paranoianovel Chapter 272 Running towards freedom
Chapter 272 Running towards freedom
More Astartes intervened on the battlefield, not hesitate to use drop pods.
These Eldar were wearing too little clothing, as scanty as the Dark Eldar.
Fur could not stop the laser, and Enke's technical sergeant's special weapon for dealing with the Eldar was rediscovered. This severely degraded barbarian Eldar suffered a heavy blow in the early stages of the battle.
They have too few bone chanters. Without bone chanters, there would be no spirit bones. Without spirit bones, there would be almost nothing. The weapons, armor, battleships and even furniture of the Eldar are all made of spirit bones.
The reason why this tribe was expelled was because they used psionics to do some extremely illegal things, so they rarely brought relevant knowledge with them when they were exiled. As a result, even if the Bonesingers appeared later, they would be able to create very few things. .
Even if there is a strong man who can make battleship parts, he can only cast basic objects according to the "rules".
.......
"Brother Yifeng, we are here!"
Rogier took the lead and led the wolf brothers to forcefully land on this rocky beach area. Even though everyone was wearing similar anti-psionic armor, the characteristics of the wolf group could still be distinguished from their wild way of advancing.
They directly blew open the stone wall above and landed in the center of an enemy settlement.
The Wild Eldar were already hiding in various caves in their settlements, and the Astartes breathed a sigh of relief when they foolishly headed towards the "town center".
"Prepare the divine formation." (Barbarian Eldar language)
In the center of the cave, those seemingly gorgeous and artistic buildings are actually their altars. The Eldar who follow the conservative lineage attach great importance to these rituals.
The altar is complex and mysterious, and the entire "town" is a large psychic formation that can trap stupid enemies.
On the cave wall, there are caves behind the narrow openings. That is where the ordinary Eldar live. This "mountain wall" is entirely made of spiritual bones. There is no way. The Bone Singers, who only have knowledge of architecture, have been doing it for so many years. In the process of reproduction and reproduction, only the most basic craftsmanship can be used to build complex buildings.
Otherwise, there would be nothing to do.
Arrows shot out from the smallest holes, spears flew, and it felt like Ogryn had seen him before - wielding a powerful high-tech heavy bolter as a stick to beat people with.
Yifeng strode forward, and the light green ion bombs blasted large craters on the rock walls. Explosions continued to appear under his feet, as if there were deadly traps hidden under every floor tile.
With another kick, the heavy adamantine armor crushed the floor tiles together with the stings underneath. Yifeng's half of his foot sank into the ground and he was struggling to pull it out.
Seeing an opportunity, the melee warriors of the Savage Spirit Tribe, who had been suppressed and beaten for a long time, finally couldn't bear it anymore.
The most elite spirit warriors, two warriors from the guard of the old man Lingjing flew into the battlefield. They swept towards Yifeng from the air, holding huge war blades in their hands. These exquisite swords originated from ancient spirits. The clan's treasured sword has been passed down to their generation from generation to generation, and it still exudes a cold light.
"We come from ancient times..."
They landed lightly on the "house spire", and then jumped high, with graceful and smooth movements, but the crushed spire announced to everyone the strength of the enemy.
The guards, who focused on training in melee combat, launched a cross-attack towards Yifeng, jumping and slashing at the red-armored giant in the middle from two directions.
Yifeng stopped the action of "pulling out his feet" and easily pulled his feet out.
The cross sword streaked across the sky at an extremely fast speed. The opponent could have used the suspended spirit stone to change the jumping trajectory, but they got too close, the spirit stone failed, and the ancient blade and their bodies were chopped into two pieces and hit the Yifeng's body was broken into two parts, and blood splashed all over Yifeng.
"The divine array is ready and activated!"
A burst of magnificent psychic light appeared all around. The cold light separated hundreds of thin lines, rotating in the air, carving out a dome-shaped cage. The stones below began to rotate mysteriously, and everything around was disrupted. The light lit up in the houses in the "residential area", and the mysterious patterns engraved on them lit up. Thin lines of cold psychic energy also extended out, complementing the dome above.
The surging psychic energy traveled wildly around the warriors, and even the anti-psionic armor could not fully absorb its terrifying psychic energy.
At the same time, dozens of warriors were knocked away by the energy shock, and the spiritual energy brought them to the sky. The fine lines in the dome kept strangulating the fine gold, and the red nano-coating was blown away by the spiritual energy, revealing the original fine gold. The golden surface.
The gem in the middle of the altar shines, and countless spiritual energies surround it, forming the appearance of a long-lost Eldar god.
Everything around him changed, except for Yifeng, everything was quiet as usual.
"Little tricks."
Yifeng snorted coldly, changed his "slow" movements from before, completely gave up the strategic idea of showing weakness to the enemy, and went straight to the core of the formation with the cross sword in hand.
