Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Explosive bombs and flames exploded on the tortured flesh. After being fused and transformed by the Blood Pity Master's factory, a lot of genetic sequences were added to the skin, flesh and bones, making the flesh and blood body face such a powerful one. It can also sustain for a period of time under heavy firepower.

These bombs can only leave a series of tiny explosion holes on the pale and tough skin, which are insignificant under their huge bodies. The promethium flames are stained on them, and the burning flames make the skin black and smelly, but if you want to rely on It will take some time to completely burn the abusers with these things.

But now, what they lack most is time...

Sister Lucia held a power sword, and the guards around her were supporting her in the church position, chopping the abusers who had successfully squeezed out of the fire nets at the door and windows into throbbing pieces of flesh on the ground. This tough flesh is no match for power weapons and melted butter.

Lucia didn't even need to use excessive force. She just let the sword gently slide along her hand, just like cutting through the air. The huge abuse was cut in two, the clean and burr-free cross section and the internal organs inside were cut off instantly. , so that it did not react immediately by spitting out a large amount of blood.

The Sister's sword skills are outstanding, and the guards around her are also experienced in many battles. With their cooperation and blocking, the cruel and mindless attack was withstood. The Sisters sang the Emperor's hymn, and in the Accompanied by explosive bombs and fire, all the filth in the church was steadily cleaned up.

The abused flesh finally couldn't hold on any longer, and large bullets swept over their bodies, cutting away the flesh and blood like razors until the bones were exposed, and all the joints and exposed internal organs were shattered, leaving only them. Losing control, his pale body could only collapse on the ground.

"Pay attention to the defense line! Be alert for sneak attacks!"

Sister Lucia reminded the sisters not to be complacent just because they had repelled these hateful abuses, but to be alert to the real threats behind them.

Her temples beat violently. Sister Lucia was reminded by her combat intuition. She hurriedly turned her head to avoid a slender poison spike. Among the tortured corpses, a slender black shadow flew towards them. Coming.

The real enemy appears!

Lucia held the sharp blade in her hand, captured the dark alien figures, swung it out suddenly, and collided with a thin single-molecule blade. At the moment when the impact caused the body to pause, the shadow behind the nun twisted out another guy. The sharp blade in his hand was aimed at her joints, trying to cut off her limbs as quickly as possible to relieve her from fighting. Ability.

The sacred golden barrier blocks the onslaught of monomolecular blades and locks the weapons of the sneak.

"Power of the Emperor! Alien!"

Lucia waved the sharp blade in hatred, and lightly chopped off the head of the sneak attacker, and then turned around and punched the Dark Eldar on the head who was nauseated by the holy energy of the holy barrier.

Blood spurted out from the cracks in the armor. The cabal warriors' facial bones were shattered by Lucia's punch, and their eyes and noses lost the support of the bones and moved downward from their original positions.

"Activate the bomb!"

Lucia shouted to the nuns behind her, asking them to quickly activate the explosion traps set on the church floor and pillars.

Regardless of how many sisters were fighting with the Dark Eldar, as the start button was pressed, the flames swept through the entire position, and the flames and debris swept through everyone fighting in the field without distinction.

"Ahhh! Alien!" A nun who was burned beyond recognition by the promethium flames, and the skin, flesh and bones on her face began to show signs of melting, rushed out. She screamed and hugged another dark figure who was panicking in the flames. The Eldar will never let go despite its ferocious blows.

"Let me go monkey!"

This all-out attack without any regard for friendly forces caught the conspiracy soldiers who rushed in off guard. Guys like them, who are accustomed to conspiracy and backstabbing, would only send their teammates into traps, and watch the show safely from a distance instead of putting themselves in danger. His own life was involved in the unworthy tactic of perishing together.

Sister Lucia's power armor was wrapped in flames, and so were the guards around her. They roared angrily while dodging the flames and the fleeing aliens, killing the hateful aliens with the weapons in their hands.

The temperature inside the church is like an oven, and any blood cannot flow down. It often steams in mid-air as soon as it splashes out. Osabel was somewhat dissatisfied with the chaos and failure in the field. When he returned, he must clean up a group of cowards so that they would know that his orders could not be disobeyed.

"Let's go, master." The mist armor activated, Osabel took out the spirit blade and flew towards the church.

Osabel stood at the door of the church, feeling the heat waves blowing from it, and the sense of sacred piety that made him feel sick. Guys like them who had been involved in the conspiracy for so many years couldn't stand it. Such disgusting positive energy.

The long blade was swung quickly, drawing streaks of radiant light in the air. It was elegantly put into the scabbard and touched lightly.

The entire front wall of the church disintegrated under Osabel's swordsmanship, and the gaps between the perfectly cut cylindrical fragments were extremely smooth. They slid downward under the influence of gravity, revealing a door with a wider view for Osabel.

"It's still a little hot..." The despair amplifier in his hand was activated, and the spiritual cold despair was released into the interior of the church. This pure spiritual coldness actually affected the temperature of the flames in reality, and each of those blazing red flames He became cold and pale, like a desperate person who was about to die.

Sister Lucia looked at the gorgeous armor on Osabel's body with a solemn expression. What alarmed her most was the careless and lazy posture. Her intuition told her that no matter how she attacked, the alien in front of her would predict it in advance and cut off her arm.

"Cover the Sister!"

"drink!"

A round of volleys was aimed at Osabair's position. He yawned in boredom and strolled among the bullets. The bullets hitting his body only stirred up layers of dark smoke. Under the gaze of Sister Lucia, the black mist was penetrated by bullets, but the body of Archon Osabel also drifted away with the smoke, and then gathered together to become its original appearance.

Immune to bullets? Rebirth? Or hallucination?

Lucia quickly thought about all the possibilities, and only when she found the key could she decide how to deal with the blasphemous enemy in front of her.

"Emperor...Senior...May I live up to your glory..."

Lucia gripped the power sword tightly, and together with her guards, charged towards the arrogant Osabel.

A Cabal Archon. The richer the Cabal, the more beastly the Archon's equipment.