Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Chapter 82: The Gate Opens, Human Alliance Players!

The Flesh-Tearer Space Marine lying on the ground let out a low, beast-like roar. His pupils had completely turned into an inhuman black-red, his face was ashen, and he had vampire-like fangs, yet even so, it was still clear that he possessed an extremely handsome appearance.

With a single glance, Fang Yun stomped his foot on the man tearing flesh, the immense force rendering him unable to rise. Fang Yun's voice was as cold as a knife: "Bastard, what are you doing?"

Upon seeing the flesh-tearing creature, Fang Yun immediately judged that it might be some kind of vampire subhuman species prone to losing control.

These subhumans who feed on humans evoked painful memories for Fang Yun.

It was because the Earth Alliance, like this demi-human, fed on humans that he chose to leave.

The only difference is that the bastards in the Earth Alliance eat people out of a hobby, while these demi-humans eat people out of instinct.

This bloodsucking bastard ignited Fang Yun's fury.

"How dare you!"

Just then, another Flesh-Tearer Space Marine charged toward Fang Yun.

Fang Yun actually dared to attack them, attack their Emperor's angel, the offspring of Saint Gilles.

Wielding a black chainsaw, he swung it at Fang Yun, roaring furiously, "Heretic, die!"

As Fang Yun watched the Flesh-Tearer Space Marine charging towards him, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, and the immense power directly crushed the Flesh-Tearer's head beneath him.

This scene further enraged the Space Marine in front of him.

His eyes also turned blackish-red, and he completely went berserk.

Black Rage—a genetic disease, a frenzied symptom that causes indiscriminate attacks triggered by emotional fluctuations during combat.

Fang Yun was so angry she laughed.

He, the commander of the Allied Forces, the commander who loved his most, was called a heretic by a demi-human, a lowly demi-human with sharp teeth.

"Heretics? Who are the heretics?"

Fang Yun's voice was icy, each word like a blast of ice: "You feed on humans, and you dare to call yourselves heretics?"

Fang Yun neither dodged nor evaded, letting the opponent's chainsaw swing at him. He solidified his spiritual energy and grabbed the chainsaw sword, then exerted a little force, instantly shattering the entire chainsaw sword into dust.

The rampage of warp forces has heightened the sensitivity of surrounding psionic energy and made the power of all psionicists more destructive.

Of course, it's also because Fang Yun no longer wants to suppress it.

He saw the thing he hated most.

Fang Yun's right hand was once again enveloped in psionic energy. He reached out and grabbed the power armor of the space marine in front of him. With a crisp crack, the power armor was torn off.

That tough power armor was as fragile as paper in Fang Yun's hands.

Fang Yun's gaze swept over the body covered in black armor, which he ripped off, then said calmly, "Tell me, are you worthy?"

Fang Yun showed no mercy to these Flesh-Tearing Space Marines; they were the true heretics.

"Anyone who consumes ordinary humans is considered a heretic!"

Player Bruce already harbored a deep hatred for heretics, and his brother, Ye Di, died at the hands of aliens.

Bruce showed no mercy to the madmen of the Flesh-Tearing Space Marines.

He vaguely remembered how Yedi fell down in front of him.

It was caused by aliens disguised as humans, those heretics.

Therefore, Bruce's hatred for these heretics disguised as aliens is the highest.

The hatred for the aliens, followed by the Sichuan opera master who was thoroughly gay, and then the drooling.

"Heretical!" The enraged members of the Flesh-Tearer Chapter were about to advance towards Fang Yun's Human Alliance army.

But a roar came from behind.

"stop!"

"return!"

Captain Carnarvon of the Flesh-Tearers halted the actions of his Space Marines.

"Company Commander Carnarvon!"

"That's an order!"

"Awooo!!!" The enraged space soldier went completely berserk.

Seeing his brother showing signs of dark rage, Company Commander Carnarvon immediately brandished the iron chain in his hand and subdued him.

Fang Yun's gaze met that of the flesh-tearing company commander in the distance.

