The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 215 203. Badab's Last Battle (IV)

When will he be able to have his true freedom?

In the cold and ruthless wilderness, a primitive man wearing a blood-stained deerskin coat and holding a flint spear tightly in his hand is moving forward cautiously. He held his breath and slowly moved forward.

His tribe has been destroyed by the enemy, and his family has either become spoils of war or all been killed. But in the Ice Age, it was just a sparse and ordinary little thing. Now he must fight for his tomorrow.

He has been walking on the desolate North American plains for several days and is now on the verge of death. He is so hungry that he can eat anything. Just when he is about to despair, hope finally appears in front of him: it is a large group of mammoths. Although it is very dangerous, it is his only hope now.

The hunter leaned forward cautiously, hoping that the smell of feces and soil next to him could cover his smell. The man advanced little by little and finally came to the edge of the mammoth herd. After searching for a long time, he finally found his prey: it was an elephant that was about to die of old age. It was very old and exuded the smell of death all over its body.

"This is my dinner today."

The hunter muttered to himself in his heart. He licked his lips excitedly and slowly raised his spear. When he confirmed that the elephant had begun to fall behind, he immediately threw it out!

The long hair flashing with cold light rushed forward rapidly and accurately pierced the mammoth!

At this moment, the man who was lost almost cheered for himself, but then the elephant instantly made him despair. Too much fatigue and long-term exhaustion made this experienced hunter miss. The long hair did not pierce the elephant's heart and deviated a few centimeters upwards, and did not quickly make the damn old elephant bleed.

The dying mammoth elephant wailed, then suddenly pulled out his spear, looked at it angrily, and then rushed towards him angrily.

The weak hunter quickly got up and ran, but what made him desperate was that more and more mammoths found this guy and vented their anger on this little thing.

Finally, he was hit hard by the mammoth running in the front with his nose, and the heavy nose broke his ribs instantly. The hunter lay on the ground and coughed out blood twice, and then couldn't help wailing.

Looking at those behemoths, he really hated them! Why treat yourself like this? The god who only exists in the mouth of the dead shaman, why?

I curse you, curse you!!!

On the verge of death, the chief collapsed and roared, roaring, why he was the strongest hunter in the whole land and was betrayed! Why is he obviously the strongest person, but his people are constantly suffering from diseases?

Why is this? God!!

This chief is very lucky because the gods are watching him.

The dark gods from the warp whispered in his ears, and a large amount of warp energy came to the physical universe and gathered on his body. The body of this mortal continued to expand and twist, becoming as terrifying as a hill, which made people feel terrified.

Under such terrible power, the mammoths that were originally going to be powerful were quickly killed by him. In such killing and eating, the former chief heard a voice in his ear

"From now on, your name is..."

"Bilak..."

From this moment on, Bilak became a servant of the dark gods. He was always the best one, performing his tasks perfectly, until one day he was driven out of the earth by the king of Asia Minor, he still served the dark gods.

But in such a long process, he had felt dissatisfied and bored with the gods. The chief prince longed for his own freedom. It seemed that he kept jumping back and forth between the dark gods, hoping to get more gifts and eventually become the fourth god of the warp at that time. This practice eventually completely angered the three gods at the time. He was deprived of a lot of power, but he was still a chief prince.

After that, he had completely lost the opportunity to gain freedom. Although he kept emphasizing that he was free, everyone knew that he was still a toy of the Dark God.

And now, his master gave him an order.

Be'lak stood on the bridge of an Abomination-class battleship. Next to it were his allies in this war, a Space Marine warband of the Iron Warriors and a warband from the Thousand Sons Legion.

Although the Primarchs of the Thousand Sons and Iron Warriors still existed, they were basically no longer in charge of the affairs of the entire legion. The Thousand Sons Legion had collapsed after Ahriman's red letter sorcery, and the Iron Warriors broke out in a large-scale civil war after they successfully escaped back to the planet. The returnees and the warmasters had a duel. The final result was that their Primarch Perturabo no longer wanted to be in charge of his own legion.

Nearly thousands of Astartes from both warbands have gathered under the Daemon Prince, and his own Daemon army is ready. A dozen battleships and hundreds of auxiliary warships have begun to assemble, with the goal of trying to save the Imperial Chapter Master and bring him into the arms of Chaos.

Bilak didn't know why the Chaos Powers were so optimistic about a small war captain, which made him very jealous, but he had to execute it. Although he said verbally that he was free, he knew very well that if he wanted to keep his position, he had to continue to serve the Chaos Gods.

"Dear Demon Prince, the army is ready."

While he was thinking, a cold voice came from behind, and the war blacksmith Songtu and the Thousand Sons wizard Denert had already appeared behind him with their followers.

After taking a look at those mortals, Bi Guak just waved his sword and gave an order

"In the name of the Dark Gods, attack the Badab Star Sector!"

Finally, under this circumstance, the Empire, the Separator, the Chaos Gods, and the Protoss United Army are all ready. These brave and fearless warriors are ready to fight to the end in this final battle!

Everyone has different goals, but they all have a common direction, and they will definitely conflict. This is not just a battle of mortals, but also a battle of gods!

The chessboard that spans thousands of light years of battlefield is finally about to place the last chess piece.