Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

  Chapter 480 The big crash (seeking subscription)

  Any creature who dares to stand in the way of the Holy Emperor has no choice but to die.

  Opal and many battle brothers of the Silver Skull Group seized the short-lived loopholes in the large formation of the protective city wall.

   Successfully completed the space-time teleportation and landed on the city wall.

   There are many Chapters who have attempted this, but in the end they have been honored.

  Spatial teleportation requires target parameters in order to teleport accurately.

   Otherwise, it will be easily teleported into the wall or other places.

  In such a short period of time, even the brain cannot calculate the disturbed space-time parameters.

  Many Primordial Wargroups can only use random parameters to gamble on successful teleportation.

  The Argent Skulls are the lucky ones.

  The Chapter Leader Opal standing on the city wall smiled.

   "This will be a memorable battle for the Silver Skull, and we will win this battle." Opal roared in the communication.

  The other silver-skull warriors were also extremely excited, venting their joy through battle roars.

  Even if they are in such a dangerous situation, what they think about is not whether they will die in battle, but whether such honor will allow them to stand on Terra's Hero Square.

   To be able to enter the realm of the Holy Emperor without regret in the heart after death.

   "For the Holy Emperor."

  The roar of battle was endless, echoing in the communication channel.

   They raise their weapons, unleash their abilities, and slash at the nearest enemy.

  Opal took the lead in the charge, wearing a heavy, latest-model Primal Terminator armor.

  His huge body makes him look like a rampaging heavy tank.

   Those alien spirits hit him like water.

  He swings his weapon with incredible speed.

   His weapon only phantoms in the air after the enemy dies.

   The purpose of Opal is very clear, that is, the generator of the alien shield closest to them.

  That is, those aliens claiming to be the formations.

  Large array is an advanced way of using psionic energy.

  The aliens used the power of these large formations to pry the subspace, interweaving them into shields.

   To be honest, such a shield is very powerful.

  The empire’s world-killing weapons can all be blocked.

  A terrifying light flashed across Opal's body, and a bird-like alien screamed at him.

  The whole body is emitting light. When fighting, there are still voices echoing in the void, and those weird flashes.

  These things are exactly like those warp demons.

  But they can move freely in the real universe, and they can also build civilization.

   This is a little different from the devil.

   It's hard to say, Opal and the officials of the trial court had a chat during a mission.

   Warp demons will also build civilizations.

  The trial court has clear records.

   Several civilizations were established by inanimate beings who broke away from the Warp.

   There are also some collected relics that are sealed in some higher-level secret prisons of the Tribunal.

   Opal slaughtered these aliens while comparing the differences between them and demons.

   That is no difference.

  When the devil comes out, it will be shrouded in light.

   They are also shrouded in light.

  Demons can easily leverage the power of the warp.

  They can also leverage the power of the Warp with ease.

   There will be weird whispers when the demon comes out.

  When they come out, there will be strange sounds in the air.

  The alien flew towards Opal with light.

   After avoiding the opponent's attack, Opal directly chopped off the opponent's head, and the disgusting body fell to the ground.

  Even the blood flowed with a strange brilliance.

  The brilliance of the corpse has not faded for a long time.

   "Profane thing." Opal said disgustedly in his heart.

   Other battle brothers are fighting hard too.

  The contemplators built into the armor and the detectors released helped them locate the target.

  A tall tower carved with profane runes, exuding an evil, twisted radiance.

   "Hurry up." Opal yelled: "Brothers, follow me, Mulla, Tirian, cover us."

  A battle brother was shrouded in light, and was knocked over by the alien with terrifying spiritual energy.

  Other aliens swarmed up together.

  Use their monstrous, glowing weapons to stab the armor of that battle-brother.

  Those weapons all carry psionic power, even if the armor is attached with an anti-subspace force field, it will not help.

  Water can extinguish fire.

  Pouring a spoonful of water into an active volcano will not extinguish the volcano.

   just evaporates the water.