This left him somewhat taken aback.

The person wearing the blood-red power armor must be their leader. In front of him is an out-of-control person bound by iron chains.

He could see anger in the company commander's eyes, but also a sense of guilt and remorse for the defense soldiers who had been mistakenly killed on the ground.

Because behind that high-ranking demi-human officer was a group of ordinary soldiers protected inside the defensive line.

The Space Marine leader, while conscious, was also intentionally protecting the ordinary soldiers.

Once out of control, you will either be restricted or abandoned.

They are using this unstable organism as a weapon of war!

This was Fang Yun's internal judgment.

This method resulted in the deaths of a large number of ordinary defense soldiers.

Fang Yun's gaze swept over the space soldiers in front of him once again.

The two sides responded to each other from a distance on the battlefield.

Anger, self-blame, sadness, hatred?

A mix of complex emotions were swirling within them, and their mental state became increasingly unstable.

The living saint, Celestine, radiating golden light, descended upon the Space Marines who were on the verge of rioting, briefly pulling them back from the chaos.

This will prevent more people from tearing the flesh from going mad.

"Protect the people of the Empire as much as possible!"

"I'm here, I'm here... cough cough cough..."

Selestine was pale, and she was carrying the relic and Marcus's daughter in her hands.

Players found them vaguely familiar, but didn't hear the familiar, bone-chopping sound. This was because the Greenskins also had their own replicas of Space Marines and power armor, and the battlefield was already extremely chaotic. Nevertheless, some players still sensed something was amiss.

"Why do these people's behavior feel like something out of Space Marines?"

Someone remarked, "Don't we look like Space Marines?"

"It seems to be another product of copying and pasting, but the craftsmanship of this batch of soldiers is much more refined."

"Is this game inspired by Warhammer?"

"Look at those green-skinned creatures, don't they look like Orcs? And these Iron Warriors, they look a lot like Ultramarines, but the colors seem a bit off."

"Why did you do this?" a Space Marine in dark gold power armor questioned Inquisitor Grefax.

"They were just ordinary defense soldiers."

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Judge Grefax's voice was unusually cold: "Having come into contact with Chaos, you should atone for the Empire's sins."

"Do you have any objections?"

The weeping company commander, Forros, roared: "But they never betrayed the Empire."

As the commander of the Weeping Corps, he could not bear to see ordinary people die so meaninglessly.

"They shouldn't have ended up like this." The voice of the Flesh-Tearer Company Commander, Carnarvon, was not as agitated as that of the Weeping Company Commander.

He recalled the scene from earlier.

The fact that the flesh-tearers couldn't control themselves doesn't mean they weren't guilty; otherwise, they wouldn't have stopped their own cultivators from directly attacking the Human Alliance's forces.

"Look over there, we have our allies, we have their help, we can do so much more!" Forros argued with Grefax.

"Those are just a group of heretics whose identities we don't yet know!"

"But they are protecting ordinary people, while we are abandoning those wailing citizens of the Empire!"

"Company commander, you are disobeying my orders."

"They shouldn't have ended up like this."

"If someone has to sacrifice, why can't it be us!" The weeping company commander, Forros, turned and left.

The mourners followed their company commander.

They have shown Grefax their choice through their actions.

"Stop right there!"

Ignoring Grefax's orders, the Weeping Space Marines Commander Forros led the remaining few dozen Weeping Space Marines out of the defensive line.

Their goal is to protect ordinary people as much as possible.

As fellow members of the Sanguis lineage, and filled with guilt, Carnarvon, along with several Space Marines, prepared to rise.

"Company Commander Carnarvon, are you also planning to disobey my orders?"

"We do not belong to the court, and I have left most of the power behind."

"But you belong to the Empire, you are the Emperor's warriors."

"You have betrayed the Emperor!"

"We don't!"

"No, then what about the rampage of indiscriminately slaughtering ordinary people!"

Judge Grefax's voice was like a bayonet piercing Carnarvon's heart.

