Chapter 327 Come and Fight.

Daily Thought: Cognition is ignorance, and what you ask for may not be what you get.

"Is this the place? Prophet."

When the nearby Eldar dispersed, the Phoenix Lord returned to the tent of the camp, holding the strange-shaped weapon in his hand, and asked the prophet Iris in front of him.

"Well... yes, it's here."

Iris endured the abnormality of perception and responded to the Phoenix Lord's question. In her instinctive psychic touch, the body standing in front of her did not have any soul.

This existence called the Phoenix Lord, its physical reality and the nothingness of the soul, caused a huge tear in Iris's cognition.

Even though she had come into contact with the relevant knowledge of the Phoenix Lord on the way of the prophet a long time ago, when she had the honor of facing a Phoenix Lord directly, the confusion brought by this sensory imbalance still made her feel strongly uncomfortable.

No, it's not just discomfort.

After experiencing the departure of a close friend in a short period of time, Iris's mental defense has been flawed without her realizing it.

When the impact of the imbalance of perception threatened her mental defense again, the Eldar prophet in the unprotected state in the warp was obviously in a more dangerous situation.

The huge chaos and negative emotions were like a mudslide, rushing towards her mental defense with a continuous and unstoppable force; and she was in a very bad mental state without any defense in a hurry, but she had no chance to break free and advance to a higher realm for defense.

Fortunately, Annasur had enough experience. After noticing Iris's abnormality, she used her power to intervene as soon as possible.

Her cold soul was like a cursed blade, making those whispering filth avoid it.

And taking advantage of this precious window, she reminded the young prophet at the soul level:

"Quick!

Suppress your instinct to perceive, and don't try to understand me anymore!

Or give yourself a psychological hint and mark my existence as something like a spirit bone construct."

"Yes... yes."

Iris embarrassedly withdrew her psychic perception from the body of her former best friend.

She quickly pulled her spirit to a higher realm, and rationality and calmness gradually returned as her soul floated up. The disgusting whispers in her ears just now gradually faded away in the unwilling curses and scolding.

"Huh..." Iris took three deep breaths before slowly opening her tired eyes.

After she followed the advice of the source to deal with the huge mental pain, the danger of mental defense collapse was finally temporarily eliminated.

After the young prophet struggled out of the crisis of soul loss, his physical pain was reduced to an acceptable level.

But Iris still didn't want to look at the Phoenix Lord in front of her, even though she knew that the other party's soul actually existed by relying on the armor.

There was no fluctuation of the soul on the other party's empty body, which made her produce a psychological effect similar to the human "uncanny valley" when compared with reality.

The panic of reason and the imbalance of senses made her extremely embarrassed.

In this case, the closer Annasur behaved to ordinary people, the more intense the panic she caused to people with psychic sensitivity like Iris.

"Don't dwell on it, kid.

Ignore the fact that I occupy your friend's body. Theoretically, my current state is indeed a constructed life."

The Phoenix Lord explained to the young prophet in a voice familiar to Iris, while raising his arm covered with bone armor and moving silently.

She was like every gladiator who was told what weapon to use when she appeared on the stage. She was seizing every precious minute and second to get familiar with the flexibility and vitality of this young body.

And in the senses of the prophet Iris, this body is now like a highly sophisticated puppet.

Due to its structure, it imitates the posture and movements of her friend.

But it is precisely because of this that when Iris stood in front of this monster, she seemed to feel that every pore of the other party was emitting a terrifying meaning called inhumanity.

"Where are your other colleagues? Are they ready?"

Annasur's calm tone reminded the young prophet and saved her from endless negative emotions again.

She took a deep breath of the stale air on the wreckage. Her consciousness was only a few centimeters away from the finger of the Lady of Despair.

"Yes, they are ready."

Iris looked at Annasur gratefully, but her soft neck stiffened in fear the next second.

"Hehe~"

After getting the information she wanted, the Phoenix Lord had no reason to stay. She chuckled and left the small tent, and began to warm up with a dance step full of fighting rhythm.

