in the stomach, along with a large amount of sedatives.

The scalpel penetrated Rogier's body accurately and gracefully. After removing his power and transforming into a werewolf, his body structure underwent a lot of changes. Situ Val finally stopped him with a "physical anesthesia punch".

The chains that bound his arms were not broken, but the bed was torn in half by Rogier, and half of the iron frame bed was connected with chains, swinging like a meteor hammer.

"Stuvar...you..."

"Look, you have controlled yourself, Rogier. We need your leadership. Your werewolf warriors are waiting for your rescue."

The old wolf shook his head, he knew how barbaric he was now.

"In addition, Kuroseil is really gone. I don't know if the communication channel was interfered with when you were fighting the devil, but he is now... no different from the false Saint Les."

Rogier wanted to run away again on the spot, but was suppressed after taking two steps.

"Pass my order, Ans is responsible for commanding all the wolf brothers, let me and the werewolf brothers sleep next to the big think tank."

"Is this really good? Losing two... wolves in one battle? Is that what you said? The Sixth Company will fall into chaos."

Rogier lay down on the floor. His thick hair and rushing blood made him unable to feel the coldness of the floor.

"Do it. Even if you die, the remaining wolf brothers will still follow in the footsteps of brother Yifeng and tell him that wolves will never betray."

.......

When the bad news about Rogier came, Yifeng looked at himself with some doubts, and at the soldier who delivered the report with some doubts.

I asked Volus to support me, but I still let Brother Wolf suffer such heavy casualties?

What happened to this world?

For the first time, Yifeng had doubts about his command.

Therefore, his first order was: "Carry the Wei army and quickly support Kazanev. I don't want anything to happen again. Quickly deal with the enemy."

Grandma, I just owed Rogier a bottle of wine to see off Kurosel. You and I will do this?

Yifeng stood up. Bei Weijun at the door hesitated. The division commander is here again? I feel like...should I stop him?

......

Rogier met Yifeng one last time before entering the stasis position.

"I haven't succumbed to this curse in the past nine hundred years. Don't be sad. The probability of returning from werewolf transformation is much greater than the black rage. You see, I haven't lost my mind yet. You can still trust me... While hunting.”

Yifeng had never heard the old wolf speak in such a vague tone. The curse of genes was also a blessing. There was no doubt that he became better at fighting.

"I cannot guarantee that civilians will not be accidentally killed. That is not the style of our battle group. Seal us."

These words and Lao Lang's determination to stand still are deeply engraved in the memory of every warrior present.

These words eventually echoed in Yifeng's memories countless times, reminding him of what we were fighting for.

I am fighting for humanity.

Look now, human beings are bleeding like rivers.