Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Chapter 83 Weasel, are you conscripting soldiers right up to my head?

Fang Yun stared at the man in front of him, who was wearing dark gold power armor.

He was seeking death.

Not just him.

Many warriors clad in dark gold power armor were intentionally or unintentionally moving closer to the Human Alliance.

They are the Lamenters, the offspring of Sanctuary.

Currently, tens of thousands of members of the UN Defence Force and ordinary citizens have been rescued.

Broken city walls of a mining town, ordinary people with nowhere to escape, Chaos Space Marines smashing through defenses, and a greenskin horde.

A team of over a thousand people, led by thirty players, and the defending troops who divided the battlefield were rescued one after another.

The players are responsible for dealing with those big guys, demonic minotaurs, and chaos space marines.

The remaining orc lads and Chaos cultists were left to be dealt with by the auxiliary forces.

The defensive forces, which also possessed combat capabilities, launched a counterattack in coordination with the auxiliary forces through reorganization and integration.

At this moment, the battlefield, the inner city, was cut off by the Human Alliance army using the network to establish a defensive line belonging to the Human Alliance, and the players acted as nodes to stabilize these defensive lines.

These warriors, clad in dark gold power armor, naturally spotted the Human Alliance army.

Although they were strangers, the United People's Federation's actions in rescuing ordinary people earned them strong goodwill.

They are still on their redemption expedition and can clearly sense that the Human Alliance does not belong to Chaos.

After more than eighty years of atonement, they were all too familiar with chaos.

A weeping Space Marine, his tattered armor testifying to his many wounds.

He was followed by hundreds of human soldiers.

"They're in your hands now!"

The group fired their explosive guns continuously, creating a brief window of opportunity on the perimeter.

The weeping Space Marine was badly wounded and weakly sat on the ground, struggling to get up.

Prepare to continue rescuing civilians and soldiers.

"You're injured!" The circle's gaze fell on the warrior in dark gold armor.

The wailer was soaked in blood, his dark gold power armor barely showing its original color. His voice, though weary, was firm: "There are still many more mortals waiting to be rescued."

"For the Empire!"

The circle injected a syringe into the weeping space marine.

His wounds healed rapidly, and he looked up in astonishment, staring at the circle in disbelief.

"How is this possible?"

"This is our People's Federation's treatment medicine."

Thank you!

"I will send as many people as possible here, and I hope you will protect them!"

"Leave the rest to us!" The rescue team from the Human Alliance was quick. The group felt that if this man continued like this, he would definitely die.

"You've done enough."

Each player moves through the battlefield or city, eliminating powerful individual units.

Then the ordinary monsters were handed over to the auxiliary troops.

The Human Alliance's weapons can easily inflict effective damage on those greens.

The weeping Space Marine looked up at the circle, then shook his head.

"More!"

They knew they couldn't hold on for much longer.

Therefore, they are intentionally or unintentionally sending ordinary people to positions within the People's Federation.

They feared falling into a state of dark rage and destroying the network formed by the People's Union.

They knew all too well how destructive they could be once they were engulfed in dark rage.

They only wanted to save as many ordinary people as possible before succumbing to their dark rage, and then seek suicide!

Fang Yun withdrew his gaze and asked with some surprise, "Are you human?"

The injection, when given to the Weeping Space Marine, can quickly heal his injuries.

Because the treatment was very effective, the rejection reaction was very low.

He had always believed that those who wept and those who tore flesh belonged to the subhuman category.

But the injections proved their identity.

They are human beings, only... transformed!

Empire... Heresy!

"I...we...are..." The mental torment made it impossible for the weeping Space Marine in front of him to finish his sentence.

"You guys are just my type."

He would respect someone who goes to such lengths for ordinary people, demonstrating a willingness to sacrifice.

Fang Yun placed his hand on the shoulder of the man in the dark gold power armor.

The Weeping Space Marines bear traces of Chaos corruption, but not many, and their minds are not greatly affected.

That means it's a different situation.

This is also the case for Anne and Anna.

Genetic disease!

"Anna, give me a gene repair injection!"

Anna handed a syringe to Fang Yun.

Before the man in front of him could react, a syringe had already been plunged into his neck.

At that moment, the man in front of him also entered a state of complete rage.

But the moment he entered, his eyes became unusually clear.

Everyone knew he had entered Black Fury, but he remained unusually quiet and made no further moves.

"What's wrong with me?!"

Why is this happening?

Fang Yun turned around and led the twelve players toward the location where Bruce and Drooling were not far away.

Because he sensed a remarkable spiritual energy.

"heresy!"

Bruce's voice was loud and clear, and the word "heretic" echoed throughout the hall.

The Human Empire, the Inquisition, Inquisitor Grefax, was held at gunpoint and accused of being a heretic.

She will also be put on trial.

Let alone Grefax himself.

Even the living saint Celestine and Carnarvon, the Flesh-Tearer company commander in charge of protecting him, were dumbfounded.

Is that correct?

She's a member of the court, why are you judging someone from the court?

Grefax looked up, staring incredulously at the steel giant before him.

