Newcraan Lotis had great contempt for these pointy-eared anomalies, not just physically, but intellectually as well.
Because from a purely military perspective, the deployment of these Aida is really bad. They don’t know how to defend an area. Even if they deploy a large number of traps, they cannot fully display them. Maybe they are all qualified predators and A killer, but by no means a qualified fighter, not even a qualified soldier.
They were too timid, too opportunistic, and too cautious. They had good fortifications but no courage to defend them.
Finally, Newcraan Rotis noticed two shapely figures dancing in the shadows at incredible speed, and the flash of a black blade caught his eye as another Plague Marine suddenly fell.
There was a gaping wound on the warrior's neck, thin but deep.
The witch spirit, Newcraan Lotis noticed, was thinking in disgust.
When the twisted beast struck for the third time, the Banebringer stood his ground, his searing hands stretching out, fingers spread like a pitiful shield against the evil beast's bestial fury.
But as the jaws of the twisted beasts closed on his arm, a spasm of energy tore through space, radiating energy like a dying star.
Yellow teeth penetrated the maladybringer's armor, but when they came into contact with his skin, they hissed and evaporated.
Like a powerful venom, the tremors caused by contact with the Diseasebringer quickly spread through the bodies of all surrounding beasts, turning them into a foul-smelling cloud of twisted energy.
In less than a second, the cloud lost its shape and all evidence of the twisted beast's existence disappeared from the physical realm.
Seeing all the deaths of Gomera, the surviving Dark Eldar howled in despair. They were already surrounded on all sides, entangled by swarms of Nurglings, hit by bubbling corrosive liquids, and even by the zombie-like servants of cultists. Also joined in is the hunt, which for them is a race for carrion.
These rotting bodies holding rusty weapons, with desperate smiles on their faces and dull eyes, absorb the enemy's poisonous crystal firepower. They are excellent mobile sandbags and human shields for the Plague Marines.
Newcraan Lotis also strode forward, brandishing a demonic weapon called the 'Corpse Blade', which was said to be polished from the bone horns proliferated on the body of the Great Unclean One, but the two of them didn't know where they were hiding before. The witch spirits suddenly appeared beside him, their evil blades spinning with deadly grace.
The next moment, these Caine followers let out blood-curdling shouts and charged.
The Witch Spirit's sword was so fast that it was just an afterimage to the Plague Marine. However, the moment the blade came into contact, it just passed harmlessly past Newkren Lotis's slippery armor.
After a few rounds, the wizard spirits suddenly found that their limbs became as heavy as lead.
Newcraan Lotis let out a deep laugh, and the Nurgling on his shoulder held up the plague incense burner as if to take credit. It was the colorless and odorless deadly virus that made the wizards unknowingly fall into the trap.
"...the more beautiful it is, the more it is destroyed, and it is only in the decay that true beauty can be seen."
The first knife cut off a wizard spirit in half, and the second knife cut another one in two from the top of his head. Newkrain Rotis swung the knife, inserted it into the ground, and then removed the Nurgling spirit from his head. He took the notebook in his hand.
"Today, I bathe in Ada's blood. I am very happy."
In the command hall of the Ether Fortress, looking at the shrinking battle lines on the holographic image, and listening to the rumbling sound of artillery and bombing outside, Jordan Simon desperately threw the record board with the casualty report on the table. By the way, he knocked down the half-full wine glass, and the overflowing crimson liquid stained the report like blood.
"The enemy has broken through the third outer wall and is about to arrive here..."
After muttering to himself, the Dracula of the conspiracy turned to look at the technician who was still operating the instrument.
"There is no news from the Overlord yet."
"Sir, please report—wait! There's a sound!"
Jordan Simon's eyes lit up, as if the drowning man saw a piece of driftwood. He ran over at a very fast speed, pushed away the technician and picked up the communication tube.
"Hey! I'm Jordan Simon! Please talk back! Please talk back!"
"Jordan...Simon."
"Yes! I am Jordan Simon!"
Although the voice coming from the other side was not Victor's, Jordan Simon recognized it as that of another Dracula in the conspiracy, which at least meant that they had reinforcements.
"How's it going!"
The interference was serious and the voice was intermittent, but Jordan Simon still tried hard to convey his situation.
"The situation is very bad! The enemy has concentrated its main fleet to launch a surprise attack on us! Among them is the Terminus! Now the enemy jump gang troops have invaded the fortress and breached the third outer wall! More than 70% of the soldiers were injured or killed! Immediate support is needed !Need immediate support!”
For some reason, the end of the communicator fell into silence, with only some unknown rustling sound.
Jordan Simon's heart suddenly fell to the bottom.
About ten seconds later, the other party's voice sounded again, but it was weaker than before.
"Reinforcements...are on the way."
"When can we arrive!"
"soon."
"What do you mean by overlord!?"
"The Overlord's intention...is for you to hold on firmly. If you hold on firmly, there will be a way!"
"Hold firm..."
Jordan Simon muttered these words, and then suddenly laughed nervously, and the laughter became louder and louder, causing the members of the conspiracy in the hall to look at him uneasily.
"Hold firm...hahaha!"
"The overlord said, hello, hello? If you hear it, please answer!"
boom--
There was a loud noise, and the command hall shook violently, and the gorgeous chandelier on the roof couldn't support it and hit the table hard, splashing a piece of debris.
Then, the originally closed door suddenly opened, and several conspiracy warriors screamed and fell into the hall, strangling their necks. Their armor and flesh were rotting and melting rapidly.
"The enemy is coming!"
Accompanied by sticky heavy footsteps, the decaying giant stepped into the hall with a bolt gun and began to shoot wildly inside. The remaining members of the conspiracy immediately resisted, and for a while, the originally safe command hall turned into a chaotic mess. battlefield.
The nightmares wielded knives to fight with the enemies, the wizards kept using sharp blades to create wounds on the enemies, and the whips of the lustful ones whipped the approaching demons. All Ada were fighting for survival.
Jordan Simon still just held the voice tube and laughed nervously.
With the last laugh, he suddenly pulled out the two scimitars from his waist and rushed towards the Plague Soldiers' team like crazy.
In the blink of an eye, he passed by the side of a warrior, his scimitar accurately slicing through the thin gap between the helmet and the neck guard, and then the opponent's head rolled to the ground together with the helmet.
