The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 120 113. Crazy Operation

The smell of the Haemonculi This high-ranking Templar will never forget the battle with the Dark Eldar. Those terrible monsters can cause a large number of casualties on the battlefield. A dozen Odessa soldiers operating the most advanced weapons can only kill a few of them. Only the Templars can have enough combat power to fight against such monsters one-on-one.

And he could clearly feel the breath of the Haemonculi on the sentinel just now.

Netat led them away from this line of defense and came to the settlement after many twists and turns. In the dark alley, he observed the surroundings and lifted his stealth mode.

"Okay, let's start now..."

"Excuse me, respected messenger."

Before he finished speaking, the old high-ranking Templar next to him interrupted him. Netat turned his head to look at him and asked casually

"Please, is there any problem?"

The eyes of the high-level Templar Knight burst into blue light and flickered violently. He said carefully

"Honorable God's Envoy, I feel the breath of the Dark City. The human sentinels we just passed have the mark of the Haemonculi. I suspect that those damn creatures have invaded this area and turned some people into their puppets."

Netat's lazy eyes suddenly widened after hearing this, and a sense of oppression that he had never felt before quickly emerged

"Are you sure?"

Seeing that the other party's reaction was good, the high-level Templar Knight nodded affirmatively. Netat immediately began to think after hearing this. The powerful electronic brain function only took more than ten seconds to successfully calculate their possible ideas:

The possibility of reconnaissance activities is 10.4%, the behavior of destroying the other party's supplies is 4.2%, the possibility of creating chaos is 21.3%, and the possibility of assassinating the enemy commander is 86.7%.

The final calculation result: The Haemonculi decided to assassinate the Supreme Commander of the Space Marines to reverse the unfavorable situation on the battlefield.

After the analysis, Netat fell silent. He was now thinking about the most favorable situation for himself.

There is no doubt that the action of the Dark Eldar this time is very beneficial to them. If the dark assassins of the Dark City succeed in infiltrating, it will undoubtedly cause a serious blow to the human command system, which will also facilitate their subsequent archaeological operations. From the perspective of this operation alone, his actions will bring great convenience to his side.

From a macro perspective, once the Dark Eldar successfully achieve the victory of the assassination, the defeat of humans will also indicate that the fallen Aida will carry out a large amount of plunder nearby, which will greatly increase the problem of transfer. Of course, if humans win, this situation will also exist. However, now that humans have discovered their fleet, according to the nature of the Dark Eldar, only eight or nine will frame them for this action, which is not worth the loss for the entire empire.

Netat's brain quickly calculated the possible results and uncertainties, and finally issued such an order

"Still keep the original action unchanged, but when necessary, you can expose the actions of the Haemonculi to create chaos and cover our theft plan."

"Yes, noble envoy."

After hearing this, all the high-level Templars accepted Netat's suggestion without any hesitation. Because Netat is the messenger sent by Gray, to them he is the messenger sent by their own gods, and his every move and every word is the meaning of the ancient saints. Although Gray hates this kind of religious fanaticism, this kind of thing has given him supreme power. Although he came to this universe without any political foundation on the surface, it is because of the fanatical belief throughout the empire that his political foundation is much stronger than any faction in the country.

Just like Netat now, because of Gray's supreme authority, he can move freely in this expedition and make crucial decisions.

Just as the Templars began to sneak into the monastery, the Haemonculi began their own actions.

Inside the monastery fortress, the terrible Haemonculus Master commanded his men to silently and with unimaginable agility, and quickly eliminated a pair of patrolling regiments of servant guards. They used strong neurotoxins to kill more than a dozen people in an instant. Those poor mortal soldiers died before they even realized that they were attacked.

The Haemonculus dragged the bodies of the dead soldiers aside. These crazy doctors quickly removed their lobes and absorbed the knowledge in their brains to facilitate the infiltration work later and remove some of the toxins. Then they placed small control devices inside to turn them into living dead, ensuring that they could execute the orders issued by the Haemonculus.

"These guards will leave their work tracks and go to a specific area. Obviously, the armory there is in chaos, so we can sneak in and assassinate their commander."

The Haemonculus with a head on his chest spoke in a low voice to Passi Gattuso, who was spraying a strange-smelling perfume in his mouth. The Haemonchi master smacked his lips after spraying the perfume, and pulled out two giant blades from behind him, looking down at the dull-looking apes with disdain.

"Let them follow orders! We should also go in and entertain them properly!"

The stealth masters came to the outside of the fortress and cut open the entrance to the sewer. They quickly got into the stinking water pipe and began to enter the monastery. When they all left here, Netat and the high-level templars who had been in stealth mode also appeared.

Netat looked at the blood orcs who had not yet discovered that they were being followed speechlessly. He really couldn't understand these things. Where did the creatures get the confidence to think that they were superior to others.

Just based on their degenerate lifestyle, Gray scolded them more than once, saying bluntly that in this galaxy, in addition to Chaos and Tyranid Zerg should be destroyed, this group of perverted pointy ears should also be killed.

"Let's go! Let's go through the ventilation duct."

After saying that, he jumped up and came to the ventilation vent that was nearly four people high with the help of the anti-gravity device installed in his body. He lightly weighed the fan that was as heavy as a Raider and stopped it, and walked in slowly with his people.

Still in the sewers, the Blood Orcs moved forward very comfortably. For them, the environment here was not too bad, because the environment in most streets and alleys in Comoros was even worse than this. Except for the cities protected by the conspiracy group, which had a good living condition, other back alleys and other places that were not exposed to the light were definitely more hell on earth than the human empire's nest.

They successfully passed through the sewers full of sewage, and finally found where they should be through the knowledge absorbed from the brains of the Imperial Guards.

Passi Gattuso saw the huge iron feet walking on the iron manhole cover in the air. He showed a cruel smile, and two rows of sharp teeth collided with each other

"Tell those puppets to get ready for action!"