This combat power armor, so different from the Imperial style, defeated her with ease.

As an Inquisitor, Grefax was already quite powerful in combat. Her defeat just now was largely due to her carelessness; she hadn't used her strongest method, her psionic attack.

"Let her go." Several Space Marines under Greyfax's command rushed toward Bruce, but Bruce cut them in half with a single strike.

Psychic Shock.

A surge of immense psychic energy appeared out of nowhere and hurtled straight toward Bruce.

Bruce's screen suddenly became briefly chaotic.

Grefax moved swiftly, his speed increasing abruptly, dodging the bullet gun's muzzle, and then launched a counterattack against Bruce.

Bruce delivered an elbow strike, and Grefax looked terrified.

How is that possible!

Is the difference really that big?

She is a judge in the courtroom!

Her strength far surpasses that of an average Space Marine.

As a psionicist, she can use her psionic abilities to fight a squad of Space Marines.

The man's body crashed heavily against the charred rock wall like a kite with a broken string, sending debris flying. Any semblance of arrogance and dignity he had tried to maintain was instantly and utterly crushed into the dust.

She had already used her psionic powers, and only exchanged one move with the guy in front of her!

Damn it, she'd been tricked. The one leading the charge was actually the leader of the group.

"He's the leader!"

"who are they?"

"Celestin, go ahead and deliver the relic to Caul."

At this moment, Kaul was still at the core of the fortress not far away, adjusting the data of the Armor of Destiny.

Now we're just one step away.

The sound faded.

Bang, bang, bang! Loud footsteps echoed as Carnarvon, the company commander of the Flesh-Tearer Chapter, charged into the battlefield.

He swung the Holy Hammer toward Bruce's location.

Just then, Runcha moved.

"Folding Shield!"

The folding shields snapped open instantly, and the two sides collided in the center of the fortress hall.

With a deafening roar, the entire hall could feel the powerful impact.

Runcha retreated dozens of meters until it crashed into the back wall and barely came to a stop.

Of course, Carnavon also retreated more than ten meters. As he stopped his retreat, he suddenly surged forward again, his speed terrifying.

This demonstrates his combat prowess as the top person under the command of the battle group leader.

Although he has a good impression of the players, their positions are different, and they are enemies.

Runza could see Carnarvon's movements, but for the first time, his second-generation power armor couldn't react in time to the mech's actions.

To be precise, the second-generation power armor was handcrafted and lacks a more efficient reactive power system.

"The boss has spawned, Bruce!"

"My mouth is watering, help me!"

This is the first time Runzha has been stopped after his genetic advancement.

Genetic advancement granted him immense power, allowing him to easily defeat even the Chaos Demon. With his exceptional shield parrying skills, his combat record was no worse than that of the Gemini.

However, when facing top-tier combat power, they are ultimately at a disadvantage.

A hand-made mecha is still a hand-made mecha; without more efficient control methods, it would definitely be able to react if it were a high-tech custom-made one from the Human Alliance.

Just then, the internal alarm bells of the Flesh-Tearer Company Commander, Carnarvon, rang loudly, and a strong sense of crisis came from behind him.

To die!

Because of his drooling, the sword in his hand had already reached behind Carnarvon.

The drooling started the moment Carnavon attacked Junza.

Sensing the threat behind him, Carnarvon slammed his holy hammer into the ground, the impact propelling him away to dodge the drooling sword.

But then, the drool-worthy folding shield arrived.

boom!

Carnarvon retreated more than ten meters, only to be sent flying by the drooling shield's counterattack. Then, using the drooling shield's counterattack, Carnarvon took another step back.

Because the drooling sword was already above his head.

He was much faster than Runzha.

The third-generation combat armor is stronger than the second-generation.

Whether it's speed, strength, or reaction time.

This armor was personally tuned by Anna and Annie, making it stronger than other players' armor.

"heresy!"

During battles, drooling always reminds me of how I was completely outmaneuvered.

Therefore, when dealing with these heretics, every strike from Liu Kou Shui is aimed at killing them.

"Traitor!" Another voice came from above the drooling man's head.

Danger!!!

He instinctively raised the folding shield in his hand.

Boom!

Amarich, clad in black power armor, made his move.

If they don't act soon, Carnarvon and Grefax will really be dead.

This drooling is clearly different.

Amarich wields a black sword, a power sword of Imperial craftsmanship, a relic of the highest order.

Break through magic, break through armor, break through spiritual energy.

This is his strongest weapon as the Emperor Champion, and it has been blessed by the Emperor.

An immense force, like Mount Tai pressing down, slammed the shield down, landing on the drooling shoulder.

Drooling, he swung his right hand at his sword, slashing upwards and striking Amaric on the shoulder.

Amaric can only dodge by using reaction force.

"Are you kidding me!"

In his mind, no armor could withstand the black sword's armor-piercing ability.

This sword is only surpassed by the Primarch's weapons, the Emperor's Sword and the Lion King's Sword, throughout the entire Empire.

However, it was still blocked when it landed on the folding shield.

Neutron Material Zero tells the world's strongest weapon of mortals what it means to be unreasonable.

