This Warhammer game is awesome!!

Chapter 171 The Power of the Guide
[The Halo of Rationality]

【fanaticism】

[Imperial Radiance]

【bless】

【roar】

【pray】

【………】

Qin Yun soared through the sky.
Numerous skills were unleashed at his command.

A rich radiance burst forth from his majestic body, transforming him into the sun.

Golden rain of light poured down, covering the entire sky.

It landed on the angelic offspring who were locked in a bloody battle with the Tyranid creatures on the surface of the earth.

Pull them back from their frenzied rage and thirst, heal their bleeding wounds, and restore their weary bodies.

The damaged armor was restored to its original state by a strange power.
The nearly depleted energy source was replenished once again.

Even the bullets in his explosive gun inexplicably returned.

As a priest, O'Damail looked up at the figure, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

"He's back, he's really back, with the Emperor's blessing and power, he's returned to our side once more."

"For Saint Gilles."

"For Saint Gilles."

The other angelic offspring who were fighting also shouted, their enthusiasm reaching fever pitch.

Every descendant of the Holy Blood who was once engulfed in endless black rage witnessed in a vision how Horus killed Saint Gilles.

That indescribable pain tormented them for a full ten thousand years.

Now, this pain has been cured.

This is because Saint Gilles returned to the side of the Bloodline Child.

The angelic offspring, who had thought they were doomed in this battle, saw a glimmer of hope for victory.

Although the details of the matter are unknown,

But it's clear they received support.

Victory will belong to them, to Saint Gilles, to the Emperor.

Roar!
The distant Hive Tyrant roared, drawing Dante's attention back.

This made the Lord of Blood realize that now was not the time to celebrate the return of Saint Gilles.

"Okay, I almost forgot about you."

Dante swept away his previous despair and pessimism.
He broke free from the rage and thirst for blood, and regained control of his body and the battle.

He began issuing orders over the communications channel, instructing his soldiers to assemble, minimize casualties, and await reinforcements.

After receiving the blessing, Dante's previously damaged armor was restored to its original state.
The scarlet warning disappeared.
Instead, a message appeared indicating that everything was normal.

Dante charged toward the Tyrant of Tyranny.

The opponent let out a low growl and swung its bone sword at him.
The axe and sword clashed, producing a resounding clang.

The force fields, emitting a ghostly glow, intertwined and produced a crackling sound.

But this time, the Axe of the Dead prevailed.

Tyrant Tyrant's bone sword could not withstand such a collision.

Cracks appeared on the sword, and then it shattered.

Thick liquid gushed from the shattered bone sword.

The eye on the sword hilt spun wildly, emitting a painful scream.
Most of Tyrande's weapons are symbiotic, meaning they are living organisms that can be killed.

The tyrant was indifferent to the deaths of the symbiotic weapons, but enraged by the changing tide of battle, and roared in fury.
The nearby Tyranid creatures responded to its command, swarming in from all directions and attacking Dante together.
We must overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

"Come on, I am your nightmare, your angel of death."

Dante shouted and charged fearlessly toward the enemy.

…………

"The guide is as handsome as ever."

"I'm absolutely smitten!!"

"This guy actually dares to say he's not Saint Gilles!!"

"........."

Players, seated inside the transport ship, prepare for an airborne operation.
Watching the guide wreak havoc in the sky, everyone's eyes turned red with envy.

"We're offline now. Let's leave a message on the official website together. We'll ask them to give us wings. We want to fly too, and we want to show off."

"I'm so angry and frustrated. This is the first time I've seen a development company that treats players like supporting characters. Why is it that all the moments of arrogance and glory are reserved for the mentors?"

"The Emotional Guide is the developer's favorite child. No wonder such a good game is free and has no in-app purchases. In terms of emotions, we are just supporting characters to highlight the guide."

"I think everyone will get them. As long as we keep leveling up, everyone will definitely have wings."

"I've made up my mind. When I get back, I'll have Doraemon Workshop make a pair of metal wings that can fly and retract."

"Great idea! If the official channels won't give it to us, can't we just make our own? Metal wings are pretty cool too."

