Warhammer Seal

Chapter 482 Sentinel Armor
Quick fight!

"The blood god is above!"

Silently uttering such a sentence from the corner of his mouth, Wende opened his eyes again.

The most frightening thing about chaos is not its power, but its subtle influence.

They will make a person slowly distort all concepts, all ideas, and all thoughts into the negative.

He will forcibly break your thoughts, every concept and every noun in your mind into what they think, and how they want you to think.

And this way, with your own thoughts, your own knowledge, and your own insights, it is absolutely impossible to discover it.

Wende is just ready to fight. If he wants to kill those Chaos Cultists, then he must drain their blood. If their blood is drained, then they will definitely die.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

A precise bullet pierced the cultist's throat, and the entire head was immediately rushed to a height of more than ten centimeters by the surging arterial blood.

The sprayed blood mist blocked the sight of several cultists around them, and when they wiped off the blood on their faces, they realized that their head was no longer on the neck of their body.

The last remaining line of sight was a man in power armor striding forward, striding towards the front of the carriage.

In a short while, there were only stumps and broken arms and bloody corpses left in the entire carriage, as well as Wen De, who was covered in blood and had bloodshot eyes.

After taking a few breaths, he finally recovered from the recklessness just now, and the memory of the battle just now remained in his mind, but it seemed so vague.

This is an obvious corruption of chaos. As long as there is emotional power, it will inevitably project its own power into the subspace.

Even people who are immune to chaos like Wende will act like converting to chaos when they are emotionally disturbed.

But fortunately, with the ability of psychic immunity, Wende was able to regain himself and not be easily dominated by bloodthirsty desires.

But revenge, killing, even the most powerful war machine will have emotional fluctuations.

Such a pious existence of space fighters will fall into confusion,

Pure biological weapons orcs can create a fucking second brother in the subspace.

It is impossible for a living person to have no emotional ups and downs. It was also at this time that Wende looked at his bloody hands, and he understood one thing.

That is, chaos cannot be destroyed.

What a piece of desperate news, even if he is completely immune to the influence of chaos and subspace, Wende will lose his mind, let alone other mortals who are directly exposed to the subspace.

It seems that the confrontation between the entire universe and the subspace is a meaningless act, just a small game of the Chaos Gods. If they really want to corrupt Wende, it is not easy, but they still want to play more.

Those who fight demons should be careful not to become demons themselves.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

fear?Are you scared?Of course Wende also has such emotions. Of course he knows that he is afraid, he also knows that he is afraid, and he knows that there are things in this world that he has to do.

Living 5000 million years is not grand, but putting in nearly 5000 million years of effort for an almost impossible task is greater than anything.

He has always believed that he can do it, as he said to the woman he loved so many years ago.

"Always believe in yourself."

The so-called noble soul is to have reverence for oneself.

What can't kill you will make you stronger.

The bloodthirsty desire in his heart was fading rapidly, and his heavy panting slowly subsided into calm breathing.

His eyes were once again full of original tenacity and perseverance, and Wende found himself again.

Every time you lose yourself and find yourself again, there will be less and less things in the world that can make you lose yourself, until they finally disappear.

It's a pity that life is like pressing a sponge full of water on your face, giving you only a few seconds to breathe each time. After a moment of peace, a bigger threat will come.

But a little respite is enough, and I can't expect the world to give me more preference.

A three-meter-high humanoid robot slowly walked in from outside the carriage, and then stood in front of Wende.

This is the Imperial Sentinel Mech, a bipedal off-road vehicle driven by a single driver, which is generally used by Astral Army units for mobile patrols on rough terrain or for rapid deployment of firepower when encountering enemy attacks.

In the golden age, this thing was equivalent to a forklift that transported goods in train cars, so it is not surprising that it appeared in this place.

The driver above looked like a high-ranking cult figure, his body was covered with various tattoos representing chaos, and his eyes had lost all their luster.

"It turns out that you, the upper-class nobleman, are making trouble here, so let your noble hunting behavior come to an end here!"

Since the MDK-Hunter power armor worn by Wende is somewhat similar to the Lord Hunter power armor worn by the upper nest nobles, it is easy to be misunderstood by others.

But this also shows one thing, this cultist is not a simple person, at least he knows the existence of the nobles of the upper nest, and may have even fought against the nobles of the upper nest!

"Since you are a nobleman, go to hell!"

The sentinel mecha moved forward at full speed, running towards Wende.

This terrifying speed can easily squeeze Wende in the power armor into a meat pie, which is why the Terminator armor worn by veterans of the Imperial Space Marines was just a boiler-burning chemical protective suit in the golden age.

The Sentinel is no longer the harmless cargo forklift of the golden age, but a terrifying bipedal monster.

Rolling quickly to the side, avoiding the violent impact of the sentinel mech, he picked up the improved rifle VII in his hand and fired fully at the cockpit.

It's a pity that ordinary caliber live ammunition weapons hit the cockpit like scraping, without any damage ability. The only thing that can be done is to rub off a lot of paint on it.

Now all Wind needs to do is switch the plasma cannon to try.

But the members of the cult would never give him such a chance. The most powerful part of the sentinel mecha lies in its high agility, even in the narrowest place, it can complete the turn in the shortest time.

Before Wende could change his weapon, a huge mechanical claw fell from the sky, smashing a depression more than one meter wide on the floor.

Sure enough, compared to humans, the machine still seemed a little bulky, which gave Wende plenty of time to replace the plasma cannon.

Lifting it up and facing the cockpit is a full-loaded plasma cannon impact.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the cockpit of the entire sentinel mecha was not damaged except for some corrosion and deformation of the outer steel frame.

"Yes, I also have long-range weapons!"

With the laughter of the cult driver in the cockpit, the multi-barreled laser guns at the front of the sentinel mecha slowly lifted up, aiming at Wende's direction.

(End of this chapter)