Amarech glanced at his shoulder, where a deep sword wound was visible, from which blood was seeping.

he got hurt.

He actually realized that this folding shield was not simple.

Defensive weapons that can block the Holy Hammer are rare, but they do exist.

But to withstand the attack of the black sword, and only lose paint, isn't that a bit too much?

He became increasingly curious about the origins of the group of people in front of him.

He was certain that no known small defensive weapon, such as a folding shield, could achieve this level of effectiveness.

He glanced at the folding shield in his hand, his mouth watering. The central plating area of ​​the folding shield was intact, but the edges had been cut.

The remaining force even left deep sword marks on the armor of the third-generation combat power armor, and blood seeped from the wounds.

If it weren't for the protection of the folding shield, drooling would be fatal!

The third-generation power armor could not withstand the Black Sword's attack.

Only the neutron material on the folded shield can achieve this.

Because of the fact that he was drooling and had to deal with two chapter commander-level Space Marines, he was still a bit exhausted.

"treat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wound on his drooling shoulder healed rapidly on its own.

Amarich's wound also scabbed over quickly, but the recovery wasn't as miraculous as the one that drooled over.

At that moment, both of them had the same thought.

"This group is stronger than I imagined!"

The battle lasted only a short time, completed in a mere instant.

Therefore, Bruce was still beating up Grefax and had no time to provide support.

If Bruce is also providing support.

Then one of the battle group leaders must die.

"Traitors, how dare you attack us!"

"Quickly, kill them!" Grefax's voice was still shouting.

However, all the players kept their eyes fixed on Amarich and his group.

Because hundreds of Black Templar Space Marines, and nearly a hundred Fleshbreakers, almost two hundred Space Marines had already surrounded them.

"Who is the leader among you?"

Amaric's voice was somewhat stiff.

I originally thought Runcha was the leader, but Bruce is stronger.

I originally thought Bruce was the real leader, but drooling actually managed to injure Emperor Champion Amaric.

Who are you?

"Chaos? Or Alien?"

"A bunch of natives, since when did it become your place to question the People's Federation?"

At that moment, Fang Yun's voice came from outside the gate.

His psionic energy surged, lifting the still-shouting Grefax off the ground.

Carnarvon and Amaric looked toward the door that had been kicked open and nearly had their hearts stop.

Fang Yun appeared, followed by twelve players.

There were twelve of them, the same players as the three in front of them.

One drooling Space Marine was overpowering two Chapter Commander-level Space Marines.

Now it's three against three, no, it's two against three, plus over a hundred Space Marines.

It can only be described as evenly matched.

There are now twelve on the other side.

His near-perfect modeling left everyone breathless.

In an instant, all the high-ranking officials of the empire were stunned.

In their hearts, they even wanted to call themselves emperors.

Because in their eyes, Fang Yun's image was the most perfect.

But they knew that was not an emperor.

Fang Yun's gaze swept across the hall.

"Tell me, what are you?"

"Is your so-called empire a bunch of aliens, or humans?!"

"We are human beings!"

"Now, you'd better prove you're human."

"You should tell us your identity first. We are the Human Empire, and all our territories and people belong to the Empire."

Fang Yun's eyes turned icy, his tone devoid of any warmth: "The Empire? What is that?"

"commander!"

Drooling, Bruce, Runzha, and the other two breathed a sigh of relief.

Carnarvon and Amaric were on high alert.

commander?

Just three words, yet they sent shivers down the spines of all the empire's top brass.

In other words, the man in front of you is the leader of this group?

"The Empire, the Black Sanctuary, High Marshal, Brother Amarich of Astartes."

"The Flesh-Tearers Chapter, Death Company Commander, Brother Carnarvon of Astartes."

A weak voice came from behind Fang Yun.

"The one who weeps is Company Commander and Regiment Commander Forros."

The company commander and part-time squadron leader of the Weeping Warriors, Forros, followed.

Empire? Emperor? Astartes?

All eyes were on the canned goods.

They have a unique mark on them.

Especially that badge with the jagged blood droplet.

Originally, the paint coating was obscured by blood from the battle.

Those who hadn't experienced much combat began to wear unique outfits that increasingly matched certain settings from their memories.

"Astartes?"

"empire?"

"Your supreme ruler is an emperor?"

All the Space Marines stared intently at Fang Yun.

"We fight for the Emperor!"

broken!

Fang Yun remained silent for a long time before finally uttering a sentence through gritted teeth.

"You weasel, you're conscripting me now?"

"Heretical, what did you say!" Grefax was still roaring.

Grefax was the first to break free from Fang Yun's modeling.

"How utterly disrespectful!"

"Heretical! It must be heresy!"

"He's a heretic! He's a heretic!"

"Apart from an emperor, there couldn't possibly be such a perfect person!"

"He is a chaotic evil god; he is blaspheming the empire."

"This planet must be destroyed!"

Looking at Grefax, who was still shouting, a surge of rage rose within him.

A powerful surge of psychic energy enveloped the entire hall.

boom!

The world is quiet.

Greyfax was crushed to pieces by psionic energy.

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