The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 24 24. Death Dance

"Kill all these lowly pointy ears!"

Accompanied by Naion's angry shouts, more than a dozen high-level templars immediately fought with the clowns. Red light blades and pale swords crossed each other, and psychic lightning and poison blades danced wildly in the narrow space.

Although every Eldar clown is the elite of their race, the high-level templars of Tal'darim are also the best of their race.

In fact, as an Eldar, the clowns have no way to suppress the opponent in terms of physique and zero energy. If the ancient saints are cultivating Ida as a weapon, then the protoss as the son of the ancient saints is a carefully designed work of art!

More powerful psychic energy, more sensitive body, more robust physique, and longer life. These innate advantages make even the arrogant Eldar admit that their bodies may not be as good as those of the eldest sons of the ancient saints.

The battle had only started for more than ten minutes, and dozens of Harlequins had already died under the light blades and psychic lightning of the high-level Templars, while only a few of the other side died. But despite the heavy price paid by the Harlequin Troupe, they still continued to charge towards the Tal'darim, as if they would never be able to kill them all.

Naion impatiently used his light blade to cut the throat of an Eldar who rushed towards him. He used another psychic lightning to electrocute another Harlequin who was about to move away from him. He looked at the Harlequin who was reluctant to retreat and ordered

"All personnel are ready to leave the battle! Don't continue to entangle with them!"

But just as they were about to leave this entangled battlefield, the Harlequins who had been standing around wearing the masks of the Eldar gods jumped down in unison and bowed to them.

At this time, Naion suddenly realized that something was wrong, and he understood the reason for the matter in a trance. He started to sprint towards one of them, and when the man retreated, he looked closely and didn't see the soul of the guy.

Naion felt a strong sense of shame quickly surge up.

His eyes were red and emitting a terrible light, and he roared in anger

"Dare to play tricks on me!!!!"

With another terrible psychic impact, the stage that had just been built was shattered again. It turned out that there was no elves to fight with them just now. All the casualties were caused by the clowns gathered around through poison crystals. And their actions just now were like dancing a terrible battle dance, completing the first half of the performance.

The witch spirits who had been supporting the psychic stage were hit by such a terrible impact and fell to the ground one after another. Those wearing the masks of the gods trembled like they had epilepsy. The other crew members who had been hiding in the dark quickly dragged those people down, but when they pulled those poor people down, they found that these members had been completely killed by the terrible psychic impact just now. Their brains were dead and they couldn't die anymore.

Now that Naion was already blinded by anger, he vowed to make the Eldar who had played tricks on him pay the price, and the Harlequin Troupe, which had lost other means of attack, could only bite the bullet.

After fighting for a while, the situation was very obvious. Even the Harlequins, the elite Eldar, had no way to defeat the extremely angry Tal'darim High Templar. For a time, the Harlequin Troupe suffered a large number of casualties.

Just when Naion felt that he was not far from victory, an Eldar who walked forward gracefully attracted his attention.

Because the Harlequin was a one-horned troupe.

The one-horned troupe was a special existence in the Harlequin Troupe, because even the members of the troupe would be very afraid of him, because the role he played was the eternal enemy of the Eldar, Slaanesh.

If the Harlequins were the most outstanding part of all the Eldar, then the one-horned troupe was the most outstanding person among the Harlequins in the entire troupe. They could eliminate large groups of enemies with superb fighting skills.

Seeing the one-horned troupe running towards him, Naion did not dare to take it lightly. Two battle-hardened warriors started a breathtaking battle.

Naang used a powerful psychic shock the moment the opponent approached, separating the two in a very rough and effective way. After being pushed back a distance by the shock wave, the unicorn immediately dodged Naang's fatal attack.

The unicorn's right hand was about to be cut off by the red light blade with only a finger's distance. The outstanding dancer began to perform his own dance, trying to bring Naang into their troupe performance.

"Stop your ridiculous dance! Bastard!!"

Naang sneered and hit him hard with red psychic lightning. The attacked unicorn had no choice but to stop his performance.

It was obvious that the opponent did not give him this face.

In the following dozens of seconds of fighting, Naang took the initiative at once. It was obvious that the opponent's unicorn was not vicious. Although it was more flexible than his stupid counterparts, it was just so-so in the eyes of Naang, who had more than 2,000 years of combat experience.

Hearing the opponent's rapid breathing under the mask, Naion decided to end this ridiculous fight.

He pretended to stab forward and then quickly retreated. The opponent, who had not reacted, realized that it was too late just as he swung his sword. Naion was ready to wipe his light blade on his neck.

"Bang!!!"

A crisp gunshot suddenly interrupted the battle that was about to end, and the guards who rushed to the temple finally joined the battlefield. As the personal bodyguard of the Old Ones, the Temple Guards are better equipped with weapons than the Archon Guards.

The weapons of the temple guards who are coming now are modeled after the heavy three-eyed muskets from the ancient empire era. The attack just now was carried out by a temple guard.

The exquisite instrument mounted on the gun barrel can convert the spiritual energy of the protoss into powerful plasma. The three barrels it has can launch three attacks at once. The terrifying power can even directly short-circuit the immortal. At the same time, there will be a psychic light blade placed on the barrel of the third watch, so that you can avoid suffering when entering the station.

Although Niang barely managed to save a life with his excellent psychic abilities, he also completely lost his combat effectiveness in the just hit. Seeing the arrival of the temple guards, the Harlequin quickly opened the gap between him and Tal'darin.

All the high-ranking templars in Tal'darin are now exposed to the guns of the temple guards, and they will be wiped out with just one command.

Naian looked angrily at the compatriots in front of him who were pointing guns at him, and suddenly laughed wildly. He laughed heartbreakingly for a long time, and his face was covered with red patterns.

"I really didn't expect it! Kalai Star Spirits! Have you fallen to the point of fighting with your former enemies?"

Just then, a voice came from behind the temple guard

"I asked them to come, Archon Naion."

After hearing this voice, the temple guards slightly made a way, and a young man who looked like a jewel man slowly walked over, and his golden pupils looked at Naian in front of him faintly. Although it looked like a young life form, Naian felt an overwhelming fear.

"I already know the purpose of your coming from the Deep Dream Shadow Troupe, so I asked my guards to come here to rescue them. Don't worry, your accomplices on the space station are about to be escorted to Aiur's prison. Yes, you will accompany them soon."

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the Ancient Saint you want to kidnap back to Slane. Please call me, Gray."

"You, you, why...what, are you not in the temple?!"

Niang collapsed weakly, feeling that all the energy in his body was about to be frozen, and the remaining Tal'darin high-ranking templars instantly lost their will to fight. There is no doubt now that they failed.

Greon raised his head and looked at these fallen eldest sons of gods, sighed, and said to the temple guard next to him.

"Arrest them!"