paranoianovel Chapter 290 Empty Armor
Chapter 290 Empty Armor
Mutants transformed into Astartes naturally cannot be the same as normal people. Some organs completely fail and some are over-developed.
For example, the enemy Yifeng is facing now has obvious problems with the first stage of bone strengthening surgery and muscle strengthening surgery. The whole body looks abnormally thin and has no black carapace, but the visual control and Lyman's Ears are very good. They discovered Yifeng and the others at a greater distance.
In the brief moment of eye contact, their excellent eyes intensified and saw the emblem on our shoulder armor.
"Red Torrent! Kill them!"
They jumped in the passage, their dry arms and thin thigh muscles trembling slightly. The leader was slightly stronger, but even though he held the power sword high, he could still barely reach Yifeng's forehead with the tip of the sword.
Yifeng is a big guy with a naked height of three meters.
He lowered his head and glanced at the enemies in Wuyang. Direct-fire missiles had already flown out from behind Yifeng. The soldiers greeted the enemies with the most ferocious firepower.
A head flew up and rolled down to the feet of the red armor.
Yifeng slowly raised his feet and took a step forward.
The Beiwei troops at the rear were all uniform, and they also raised their feet and took a step forward.
"Boom~~" The pace was deafening, even covering up the chaotic sound of explosions.
This tremor could be heard throughout the Moon-class cruiser, and the most elite warriors of the Red Torrent announced their arrival.
There is no need to hide oneself. On the face-to-face battlefield, a strong man does not bother to hide himself. He is like a fierce ghost or a god of death. He must wear the most conspicuous shirt so that all enemies can see him.
Beat them until they run away!
Yifeng roared, and the soldiers in front of him rushed into the enemy's formation. He held the sword in both hands as if he were in an uninhabited land. He slashed his head with a knife. The enemy holding the power sword was accurately split in half. The power sword that fell on the ground was kicked by Yifeng. Stepping under the adamantine armor.
Several enemies bumped into Yifeng fearlessly and tried to knock him down, but Yifeng remained motionless. It was even difficult to knock down the power armor. Do you still want to knock down the adamantine armor?
Amid the waves of enemies, Yifeng stood as still as a rock. The flames of the explosion washed through the bright red armor, and the darkness of the laser beam burning flesh was split open by the violent slashes of the cross sword.
More enemies came up, and they grabbed Yifeng's arm. With the rapid slashes, it swayed in the air. They grabbed the arm tightly but there was nothing they could do. They bit it with their teeth, broke it with their hands, and exhausted all their strength. All the methods that can be thought of, the final result is to be thrown out ruthlessly, or...
The Beiwei army behind could even use flamethrowers to directly burn Yifeng to clean the "dirt" on his surface.
Right in front of this terrifying warrior, the troops who were good at catching swords with bare hands had been killed. The mysterious stance rippling on the cross sword made the flesh and blood look like dreamy bubbles and shattered at a touch.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, there were only countless scorched corpses around Yifeng. The last few enemies saw that the situation was not good, and stood hesitating in the distance. Their legs were broken by several explosive shells, and they left forever on the way to the distance. this dirty world.
Yifeng raised his feet, and there were many palms hanging on the power sword under his feet. Countless enemies wanted to pull the long sword out from under his feet, and they would hold on tightly until they died and never let go.
Another enemy's palm hung on a severed hand, which turned into a puddle of flesh under Yifeng's stampede.
With a gentle kick, the power sword slid back and was picked up by the battle brother.
"Hang, this is the war blade of the Redemption Light Chapter."
The army was like a wall, constantly advancing, crushing all the traitors blocking the front. It didn't take long for Yifeng to catch up with the vanguard.
The force led by Furusch took down the gas valve, and at this moment he was preparing to lead the team to launch a general attack.
The soldier on the side carried a simple bird servant biological detection array on his back. It showed that there were about three hundred enemies in the last area. Unsurprisingly, they were the main enemies who had taken off the armor from the Redemption Light Chapter.
"How are the Demoman preparations going?"
"The melta bomb has been planted."
"It seems that I came a little late, Fulu Shi." Yifeng's voice floated from behind, but when Fulu Shi turned around, he found that he was close at hand.
"Continue your actions, I will go to the flanks to cooperate with you."
.......
The noisy sirens mixed with the painful cries of the injured made the already crowded bridge even more cramped.
The power armor collided with each other, and the metal parts were not lubricated by engine oil, making a harsh friction sound with every rotation.
"Don't scream, it will be fine soon." This hoarse voice crawled over the sweaty skin and entered the ears of the poor child lying on the ground.
Like a ghost urging death.
The sharp power sword sliced off the flesh and blood, revealing the joints of the black carapace.
An "Astartes" with a mutated muscle-strengthening organ was forcibly shaved off of excess flesh and blood without anesthesia, revealing a black carapace, which was then stuffed into the newly stolen power armor.