Countless psychic light balls were thrown at him, and disappeared into nothingness after getting close to him. In the end, only the breeze blew on his face.
It is true that powerful psykers can fight with the presence of the Sisters of Silence, and the Emperor can even ignore the strongest Sisters of Silence and still release incredible psychic spells, but...I have more than a dozen of them. The bones of an untouchable person.
The equivalent of a dozen Sisters of Silence kicking you around.
The floating rocks around were originally seats. The essence of this formation was for sacrifice. The higher-status spirits could sit on the smoothest and highest floating stones, while the lowest-status ones could only stand with their feet on the palm-sized ones. On the stone.
The priest calls it "piety."
Yifeng ignored these complicated rules, and the rocks around him fell one after another. He walked out of the muddy ground and went straight towards the incarnation of the Eldar god.
The problem is...this god is dead a long time ago, too dead to be dead anymore, having been eaten dry by Slaanesh.
This incarnation has only the simplest consciousness and punishes those who do not follow the rules.
Yifeng's behavior angered the core of the formation, and the spiritual energy that was condensing the god's body turned into long dragons and bit into the blasphemous man.
The torrent of psychic energy washed over Yifeng's body. All the spirit tribes believed that the gods would kill the blasphemer. They stared closely at the red figure in the middle.
Then, they witnessed a miracle.
The bright red shell faded away, and the golden glory dyed the cold spiritual energy with a golden edge. Yifeng stood still and even leisurely drew a few circles in the air with his cross sword.
He began to accelerate again, rushing towards the statue crazily. The myth of the invincibility of the Eldar gods for thousands of years was shattered by an external invader.
Large groups of spiritual warriors jumped out of the bunkers, pulled out their weapons, and rushed towards Yifeng. They jumped dexterously on the rocks, and the gods' spiritual energy even began to attack them.
"Stop. You dare to blaspheme the great mind!" (Barbarian Eldar language)
No one could catch up with Yifeng's pace. The golden figure was considered slow in the eyes of the Spirit Race, but he still passed through the insurmountable inner ring after a few heartbeats.
Yifeng stepped on the huge spiritual stone shining with spiritual energy, and then waved the cross sword...
Cut off the base that fixed it, trying to pry the gem out of the formation...
It’s very valuable at first glance, right?
A more powerful force was floating around, but it was still unable to lock onto the Yifeng projection that did not exist in subspace.
After several fruitless attempts, a strange color brewed in the spirit stone. Seeing that something was about to change, our senior master finally gave up on plundering the huge piece of spirit stone and swung his cross sword and hit it hard.
The violent explosion was accompanied by the smoke cloud that destroyed everything and annihilated all the creations in the formation. Yifeng was swept into the air by the shock wave, spinning and rolling in the exploding air, and finally landed handsomely on the ground.
The Spirit Tribe suffered heavy losses, and almost all of the Spirit Tribe who rushed out died. Yifeng held the cross sword high, with a huge penetrated spirit stone inserted into the tip of the sword, like a skewer...
In the eyes of the Savage Spirit Tribe, this scene was no less than the head of the general being cut off and hung on the opponent's flag.
"Your death is destined, I say."
This group of spirits collapsed. They pushed open the hidden stone path and fled towards another cave.
In that cave, the battle had already begun.
Rogier used the fastest speed to blast away the boulders blocking the road, and rushed towards the enemy from the gap. The enemy advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, united in front of several "tribe leaders", and the sharp claws of the wild wolf tore through the enemy's defense line. The defense of the Eldar is as brittle as a paper shell. The city-breaking anti-psychic armor's city-breaking hammer is swung at will, destroying everything in front of it. If the enemy throws a spear, there will be dozens of times more direct missiles and explosives. Bounce back.
The "Clan Leader" stood high up, his eyes flashing with spiritual energy, observing the incoming enemies.
"Why aren't they affected by soul power (psionic energy)?"
"Are they demons?"
"No, they are real evil ghosts. I feel it. They can easily swallow the power of our souls. This has never happened before. Only, only the most ancient ancient books record this kind of power, but it cannot appear here. .”
Rogier used explosive bombs to respond to the enemy who was standing high up. The wolf's eyesight was also amazing. After several explosive bombs exploded the stone wall where the "tribe leaders" were standing, Rogier curled his lips, as if he was not satisfied with the power.
"Incendiary bombs, restrict their movements!"
The load-bearing mortar behind a soldier fired a shell. A large amount of organic mucus covered the wall, and exploded after a flash of sparks. The entire cave was finally no longer a cold color.
What a wonderful color the campfire is, representing victory, wine, barbecue and the oldest and most fascinating stories.
"Wolves! Tear them apart!"
Several powerful Eldar clan members jumped into a hole after several jumps. As soon as they stood firm, missiles bombarded their feet, and a huge shock wave instantly took away a clan leader.