  The anti-subspace force field also has a limit, and if it exceeds the limit, it will be overloaded.

  The intensive attacks of the aliens finally cracked the battle brother's armor.

  With a mournful roar, his limbs were torn apart.

   There are also battle brothers who were bombarded with high-intensity psionic energy at close range when they were slaughtering aliens, and their heads were blown off directly.

  The terrifying psychic power even distorted time and space, making it impossible to use nano-robots to repair it, and fell down directly.

  Brothers fell one after another, but the fighting passion of the silver-skull warriors became more and more intense.

  Death is not the end, but the place of honor.

  Opal is striding forward on the battlefield of all kinds of weird brilliance and fighting.

  The heavy iron boots crushed the enemy's heads and remains.

   They are getting closer and closer to their goal.

   Already able to see the profane runes and evil radiance on that tower.

  Mysterious whispers echoed in the air, full of ominous and strange.

  A terrifying radiance took his bodyguard away, and the explosion of the armor's anti-subspace force field colliding with that terrifying spiritual energy was deafening.

   It's like blasting a crack in time and space.

   Wait until the light fades, and the battle brother falls.

   Only his combat boots and the arm gripping the ax remained in their original positions.

  There is a strange shape holding a weird long sword, the evil runes on it flow all kinds of brilliance, the evil echo is especially strong around him, and all kinds of profane lotuses appear under his feet.

   Those evil visions appeared behind him.

  The alien killed a warrior with a silver skull with a single sword, splitting him even his battle armor.

   But in the next second, the alien's head was chopped off.

  The dark red blood spurted out thinly, like a fountain, splashing all around.

  Opal turns the anger in my heart into strength.

   "Accelerate." Opal shouted: "For the sake of the Holy Emperor, we are fearless."

  A part of the recruits of the Silver Skull Corps come from the mother planet - Savia, and some are selected from the children born on the Celestial-class battleship.

   There is no difference between the two, and they enjoy the same treatment.

   This practice is not unusual.

   Many warbands will use it.

   With the expansion of the empire, expeditions away from the mainland have become the norm.

  If you stay on the battleship for a long time, it is easy to lose the original inheritance, culture and spirit of the battle group.

   Don't underestimate these things, the empire's army has been in a state of war for a long time.

  Even if he is not fatally injured, he will suffer from soul depletion, become insensitive, and even become bloodthirsty, showing various war syndromes.

  These symbolic things can heal them spiritually and make up for the lack of faith in the Holy Emperor.

  Symbol is a very important concept in subspace, possessing very mysterious power.

  If it is used skillfully, it can help the fighters not to be hurt by the illusion of demons, psykers or practitioners, and it can also gain a certain amount of psionic resistance.

  In order to make up for this, each battle group will regularly absorb qualified fighters from the home planet to protect their heritage and beliefs.

  As the first company commander, Attigenus is an original warrior born on his home planet.

  The previous company commander was ambushed in an encounter, and by the time the reinforcements arrived, he had already died.

  The outstanding and beloved Attigenus thus became the commander of the company.

  He was protecting Chapter Master Opal's flank with his battle-brothers.

  He's a burly warrior with four Primaris upgrades.

  Steel-colored power armor has signs of long-term service and wear.

  Even if it has completed four generations of upgrades, it is equipped with the most advanced weapons of the empire.

   Primaris warriors are not invincible either.

  Those who wield super powers can still pierce their armor, decapitate them, and destroy any means of their resurrection.

  The only reassuring thing is that the Holy Emperor will take their souls away and put them to sleep in his divine kingdom until the time is right to wake them up again.

  Attigenus has a metal patch on his face.

  In one battle, he killed enough aliens, but he was also smashed half of his face, contaminated with those filthy powers, had to give up stimulating therapy to regenerate it, and use blessed sacred mechanical parts instead.

  Adrenaline surged through his body, and his roar came from the sound generator on the visor.

  The longsword flashing with an arc swung in his hand.

