I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 139 Traveler: It's weird, it feels like something is growing out
The hurricane howled high above the mechanical spires, dyeing the scarlet sky black and gray.

Mephiston looked at the sky wearily. It was really shocking.
If he still has enough strength, he can create a hurricane that can change the weather in a short time.
But like that man, he suddenly appeared deep in the enemy camp and released this unstoppable storm in an instant.
This is also a difficult task for Mephiston.
Especially when the opponent also has psychic units and is shrouded in the shadow of the subspace, the transmission itself will be hindered.
But the man seemed unaffected. What kind of technology did his door use?
Warp? Webway? Gravity well? None of them look like it.
Mephiston couldn't think of a solution for a while.
"Roar!!!!"

The roar of the beast sounded, and a Tyranid executioner roared and charged towards the column of Blood Angels.

The first group of Terminator warriors quickly fought back, and the Blood Guards behind them immediately raised their weapons.
Mephiston raised his finger.

A bolt of lightning thicker than a human suddenly shot out, and the scorching subspace lightning directly penetrated the executioner's body, leaving a hideous bloody hole.

"Hurry up." Mephiston said in a low voice.

He was indeed too tired, and the energy consumed in fighting against the hive will was too great. The psychic lightning he released was unable to kill the executioner in one blow.

The Terminators and the Holy Blood Guards seemed to have gotten used to the outrageous psychic powers of their chief think tank, and they quickly killed the executioner.

"Mephiston, you need to rest." Dante watched the scene, patted Mephiston on the shoulder and said.

"My Lord, but we must hurry," Mephiston said, staring at the gate of the Thinker's Spire in front of him.

Through here, they can enter the mechanical spire, find the control console in the spire, and control the grand prism to release the scorching light.

Of course, it's not just the Blood Angels who are taking action.

Mephiston glanced at the Death Mark assassin who thought no one could see them.
These aliens hid in pocket dimensions, thinking that no one could find them.

Traveler. Do Allakel and Dante trust each other? Of course not.

Both the Undead and the Blood Angels were suspicious of each other and wary of each other.

That is why Traveler Anrakel's Death Mark assassins followed the Blood Angels' team silently.

If a Blood Angel betrays or acts against his will, the Death Mark assassins will point their neuralgia at them.

This is why Dante asked Mephiston to conserve his strength, because he knew that only Mephiston could stop all this at that time.

The Undead and Blood Angels split into two teams.

The Blood Angels are responsible for starting from the Contemplator's Gate and entering the Mechanical Spire from above.
The Necromancers entered the lower nest, bypassed the frontal defense of the Zerg, and entered the mechanical spire from bottom to top.

Dante and the traveler Anrakel both understood that whoever entered the mechanical spire first and took control of the grand prism would have the initiative.
Dante swung the Axe of Mortalis in his hand at high speed, and he led the Holy Blood Guards to fly like an eagle, slaughtering the swarms of insects that formed an array to intercept them. The defense line formed by the Terminator Guards was like solid tank armor, advancing bit by bit in the sea of ​​insects.

As the powerful psychic Mephiston withdrew from the battle, Reina began to control her psychic power to take his place.
Of course, Reina's psychic powers are much weaker.

"thunder!!!"

Lena roared loudly, and a psychic lightning as thick as her wrist pierced the Tyranid warrior not far away.
However, Reina's roar was heard by the warrior, and he quickly dodged.

Mephiston, who was standing by, watched Rena use her psychic power and tried hard not to sigh.

This illegal psychic's use of psychic power is so crude that he needs the assistance of sound.

However, her psychic power is a bit strange. It seems that it is not entirely natural, but partly comes from external infusion.
This external infusion greatly enhanced her psychic power. If she undergoes rigorous training
Mephiston glanced at Reina.
Unfortunately, she is a woman.
If it is a male, although he is a bit older, the transformation surgery of the Blood Angels is relatively less picky, and the success rate is still acceptable. After being transformed into an Astartes, he can become an excellent think tank.
Unfortunately, she is a woman. There is nothing we can do about it. The Emperor never designed a female Astartes.
Mephiston shook his head helplessly, and his attention to Reina plummeted.

However, the Sisters of Battle and the Cadia Assault Force also seem to want to recruit her.
"Channel your psychic energy with your instincts, not your voice."

"But when using psionics, you need to use knowledge and wisdom, not shouting and impulse."

Mephiston looked at Reina's crude psychic skills and gave her some pointers.

Reina nodded blankly, but her instructions wouldn't be of much use for a while.

She understands the principles, but what are knowledge and wisdom?
At this moment, a sharp sound of wind suddenly rang in Reina's ears.

A powerful hurricane suddenly hit the battlefield, and for a moment Lena thought that Zhou Yun had returned with his pocket tornado.

