Victor knew the importance of the Ether Fortress more than anyone else, so when the fortress fell, he immediately contacted the Harlequin Theatre and quickly planned a counterattack.
The first step in counterattack is to activate the "self-purification" mechanism of the network channel.
When the energy waves generated by the self-purification mechanism of the network ruthlessly impacted the walls of the corrupted fortress and cut a gap in the protective walls full of bacterial moss and fungi, the clowns of the Frost Stars and the raiders of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group had quietly sneaked into the fortress.
Their mission is to kill and destroy the outpost of the God of Corruption before it is discovered, leaving them deaf and blind.
As early as the first time after the fortress fell, hundreds of small-scale conflicts broke out between the small troops of different clowns and the plague warriors. Although these encounters were not large in scale, they were also full of bloody and violent parts.
After solving some sentinels of the 14th Legion, the plan came to the second step.
With the keen vision of the predator, the plundering master Sidi discovered the weakness in the enemy's military deployment and ordered the clown to activate a very famous artifact of the ancient spirit empire, "The Breath of Mori-Hig", and sent the surging tide of dark night through the gaps in the fortifications of the fortifications.
Mori Hege is the companion of the Blood Hand Kane and a god whom the Howling Banshee believes in. Her old appearance has also been given the title of the God of the Old Woman. Mori Hege's breath is a magical artifact that she left on the earth. The fog released can not only numb the senses, but also erode the subspace creatures and non-spiritual lives. It is a very domineering and cruel weapon, but it requires powerful psychic energy to activate it.
Because Comoros prohibits the use of psychic energy from the tribe, this task was handed over to the troupe.
Everything is so mysterious and silent. The deadly thick fog from the ancient spiritual pantheon seeped into the corrupt fortress. This dark night fog can even obscurate the senses of the space warriors. Even in the core area of the fortress, you can feel the cold that penetrates your bone marrow.
Although the staunch plague fighters firmly grasped their positions and vowed to kill any invaders who dared to attack the fortress, they suddenly found themselves surrounded by cold and ineffable mist.
This fog slowed down their thinking and dulled their senses.
It turns out that even the minds of the persevering and corrupt gods cannot be immune to the tricks of the clown.
In a mess, the initially mobilized defenders could easily become targets of the influx of Ada's vanguards.
The ghostly silent mime actors wandered in the lower halls of the fortress, and they were superb shooters, blocking every turn and every passage with arrow-shaped stars piercing the heart and inserting the throat, and anything that stood in their way was ruthlessly knocked down.
Mime actors are also called Distaus in Ida. They are dancers on the stage, but are not members of the troupe. They only follow the orders of the troupe masters, and are also responsible for acting as propagandists of the troupe, responsible for organizing the performance before the performance, and on the battlefield, they act as assassins and infiltrators.
At the beginning of the siege, the mime actors had almost penetrated into the armed hall in the center of the fortress—where the plague fighters were assembled.
The plague warriors were as silent as the pantomimes, but a calm rage burned in their hearts, and even the suffocating witchcraft haze could not extinguish the spirits of these warriors.
Without any confusion, they exerted their outstanding military qualities, built defenses at an astonishing speed and planned counterattack paths. Instead, they did not retreat into the defense line, they took the initiative to hunt down the invaders.
Soon, through the hidden rifts and secret passages, the plague warriors narrowed their distance from the elves, and they rushed to their abominable pointed ears from any possible direction, and the three-ring sign of Nurgle burned in the mist.
The plague warriors cut the raiders' armor with sharp blades and smashed their pale flesh, while the pantomime actors were torn to pieces by dense bombs, and the elegy to praise the kind father resounded through the lower hall.
However, just as the Fourteenth Legion spilled the fortress with Ada's blood, more silent attackers rushed in, and the disgusting night mist became thicker and thicker.
Soon, the strong defenders found themselves firmly surrounded. The shadowy Mandela climbed on the wall and used his claws to tear his armor to draw energy from life. The raider waved his curved blades and rushed out of the fog. The Death Jester defeated the tough warrior with his terrifying heavy weapon.
The situation of the defenders suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse.
"These garbage-tip ears are endless!"
Jonny Barber of the 'Dish Zero' team roared, and he smashed the edge of the wide-blade axe at a harlequin wearing an abomination mask. The next moment, the unlucky creature's remaining limbs suddenly spilled the ground.
“We are surrounded.”
That being said, the smile in the words of the plague fighter shows that he is only happy that there are so many enemies to slaughter,
"Speak."
Newcreon Rothis said, taking out a poisonous skull and throwing it at the swarming enemy.
"Just thinking so, just killing them, every minute."
The team members have no casualties now, but each of them has been cut by the enemy's scimitar and covered in blood.
Despite the deep wounds, Newcrion Rotis felt no pain, and the runes on his armor were singing, burning in his flesh and blood, sending divine energy to his limbs.
He even has the spare time to create his creations-
“…Death is inevitable, but so is glory.”
In addition to language, he also wrote down his own legend with corpses everywhere.
"Come on!"
Newcrion Rothis growled and provoked, and another running figure rushed towards him. The figure held a long knife and headed straight for the plague Lord's neck.
The Plague Lord responded heavily, suddenly leaned down, and used his shoulder to hit the Comoros mafia's chest, then raised his legs and directly stomped the other party's head.
But there were still more enemies running from both ends of the passage. Newryan Rotis glimpsed the smooth scales on the snake man's body, and those figures wearing sharp slids on the floor at high speed, waving their arms.
Newryan Rotis actually expected the enemy to counterattack, but the cunning of these elves surprised him. They seemed to know the legion's plan and it was so decisive to give up this fortress. However, when the fortress opened the attempted channel and consumed a lot of energy and became the weakest, they suddenly came.
The passage has not been fully opened yet, and it is impossible for Taifen to stop. The fortress without energy has no defense in the face of the enemy's raid, so it can only resist inside the fortress. Although Taifen yelled that he was a loving father, he was reluctant to use his treasure fleet to fight with the spirit race. He actually retreated the fleet to the other side of the network, insisting on waiting for the Primarch to bring the main force to join.
And what's even more troublesome is that the Spirit Clan seemed to have figured out their military strength - only less than 3,000 people, which gave the Spirit Clan confidence to counterattack.
"Damn it!"
Suddenly, a single-molecule plate flew out of the foggy darkness and hit Jonny Barber's throat, directly separating the body and head of the warrior - the first casualty of the "Dish Zero" appeared.
Then, more single-molecules flew over, Newcreon Rothis roared angrily at the death of the warriors, then turned sideways, and a short spear penetrated deeply into the ground where he was originally standing with the whistling sound of the wind.