"All heroes from American comics, who can rival Warhammer?"

Which American comic book hero has metal wings?

"........."

"Terren Bio is approaching; be prepared to leave the transport ship at any time."

The driver's voice rang out, interrupting the players' discussion.

The player looked outside and saw a dark cloud made of flapping wings and sharp limbs rapidly approaching.
Enemies rushed towards the transport ship where the player was from all directions.

boom! boom! boom!
The multi-barreled explosive guns mounted on both sides of the fuselage rotate at high speed.
Bullets were unleashed at the swarm of Tyranid creatures.

*Sizzle! Whoosh~*
The turbine laser emitter at the bow of the transport ship would occasionally unleash an extremely bright beam of light, instantly piercing through the swarm of insects.
It tore apart the Tyranid creatures along its path, turning them into charred, bloody pieces.

The missiles, suspended on either side of the wings, roared out and struck the swarm of insects in the air, causing spectacular explosions.

Countless Tyranid creatures were blasted into fragments, which rained down like raindrops.
Those that weren't quite dead fell to the ground with mournful cries.

The aerial swarm quickly retaliated.

Terrifying live shells and corrosive biological bombs rained down like raindrops, densely packed and blotting out the sky.

The spore projectiles exploded instantly in mid-air, spraying out sharp spikes and swirling poisonous mist.

The shields of the transport ships and escort fighters flickered brightly as they were attacked.

boom! !

An explosion occurred at the stern of a transport ship, sending thick smoke billowing into the air.
Countless Tyranid creatures swarmed forward.

They surrounded the transport ship and dismantled it with their sharp limbs.

"Go to hell, go to hell."

"For the Emperor, for the Guide, for that slut Tifa."

"Come on, you bedbugs, you've come all this way, I'm going to kill you all I deserve."

A wounded player fought his way out of the swarm.

The power backpack on his back continuously spewed out propulsive flames, allowing him to soar through the air.

Tyron Biotech followed closely behind, not intending to let him escape.

The injured player fired shots at the charging Tyrannosaurus creatures while slashing at the pursuing enemies with his chainsaw sword.

Upon seeing this, the commanders and other members of the Emperor Bull and Horse Battle Group immediately stepped in to assist the player.
They picked up their bomb guns and started firing repeatedly at the player's location.
The deafening explosion blasted the pursuing Tyranid creature into pieces, and blood and bone rained down like a deluge.

However, there were too many Tyranid creatures, and in the end, the player was torn to pieces.

"How miserable."

"Tsk! Tsk!"

"........."

Players in the Emperor Bull and Horse Battle Group mourned for the unfortunate player.

He died as soon as he landed.

It's highly likely they won't make it in time for the battle of Baal on the ground.

Blood loss!

They ran so far, but didn't even get to fight a battle!
They could both imagine the comments below each other's posts on the forum being uniformly...
"Hehe, you unlucky bastard, you unlucky bastard!!"

Don't ask them how they know, because they've tried it all!!

"I think you guys shouldn't be making any more comments, because we're going to be in trouble too."

Zhan Shuai pointed into the distance.

Jujiro and the others looked up and were immediately stunned.

Dark, winged vortexes and clouds appeared in the sky.

The sheer number of creatures in the Terran biosphere formed a wall.

No transport ship could pass through unimpeded and release its soldiers onto the ground.

"Fire! Stop them from taking over the sky!"

Under the command of the airborne commander, numerous gunboats and fighter jets opened fire simultaneously.
Using missiles, lasers, and thermal weapons to forcibly clear the way,
Countless insectoid creatures were torn apart and fell to the ground like raindrops.

Unfortunately, it was still impossible to break through such a massive swarm. The swarm pressed down like a heavy, dark cloud, as if it were the end of the world, and no one could help but feel fear.

boom! boom!
The lead fighter jet crashed into the swarm of aerial insects, triggering a terrifying explosion.

The bright firelight illuminated the sky.

“We cannot descend to the surface, or the swarm will completely seize air superiority. You must jump, Chosen Ones.”

The driver's voice rang out.

After several attempts, the commander in charge of the airborne operation had to abandon the original plan.

