Chapter 1077: Fun Is More Important than Victory
This is how Jianqi feels now. This great game that he has been thinking about has not brought him much pleasure yet. The strong negative feedback even makes him regret it.
No... I can't just give up in front of the subjective... There are still many things I haven't tried.
Jianqi shook his head, and Bai Huan's face disintegrated like mucus, and even dropped a lot. Seeing this, Lin Fan just raised his eyebrows and didn't ask too much. He just felt that Jianqi's divine power in his body was conflicting with each other.
In fact, Jianqi's consumption is very huge. She needs to suppress the divine power in her body while controlling a larger number of degraded bodies. If there is no Jianqi's control, these things will not be able to complete the exquisite coordination of arms, and can only charge together like beheaded insects.
Damn Silent King... Damn Void Dragon...
Tzeentch's head throbbed with pain. Thousands of Degraded Body production areas were uprooted by Silent King. Millions of Degraded Body were crushed into powder every second by the advance of Necrontyr. If the Degraded Dynasty was not equally difficult to deal with, Silent King and Void Dragon alone could have directly killed the core.
The huge gap between the front and the rear made support very difficult. Tzeentch could only rely on the troops originally left on the battlefield to fight the newly arrived Imperial troops to prevent Necrontyr from joining forces with them.
While thinking, the Death Mark Assassins who were originally used to trap and kill the landing troops were already standing under the metal wall. In the end, Tzeentch had to order the Death Mark Assassins to tear open these metal walls and fight Fulgrim Lorgar head-on.
Countless beams of light shone on the metal walls. These walls that only considered quick and cheap should have collapsed like sand, but in the attack of the Death Mark Assassins, not even a pit was left.
"Why is that?" Tzeentch slapped his hands and yelled in front of Lin Fan. Lin Fan pinched his nose, spread his hands and curled his lips innocently, and shook his head to show that he knew nothing.
As a shelter and battlefield environment, these walls cannot be destroyed for the time being - this is the victory of the rules.
Tzeentch's face turned red and blue, and finally sat down and put on a smile, "Hehe, you have to play games with a smile, I'm not angry."
Then he could only order the Death Mark Assassins to continue forward and jump into the pocket space to bypass the obstruction of the wall.
After so long, the Emperor's Children and the Word Bearers had already organized a temporary position with a large number of Star Army, and various artillery ranges had covered all areas before the metal wall. At this time, no matter where the Death Mark Assassins jumped out, what awaited them was a fierce counterattack by the Imperial troops.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter." Tzeentch rubbed his nose, casually gave the Death Mark Assassins an attack order, and then began to prepare for the mobilization of other troops.
Fulgrim and Lorgar swore an oath before the Emperor. They thought that the first battle of the landing would be extremely bloody and painful. Both Primarchs were ready to use their lives to open the way for the Imperial troops.
Who would have thought that the ground wall would be silent after being smashed, and no enemy came to harass until the position was basically completed.
"This is ridiculous." Lorgar looked sad, a kind of painful feeling of having energy but nowhere to use it.
"Indeed... Tzeentch should have other tricks." Fulgrim agreed in the voice channel. He watched the Eldar bonesingers summoning spirit bones out of thin air at an astonishing speed, wrapping up those heavy firepower positions that were easy to carry but lacked defense.
Then Fulgrim saw a gap in a corner, and a long spear was first poked out. Before the Death Mark assassin holding the gun completely got out of the pocket space, Fulgrim had already raised his gun and fired, and several explosive bombs slammed over.
The reaction of the Primarch level is the most mysterious detector in this universe. Even the cutting-edge equipment of the Necrontyr dare not say that it can be stronger than the Primarch.
Fulgrim's gunshot was undoubtedly a precursor to the start of the battle. All the soldiers who were a little nervous in the excessive silence immediately entered the state of war.
"Enemy attack!"
It was not until the Death Mark assassin shot by Fulgrim fell down that the roars of the sergeant and the political commissar echoed throughout the position.
A team of Emperor's Children instantly stood around Fulgrim, holding storm shields equipped with power fields, power swords and a finely crafted bolt pistol.
More and more cracks opened, without any pattern to follow. These Death Mark assassins just found a place to come out and jumped out together. Even at Fulgrim's feet, a Death Mark assassin quietly poked his head out, and then Fulgrim stepped back with one foot.
"Don't be afraid of these filth! Warriors of the Empire! Show your loyalty to the great Emperor!" The roar of the nuns sounded reassuring. Although they always launched desperate charges due to over-zealous issues, and even personally executed friendly troops who were considered unsteady and heretical, they were indeed a powerful force worthy of trust.
Fulgrim held the head of a Death Mark Assassin in his hand and looked at it carefully. This degraded version of the Death Mark Assassin was still made up of solid bones and pale flesh and blood. It was inferior to living metal in defense, but it could also regenerate and reconstruct as quickly as living metal.
Moreover, these degraded Death Mark Assassins were more stable than those seen on Cadia. The muzzles were no longer sprayed with random things, but neural splitting beams and Gaussian beams that were designed in accordance with the gun.
Throwing the head aside, Fulgrim raised his gun and shot with the Emperor's Children to advance left and right. Every position flooded by the Death Mark Assassins could get his support in time.
One hundred thousand Death Mark assassins, even the degraded version is very scary. These specialized assassination units were formed into a legion, and then casually thrown by Tzeentch on the Imperial positions, causing a lot of casualties.
Every shot means that an Imperial soldier's nerves are completely detonated, and then die in great pain. Even Space Marines can hardly withstand the attack of Death Mark assassins. Those who can raise their arms and fight back after a shot are already elite.
But for some reason, the Emperor's Children have excellent resistance to nerve-breaking beams. Almost everyone can launch an effective counterattack after being attacked by Death Mark assassins.
Fulgrim thought for a long time, and finally could only think of the answer in the direction that the Emperor's Children had fallen. In the pursuit of pleasure, he and the Emperor's Children can be said to have exhausted all means, and all kinds of extraordinary drugs are injected into the body without regard for life. Over a long period of time, the nervous system has long been trained.
This kind of advantage... it's better not to have it...
Fulgrim finished thinking this, feeling very sad, but his hands did not stop moving. The guards following his steps were like tigers entering a flock of sheep in the group of Death Mark assassins, leaving countless debris on the ground wherever they passed.
The Death Mark assassins were very accurate in shooting, but the Emperor's Children were also well protected. As soldiers who have survived in the Eye of Terror, they all have their own unique skills.