The pungent smell of blood spurted out from the power armor, with pieces of flesh and blood still remaining inside.
"You ate the most just now, so there's no need to refuse. Entering the power armor is your gift."
The mutant Astartes naturally choose the guy with the best taste detection enhancement to eat the flesh and blood, so that they can gain more Astartes combat experience.
The power sword cut off the last piece of flesh, and then the "high priest" covered in strange runes waved his hand, and the guys around him were busy putting on the armor for the unlucky guy.
"High Priest, when will we counterattack?"
"Don't worry, it'll be ready soon."
Tzeentch has some disdain for ordinary souls. He likes scholars who tirelessly pursue knowledge and the most sophisticated conspirators.
"Our reinforcements will arrive soon. We must unite all our forces to defeat these hateful traitors."
Everyone was stunned. A subtle spiritual light flashed in the high priest's eyes, radiating into everyone's eyes.
"Yes, unite all forces."
Amid the cheers of the crowd, a huge explosion sounded from nearby, the door was brutally blown open, and before the particle turbulence of the melta bomb dissipated, bombs rained down.
"Big guy, block them."
Many "Astartes" stood up, and the muscle-strengthened flesh and blood tanks stood up from several directions and rushed towards Volus holding a sledgehammer.
The fastest ones were the big guys without power armor, more than four meters tall, as crazy as overgrown green-skinned bosses.
Furushi stopped and jumped back. Two warriors holding melta guns appeared on the left and right, shooting at the enemy.
Then the city-breaking power hammer followed up and cleaned up the corpses with a big hole in their chest.
Volus rounded the sledgehammer, arched his front feet, shifted his body's center of gravity downwards, and his muscles bulged high.
"Kill~~me~~go~~"
A big man yelled something, but his words were unclear due to broken sounds. He was holding a thick pillar, and the Primaris warriors at the gate bumped into him, seemingly trying to block the door with the pillar.
Volus took a deep breath, and the jersey made of the battle flags of the heroic troops behind him was slightly raised, and the hormones secreted by the pituitary gland surged through his body with powerful power.
"Whoo~"
The heavy power hammer disappeared instantly. The soldiers did not see the trajectory of the sledgehammer clearly. Volus had already taken a step forward, and the huge pillar held by the enemy burst from the middle.
Volus spun rapidly, and his robe spun around in the air. Broken metal from the pillars splashed on the robe, and was swept away. The second hammer hit the big man's head hard and fast. superior.
Red and white things splashed everywhere, and the power hammer's offensive continued unabated. All the way down, the huge hammer head savagely "split" the four-meter-high body in front of him in half, and there was already a piece of meat sauce below.
"Traitor, what have you done!"
Volus rushed out from between the two halves of the big man, followed by several missiles with tail flames, each aimed at the target surrounding Volus.
For a time, most of the circle surrounding Volus was filled with flames.
Some grenades were thrown over, and the second batch of attacking enemies wore battle armor and ignored the deadly weapons rolling under their feet, and collided with the red torrent.
The high priest retreated quietly, reciting a spell on the bloody battlefield, twisting his body, waving the power sword that was not activated, with a long cloth wrapped with spells written on it.
Behind him was the main console of the Moon-class battleship. He heavily inserted the war blade and the cloth into the console. The cables screamed, and the fallen machine soul howled, barely opening a small subspace rift.
The high priest frowned, feeling something was wrong.
"Boom~~"
The floor beneath his feet was shattered, and a round head of Yifeng emerged from below.
Hehe, you didn’t expect that I took the lower road this time.
"boom!"
Yifeng felt dizzy. A big man with no martial ethics kicked Yifeng in the back of the head when he stepped back. He fell uncontrollably and sat on his head.
"Live up to the Emperor's grace!"
Following Yifeng's angry battle cry, the Beiwei army rushed out of the gap in the floor, joined forces with the Frusci army inside and outside, and attacked the enemies who had just put on the armor!
The high priest looked at the figure in front of him in horror. An unspeakable sense of oppression completely suppressed him. It was unclear whether it was fear or something else.
It's him.
The high priest heard Yifeng's voice, and his hoarse voice became sharp and harsh, "Kill him, quickly, kill him!"
He jumped and pulled out the power sword wrapped with spell strips from the command platform, dancing like a witch dance, constantly pointing the tip of the sword at Yifeng, but he did not dare to make any forward movement.
The subspace rift became unstable. Fortunately, nine Chaos warriors flew out of it, and surging spiritual energy erupted from the leaders, barely maintaining the rift.
Yifeng glanced sideways, became furious, and rushed towards the Chaos warriors with the undead sword.
The Thousand Sons, a warrior of the Fifteenth Legion, whose original form is Magnus, serves Tzeentch and possesses extremely powerful psychic powers.