There are too many Tyranid creatures; their current air power is insufficient to combat them.

Once it lands on the ground, it is highly likely that it will be unable to ascend again.

"Gone, gone."

"This high-altitude airdrop... the commander really doesn't care about the lives of us Chosen Ones!"

"Alright, enough with the nonsense. Let's jump down from here and then fight the enemy."

"....."

Zhan Shuai was the first to jump down the slope from the back.
Other players followed closely behind.

After they jumped out, they quickly activated their propulsion packs and rushed towards the ground.
The ground had now transformed into an ocean composed of chitinous shells and scarlet claws.

Countless creatures, including knife worms, gun worms, snake worms, and spirit brain worms, covered the entire surface.
In addition, a large number of Zerg buildings appeared.

towering capillary spires

A huge digestive pool bubbling away.

And the constantly wriggling, ever-producing killing units in the hatchery.

As soon as the players landed, all sorts of Tyranid creatures swarmed around them, trying to kill them with their claws.

boom! boom!
Several shoulder-fired hell missiles were launched, trailing fiery tails as they fell into the swarm of insects.

One of the fusion warheads struck a massive Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The terrifying explosion instantly engulfed everything, a huge mushroom cloud rose up, and the bright light was like a sun.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex located at the very center of the explosion was instantly vaporized.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying shockwave swept out, tearing apart all the Tyranid creatures in its path.

Torn pieces of flesh and corpses flew out, scattering in the air like raindrops.

Players were also affected, but they were already used to it and crouched down to reduce the area in contact with the shockwave.

Using high-powered weapons at such close range is nothing short of insane; only gamers would dare to do it.

"kill!"

The war commander roared.
Charging at the forefront, the roaring chainsaw in his hand tore at the alien's flesh, slicing bloody arcs.
Other players from the Imperial Bull & Horse Warband used bomb guns to clear a path, mowing down anything that could move.

Besides them, more players landed.

boom! boom! boom!
With a deafening roar, one after another, the airdrop pods landed.
It left behind exaggerated, charred, deep pits on the ground.

The hatch opened, and the long-awaited players rushed out, shouting all sorts of bizarre slogans, and charged towards the Tyranid creatures.

Among them, the Hammer and Scythe warriors made the biggest splash when they landed.

The Inzaku 03 mech is equipped with a propulsion system, eliminating the need for transport ships to reach the ground.
It allows one to use a propulsion system to jump directly from a high altitude.

Therefore, they reached the ground smoothly.

The energy blades ejected from the mechs were as sharp as mud, capable of cleaving a Tyranid creature covered in thick carapace in two with a single strike.

The Hellfire and Skyblade missiles mounted on its back roared out, falling like a shower of flowers, creating a series of explosions.

However, due to the lack of assistance from the auxiliary forces, many small Tyranid creatures were trying to attach themselves to the Zaku 03 after landing.

Meanwhile, in the sky above the battlefield, Qin Yun was still fighting against the Tyranid Beasts.

They were numerous and diverse, gathered together in a dark, dense mass.

"Thunder".

Qin Yun whispered, and the flames burning in his eyes intensified.
The energy gathered at the end of the scepter suddenly erupted, surging violently.
In just an instant, a violent burst of lightning was unleashed.

It stretched for tens of kilometers, its ferocity unparalleled, illuminating the entire sky.
The scene was like a world-ending storm of lightning, sending chills down one's spine and inspiring awe.

The closest Tyranid creature was instantly reduced to ashes.

Further away, they turned into charcoal, while those at the edges had their brains or nerves burned off.

In an instant, countless Tyranid creatures were killed and fell to the ground.

After the lightning disappeared, the sky cleared up and was only occupied by the Tyranid creatures again after a long time.

"too strong……"

"The guide is awesome!!"

"The guide is undoubtedly the game developer's favorite son..."

The players who witnessed this scene whispered excitedly.

"Why does everyone else use psionic energy? The difference between my psionic energy and the Guide's psionic energy is so huge!!"

Jujiro wore an expression of existential doubt.

