Chapter 330 The Final Battle

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Silver-blue bullets were fired from the hands of the Grey Knights

"3-second fire shield countdown!"

When the tactical action of suppressive shooting began, the members of the fire suppression position in the team shared their ammunition counters on the team's public data channel. When the number of ammunition in the ammunition belt reached the warning line, all members saw this bright red prompt in the power armor servo.

The two Grey Knights who were charging forward stopped instantly and raised the storm bolters on their arm armor to continue suppressing the rain of bullets.

"4 seconds!"

Limited by the data link with the ordinary Astartes, the Grey Knights could only loudly report their ammunition remaining in the channel while firing.

"So short?" The No. 2 fire position, who was originally preparing to continue forward, asked angrily after hearing the Grey Knight's prompt. But facing the threat of the alien star mark, he gave up the idea of ​​charging headfirst and stopped to prepare to fire.

Seeing the fire line connected by their comrades in front, the two Grey Knights looked at each other awkwardly, then raised their halberds and charged forward.

As Grey Knights who mainly use punishment weapons and psychic attacks as a supplement, the ammunition capacity of the bolt guns they are equipped with has always been an embarrassing existence.

But fortunately, the distance of hundreds of meters has been halved, and the Grey Knights stopped when they reached the limit of the casting distance.

Seeing the alien soldiers who were pouring fire crazily on the high point of the opposite position, one of the Grey Knights opened his eyes wide and pointed the halberd wrapped in lightning at the enemy!

"Law-whip!"

The huge chain of lightning instantly penetrated the air barrier of more than 100 meters between the two, and the huge space was instantly filled with the enemy's dying wails and ionized ozone.

But the enemy's counterattack arrived immediately.

The Grey Knight who had just finished casting had no time to react, and a halberd that was also full of psychic energy was thrown into the air angrily by the Eldar War Master who saw his comrades die in battle.

The psychic shield of the Holy Shield Terminator was activated instantly, but it only resisted for half a second under the spear head with anti-psychic runes, and the sharp spear broke through the shield and pierced the thick shield of the Terminator.

Boom!

The Grey Knight who took a half step back shook his body, and before he could adjust his center of gravity, he saw the Eldar assassin who appeared in front of him with a knife raised to cut.

Seeing that the enemy's heavy sword was about to hit him, the psychic communication of his comrades behind him made him give up struggling and fall back along the center of gravity.

Whoosh! The huge battle blade swept through the air, and the fallen Grey Knight could even feel the wind of the blade passing through the loudspeaker port of the helmet.

The Eldar move of the air-slashing Eldar was old, and before he could adjust, he heard the roar from the front!

To die...

In the last moment of her life, the Eldar assassin raised her head, and what she saw was the battle blade of the Heavenly Punishment Halberd wrapped in thunder, which was getting bigger and bigger in her eyes.

Puff!

Ignoring the Eldar corpse that was decapitated and slumped on the ground in front of him, the Grey Knight turned around and pulled up his fallen comrade.

Looking up, the Astartes had completed the tactical action of charging. The Eldar, who were forced into close combat, could not use their agility in the narrow space, so they had to abandon some of their comrades and retreat backwards while covering each other.

The exploration team in the rear was joining the battlefield one after another. A large number of Astartes were constantly crossing the battlefield that was in a state of cleaning and continued to pursue the retreating Eldar.

When this key stronghold leading to the third floor was opened, the space for the enemy to move around was visibly becoming scarcer.

The commander of the team in front put away his charging posture. The moment he raised the heavy shield in his hand, an Eldar corpse squeezed between the shield and the wall fell down.

The sergeant turned his head to inspect the battlefield where the fire had just been exchanged. After a brief pause on a fallen Astarte and the Eldar corpse on him, he met his eyes with other warriors.

One of the team members obviously had a special tactical mission. After nodding slightly to the sergeant, he turned around and picked up his fallen comrade and walked to the back.

At the assembly point behind the battlefield, the pharmacist of his regiment was waiting for him and his dead brother.

The other three Astartes had no time to grieve. After meeting with the Grey Knights, they continued to move silently to the location where the gunfire sounded deep in the wreck.

"Soul Stone."

Pulling out the spear from his chest, Grey Knight Saladin continued to move forward with the horrifying wound.

When passing by the body of an Eldar warmaster, his eyes hidden under the Crusader's heavy helmet saw the gem carefully decorated on the Eldar's chest.

