Chapter 638 Good Luck
"Yeah!" Elafren screamed, raising his ranger sniper rifle in panic and shooting without even aiming.
A broken crystal shot at Amalaga just in time. This weapon had no effect on the compressed bones under Amalaga's skin, so he was too lazy to move to dodge this meaningless attack.
But the luck of this broken crystal was a little too good. After piercing the skin used to disguise Amalaga's human form, it happened to get through the gap between the bones. The broken crystal bounced between the bones and shot straight towards Amalaga controls the core of flesh and blood, a brain wrapped in thick bones.
The broken crystal grabbed the brain and breathed, and went in the moment the bone plate loosened. It all happened so smoothly and quickly. One second, Amalaga was wearing a noble and elegant smile, and the next second he put on a A somewhat dull expression.
The broken crystals had penetrated seven or eight bloody holes in his well-protected brain during the ejection. Amalaga's control over the degraded body suddenly became chaotic and heavy, and he needed to concentrate on repairing his brain.
Looking at Amaraja with her eyes tightly closed, Elafren did not dare to waste any more time. She would flash out directly after the next cloak was charged.
"A small success."
Nothing seemed to go wrong with the flash this time, and it would have been better if Elafren's newly emerged ass didn't sit on top of a running Drazal.
The spikes on the Lord of Blades' armor scratched Elafren's armor and hurt her butt. Although it was not a serious injury, it frightened Elafren and jumped up.
As soon as Drazal's confused and angry eyes drifted upward, Khan's heavy combat boots hit him hard in the face. Drazal was kicked several hundred meters away and bounced on the ground. It took several times to stop.
Gently catching Elafren, Jaghatai put Elafren on his shoulders and lifted him backwards. Elafren also fell behind Jaghatai's strong body with understanding.
"Hehe. Thanks! Silly guy."
"You are really stupid and blessed."
Jaghatai was a little helpless and chopped the four nightmares that rushed from the shadows into pieces in an instant. The gap between them and Drazal was a bit too big.
"Orican! Orican can you still hear me?"
Trazin roared at his head, and Olican's hot data core also floated a few numbers to briefly express his status.
"I thought Master Blood Pity wouldn't be moved by a little physical pain. It seems you are not qualified?" Victor looked at Amalaga, with mockery and a small smile on his face. Disappointed, "That Susheng man smells good. If I were in Gemo, I would be happy to train an obedient slave."
"Ha." Amaraja smiled noncommittally. He finally caught the bouncing flexible crystal, moved it to his finger and shot it out, killing a ranger who tried to sneak attack on the spot.
There were very few words between the two, and they continued to watch the battlefield as if what happened here had nothing to do with them. The nightmare steamed in the lightning of the Eldar Prophet, and Victor clapped gently, not knowing whether it was admiration or mockery.
The modified degenerate body showed the essence of subspace due to the cracking of the Tau human skin. This was the most difficult time for these creatures to deal with, but when they faced the saint-turned-Sales and Roca, they were more powerful than the snowflakes in midsummer. Not much better.
The balance of the war seemed to be tilted towards the coalition side. When Drazal's arm was cut off by Jaghatai's scimitar again, Victor stretched his body and raised his hand to form a rune of the Black Muse.
The runes of the Black Muse hung above everyone's heads, and the nightmares were intensified. Their trembling bodies were crazy, and their body movements were unnatural and intermittent, like a poor animation with many intermediate frames removed.
"Victor! Stop it!" Efreni's old woman's sword glowed with pale flames, "It's time for the unfounded differences between the Dark Eldar and the Ark Eldar to disappear."
Victor felt ridiculous for Efrenie's naivety of escaping reality. He emerged from the body of a nightmare and swept towards Efrenie.
The power given by the God of Death was reverberating in Ifreni's body. She slashed at Victor with a sword, and the pale flame formed a curved arc. Other Eldar prophets also cooperated with Efreni's movements, injecting destructive spiritual energy into the flame arc.
The polluted ground was squirming, and a wall of flesh and blood suddenly rose up to block Efreni's attack for Victor. Inside the tattered walls that lacked restrictions, subspace spiders that were pitch black and had structures like dying thorns poured out from inside.
"Fight for the great Emperor!" The Sisters of Battle and the Crusaders stepped forward, chanting hymns loudly, unleashing all the fury of the Empire's gaze upon Chaos.
Promethium flames and incendiary bombs were destroying the spiders that kept coming out. With a wave of Perturabo's hand, several armor-piercing bombs were fired at the towering wall of stupid flesh. The bursts of flesh, flesh and bones meant that the wall was about to collapse. .
Without having time to thank the Empire's allies for their help, Ifreni and the Death Army to which she belonged decided to execute Victor, a dangerous lunatic, with their own hands.
Idenyan's Hellbone Guard advanced with the gloomy pace of death. Under the guidance of the surrounding Eldar prophets, their slowness was greatly alleviated, and these war machines that should not be underestimated on the battlefield completely tore apart the collapsed wall of flesh. .
Victor hid in the collapsed wall of flesh and built more nightmare warriors out of shadows with just a snap of his fingers.
This form of summoning an army can only remind Efreni of the dead soul constructor on the Ark.
"What on earth did you do to Gemo?" Ifreni was shocked.
"What to do? Nothing. The Lord of Joy collected a tax, and I decided to demolish the store. It's that simple."
"You bastard!" Ifreni gritted her teeth. She felt like her whole body was being wrapped in Kane's anger. With red eyes, she raised the old woman's sword high and pounced on Victor with unstoppable madness.
One after another, the Nightmares tried to protect their master, only to be reduced to pieces under the sword of Ifreni.
The originals, who were trying their best to suppress the spread of the degenerate bodies, were relieved to see Ifreni. They were very worried that these Eldar would show compassion during the battle, and they would only be able to carry out cleanup activities.
If Ifreni is willing to kill Victor, that would be a good thing.
The Empire can turn a blind eye to the Dark Eldar who have infiltrated the Death Army, but as the master of the City of Pain, Victor must die. This is the minimum bottom line.