Carnarvon's voice was somewhat stiff: "You were an executioner too."

Grefax sneered and said, "They deserve atonement."

"And you, you are out of control! You are betrayers!"

"I suspect your genes have been contaminated by chaos!"

"You!" Carnarvon stared intently at Grefax.

Cyrusin frowned.

She disapproved of Grefax's behavior and felt guilty about the disaster that befell the Imperial soldiers.

In terms of status, she, this living saint, is far superior to Grefax.

However, the Judge of Grefax held a higher position in terms of executive power than she, a living saint.

The judge's assertive style can also amplify this power.

To put it another way, ordinary people admire living saints, but they fear judges.

"Judge, I did not sense any chaotic power from them."

"Even if there is, I can help those ordinary people. As long as I can reach Kaul, I can purify those chaotic forces."

"Your very existence is highly questionable, Cyrusine!" said Grefax.

"Your mission is to protect the sacred relic! You have no right to interfere in the rest of the operation!"

Celestine wanted to bring the relic back safely, but even if she wanted to protect ordinary people, she couldn't do much more.

"Company Commander Carnarvon, if you disobey orders, don't blame me for reporting you back to the courtroom and having the person who tore the flesh investigated!"

Carnarvon's eyes burned with fury; Grefax was threatening him.

"I will protect you and get you back!"

He dared not gamble; the flesh-tearing man could not accept scrutiny!

The leader of the Weeping Company, or rather, the commander of the battle group, Forros, did not have so many concerns.

The only ones weeping now are these few dozen veterans in front of me.

The Lamenter Space Marine, clad in dark gold armor, swung his chainsaw at the enemy, but this offensive was entirely defensive.

That's all the fighting power they have.

"Those who weep lead the way; mortals, do not fear. In battle, I will go first; in retreat, you will follow. Those who weep are our shield!"

"For the Empire, for the Emperor, for mortals!"

A squad of Lamenter Space Marines clad in dark gold armor fought relentlessly on the battlefield, fending off the onslaught of Chaos Space Marines and Greenskin Orcs, guarding against the indiscriminate attacks of the rampaging Flesh-Tearer Chapter, and also wary of the Inquisitors' merciless attacks from behind.

Although the squad fled within the city, the judge ruthlessly regarded the weeping as traitors.

The Weeping Space Marines are gradually becoming chaotic under extreme pressure and the chaotic influence of the Great Rift.

However, their situation is much better.

The strange roar, accompanied by a semi-conscious state, was still doing its best to protect the ordinary people.

They stood in front of the growing number of Chaos Space Marines, buying the Defence Force behind them a chance to evacuate and survive.

But they were still of Saint Gilles' blood. With the continuous fighting, the high-strength defenses, and more and more of their protectors being killed, they were finally on the verge of going berserk.

This terrified the mortal soldiers who witnessed the Flesh-Tearers' rampage; were they about to undergo that bizarre transformation as well?

The mad transformation of the Flesh-Tearer Space Marines had a devastating impact on the hearts of the mortal soldiers present.

The psychological impact of these soldiers on ordinary people was extremely strong.

At this moment, the Weeping Warriors, clad in dark gold armor, also exhibited the same bizarre transformation, leaving the soldiers with only despair in their hearts.

Why is this happening?

It was that great rift hanging high in the sky, devouring everything! It invisibly distorted the surrounding subspace ripples, and even the Weeping Ones were being corrupted by this violent power.

They were already fighting a bloody battle under a negative buff, and the high-intensity warp combat and continuous erosion gradually shattered the will of the Weeping Chapter's Space Marines.

The Weeping Warrior, clad in dark gold power armor, naturally witnessed Fang Yun's Human Alliance army rescuing ordinary people and soldiers, but he did not attack Fang Yun.

The Human Alliance's army has been constantly gathering surviving human soldiers.

During the battle, he continuously guided the rescued human soldiers toward Fang Yun's human alliance front.

The space soldier, clad in dark gold armor, slowly walked up to Fang Yun.

Behind him were trembling human soldiers.