  His speed is very fast, not only the speed, but also the impact on time.

  The original warriors of the empire will not practice those powerful treasures like the creatures of this universe.

   Destroying the world is the Navy's business.

  Long-range strikes and cover bombings are artillery.

  What they have to do is to solve the melee kill.

  All abilities possessed and all weapons used are for this goal.

   A horrified alien was beheaded by him.

  The head of the alien is similar to the head of the dragon slaughtered by St. George in ancient mythology.

  Hands are claws covered with scales.

   Those eyes were vertical pupils, and when his head was cut off, the yellow-brown pupils gradually became dilated.

  The headless corpse fell to the ground.

  Perhaps, he hasn't adapted to such a simple war yet.

  Swing the sword, chop off the head and die.

   No nonsense, no time for fancy spells.

  There is only the simplest and purest way of killing.

  The soul of the opponent is shattered by the soulless feature in the weapon.

  If you think that a fairy-level powerhouse will last a long time in battle, or recover immediately after being killed, then you are thinking too much.

  The soulless trait will shatter their souls, rendering their means of resurrection useless.

  Even if the soul can be reunited, it will be many years later.

   By that time, the Empire has long since conquered the universe.

   Even if they were resurrected, it wouldn't make any sense.

   To a certain extent, these immortal practitioners have even more exaggerated methods than demons.

  Blood rebirth, immortality, the sky is hard to reap, and the earth is hard to bury.

  Due to the reality anchor point, if the soul power of the practitioner is not exhausted.

  The opponent will continue to use the power of the subspace to distort the laws of reality and rebirth.

  An arm is cut off, a head is cut off, it is a trivial matter.

  As long as the power of the subspace can be leveraged, those cut off limbs can continue to grow back.

  The sword in the hands of Attigenus has various conceptual abilities. As long as the real body is destroyed, its soul projection will also be destroyed.

   It can also instantly cause the death of a fairy-level powerhouse, preventing him from being reborn with a drop of blood, nor can he return because of the thoughts of the worldly creatures.

  The great battle broke out on the city wall, and it was extremely tragic.

  The appearance of Primordial Warriors caught many of the wall guards by surprise.

  They can't figure out how these guys show up.

   Just like that, it appeared on the city wall.

  The Palace Master of Beihan Asgard and the heads of several other forces were startled by the sudden battle for a few seconds.

   A few seconds is a short time.

  In the fairy world, this is not a fatal flaw.

  In ordinary fighting, it takes a lot of time just to speak harshly.

  Especially these Immortal King-level powerhouses, they must fight for thousands of years.

   It is necessary to slowly exhaust the opponent's mind and soul in order to win the final victory.

  Even if it is an ordinary fairy level, the fairy king has to consume it slowly, at most it will consume it faster.

  But those demons are different.

   When the palace lords and lords came back to their senses, those immortal experts on that section of the city wall were about to be killed.

   One hit kills, there is no time to release any Taoism, and it is gone.

  Times as short as a few milliseconds.

   There is no resurrection, no rebirth from a broken limb.

   Just like a creature without cultivation, being killed is being killed.

  There was a rare fright in the bright eyes of the Palace Master of Beihan Immortal Palace.

  He watched those guys chop off the heads of those immortal-level powerhouses with their swords shining with arcs.

   Pierce their chests, tear their bodies apart.

  The bright red fairy blood dripped on the black city wall like that, forming a pool of fluorescent blood within a few breaths.

  If those practitioners in the lower realm saw this scene, they would definitely go crazy.

   Such precious fairy blood was wasted like this.

  A celestial powerhouse saw the opponent's knife and ax coming, and subconsciously waved his hand to block it.

   Wanted to block the opponent's blow with Liuli King Kong's immortal body.

   As a result, the whole body was cut open just like cutting tofu.

  The whole process is extremely smooth.

  Blood and intestines flowed out together.

  Seeing this scene, the Palace Master of Beihan Immortal Palace also felt a little scared, this death is too fast.