But when Reina turned her head to look in the direction where the hurricane was roaring, her eyes couldn't help but widen.

In front of Commander Dante, who was holding the Axe of Motalit, a huge winged shadow fell from the clouds and spread its ferocious wings.

The fierce wind howled, blowing on Commander Dante's golden power armor, making a crackling sound.
Commander Dante's blond hair mixed with white silk fluttered in the wind. He raised his face with the golden mask of Sanguinius slightly and looked at the Tyranid beast that fell from the sky. It was a Tyranid Hive Flying Tyrant, a winged subspecies of Tyrant that specialized in flying.
Hive Tyrants use it against the spawn of Angels.

Allakhar was ashamed and felt his honor was dishonored.

He deployed the Death Mark Assassin to Dante's side.
Damn it, damn Zarathusa, he has disgraced the honor of being a hegemon.

It is dishonorable to use a Death Mark Assassin, especially against someone of equal nobility.

Although he would not admit it, Anlakel knew the nobility of Mr. Dante. He was a man of honor and worthy of respect, even if he was only a human being.

But those Death Mark assassins did not belong to Anrakel. They were the troops of Zarasusa, the overlord of the Mefrett Dynasty in the Hades Galaxy, who called himself "He who must not be called by his name". They were called the Silent Blade.

Anrakel couldn't help but think of the scene when he met Zarasusa.

Zarasusa woke up from his deep sleep, and his body, glowing orange, slowly stood up. He posed in front of Anrakel and yawned fakely.

"Please address me as the Great and Honorable One Who Must Not Be Named, Honorable Traveler," he said, looking at Anrakel with his orange eyes.

Anrakel nodded slightly, "I understand, Zarasusa."

Then Anrakel saw inexplicable anger in Zarasusa's gleaming eyes.
Why did this man suddenly get angry? Anlakaier was puzzled at the time.

Looking back now, maybe he really did become insane in his sleep. Otherwise, how could he show such inexplicable anger and forget his honor?

Anlakaier's thoughts became increasingly confused.

For some reason, after arriving in the Hades Galaxy, he always felt that his thoughts and emotions became somewhat active, as if he had adapted to the environment of this galaxy.

He even had a strange feeling that something was slowly growing and lighting up inside his metal body.
It's really weird.
But soon, the sounds of the battlefield drove Anrakel's thoughts away.

His Necromancers formed an island of steel, advancing among the dense swarms of insects in the Lower Nest.

Anrakel's subordinates used Gaussian decomposition beams and Tesla lightning to weave a net, turning thousands of knife bugs, gun bugs and gargoyles into ashes.
Sometimes, more elite Tyranid warriors would charge in front of Anrakel.

At this time, Anrakel will swing his scythe to take the life of the node creature.

But the Tyranids' resistance was so strong that even the Undead were falling in this sea of ​​chitin.

From a distance, Anrakel's troops looked like metal soap gradually dissolving in a sea of ​​insects, melting and bubbling bit by bit.

Anlakaier was anxious about this, and what made him most anxious was
He seems to be lost.
The sea of ​​insects was too numerous and too dense, and he could only roughly control the direction. It seemed that he had missed the scheduled assembly point.

This made Anrakel feel embarrassed and ashamed. If he had known earlier, he would have let the human female who was responsible for leading the way follow him.

The direction that Anrakel calibrated, heading towards the bottom area of ​​the industrial zone
Sharp sickle-shaped claws came through the air, quickly tearing apart the immortals standing at the front of the queue.

The roar of a beast sounded. It was a Tyranid giant with two sickle claws. It was a Tyranid Hive Tyrant.
Its physique far exceeds that of the Undead Overlord, and Anrakel seems a little small in front of it.
The beast's sickle claws cut towards Anraqel,
The scythe in Anrakel's hand, which was flashing with crackling energy fields, collided with it.

Just a tyrant?
Anlaqel felt a little disappointed.

Generals against generals, kings against kings, overlords against overlords, this is the way to honor.
Anrakel would rather face the Swarm Overlord than the slightly inferior Hive Tyrant.

"Forget it, this is still fair." Anrakel shook his head.

The warriors of the Mevreite Dynasty tried to stand in front of the tyrant and protect Anrakel from harm.
But Allakal rejected them. This was a battle he would win alone.

The battle between overlords and tyrants.

Anrakel's scythe seemed to sense its master's emotions, and the energy field on it suddenly lit up, as if it were a living creature feeling joy.

Anrakel and the giant beast collided with each other.

　I am thinking about giving my brothers something to smoke after I finish writing this volume.
　　Alla Kell/Dante/Battle Sister/Hive Tyrant, which one do you like? All are the author's scumbag version

　　
　
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