The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 318 306. The Scarlet Letter Ahriman

Wal-Mart calmly looked at the terrifying subspace crack, and she understood that this time the Chaos Gods also participated in the battle against the followers of the Mechanicus.

But the Great Sage is not afraid of such an environment, because she has faced Chaos enemies hundreds of times before, and this time she is still on Charon 7, and there is no reason to fail!

The traitor fleet quickly arrived in orbit, but quickly left as the large-caliber plasma cannons and macrocannons on the ground immediately attacked the traitors in orbit. Their battleship deck and shield energy cannot block so many sources of firepower. The best way now is to leave early.

But they discovered another embarrassing scene, that is, there was another huge fleet behind them. The Lord of Change is at play as usual, his minions making their embarrassment and fear their own pleasure.

Fortunately, the Chaos believers still have a large number of troops. Although most of the warships are small warships such as armed merchant ships, and only more than 100 are serious warships, it is enough for them to cope with it.

Looking at the terrifying scene in front of him, the Chaos Lord Elus breathed a long sigh of relief, and then couldn't help but cursed.

"Damn Ahriman! If I had known better, I wouldn't have come with him to get into troubled waters!"

"I can hear your voice very clearly, brother Eleus."

Just when he was furious, a calm yet slightly sad tone came from the communicator above his head. Ahriman was sitting in his battleship, and he said to his brother

"The Lord of Changes is leading us forward. He just showed his body, indicating that this war will eventually be won."

After hearing this, Elus roared angrily, then sat down in his captain's seat, rubbed the lapis lazuli handle on the seat, and then said

"Then what are you going to do? We don't have extra strength. You know, if Abaddon smells the smell, he will definitely come like a madman. We currently have less than 100 Astartes, even if we add more There are only more than 2,000 Scarlet Letter warriors. Even adding the demon prince and a dozen mortal warbands are only enough to take over this forging world. Those aliens are a big trouble!"

Ahriman burned the incense burner under his feet more thoroughly and added new sandalwood to it, saying sadly and quietly.

"You are right, brother. Ever since we committed that terrible disaster, the legion has ignored us. But that artifact has given us a new opportunity. If we can get it, it will be possible." Make up for our mistakes!”

Elus was stunned when he heard this, and then glanced at the group of warriors standing behind him with sad eyes. That was his brother, but through the folly of him and Ahriman and the rest of the school, his brothers were turned into powder. He was expelled from the Legion for this incident, and he believed that he deserved a harsher punishment than this. He could never forgive himself for the harm he had caused to his brothers.

Isn't this the case with Ahriman? He could feel the sorrow of his sect brothers on the other end of the communicator, and he could also feel the pain in his own two hearts. Behind him, there were hundreds of brothers like him beating. Although they are still wearing neat armor on the outside, there is only powder and dust left on their insides, and the culprit of all this is Ahriman.

He ruined the future of the entire Legion with his stupidity and naivety.

The Scarlet Letter Spell is such a ridiculous thing! They shouldn't have believed the joke of the Lord of Change back then. What's even more tragic is that it was precisely because of Ahriman's actions that he painfully became Tzeentch's choice. To put it bluntly, if the other three gods were chosen through pleading and expectation, then Ahriman would not want to win the favor of this so-called god even if he repeated it 10 million times, because this was done with the blood of tens of thousands of brothers. In exchange for it! (Look at the first company commander of the Wenzhu family again. If there is no comparison, there will be no harm)

However, the Lord of Changes used a method of irony, joking, and conspiracy to give him this title, watching his divine choice sink into endless self-blame and conspiracy.

But this is exactly what Tzeentch is like, because he is cunning, and it is the pursuit of conspiracy by all intelligent creatures that makes him so powerful.

But Ahriman never gave up the opportunity to heal his brothers. Fortunately, there was no shortage of partners on this road. After being expelled from the legion, there are still some wizards who participated in the Scarlet Letter Spell who are willing to follow him to find a way to save their brothers. Even if most of the legion brothers have lost their minds, even if a considerable number of wizards prefer that their brothers remain as they are so that they can control them, and even if their own Primarch has labeled them traitors, they still have not given up on remedial methods. .

But this time, they learned an astonishing secret from the news from other warbands in the subspace, that is, the Mechanicum on this forging world obtained a soul magic weapon from the alien. Ahriman believed that this magic weapon had the potential to help save his brothers, so he had to go all out.

"Let the mortals go down first, brother. We still need to chant spells to complete the first step of the plan. Tell those so-called leaders to airdrop all the troops to the northeast of the continent. That is the enemy's main industrial area. I will summon them there."

"Of course there is no problem, my brother."

Soon, under their orders, millions of mortals began their own airborne operations. This airborne operation is almost fatal. Even if their warships can provide a lot of orbital support overhead, it is a good result if 3/10 of these people can reach the ground.

When the Chaos troops began to airborne, the polluted atmosphere of the Forge World flickered with stars that had not flickered for thousands of years. That was not the constellation that made the astrologers feel strange and mysterious, but the golden light of the ground defense artillery.

Be careful that artillery and large-caliber shells, as well as hot melt weapons, energy weapons, plasma weapons, etc., were all scattered into the polluted atmosphere and fired at those simple airdrop pods. Those broken steel and charred pieces of meat fell from the sky like raindrops, and then burned into dust in the friction of the atmosphere.

Walmart looked at this scene without any expression on her face. The enemy's attack met her 87% probability budget to attack her territory. At the same time, there was a 76% probability that the enemy would summon demons, otherwise these flesh and blood bags would be just a pure waste.

Sure enough, the great sage soon drifted to a place at his feet and began to slowly freeze. Walmart started his power axe slowly, waiting for the enemy to arrive.

When a sharp roar sounded, the piece of steel twisted, and the tentacles grew out of the original machine parts, forming a three or four meter wide portal. Three terrible Tzeentch fear monsters jumped out of it, waving their daggers, trying to pounce on the humanoid tank in front of them.

But Walmart twisted himself 180 degrees in a weird way, and the four mechanical arms tightly grasped the heavy axe, and chopped the demons in two with one slash. Then, another mechanical arm sprayed the crack in front of it with a hot melt gun and a flamethrower, causing the tentacles to wail in pain under the sacred flames, and sutured the crack in the real universe.

After completing all this, the great sage turned his body back and looked at the subspace portals that rose and fell under his feet. The demons rushed towards the workers who were not prepared for anything like a tide, and the screams and wails and the fighting sounds of the demons resounded through the clouds.

Walmart didn't care about the lives of these ordinary people. She only cared that the real battle had come, and it was time to offer her loyalty to the mechanical god.