Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 263 What are you waiting for?
The howling banshee suddenly appeared and kept attacking Sharokin with her dart pistol while moving quickly. The sound of cutting was heard from the surface of the power armor.

Sharokin calmly pulled the trigger on the fine plasma pistol in his hand, firing a series of blazing beams of destructive power, forcing the Howling Banshees to dodge repeatedly. Given the Eldar's fragile nature, it was impossible for them to withstand the plasma attack without using psychic power.

This reminded Nikona of the Necrons he had encountered before. Their most common means of attack was Gauss rays, which was enough to render the opponent's defense ineffective.

"So the Eldar completely abandoned defense in order to fight the Necrons, and used extreme speed and agility to dodge?"

"No, I can't defeat these two spirits quickly if they join forces. They are powerful and impressive."

He rushed too far forward, and the battle brothers behind him were still quite far away, but the Crow of Mourning never felt sad about fighting alone. He preferred to walk alone in the shadows.

The Necron Star God Phase Sword in his hand turned into a sword flower, blocking those annoying single-molecule darts. They could not penetrate the protection of the Star-type power armor, but could constantly interfere with Sharokin's attention.

He approached swiftly with the Raven Guard's signature shadow steps, intending to kill the howling banshee who came out to disrupt the situation with a single sword.

The Eldar girl realized that she could not dodge in time and the terrifying phase weapon was right in front of her. In order to survive, she activated the "Banshee Mask" she was wearing. This special Aida armored helmet contained an ultrasonic loudspeaker, and the screams of the howling banshee were instantly amplified several times.

In the face of the frenzied sound waves, all objects had their surface materials stripped away. Giant trees had their tissues stripped away layer by layer starting from the bark, and turned into debris on the ground as if they had been weathered.

Sharokin only felt a fierce sound wave coming in front of him, and his brain was shaking as if it was hit by a heavy hammer, which made his movements slow down by several steps in an instant.

The next second, the Thinker system of the power armor activated the sound insulation mode, and the air between the partitions was quickly discharged, forming a thin vacuum curtain.

The Ear of Lyman controls the hearing changes, making the screams of the Howling Banshee less loud.

"This is not just a sonic attack, it also contains a spiritual battle cry impact."

"If it was a human whose will was wavering, he would have been completely stunned by this blow and become a lamb to be slaughtered."

Sharokin felt a slight numbness in his fingertips. This was not due to some biological toxin, but rather a shock to his mental will.

The Savage Eldar and the Ark Eldar are like two different species. The former are still raising dinosaurs on Pandora, while the latter have displayed endless means in combat.

The Ark Eldar's tribe warriors are the embodiment of this research.

This kind of mental attack is indeed difficult to resist.

"What is the limit of your ability?" Sharokin suddenly asked. He wanted to try if he could bear more.

The howling banshee waved the gleaming power sword in her hand. She tried her best to cooperate with the ranger's offensive, trying to find loopholes in Nikonna's swordsmanship.

But as the sword fight dragged on, she found somewhat helplessly that the human in front of her seemed truly invulnerable. His opponent's two-handed sword could handle every tricky Eldar sword technique and counter it with ease.

Sharokin's question completely irritated the howling red-haired banshee. These ferocious and warlike elves were extremely angry at the contempt and laziness shown by humans.

"My limit? As you wish!"

On the reinforced bone armor of the Howling Banshee, the crystal clear soul stone was shining at this moment, surging spiritual energy was surging, and the flowing red hair was overflowing from the top of her head like a lion's mane.

The dragon-like battle roar was amplified by the banshee mask into a deadly psychic shock wave. Sharokin held the Star God Phase Sword and inserted his power sword into the ground, ready for confrontation.

Ilic Nightspear was puzzled by the enemy's strange behavior, but he retreated slightly, avoiding the Howling Banshee's attack range. Even a legendary ranger didn't want to experience the feeling of having his mind thrown into a crusher.

The black-armored Space Marine stood there like a sculpture, his tactical helmet goggles glowing red, making it impossible to see the expression on the face beneath the helmet.

The powerful mental shock waves tortured Sharokin's will, but the heart of the son of Corax was as strong and stubborn as a reef in the stormy waves.

He discovered with some regret that compared to the pain brought by the cruel betrayal of Istvaan V and what he had experienced after escaping from it, the mental attack of the Howling Banshee was nothing.

Very general.

Sharokin crawled back from death more than once. Too many brothers who were stronger than him died helplessly on that battlefield. He had to inherit their will and bring the most just revenge to the traitors.

He drew his sword, activated his power armor, and walked towards the howling banshee step by step.

"What kind of monster are you?"

The howling banshee couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. She felt that the black-armored warrior's heart was extremely broken, and it was so dark like a black hole that she couldn't see his true appearance.

"I am Nikonna Sharrokin, of the Raven Guard, son of Corvas Corax, fearless warrior of the Emperor, and defender of human civilization."

Every word of his declaration was sonorous and powerful. Sharokin's will overcame the screams of the howling banshee, and he proved his innocence in the battle of hearts.

Ilic Nightspear blocked Sharokin's advance, and the distance between them became so close that they seemed able to have a face-to-face chat.

"What are you waiting for?" the Eldar Ranger asked.

For some reason, he felt a strong sense of uneasiness, as if something terrible was about to happen.

He trusted his intuition very much. This intuition had saved his life many times. He had a vague idea of ​​what the enemy wanted to do, but he could never figure it out.

"Don't you realize that we have stayed here too long?" Sharokin suddenly laughed.

"I'm waiting for my comrades to provide artillery support. What about you? What are you waiting for?"

Erik Nightspear immediately grabbed the arm of the Howling Banshee and fled backwards. He understood that the black-armored warrior was waiting for an opportunity to kill them quickly.

The ranger is good at single combat, but what broke out in Pandora now was not an assassination or a duel, but a naked bloody war.

The enemies that Sharokin encountered were very strong. Even with enhanced equipment, it was difficult for him to quickly defeat the siege of Ilic Nightspear and the Howling Banshees.

So he simply delayed time on the spot, diverting the Eldar's attention through provocation and duels, until the Iron Hands completely locked down the area and brought down a devastating blow.

The ranger reacted quickly, but it was too late. The horrific fission bomb had already been dropped on the battlefield. He only had time to protect the howling banshee in front of him and release a psychic shield before he was blown away by the shock wave.

All beings are equal under the artillery fire. Even the Primarch must avoid being directly hit. Sharokin's figure disappeared on the battlefield one second before the explosion. Before he was buried in the sea of ​​fire, he activated the teleportation beacon and returned to the forward base.

(End of this chapter)