Tzeentch used a little trick to cause the warriors of the Thousand Sons Legion to fall into irreversible flesh and blood mutations. In order to solve the problem of these warriors, Ahriman of the Thousand Sons Legion released a spell in Tzeentch's conspiracy. Large numbers of soldiers have turned into hollow armor.
These poor warriors are called Scarlet Letter Warriors. Their bodies dissipate and their souls are forever trapped in small armors. They have lost most of their emotions over the years. These empty armors can only be used in combat. It will show some characteristics of living creatures.
Ahriman's spell was not ineffective. About a thousand, or 999, the most powerful Thousand Sons command bosses successfully cured the flesh and blood mutation.
Now, the leader is a Chaos Psyker. Their purpose is very simple. Under some secret technique, the dead Scarlet Letter Warrior can be reborn in another power armor and become trapped in the armor again. numb soul.
He's here to rob the power armor.
Something is obviously wrong with the current situation.
Yifeng strode forward, the rift in the subspace collapsed, and the spiritual energy turned into countless disorderly turbulent flows, impacting the surrounding spiritual creatures.
The body of the high priest was pierced by a turbulent current, and his chest was burned into a big hole by lightning.
Turbulence automatically avoided Yifeng and rioted around him. Qianzi's only physical boss snorted coldly and pressed down with both hands to suppress the chaotic spiritual energy.
The armor of the red letter warrior couldn't stop shaking, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.
Yifeng smiled, rubbing his big white teeth, which were amplified by the loudspeaker, like a beast chewing the carcass of its last prey and staring disdainfully at the next prey.
"I am Ahriman."
"If you register randomly, you will be beaten."
Yifeng stepped forward, the Thousand Sons strong man put his hands together, chanted a spell in his mouth, and the parchment wrapped around his waist suddenly flew out, wrapped around his chest, and danced a witchcraft dance in the air like a dragon.
The thunder instantly covered the surroundings, but it weakened greatly when it was close to Yifeng. The lightning chain slapped on the fine gold armor, bouncing off a few sparks.
Amid the questions that filled the Thousand Sons strong man's head, the cross sword had already been chopped down together with the bolt gun.
The combat capabilities of the Scarlet Letter Warriors are much stronger than those of ordinary Astartes. Their lack of bodies means that they are destined not to be affected by inertia, pain, breathing and other factors.
A wizard, now the Thousand Sons strongman, can control and strengthen the entire Scarlet Letter Warrior squad. He uses witchcraft to cover the Scarlet Letter Warrior's bolter with powerful power, making it a weapon that can directly attack the soul, ignoring Hellfire bombs for physical defense.
Then, I, the Thousand Sons strongman, watched in amazement as the explosive bombs collided and shattered on the adamantine armor, and the psychic attack disappeared without a trace.
"The bones of Sister Silence, no, it cannot be so strong."
"Finally say something humane?"
Yifeng got close enough to them that the souls of the red letter warriors were crumbling. The reality barrier storm blowing from the void was sweeping their bodies in reverse, and their armor was crumbling.
(Thousand Sons’ paint is also red)
The cross sword of the undead passed by, and the shriveled gray matter of the red letter warrior floated out of the armor. The power armor was cut in half and fell to the ground.
The flames of the magic flamethrower hit Yifeng from the other side. With the impact of psychic power, the cooling system of the armor began to work.
"No, disperse immediately, my master, I need your help, the great master of destiny, the god of wisdom, the controller of destiny..."
Thousand Sons forcibly withstood the terrifying counter-psionic force and dragged all the Scarlet Letter Warriors into the air with their psychic powers.
"Who are you exactly?"
"Remember, my name is Robert Guilliman."
Thousand Sons: I#@$$%^\u0026*^
"If you don't like it, you can call me Ryan Jonson."
The Thousand Sons expert made a prompt decision and flew towards the troops in the distance without looking back.
I don’t believe that everyone has this weird battle like yours... My master of tricks!
Volus looked up and saw some strange suits of armor floating in the sky. Without thinking, he shouted in the communication channel: "Anti-psionic bombs are in place!"
Unfortunately, he was still a step too late. Hellfire bombs from the Scarlet Letter Warrior were fired at him rapidly. Volus made a mistake. He tried to deflect his body and use his thick shoulder armor and sleek side armor to resist the attack.
The hellfire bomb shattered on the armor, and only part of the soul power was absorbed. There was still a large amount of soul impact hitting Volus' soul.
Bainapao trembled slightly, feeling like someone had stabbed her "butt".
"Which old man!"
Bainapao angrily held the small horn and spun it in the subspace, looking for the enemy.
Volus was dizzy and felt his brain swelling and pain, but he still stood firm.
The power hammer fell to the ground due to the loss of strength in his hand, but he freed his hand, touched the combat dagger tied to his thigh, and threw it towards the enemy flying in the sky.
