Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 106 Emperor's Light
Kazama Liuli's face was pale, and she clutched the laser rifle in her hand.

If interstellar warships and armored giants are still within his acceptable range.

The mountains and plains where he could see only countless swarms of sharp sickle-like arthropods made him a little nervous.

"How long will it take to end..."

Kazama Liuli looked at the bright yellow figures fighting in the sea of ​​Zerg in the distance, and the thought of killing each other in her heart had long since dissipated.

He just wants to end this nightmare as soon as possible.

But what he didn't notice was that in the sky, there was a strange and ferocious insect with a huge head but a slender body, which was covered in white brilliance, and was attracted by his fear.

……

The sky is also densely covered with all kinds of ferocious Tyranid creatures, gargoyles, sky demons, flying warriors...

The evacuation of the Wailers was greatly hindered, and the escorting fighter groups continued to crash.

At the same time, after suffering the first round of ruthless blows, the ground troops of the Tyranids began to increase their offensive, and hatching spores continued to fall from the biological mothership that cast a huge shadow on the ground in orbit.

The current air defense force of the Human Front can only rely on the laser guns in their hands, and the anti-aircraft artillery fire has long since ceased to exist.

The process of killing node creatures by Katos and his champion guards has also become slower and slower. As more and more spores hatch, the troops of the swarm have also evolved, and node creatures have also changed from Tyrann warriors To chief warrior, to sadistic queen—

Katos roared, and the power pack behind him gave him a powerful jumping power.

He jumped high, and the "price of victory" pierced the head of the sadistic queen, and the hard chitin carapace was destroyed by the decomposition force field of blurred blue energy.

Another node creature died.

"We're a little alone going deep, champion warriors."

His champion guard Felto reminded.

"How long will it take to evacuate?"

Katos pulled out his spear, turned around and fought with a Tyranid warrior who came over with superb skills.

Kill, kill, kill.

The black flames rekindled.

The tyranid warrior failed to spit out the deadly acid before dying, and Khartoth's spear pointed through its jaws, beheading it.

"I'm afraid it will take another three or ten minutes."

Ferto replied.

"Then we'll back off and give them a little more time."

Katos said.

Even though they spend most of their kills with chainswords or power weapons, the bolts are running out as the staggering number of Zerg enemies consume one after another.

Heavy fire from Destroyer squads and Land Raiders covered their retreat.

……

Katos took off his badly damaged tactical helmet, revealing his handsome and resolute face, with a golden nail shining on the forehead of the skull.

This is the service spike, meaning he served 100 years in the Wailers Chapter.

The air was filled with the disgusting stench of Tyranid blood, and Katos didn't seem to notice it suddenly. He looked at his helmet - the eyepiece had been cracked, and a shocking scratch almost split the face of the helmet in two.

The one who made this scar was the powerful sadistic queen just now.

Not only the helmet, but also his fine-crafted power armor was covered with various scratches and traces of strong acid corrosion, and the Lamenter's logo on the shoulder armor had also become pitted.

Night fell—double darkness, but not because the satellites had turned their backs on the sun, but because the sky had been obscured by clouds of smoke and spores and swarms of orbiting bugs.

On the horizon, tentacle-like supply ships poked their heads out of the void, held up by giant vein-streaked air sacs.

The rapid inflation of the air pockets has rumbled rubber-like rumbles across the plains, and capillary towers have risen from the ground to feed the hive motherships, gigantic chimneys as grand as any Imperial industrial structure.

They are spewing moving clouds of spores and microbes to help the hive mothership with better digestion.

This satellite has reached the final stage of digesting the will of the hive, and it will begin to taste all the biomass on this satellite——

Including the node creatures killed by Katos and the others, all corpses will be recycled-they are just soulless killing puppets controlled by the will of the hive, and dead bodies can be recycled to make new ones.

This is the powerlessness and despair that the imperial army felt when they fought against the Tyranids. For the will of the hive, as long as the recycled biomass is greater than the consumed biomass, it is a victory.

Today, the last tiny bits of biomass on the moon are still struggling, mixed with a will too hard to swallow.

The swarm of bugs surrounded the isolated island, but they didn't attack immediately—they didn't have the emotion of fear. Sometimes when they retreated on the battlefield, it was often for a better attack.

In other words - waiting for a powerful node creature to give orders.

For example, the hive tyrant that was as huge as a hill in the distance.

Although it looks like a bigger and more ferocious Tyrann warrior.

In fact, it is the most dangerous of all the ground creatures of the Great Devourer. It has a high degree of intelligence, and it is the embodiment of the will of the hive.

Then if the Wailers want to evacuate... I'm afraid someone will have to stay here in the rear.

"It's time to retreat, brother champion."

"We can't stay here any longer."

The Weepers brothers reminded in a deep voice.

They saw the determination in the eyes of the youngest champion brother of the war group, and they all knew what he was thinking.

"You take them away, I will give you the queen."

Katos shook his head, "This is my responsibility as a champion."

"This won't work... The Wailers need your leadership in the future."

"You can't die here."

Thales said in a low voice.

