"All the servants of the Lord of Change must die!"
The leader of the Silent Shroud Troupe, wearing a silver mask, waved the performance sword in his hand, trying to further kill the Thousand Sons in front of him, but Khayon suddenly opened his fist and released a power that shattered mountains and cracked rocks. The troupe leader could only retreat quickly. He activated Kayon's psychic impact, raised the gun in his hand and shot at the opponent's helmet, but was blocked by the psychic shield.
No matter how chaotic and bloody the situation was, the clowns still sang and sang as they fought, as if the ambush was just a performance.
"Kill! There will be a heavy reward for killing these apes!"
The warriors of the conspiracy were not idle either. The poison crystal guns in their hands were flying around the three of them. If they had not deliberately found a ruined building in a rugged area as a cover, they would have died on the street by now.
From the corner of his eye, Soshyan saw the Hellwalkers like brightly colored birds surrounding their heads. Every time he wanted to attack the Harlequin, he would pounce on him and spin around before he could attack. leave.
Under this all-round containment, the three of them hardly caused any more casualties, and the Spirit Race no longer seemed to be in a hurry to kill, as if they wanted them to slowly walk into their own death.
"This can't go on like this."
When Talos was injured on the knee and knelt down on one knee, Soshyan kicked away the Harlequin that was entangled in him and rushed over. The power sword drew blue lightning as it chopped the Harlequin's crest.
The Eldar turned around just as Soshyan plunged his heavy sword into its belly, crushing it to pieces.
Khayon also stepped forward to help them, but something wrapped around his leg.
Thousand Sons raised his head and saw the attacker holding up a scepter and saluting him mockingly. It wore a familiar mask, a silver mirror, trailing diamond-like light dust.
"Filmmaker."
Khayon knew these were Harlequin's psychic masters and immediately hurled a bolt of lightning, but in the blink of an eye the creature was gone, floating back into the air as quickly as it had appeared.
It was like a signal, and the rest, even the dead clowns, all disappeared, as if they had never existed in the world.
But the warriors of the conspiracy came one after another. This time they were no longer ordinary warriors, but the elites of the conspiracy, the Indulgents and Dracula. Along with them were the wizards, the beast kings and the beasts they drove, Gomera. , Ugur and others, it can be said that the lineup is complete, and they are very likely to take down the three of them soon.
"They are going to beat us to death!"
Talos hissed.
"Kayon, just go to the ruthless one, don't hold back!"
Soshyan was also considering whether to take action. While he watched the colorful figures walking between the buildings and ruins warily, he used sealant to patch the holes in Talos' armor.
"This is a trap, we have to find a way out."
Without saying a word, Khayon immediately summoned his Scarlet Letter brothers. Dozens of soulless Thousand Sons in azure armor instantly appeared on the field, and they began shooting wildly with the hell bolters in their hands.
The appearance of the Scarlet Letter immediately disrupted the offensive pace of the Dark Eldar. Even Dracula had to dodge and find a bunker under the precise shooting of the Scarlet Letter, which gave the three men a chance to retreat.
"Walk!"
The three of them changed their formation, with Khayon in front, Talos in the middle, and Soshyan in the back. While suppressing the enemies on both sides with guns, they walked along the alley. They deliberately chose a road with tall buildings on both sides, so as to maximize Avoid attacks from the sky as much as possible.
Although the conspiracy was temporarily stopped by the scarlet letter, those laughter and invisible flutes always surrounded them. The clowns moved like mercury and smoke at the edge of the three people's sight. Their fighting speeds were surprisingly consistent, but not He was eager and only occasionally looked for opportunities to attack the three of them.
Obviously, their move was to waste the ammunition of the three of them, so the three of them were forced to limit their desire to attack and only shoot confident bullets.
Khayon had also fought against this kind of Eldar once upon a time, and knew that the best tactic was to interrupt the performance and disrupt the rhythm in order to hope to defeat them.
But that meant knowing which show it was. As Khayon watched them, the sensors on his armor recording their movements, he could detect patterns.
Finally, a flaw was caught, and Khayon stretched out his telepathic tentacles to grab one of them. The clown screamed in surprise, but Khayon had already dragged him out of the show and threw him to the ground.
"Someone is out of tune,"
When the Harlequin trying to rescue flew by, Khayon twisted back and inserted his forearm into the abdomen of the other Harlequin.
The slender figure slumped over, organs ruptured, and bones shattered without breaking.
The remaining clowns began to retreat, changing their choreography.
After rushing out of the alley, the three of them came to a fork in the road, and Kayon suddenly stopped.
"careful."
He said it in a very soft voice, confident that the two of them would hear it.
Silence fell over the road, the shadows cast by the towers lengthened and thickened, and the Harlequins appeared again, clapping their hands, not in cheers, but in accompaniment.
Several thin figures danced forward, spinning, stamping their feet, clapping their hands, showing off their joy, while a sharp whistle came quietly from the darkness.
A new show has been unveiled.
Soon, the light became softer, and there was no longer just the sound of clapping and stamping feet in the air. Then wands whizzed out and inserted into the ground with a crunch, and more applause followed.
The next moment, continuous electric light emerged from the wand, intertwining into a fine net on the ground. Kayon immediately squatted down, put his hands on the ground, and released huge spiritual energy, trying to break up the electric grid, but a man wearing a monocot The figure with a horn mask suddenly appeared beside him.
"Well--"
The opponent was so fast that even Kayon couldn't react in time. He was shot several times in the chest and fell backwards.
At the moment when the power grid swept over, the biting cold wind suddenly made all the clowns tremble violently——
"Um?"
Dujiao, who was on the ground, also noticed something was wrong. His shoulders shook violently, and then he saw that the power grid disappeared, and the filmmakers also fell to the ground from mid-air.
Soshyan, who activated the Gray Marrow, pulled Kayon up from the ground and handed it to Talos. Then, holding the sword, he suddenly accelerated and rushed to the front of the horn.
"What a fast ape!"
Feeling the cold wind blowing against his face, Dujiao's heart rang with alarm. He immediately jumped back and stabbed him with his sword before he even hit the ground.
He twisted around in mid-air, stabbed the opponent's blade with the dagger on his arm, adjusted it with the help of weak force, and then landed on the ground for a moment, turning forward, intending to catch Soshyan by surprise.
"ah--"
The next moment, screams rang out, and Dujiao's two arms flew into the sky. If he hadn't reacted in time at the last moment, he would have been cut in half.
At the same time, the horn with both arms quickly did a backflip, and returned to the team while spilling a piece of blood.
But he was able to escape the disaster, not only because of his own flexibility, but also because Soshiyang suddenly stopped at the last sword edge, or in other words, his whole body stopped——