"I asked you to jump. Do you really think that elegance is of any use on the battlefield?" The wolf barbarian couldn't understand the use of these strange movements, so he felt that they were weak and powerless, and could be divided into five parts with one claw.
The remaining clan leaders no longer cared about their grace and retreated toward the deep passage behind them in embarrassment.
This cave was captured, and sporadic fighting began in the next cave. More than twenty caves guarded the residence of the old man Lingjing. There were clans of various sizes living in them. The larger ones had more than a hundred people, and the smaller clans only had about thirty people. people.
They used the complex network of caves to maneuver, trying to form a local situation where more and less were defeated. They used the maze to trap the Astartes, and the large forces circled behind and attacked.
This is their home court, but in an hour it will be our home court.
At least 2,500 Astartes landed on the planet, and each occupied cave was guarded by more than forty warriors.
If you have soldiers, don't use them, just let them go and watch?
The two hundred-plus assault troops who had retreated almost had to give up their plan after hitting a wall several times, leaving behind more than thirty corpses and retreating.
The Wild Eldar finally realized that this was a matter of life and death, and they gathered together to resist the Astartes attack.
"Childs of the clan, we must unite to stop these barbaric monkeys from here." The most powerful clan leader has already risked his life. The enemy has attacked the homeland where they depend for survival, and no one can hide their secrets.
He took out a short sword from his waist, and its shining decomposition beam was particularly bright. The other clan leaders responded to the call and took off their rings, chest pendants, and long metal poles...
One by one the sacred objects were taken out, and they had to fight to the death.
"Old man Lingjing is here!"
The words of the communication soldier gave all the spirit tribes a reassurance, and they all looked back. The whole body of the old man Lingjing was hidden under his gray robe, and the scepter in his hand was flashing with light, followed by the sacred object carved with simple patterns. With a bang on the ground, Old Man Lingjing came to the front line in person.
"Don't panic, they're just some unworthy bastards."
"Great Old Man Lingjing, we blew up the passage and temporarily blocked the enemy."
"You, organize it..."
"Boom~" The light of the melt bomb lit up from three places at the same time, and endless artillery fire came towards this side.
Old Man Lingjing raised his scepter slightly, and finally smashed it heavily on the ground. A spiritual barrier rose instantly, blocking many explosive bombs.
"Hmph, don't panic, the organization..."
"Bang~" The anti-psionic bomb instantly passed through the shield. Although the speed dropped a lot, its power remained unchanged and exploded instantly. A clan leader reacted quickly and blocked the old man Lingjing in an instant. His weak body was It was riddled with holes.
More explosive bombs came. The old man wanted to use the scepter, but his whole body was submerged by the explosive bombs. Several respectable clan leaders tried to protect the old man Ling Jing, but they were also swallowed up by the rain of bombs.
Ralph took a sip and stood together with several Imperial Fists warriors who were "his best friends."
What kind of second act, opening a bright psychic shield on such a dark battlefield, are you afraid that the anti-psionic team can't find you?
The scions of the Iron Warriors and the cubs of the Imperial Fist have a rare common theme, that is, the defense here is simply garbage among the garbage. If there are no hidden effects of other psychic arrays, this place is simply a textbook for defensive failure.
The furious Astartes swarmed in, bombarding the surroundings to see if any other passages were hidden.
Hundreds of Eldar fought independently without command.
At this time, in the flesh and blood of the old man Lingjing who was blown to pieces, a trace of spiritual energy slowly rose up, and gradually floated towards the scepter that fell on the ground, where it was full of Tau meningeal fluid. He looked so cautious. .
A guard came up to look for the living, and a dozen black vines instantly popped out of the scepter, restraining the unlucky guard.
The tip of the vine penetrated deep into his body, and his flesh and blood squirmed, foaming at the mouth, eyes blurred, and his face changed rapidly, finally transforming into the appearance of Old Man Lingjing after a few breaths.
There are always some people who are looking for a way to escape from the "Spirit Clan's Punishment Measures" that have been passed down for generations. Although Old Man Lingjing's method of seizing a body is evil, it can effectively extend his life.
He looked around and saw that the Spirit Race was in a state of collapse. Even if they gave up restraining themselves and used psychic energy, because they didn't know the method at all, either the psychic energy ran out of control on its own, or it was difficult to control its characteristics. Large areas of psychic energy were thrown into the air. .
The deliberate lack of knowledge leaves the entire race vulnerable.
Old Man Lingjing turned around and walked away, rushing towards the huge stone tablet.
Yifeng walked step by step. In front of him were the crazy figures of the Angels of Dawn, seeking great victories in blood and battles. They were not the followers of the state religion who were boasting about the great victory there, heralding the return of Dawn. They are more inclined to achieve great victories themselves, and at least they feel more comfortable bragging about themselves than bragging about others.