  The cruelest aspect of the war was displayed in front of this Immortal King-level powerhouse.

  No matter what kind of stories you have, what kind of sacrifices you have made, and what kind of achievements you have achieved, you are just an individual who sacrificed at will in the war.

  Which immortal-level powerhouse didn't spend a long time growing up and fighting to become a fairy-level powerhouse.

   It takes less than a second to kill them and destroy everything they've fought for.

   This is war.

   "Kill!" The half-step Daluo-level headmaster of the Extreme Desire Dao Sect burst into anger, roaring: "Defend the fairy world, kill, fellow Taoists."

  His whole body was shrouded in immortal light, radiant beyond compare, with a halo shrouded behind him, divine power poured out overwhelmingly, like a god, endless divine light bloomed all over his body, making it impossible to look directly at.

   Holding the top-grade fairy artifact that has been warmed for an unknown number of years, he rushed towards those demons.

  I saw a demon holding up that weird weapon.

  A flame flashed.

  The head teacher who was desperate for Tao died, there was no shocking battle, and there was no tragic battle to the death.

  His head exploded directly, and his body shrouded in divine light was torn to pieces by the huge impact like a rag doll.

  Death came so quickly that all the visions around him have not subsided.

   Still shrouded in a sacred and peaceful halo.

  The Palace Master of Beihan Immortal Palace lost all courage in his heart when he saw a strong man who was only one step away from being promoted to Immortal King being killed like this.

   "Come on, let's go together, we can't let them go." The owner of Beihan Immortal Palace shouted, "Kill the enemy for the Immortal Realm."

  He didn't dare to go up, so he could only put on a show and let other immortal powerhouses go to die.

   There is no way to escape.

  The majestic palace lord of the Immortal Palace, the big man covering the sky with one hand in the Beihan Immortal Territory, who escaped before the battle, who will take him seriously at that time.

   At that time, it will really become a laughing stock.

   There was a bang.

  The tower as the node of the formation fell down with a loud noise.

  The city wall shook.

   The large array covering the city wall flickered a few times, and then burst out with strong light.

   There was a chaotic atmosphere in one area, and the runes intertwined in the sky flickered a few times before disappearing.

   Several strong men with quick eyesight and quick hands, who were in charge of hosting the formation, immediately took remedial measures.

  The speed of those demons was also very fast, and the intensive attacks directly bombarded that place.

   Just persisted for a moment, several rays of light penetrated there, causing a series of big explosions.

   It spread to another high tower, causing the overlapping large array to become disordered again.

   The gap was enlarged a little bit.

   There were more flashes of light in the air, and those demons in heavy armor appeared one after another on the city wall of Beihantian Pass.

  A fairy king-level powerhouse brought many immortal powerhouses up to try to block it.

   Was slaughtered within minutes.

  The Immortal King-level powerhouse beheaded more than a dozen powerful enemies in a row, but in the end he was beheaded because he was outnumbered.

  Even the head was cut off.

  The blood of the fairy king splashed in the sky.

  A generation of supreme arrogance, only the mournful roar echoes, extremely desolate.

  Another fairy king who had made friends with the dead man waved a battle flag, wrapped the dead man's body, and left through the void.

   It was obvious that Immortal Qi took his body back to Beihan Immortal Territory to warn the police and ask for help.

  The Immortal King shed blood, only the Zhanqi shrouded corpse can return.

  The fierce battle between the two sides for Tianguan made the owner of Beihan Immortal Palace tremble with fear.

  He no longer cared about his own reputation and the power of Asgard.

   "I lost." He yelled, and quickly rushed into the distance.

  It was too tragic, he couldn't stand it, he wanted to go back to find his ancestor.

  An Immortal King rank, and the leader of the Immortal Palace, the number one force in the Northern Cold Immortal Territory, took the lead in escaping.

   It caused many strong men who had the guts to fight to the death to panic.

   Some clever ones took a few steps back and ran away with a whoosh.

  (end of this chapter)