The addition of Dracula allowed the Dark Eldar to organize a last wave of desperate counterattack. The Dream Demons formed a vanguard around their employer and pierced the ranks of the Plague Soldiers like a blade. The Cabal Warriors followed closely behind, providing support for the Dream Demons.
Their precise attacks added weight, while the wizards kept wandering on the flanks, waiting for opportunities to sneak attack on lone enemies and quickly harvest those walking corpse cultists.
"Try your best! If you can kill one, you'll be the one!"
When a Plague Marine aimed his gun at him, Jordan Simon took a step to the left, and then a stream of incandescent flames surged out from the small pulse cannon on his shoulder, vaporizing half of the Plague Marine's body at once.
Dracula's scimitar also swept off the enemy's head in the slashing motion.
By this time, the warning sirens had stopped, which meant that almost all areas of the fortress had fallen.
Passing through the vortex of sword blades and dense bullets, Jordan Simon wanted to close the hall, but saw a scene that made him despair.
A group of huge monsters in filthy green armor had already squeezed away their servants. The scythes and flails in their hands were trembling with a hum, and their joints were crackling with every step.
The Withered Overlord Terminator of the Fourteenth Legion appeared.
"Fight! Till death!"
After cutting down several Nurglings surrounding him, Jordan Simon selected his prey.
A Plague Warrior intersecting with the Witch Spirit's sword attracted his attention. This warrior's magic machete was against the Witch Spirit's double daggers, and his face was a strange porous copper ball, and there were
Two Nurglings stood shouting and cheering.
Although the Wu Ling's attack became more and more rapid, the smooth armor withstood the attack, and sparks of energy flew from the blade when the weapons collided.
When the guy who seemed to be the lord took out a pistol and pointed it at the wizard's face, she tried her best to dodge, but was hit by the pointed tip of the knife.
The next second, her face was torn in half, Wu Ling fell to the ground, and her once beautiful face turned into a lump of flesh and blood.
"Death is coming for you, lackey of the corrupt god! The stinking shit of Chaos!"
Jordan Simon roared and attacked the Plague Lord, trying to knock him down before he could recover from the duel with the Witchling.
However, before he roared, the plague lord had already seen Dracula's arrival and pounced on him with the same determination.
What surprised Jordan Simon was that although the opponent looked so bulky, he was actually extremely fast. The long knife was even faster than him, and he stabbed directly at his head.
Dracula stepped back, raised his swords to resist the attack, then spun around and kicked the attacking Plague Lord in the stomach, but almost slipped - the opponent's armor looked funny as if it had been greased, so
Changed to stabbing with a long knife.
His enemy flashed his weapon to his chest to block a heavy blow, causing the gleaming tip of Dracula's knife to graze his shoulder with a scream.
The two men then separated and began to circle each other, attacking and poking with their weapons.
During this process, the Nurglings on the shoulders of the Plague Eldar kept making noises and waving the incense burners in their hands, but Jordan Simon was not an inexperienced warrior. He knew very well what methods a Plague Lord could use.
Therefore, his armor has long been adjusted to a completely closed state - the quality of this ancient armor itself also makes it immune to most corrosion.
After a brief confrontation, the two launched another round of attacks.
Jordan Simon used his speed advantage to dodge every attack from the opponent, and while dodging every attack, he turned to the other side. The two knives in his hands rotated like the wind, creating wounds on the opponent's body by cutting rather than chopping.
A series of cracks.
But his chance for a quick kill passed, and Jordan Simon's frustration grew as the battle quickly deteriorated around him.
He was waiting for the opportunity to kill the enemy by beheading, because he knew that for such a senior Nurgle believer, there was almost no so-called fatal weakness in the body, and the only way to ensure killing was beheading.
But the other party was also an experienced warrior and did not give him any chance.
Eventually, Jordan Simon's patience wore thin and he took risks and launched a hasty charge just to seize a fleeting opportunity.
However, a Nurgling sprang out of nowhere and suddenly hugged his thigh. The Plague Lord took the opportunity to launch a series of rapid blows to his head and throat, forcing Jordan Simon to use his sharp blade.
Blocking the decayed blade, the two forces grind sparks on the metal.
At that moment, Jordan Simon saw the enemy's right shoulder tilted, so he ignored the restraints on his legs, straightened his body and struck the sword across his right hand to deliver a fatal blow, trying to cut off the warrior's neck.
"What--"
After a moment, his surprise turned into fear, because the opponent's knife had already pierced his lower abdomen first, and the torn armor fragments flew to the floor.
There is no doubt that this is a deliberately exposed flaw and trap.
Jordan Simon hissed in pain and staggered to the side, only to be hit by a backwards blow on the side of his helmet.
Part of his armor was torn, and the eyepiece on the left side was shattered. He fell down clutching his stomach, and the blade slipped from his numb hands.
Dracula, who fell to the ground, gasped for breath and looked up at the looming enemy, his heart filled with fear.
The opponent seemed to have raised his knife, preparing to deliver a fatal blow, and Jordan Simon instinctively raised a hand in self-defense.
But the other party did not deliver the final blow, but walked away from him.
The edges of Jordan Simon's vision were dyed red, and when the environment became darker and darker, he lay helpless among the dead bodies everywhere.
Due to the invasion of the virus, his consciousness wandered between wakefulness and trance, and he could only vaguely see everything that was happening - the fighting around him disappeared, and the resistance was finally crushed under the ruthless crushing of the Withering Overlord Terminator.
Suddenly, a figure appeared on his left side, with a huge syringe in his left hand.
When the shadow approached Jordan Simon, the feeling of fear returned again. Dracula saw the three scarlet round eyepieces on the opponent's helmet, as well as a large number of bottles and cans hanging on his body.
This character reminded him subconsciously of the Haemonculus, so he turned to the dagger on his waist - the only thing he could do now was to commit suicide.
But the other party seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly reached out and twisted his arm, causing him to roar in pain, and then the syringe slowly approached his body——
"Ada, you will be an excellent... petri dish."
The next moment, before Jordan Simon could scream, he fell into a double hell of fire and ice.
After the injection, the virus refiner put away his arm and watched coldly through the helmet lens as the result of his work was twitching on the ground. Dracula of the conspiracy was being quickly devoured from the inside. He was convulsing and shaking at the same time.
Then blood spurted from every joint of the armor and vomited inside the helmet.
Newcraan Lotis, who was standing not far away, could even hear the hissing sound of the eaten meat under the armor. Although this was the prey he had knocked down, he didn't care about being used by others, and it was a vain honor.
The sense of loyalty has long gone with the long war, and now he only pursues loyalty and research.
About two minutes later, the shaking stopped, and the body of the Dark Eldar turned into a swollen mass of bacteria. The virus refiner carefully peeled off some hyphae from it, and conducted a simple analysis on the spot.