The strong Thousand Sons man was shocked, why is there another pervert? Have I entered the illusion of the Lord of Destiny? Why are enemies completely immune to my attacks?
Another hellfire bomb penetrated Fulushi's body. This time, blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. Some dusty memories turned into fragments and flowed turbulently in his mind. As long as he closed his eyes, he could See your various life experiences.
Including the specific experience of the last time the Tzeentch demon invaded his inner lake.
The subconscious battle suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and his anger gradually rose.
"Brother, give me the bolter."
The members of Volus's guard were leaning against him and shooting from the side. Suddenly, a pair of big hands snatched away his weapons. Volus and the Scarlet Letter warriors fired face to face. Both warriors savagely used their front armor to absorb the bombs.
After three anti-psionic bombs hit the enemy, the floating scarlet letter warrior suddenly fell down, and the long-dead body fragments spread to the entire bridge along with the shock wave of the explosion.
"Come! The filth of the warp, the ants that only dare to hide in the shadows, come and face our wrath!"
Volus's speed was getting faster and faster. While charging towards the Thousand Sons strongman, he held a bolter in one hand and shot at him.
Even if the explosive bomb misses the target, the anti-psionic object flying in front of the Thousand Sons strong man's face can still disrupt his psychic concentration.
He felt that something was wrong, so he said, run away!
What the hell is this?
In the subspace, Bainapao felt a pain in his "butt", and even the soul of Volus wrapped in his body was somewhat damaged, which made him very angry.
Looking around, there was an indescribable demon hovering around him.
It's the only one that did it?
What the hell? I'm in a bad mood, extremely bad, and I'll do it to anyone I see!
Ever since, Baina Pao had sex with a Tzeentch electronic demon in the subspace.
The electronic demon was also puzzled. Didn't he mean to eat the machine soul of a cruiser? He called me over, but the opening was too small and I couldn't get through.
It was wondering if it had been tricked by a "trick".
"Bang~"
A piece of rag was inserted into its body, and it felt extremely frightened by the disappearance of the essential power of subspace.
"WTF?"
When the strange thing like this code was about to fight back, it felt like the surroundings had completely changed. The rushing river surrounded it, and the vortex composed of indescribable and huge psychic energy shattered its body.
There are only a few thousand worlds under Yifeng's control, which is only 0.05% of the Emperor's power. That's not something a demon like you can touch.
In the rushing waves, every drop of "river water" is filled with the people's cries. A grand wish connects every individual. The torrential river water completely swallows up the electronic demon.
The demon drowning in the subspace felt countless fiery forces taking away the waste code from its body bit by bit. It shattered into several pieces, rolling and twisting like maggots in the river.
Baina Pao squatted down angrily and continued to sleep.
The strong Thousand Sons felt that the connection between the Lord of Destiny and him suddenly became weak.
Could it be that He is dissatisfied with me?
The emergence of this idea made him give up the idea of escape, defeat the enemy with strategy, defeat the enemy with spiritual energy, the never-exhausting subspace, please lend me power.
A door-shaped psychic gap opened, and the remaining scarlet letter warriors floated into the door and disappeared.
Yifeng angrily stepped on the big "Alien Astartes" and jumped heavily, but unfortunately he couldn't reach the opponent's door. The psychic energy dissipated instantly, and the surroundings returned to the original disorderly battle.
The high priest's body squirmed, and the pierced flesh suddenly flew up. The wizard's robe behind him became extremely huge, with dots of stars in it, as if it contained a galaxy.
"Hey, come on, is my armor fake?"
Yifeng got angry and shouted at Fulushi: "Fuluushi! Flatten it for me!"
Before Yifeng could finish his words, countless explosive bombs flew towards the corpse. When all the Primaris warriors' attention was attracted by the high priest, the Thousand Sons strongman hiding from behind quietly controlled the scarlet letter. Soldiers, floating towards the distance.
far away......
As we all know, our think tanks generally do not operate together with the anti-psionic warriors. They are either strategizing on the ship or overseeing the battle situation from a distance.
Li Anjun was bored in every possible way. The Red Torrent soldiers moved in an orderly manner and the "search" was strict. There were no enemies at all in the places they swept.
He wandered among the shattered Lunar-class cruisers, trying to figure out what had happened to the ship.
As a think tank, he has almost the entire regiment's knowledge. He cannot build instruments with his bare hands like a technical sergeant, but he can at least recognize what he sees.
At this moment, Li Anjun was squatting next to the Geller Position Generator, taking off a patch that looked very old. The crude iron sheet and the worst sort of emergency supplies were used here. It must have been the most difficult period.
The Thousand Sons expert floated secretly and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw an "ordinary" Mark X armor wearer without a helmet, squatting with his back to him.
Finally there is a normal person, sneak attack!