He looked down at his hands, which were wreathed in psionic light.
With the help of the Eldar, the players successfully crafted psionic amplification equipment based on spirit bones and soul stones.
This equipment provides a greater boost than mechanical devices.

This greatly enhanced their psychic power and their control over it.

This greatly boosted the confidence of psionic players like Jujiro.

However, after witnessing the guide's intervention, they began to question the meaning of life again.

"It's obvious. Your panel is for players, while the guide's panel is for bosses. The base attributes are different, so the power is naturally different."

Zhan Shuai pulled his chainsaw sword from the alien body that was spurting sizzling pus.

The monster's dying screams were blocked out by the closed helmet.

He responded to Jujiro on the communication channel.
No sooner had he finished speaking than more Tyranid creatures pounced on him.

The warlord roared again and charged at the enemy, slashing at a charging Tyrannical warrior with his sword.
The chainsaw sword's serrated edges easily sawed through the opponent's skull, earning him a "+1 kill" notification.

"Is this my father's power?"

Dante, who had killed all the Tyranid creatures that pounced on him, also witnessed the scene in the sky.
This made his eyes widen.

The Holy Blood Codex did not record that Saint Gilles possessed such astonishing psychic magic.
Could it be that when the emperor resurrected him, he bestowed even more blessings upon him?

"Could he not be Saint Gilles? Or is he a Chaos Demon in disguise?"

A doubt arose in Dante's mind, and then, as if it had taken root, clung tightly to his thoughts.

But the next second, the soaring Saint Gillenor flew to the angel's side, shielded him from the attacking Tyranid creatures, and bowed to him.

Dante recognized the gesture; it was the salute the Blood Guard performed to those they were loyal to.

According to the records of the Holy Blood Angels, Saint Gillenor was Saint Gilles's secret messenger and a member of the Holy Blood Guard.
She sacrificed herself to protect the Primarch during the Battle of Devon and was blessed with a pair of pure white wings.

In other words, only Saint Gilles, the genetic prototype of the Blood Angels and a loyal follower of Saint Gilles, is worthy of such a salute.

Of course, unless this guy is an emperor, San Giuliano would also bow like this.

But the image of an emperor is definitely not like that.

Sanguilleno's actions undoubtedly vouched for the other party's identity as Sanguilleno.

"Roar!"

The roar of the insect hive resounded, and Dante turned to look; the tyrant was charging towards him.

"Alien, I will use your death to please the Father of Holy Blood."

Dante roared and charged at the tyrant, intending to use his death as a gift to the returning Saint Gilles.

The Bloodstone Mining Site, far from the battlefield

Morpheus and a group of psionic think tanks have finally dug out a path.
In the fight against Kabanda
The blood crystal mine was destroyed by an explosion fueled by psionic energy, burying them inside.
It took them a lot of time and effort to dig a path back to the surface.

They expected a fierce battle, but when they came out, they found that all the Tyranid creatures near the mine had disappeared, leaving only them.

Just as they were puzzled, an extremely terrifying psionic wave swept over them, leaving them utterly shocked.

"This force is coming from the direction of Angel Castle. What happened there?"

Mephisto's expression turned serious.

“Let’s call a gunboat to take us back,” Lacelles said.

Mephisto nodded, then turned on the communication channel and tried to call the nearest vehicle.

However, a moment later, Mephisto's expression became somewhat strange.

A gunboat responded to them, but its code did not belong to the Blood Angels, nor to any other subgroup.

A few minutes later, a gunboat came into view.

"Who are you?" Lacelles also realized the problem.

“I am from the Sintira 03rd Legion. We came to Baal under the guidance of the Sage to provide you with support,” the driver said.

"Come on up, I'll send you to the battlefield, you should still be able to join the killing."

“If you delay too long, the chosen ones will leave you nothing.”

“Let’s go up first,” Morpheus urged the other think tanks.
Now is not the time to consider where the other party comes from.
They must get back to the battlefield as soon as possible to slaughter the aliens and make up for their failure to stop the Kabanda.

Once he got on board and the gunboat took off, he continued to question the driver.

"Who is the saint? Who is the chosen one?"

PS: I tried my best.
Today's featured image: Murphyston

(End of this chapter)