Iris stood there with a complicated expression, and did not speak for a long time.

This was probably Annasur's last battle. Since the fate predicted when the altar was created, this was her last resurrection.

"She will eventually die in the cold tomb of endless steel at the hands of the enemy to save the fate of the Ark."

This fate predicted thousands of years ago was not only known to Iris, but also to Annasur.

Iris couldn't imagine how the young daughter of the first leader of the Ark, the pure child known in history for her musical and literary talents, would seal the conscience and sensibility in her soul after putting on the helmet and become the coldest blade among all the tribes in the entire Ark.

She was the most special one, and everyone knew it.

Unlike the Phoenix Lords of all other tribes, Annasur, who has a special mission, wakes up every time with the careful guidance of the prophets.

Because her resurrection is different from that of other Phoenix Lords, it is limited in number. Her resurrection is too precious and can only be used at the most critical moment of the Ark.

Every time she returns and fights, it means the death of a great enemy. And as the great enemy dies, the next resurrection of Annasur will be doubly powerful.

But these are ultimately limited, and this resurrection is Annasur’s last elegy:

It was predicted when she first established the Night Blade Altar that this battle would be her last contribution to the Ark of Isalan.

"Where is the enemy?" The dancer who was about to go on stage made a final confirmation to the announcer. The costumes were ready, and all she was waiting for was the bright lights and the attention of the crowd.

"It's just ahead, on the stage of destiny."

Iris said to Annasur.

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"What is that?"

An old Astartes soldier said in shock as he looked at the magnificent space in front of him through the gap where the dust had settled after the explosion.

The tactical team at the front had moved forward and had already entered the third structure of the space wreck.

After passing through the remains of the human wreck on the outer layer and the wreckage of the alien civilization wreck on the second layer. The soldiers of the team unexpectedly saw traces of suspected human civilization in the third structure of the wreck.

It was a sanctuary, and its gorgeous decorations and tall columns explained its function.

But it was not only a family that satisfied spiritual needs. If someone knew about the brilliant civilization in the mist of history, they only needed to take a look to know the functional essence of the superb technology under its gorgeous decoration.

The huge hall unfolded in front of the team that broke in. The dome hundreds of meters high and the surrounding corridors had obvious aesthetics of human civilization.

There was a huge circular platform in the open space in the center, which was climbed by metal steps made of the same material as the dome.

The Astartes kept their battle formation and walked slowly forward in this majestic hall. From the perspective of the high dome, these giants were as small as insects.

Bang... Bang... Bang...

The heavy footsteps stepped on the smooth ground. While the Astartes looked around carefully, their ranks were gradually approaching the center of the hall.

The originally flat steps in the distance looked particularly huge when observed from a close distance. The golden sculptures and ornaments surrounding the entire circular platform at the top of the steps, while the gems inlaid on them shone brightly, also emitted a familiar mechanical hum.

Oh! Machinery, running machinery!

These battle-hardened and knowledgeable Astartes finally began to get excited.

Relics of civilization!

There is a basic energy supply!

There are a large number of complete equipment!

This information gathered in the minds of the team in front, and finally formed the ultimate word that all imperial technicians dreamed of-STC!

In addition to being shocked, they immediately began to use their equipment to record the details here and prepare to send a message to the rear.

The Grey Knights who were with the team directly converted what they saw into psychic information and transmitted it to the rear through the will of the Legion.

"Mark HH5, depth 65. Unit number 11, our unit has reached the core of the target, suspected of discovering the remains of civilization, and is now reporting to the command node..."

The team members were working nervously and excitedly, and the original tense emotions and combat awareness were gradually replaced by the excitement of discovery.

While the team members were photographing the surrounding facilities, they also stepped on the steps and went up step by step.

Bang... Bang... Bang...

The footsteps of the Terminators stepped on the metal floor, and the heavy echo showed the reliability of its material.