There were fires and gunfire everywhere. There were too many supplies in the People's Light, and there were even situations where people were eager to take them out to make room for the warehouse.
"Frusi, take people down to take a look and bring Sister Silence's bone shield with you!"
Yifeng shouted a few words casually, looked up at the psychic barrier that had been shattered before, and decided to go up and have a look.
......
Old Man Lingjing solemnly stuffed the red spirit stone into a depression. The huge stone tablet was shattered by the brutal earthquake, revealing the huge webway gate and three Netherworld Kings.
The souls of the deceased spirit race can parasitize in the body of the ghost king and return to the real world. It will only be used in the most dangerous times. Only the best warriors in the past can enter this powerful mecha made of spirit bones. Fight for the life and death of the younger generations.
This wild spirit clan has never used these last trump cards. It has lived peacefully for so many years and has never encountered a crisis of genocide, so naturally it has not used them.
Old Man Lingjing did not hesitate. These mechas were not the focus. He had to ask for help. The webway would only be opened under one condition. The Spirit Race here encountered an enemy that could threaten the entire race. They must inform other races.
A signal was sent out, and Old Man Lingjing didn't know if any Eldar would respond, because the Eldar had been destroyed for a long time, and those arrogant and rude guys from the Ark Eldar would most likely ignore them completely.
"Great ancestor warriors, we have encountered the greatest crisis in history. The younger generations are incompetent. The race has reached a state of life and death. The strongest heroic warriors in history, come back. We need your help. Please help the younger generations. "
Old Man Lingjing did not choose the strongest warrior in history because he had seen himself and knew Old Man Lingjing. If he had seen what Old Man Lingjing did, he might have torn him apart in anger.
Three more ancient beings were summoned back, and these three mechas began to turn their bodies with the glory of the ancient spirit clan.
"For the Eldar!"
Although the three mechas contain the souls of the most powerful Spirit warriors, they are not living Spirits after all, and their responses are very slow. They need "war wizards" like Old Man Lingjing to guide them, but... .There is only one person.
He controlled three mechas and did not go to the outside. Instead, he prepared to fight to the death.
Old Spirit Mirror prepares to destroy the Echoes of Fate, use the huge spiritual power of its destruction to break the seal blocking their Webway gate, and escape from this place of exile.
"It's been long enough, half, we only have half our lifespan. Do you know how many heroes I have witnessed the birth and decline of? Their unyielding souls are contained in the echoes of fate, haha, fate, no wonder, those self-righteous old people Guys, after banishing our ancestors here, we named this spiritual stone Fateful Echo."
Old Man Lingjing kept comforting himself that this move would kill all the spiritual ancestors of this race. The condemnation of their conscience oppressed them. He had to find some theories to convince his ancestors and himself.
"This is fate. We will not destroy this mixed creation made of spiritual bones and spiritual stones, but this is the only way to break through the seal. That's it. Our lifespan is short, and our souls are many. This much is enough, ancestors Guys, are you willing to sacrifice your souls? Roar at the people who exiled us, roar at the seal that has been sealed here for thousands of years, and break through it. This is what you can do now."
In the echo of fate, countless souls were roaring, some were scolding the old man Lingjing for being shameless, and some were eager to make a last-ditch effort towards the seal that they did not dare to move when they were alive before dying completely.
"Good morning, noon and evening."
Yifeng appeared from the end of the corridor and saw three cool large mechas at once.
The Underworld King moved slowly.
"Stop him!"
Although the old man Lingjing shouted, he did not help the underworld king to open his soul vision. He put all his power on the overloaded fateful echo.
The three mechas "slowly" killed Yifeng. Their movements were within the acceptable range of the White Scar children. These three mechas were three times as tall as the Eldar. They were still slender and incomprehensible. Mysterious weapon.
Sprinting along the passage in the wall, bursting weapon attacks and beams completely destroyed everything behind him.
Of course, Yifeng would not fight alone. Countless red heads emerged from behind the destroyed stone walls. Astartes emerged one after another from behind the scattered stones, controlling the backs and heads of the heads. Fire the powerful weapon on your upper chest.
"Haha, it's too late, it's too late. I can finally leave this hellish place. You guys can have fun here!"
Old Man Lingjing stuffed the scepter into Echo of Fate, and the "cold moonlight" hanging high on the top of the cave washed away the webway gate below like a waterfall.
The tremors at the soul level carried unparalleled spiritual energy and bombarded the seal.
Several chains appear on the webway. Before being injected with psychic energy, they are completely transparent and cannot be detected by any detection tools.
Huge spiritual energy was injected into it in an instant. The top of the spiritual energy waterfall was huge, but there was no ripple at the end.
The chain trembled, it had absorbed too much psychic energy and was about to break and explode.
"I don't belong here, I know it, I don't belong here, I'm free!"