He did everything he could to save the soldiers until the arrival of the People's League.

"They... I'm entrusting them to you. You'll save them, won't you?"

Fang Yun stared at the space soldier before him, his body tense and on the verge of collapse, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"

"Protect, protect these mortals."

"Please, execute me, kill me. Don't let me harm mortals."

"I can't hold on any longer..."

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The darkness in his eyes kept flickering... He was on the verge of collapse.

In stark contrast to the Space Marines in their dark gold armor were the group of Space Marines in crimson armor. After going berserk, they slaughtered unarmed ordinary survivors and drank the blood of mortals with abandon.

These Space Marines in their dark gold armor, on the verge of madness, chose to let Fang Yun execute them and begged him to protect these ordinary people.

Although Fang Yun was very angry just now, he is now silent.

Although they were isolated by the overwhelming tide of Chaos Space Marines, Fang Yun could roughly discern their battle formation.

Different... somewhat different... Judge Grefax, these strange warriors... he suddenly wanted to ask a question.

And those bastards should answer his questions.

The People's Alliance has already divided the entire battlefield, and its combat troops have advanced from the flanks and have already entered the city.

After round after round of battles, they are now standing outside the fortress.

Looking at the man before him, who was begging for death, Fang Yun's voice was both cold and indifferent as he ordered in a deep voice, "Bruce, break down the door!"

Bruce was already burning with rage, and he slammed his foot hard against the fortress gate. A deafening roar followed, and Bruce's scream echoed through the sky.

"Open the door, Human Alliance player!"

The steel gate in front of them was kicked open, causing it to tremble and then a crack appeared.

Then with another kick, Bruce kicked the door open.

"Heretics, who allowed you in!" Grefax, who was about to enter, naturally heard the sound of the door being kicked open.

Her anger was hard to contain, and these heretics were indeed exposed.

"Judge, wait!" Cyrusine's voice did not bring Grefax back to attention.

Cyrustin always felt that the group of Humanitarian soldiers was strange.

At least in her eyes, they didn't seem like bad people.

She felt a familiar power.

Greyfax led the Meat-Tearers and some soldiers from Modi, charging swiftly toward Fang Yun and Bruce.

She frantically pulled the trigger of her stun gun at Bruce, the hot bullets streaking through the air with dazzling light.

Bang! Bang! Boom! After the explosions, a solid psionic shield suddenly unfolded, successfully withstanding Greyfax's barrage of explosive attacks.

The judge's gaze was fixed on Runcha. She knew that these people were enemies of the empire, and they dared to trespass here.

Grefax leaped into the air and charged towards Runcha.

Runcha looked completely bewildered. Wait, buddy?

What do you mean? Are you trying to mess with me?

Because of his impressive feat of slaughtering two squads of Chaos Space Marines, Runza was mistaken for the commander of the squad.

Bruce was at the front of the group at this moment.

His gaze never left Grefax; he knew this woman, the one who had been giving orders and directing ordinary people to their deaths.

"Get out of my way!" Grefax swung his finely crafted power sword, which gleamed with a chilling light, down at Bruce.

She needed to quickly eliminate Bruce and then behead Runcha.

The folding shield pops out instantly!

The finely crafted power sword slammed heavily against the folding shield, the clash of weapons producing a piercing metallic roar.

Grefax looked puzzled.

The finely crafted power sword in her hand was capable of cutting through most defensive equipment, so why was it ineffective against Bruce's shield?

"Are you kidding me?"

I thought it was just a roadside stall.

How did she end up being a roadside nuisance?

This wasn't even the leader they referred to as the army.

Bruce raised his hand and slapped Grefax hard across the face. Grefax felt a dizzying sensation, his ears ringing, and he was sent flying.

Before she could even get to her feet, Bruce was already in front of Grefax, his folding shield already retracted, replaced by a bomb gun. The muzzle of the bomb gun was pressed directly against Inquisitor Grefax's head.

Bruce's voice rang out coldly: "Heretics, face trial."

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