The Astartes focused their attention on the surrounding facilities and possible threats in the distance, while the open space in the center of the "platform" was ignored due to the repeated reconnaissance before.

Bang... Bang... Bang...

The approach of footsteps caused the smooth metal mirror on the "platform" to vibrate strangely. The invisible vibrations made the metal break away from the solid camouflage and reveal its liquid reality...

"In my name, order the fleet to stop the current force deployment!

The exploration team in front will retreat immediately! If you encounter an enemy, you are allowed to defend on the spot and wait for rescue!

The landing point reserve team retains a minimum number!

The troops above the baseline will move forward to cooperate with the front troops!"

On the Angel of Punishment, after watching the fleet commanders complete the landing plan, Calvin, who had been in a meditative state, suddenly felt a certain intuitive warning.

He changed his previous attitude and immediately ordered to intervene in the actions in front.

The Primarch has absolute authority in the fleet. When his series of orders were issued, the team on the abandoned ship in front immediately responded under the cover of the Legion's will.

But it was too late. When the Grey Knights in the hall received the will of the Legion, the veterans at the front stepped their steel boots onto the "platform."

Some kind of defense mechanism was triggered in the center of the huge palace. When some kind of energy supply switch was turned on, the mirror-like metal began to become active spontaneously!

Countless humanoid units stood up from the metal "platform", and these metal monsters, after a brief pause, rushed directly towards the Astartes team members!

"Enemy attack!"

The leading veteran noticed something was wrong the moment he lost balance. The self-balancing function of the electromagnetic muscle bundle under the power armor and the locking function of the joints were activated at the same time, saving the veteran's nearly ton body from imbalance.

It only takes half a second to go from extreme movement to extreme stillness; from extreme stillness to extreme movement, it only takes a helping hand from a comrade.

The moment his comrade behind him pulled him back, the steel boots he stepped forward at that time were only less than half a palm away from the once smooth "platform".

The team's violent arrow guns were shooting forward frantically. Under the seemingly chaotic barrage, the veterans' precise shooting effectively disintegrated the enemy's offensive.

Countless combat experiences and the instinct of shooting training for human units have allowed these veterans to maintain the cold and precise principle of shooting with the head and chest first even when facing an overwhelming enemy.

And it is this terrifying efficiency in the use of ammunition that creates a precious time window for the veterans to gather their formations and occupy favorable terrain, thus holding on to wait for help!

The nearby teams that received the signal were rushing forward frantically. The Terminator Power Armor, under the full output of the plasma backpack, turned into a violent metal behemoth and charged forward.

All obstacles along the way were meaningless in front of the impatient giant. On the red servo eyepiece under the helmet, the blood-like data stream was refreshing and rolling frantically!

Comrades are in front, and the enemy is in front!

"Start the transmission beacon!

The Honor Guard and I will go first!

The baby carriage team is ready to enter the field later!"

Calvin's face was as heavy as a mountain. He led the champion swordsmen of the Honor Guard to stand in the transmission hall of the Angel of Punishment, ready to join the battle at any time.

The signal of energy in place on the battleship's transmission array has been lit, and the hammer "Mission" in the hands of the Primarch is gradually raised. He carefully sensed the beacon at the forefront of the psychic energy. As long as the weak fireworks in the darkness have a moment of stability, he can tear through the barrier of space and reach the battlefield at the forefront in an instant.

But things went against his will. Just when Calvin caught that moment among thousands of moments and the power of transmission was ready, the long-planned large-scale ceremony of the Ark Eldar finally blocked the scene.

The core of the entire abandoned ship was instantly blocked from Calvin's perception, and the battle there naturally disappeared from his eyes.

"How dare you!" Calvin looked at the enemies who separated him from his offspring angrily.

As the initiator of all this, a slender and tall figure appeared at the end of Calvin's perception with a strange-shaped sword.

"Come, fight!"

The opponent's soul was not intimidated by Calvin's power, and gave a clear response to the anger of the original body.

Update, I slept for 5 hours in two days, I can't bear it anymore, I'm going to sleep.