Suddenly, a few sparks burst out from the shell of the Nether Lord's spiritual bones. It turned out that a Chimera armored vehicle in the distance was trying to use its arms as a vehicle to stop this huge Eldar machine from advancing.
In response, the huge Revenant Machine lowered the muzzle on its shoulders. The cultists on the Chimera immediately screamed and reversed frantically, regardless of whether they crushed other people. However, this did not delay their demise.
With a beam of light with a spiritual halo, the entire Chimera instantly turned into countless flying fragments. There was no explosion or loud noise, and it was "dismantled" silently, along with the cultists on it.
But this was just the beginning. After that, every burst of light from the Nether Lord meant that double-digit enemies were wiped out.
There is no suspense at this point in the battle.
But the scene that really makes all the invaders despair comes from the sky——
"What!"
The priestess, who was trying to avoid being chased by the Harlequin Troupe, heard the roaring and throbbing in the depths of the sky. She raised her head in horror, only to see a meteor shower falling from the sky.
Countless burning fireballs of different sizes were rolling and falling towards the planet's ground. However, they would soon disappear in a flash of light. She even saw a huge fragment that looked like the bow of a frigate spinning in the distant sky.
At this moment, she suddenly hated the powerful vision given to her by the Prince of Darkness. Maybe if she didn't see it, she wouldn't be so desperate.
All this means only one thing, the fleet in orbit is over!
Then they are finished!
The priestess began to run away desperately. She knew that her father was still alive, and he would soon achieve his goal. As long as he could sublime, he would also gain eternal life.
The most important thing for her now is to return to her father!
However, the terrifying laughter approached again. The priestess screamed and ordered the Slaanesh banshees to protect herself, while her legs kept running towards an off-road vehicle. She didn't care if it was a means of transportation for low-level people.
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But suddenly something hit her left kneecap, causing her to fall to the ground with a scream.
"No! My legs!"
The priestess lowered her head and saw that the knee part of her left leg had disappeared, and she immediately screamed.
The clowns had gathered around, their masks were naked mockery, and then they suddenly started to act.
One of them was spinning wildly with violent dance steps, the sharp blade in his hand was wrapped with lavender light, and he threw something like a ribbon to wrap around a screaming Slaanesh Banshee.
The bound banshee struggled desperately, purple light shining out from her wide-open mouth and paper-thin skin, and then her head was cut off by the opponent's sharp blade, and her body turned into pus and dissipated.
Another Slaanesh banshee was also struggling in vain, trying to break away from the shurikens and short spears piercing her body, but the neck of a short sword then pierced her throat.
With the banshee's final struggle, purple mist spread around.
The priestess who was trying to crawl to the off-road vehicle was twitching and screaming. This was simply not a sound that a human could make, but a chorus of many painful wails, so distorted and wild that it was indescribable.
But then a boot kicked her on the back, knocking her to the ground, and then the troupe leader of the Frost Stars sang a melodious high note while firing a bullet into the priestess' back.
"What! This is-"
The priestess watched in horror as the bright light passed through her flesh, even breaking through her skin. As the screams continued, larger cracks began to tear open her flesh.
The torture lasted for several seconds. When it was over, her limbs were twisted, her bones were broken, and her movements seemed to be pulled by invisible ropes.
The troupe leader then bent down and beheaded her, then tied a rope around it. When he let go of the rope, the priestess's head floated into the sky like a comical balloon and uttered as all the followers of Slaanesh looked on in horror.
Gurgling laughter, and finally exploded into a ball of powder.
"Your Highness, Commander Giulio Pula has sent a message that the enemy's flagship has been destroyed, the large ships have been basically annihilated, and a few ships are trying to escape. The final hunt is now underway."
The report read out by the prophet as a mouthpiece did not surprise Soshiyang, because he was very aware of the strength of the Dark Light Butterfly. Even if there were no other ships, this ancient terrifying warship alone was enough to sweep across the human fleet in orbit.
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"Your Highness, the enemy leader has been hunted and killed, and all the demons have been exiled."
"Your Highness, the Hearthborn is pursuing an in-depth pursuit according to the original plan."
After realizing that only the finishing touches were left, Soshyan looked at Luvia Greta.
"Spirit Controller Luvia Greta, we will go to the main island, and the injured residents or non-combatants will stay on the Wishing Island."
"yes."
Then he looked at Si Zhan, who had spoken before, and said slowly:
"Battle Ugarowei, lead the troops under your command to coordinate with the Ironsworn Regiment of the Hearthborn to carry out the final cleanup of the Wish Island. No fallen person can be left behind."
The opponent put on his helmet, turned around and bent slightly at an extremely fast speed.
"As commanded."
"Others head to the main island."
"Your Highness."
After a moment of hesitation, a prophet said softly:
"The howling banshees of the Screaming Blade Shrine are still in pursuit..."
Soshyan frowned.
"Didn't they receive the order?"
"I got it, but..."
The Shrine of the Screaming Blade is the shrine of the Howling Banshee that the Doral couple used to be in. Soshyan speculated that perhaps it was because of the high status of these two people in the royal court that they were a little arrogant.
Doral's reaction was very quick, he immediately turned around and said:
"Your Highness, I will immediately——"
"No need."
Soshyan raised his hand to interrupt Doral's words, turned to the prophet and said in a deep voice:
"When a large corps fights, discipline must be strict. Tell them, if I can't see them within one minute, then I will use the authority of the Phoenix King to strip them of their war masks, and they will spend their entire lives as non-combatants to raise their children.
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Soshiyang's words made all the spirits on the golden chariot look slightly sideways.
The war mask is the most important equipment for the battle path, especially the howling banshee path. Only after wearing the mask can they devote themselves to the war wholeheartedly without worrying about their hearts being swallowed up by the blood and violence of war. Even the bishop is not qualified to directly
To deprive a Taoist of his war mask is, at best, to drive him out of the shrine.
Soshyan's words were quite serious. Not only would they be stripped of their war masks, they might even be banned from joining any fighting path.
Less than fifty seconds after he said these words, the howling banshees covered in blood returned to his sight. The leader even took off his mask and stared at Soshi Yang, who was a hundred meters away.
The face filled with anger opened his lips slightly and was about to say something, but he directly met Doral's cold gaze.
So she immediately lowered her head, put on her helmet again, and returned to her sisters without saying a word.
The end of the battle was a one-sided massacre, and every living human on the island was prayed to be killed. The Hearthborn also hated these Chaos worshipers, and their corpses were regarded as filthy and burned in fire. As early as these
While the follow-up work was in progress, Soshyan had already ordered the rescue of the island.
The Sahadouin drove their unique gliding vehicles into the sea, while the Chikanti people raided from the sea on their invisible hovercraft. Their mission was to clean up the island's coastline.