The Grey Knight, who was familiar with its function, stopped and bent down, and stretched out the silver gauntlet forward with a little force.

The next second after the embedded metal buckle was instantly crushed, the gem that was supposed to contain the soul of the Eldar was in the hands of the Grey Knight.

"What did you find?"

The comrade behind him walked by and asked by psychic communication after noticing Saladin's abnormality.

"No soul." Saladin looked up at the battlefield ahead.

"Gala" The fragile gem was crushed by him.

"There is something wrong with this space. The aliens are holding some kind of blasphemous ritual!

The souls of the dead did not go to where they should go, but were plundered by this ritual at the moment of death!"

Bang!

On the other side of the battlefield, the Phoenix Lord was split by Calvin's heavy sword, and his flexible body retreated. From the perspective of the spectators, it looked like a badminton that was hit by a heavy racket.

A bitter smile accompanied by blood foam overflowed from the corner of her mouth under the mask. In front of Calvin who transformed into Iverson's form, Anna Suul's proud agility and flexibility were not enough.

Due to the inhuman body functions of the Primarch, the explosive power and reaction speed are higher than those of the Eldar Phoenix Lord;

Its absolutely oppressive and even destructive power makes the latter risk having his hands broken every time he parries, and he can barely parry with his superb skills.

In the eyes of the champion swordsmen who were watching, the battles between the two sides were still on the same level. Both were battles that exceeded the limits of their vision and reaction.

But the Phoenix Lord, who is actually at the center of the storm, knows clearly that what she relies on now is just the other party's adaptation to her body and the memory of certain martial arts.

When the enemy no longer wants to continue this rhythm, it will probably be the time when he falls here.

boom!

After being struck down by Calvin's unreasonable sword dance again, Anna Suel, who had no time to adjust her center of gravity, was instantly hit by Calvin's shoulder.

Annasul flew more than ten meters in an instant, knocking the steel plates on the wall loose, and quickly got up. Although her trembling hands rebuilt her defense;

But in the eyes of a group of champion swordsmen watching the battle, she and Calvin had been barely maintaining a balance of power that hid their defeat. At this point, there was finally no way to cover it up and it was completely exposed.

call!

Calvin was refreshed after being separated from the memories of another world. His eyes that regained his consciousness became clear again, and he looked at the aliens in front of him with a calm gaze.

The battle just now was instantly recollected and analyzed in his brain. The details of the opponent's deliberate delay were particularly obvious and dazzling at this moment.

"Alien! Tell me your purpose! I will give you a decent death!"

Astartes' voice was already loud, and even his slightly louder laughter sounded like a roar to mortal ears.

When it comes to Calvin, the voice of the original gene is even more exaggerated. Its spiritual voice is like an attack in itself to the ears of the Eldar warriors.

If it weren't for the Phoenix Lord's Bone Helmet, it would be a legendary piece of equipment in itself, with its own defense against sonic attacks.

At this time, Annasul's injuries would probably become more serious because of Calvin's unintentional actions.

"The honor of our clan does not need to be given by you vulgar apes!"

The Phoenix Lord slowly stood up from the low frame, and the weapons in his hands also drew subtle trajectories, turning into another strange holding frame.

Her chest slowly rose and fell with the rhythm of her breathing, and beneath her bone armor, there was a particularly large soul stone shining brightly.

Feeling the increasingly vigorous vitality in the gem, the Phoenix Lord moved his mind, and the increasingly swollen power in the soul stone flowed towards her body.

It seems that the prophets in the rear have completed their mission, and the mission that I have been delaying here should also come to an end.

It's time to end this fight!

Anasul looked at the Primarch as thick as an abyss in front of him, knowing that even with the increase of the Soul Stone, there was no chance of victory.

But this is what the old man predicted. Since the day she was born, she has been preparing for this doomed battle.

The souls of her kind are all in her body at this moment, and in a little while the young prophets will become one with her.

Although until now, she still doesn't know the meaning of this battle.

But since the prophets said that dying in battle could save the fate of their compatriots.

Then she will be duty-bound and will bravely welcome her eventual arrival.

"Come! Fight!"

The last warrior of the Lost Ark responded and challenged the Primarch of mankind with the trembling sword in his hand.

The first and last Phoenix Lord of the Night Blade Tribe - Anna'suul, brings all the Ark Eldar warriors and the souls of the prophets to fight here!

I was so bragging that I thought I was in time, but I was still a few minutes late. Sorry sorry.