"There are brothers and seniors who are older and more experienced than me in the battle group. This is not a reason."

"Don't waste unnecessary time, take the rest of the people and brothers and leave."

Katos' voice became colder, and every second wasted, the people and servants who were rescued behind him would be less likely to escape.

"..."

The soldiers looked at each other, finally put down their weapons, and performed the last holy blood gift to Katos:

"May your soul return to St. Jeremy's side."

"You also leave."

Katos to his champion guards.

"If the champion is gone, what do you need the champion guard for?"

Brother Tyris laughed boldly.

"I will fight by your side until we die a beautiful death together."

Brother Angle said.

"it is good."

Katos nodded, and looked at the hideous and terrifying insect tyrant in the distance:

"Then let us move on, and die a beautiful death together for the ones we cherish."

He slammed his chest with his fist, regained control of the price of victory, and charged towards the endless sea of ​​insects ahead:

"For the Emperor! For Saint Les!"

"For the Emperor! For Saint Les!"

Shouting the champion guards, they merged with their champion into the sea of ​​aliens.

Their roars could not be concealed even by the roar of several Thunderhawk gunships taking off.

The power backpack was activated at full power, and the machine soul of the power armor seemed to feel the master's anger and sorrow, and displayed it in the most perfect state.

Katos's speed was extremely fast, he held the price of victory in one hand, and the chainsaw sword in the other, fighting frantically in the sea of ​​worm nests.

Kill, kill, kill.

The black fire of rage is burning fiercely.

His champion guards also fell into a frenzy, using the weapons in their hands to fight against the aliens, and if the weapons were broken, they used their palms...

But for all their rage, defeat was certain.

Katos' champion guards fell one by one.

Thales was cut in two by a chief warrior;

Angel was caught by dozens of sky monsters and tore apart in the air;
Acid shot from a ball of cannonballs melted Felto...

When Katos rushed to the front of the Hive Tyrant to face it and its tyrant guards, he was the only one left, and all his brothers who had fought with him for a hundred years had already died.

His fine-crafted power armor is also torn apart, and the nasty little Tyranid creatures are gnawing at his superhuman body, trying to get into his body to taste the delicious angel's blood.

But Katos didn't realize it, his eyes were burning with anger. The Hive Tyrant was taller than the Dreadnought, and his body was covered with a thick and hideous chitin carapace. Its fists were connected with four matching spirit bones A sharp blade, heavy at the end, brutal as a cutter.

Katos, champion of the Wailers, confronts the Hive Tyrant.

……Or.

Sanguineius confronts Horus.

"Horus! You traitor! You have betrayed us!"

After tenaciously enduring more than ten times of torture from the edge of Black Rage, Katos actively embraced Black Rage in his rage.

The greatest disadvantage of the gene-seed of the Wailers was fully manifested decades ago, because of their soft hearts, they will suffer more when they are tortured by the Black Wrath.

In psionic hallucinations, Horus the Deceiver stands on the battlefield as gigantic as a giant, his alluring smile making him ruthless.

Arrogance replaces self-confidence, wisdom shines in noble eyes, where the corrupt power of ancient evil gods burns...

The power of his rage made him frantically launch a desperate attack on the tyrant's guard.

A black rage was engulfing his consciousness, reaching the brink of darkness with the fall of Gene-Father Sanguinius.

Katos felt a suffocating darkness, but not hopelessness.

He recalled that when he was a humble human slave, that Katos Huggins was killed by an orc to save him.

He cried and couldn't understand why a noble warrior who fought for hundreds of years would die to save his humble slave.

……

But now, he has no regrets.

"What the Emperor guards is what we hold dear."

Katos's consciousness is gradually blurred, the darkness has infected everything in the world, his soul is leaving his body, behind the curtain of the real space, something is whispering, greedily staring at his soul.

dark.

dark.

a little light.

The golden sparkle of light dispelled all darkness and illuminated everything around him.

In the distance, a noble angel hovered in the sky with white and holy wings, countless dirty and ugly aliens were purified by the angel's sword.

"My God... Saint Leno..."

Katos's soul murmured, lying in the warm soft golden light.

But a more dazzling golden light appeared.

Then came the thunder, the thunder of stars being born and dying.

The light also turned into lightning among the nebulae, it was still golden, the purest golden.

That is the golden light from the throne.

And that thunder—it was the voice of a certain supreme being, so great that the voice could not carry it, and so profound that words could not explain it.

"For the sake of mankind, become my sword."

The Great Will declared to Katos.

Katos took a deep breath, and the soul reached out to hold the golden lightning.

"boom!"

The golden light that was brighter than the sun lit up on the Devlan [-] satellite, and the hive mothership hovering above the orbit of the satellite was pierced through the huge hull by a burning golden sword!

The mothership let out a wail, burning flames and falling towards the surface of the satellite.

Another sword blade slashed, and a bright golden sword mark was drawn in the sky of Devlan No. [-], and countless hive fleets were reduced to ashes.

……

"!!!"

Katos woke up suddenly, and saw the black solid wall in front of him.

The pair of golden wings behind him became more solid and shining.

(End of this chapter)