Chapter 201 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadow (50) Decisive Battle, Part Two - Escape
"That's... the Eye of the Empire?" The elder of a pair of brothers saw the giant figure in the crowd of Gray Knights at the moment when the halo of thunder dissipated.
The brilliance of "Hyperion's Blessing" is so dazzling, and the crystal balls covered with eyes that look like eyes make this person who survived the Great Crusade feel even more shocked and familiar.
The perception array of the Bell of Erebus was misunderstood by the Word Bearer wizard because it resembled the concept of armor decoration. This extremely glorious and luxurious decoration reminded him of the armor that once shone in the world.
A pair of close friends at the center of the Empire's stage...
But he regretted his exclamation extremely, because it was his voice that made his brother subconsciously look up to the center of the crowd while covering him.
What a look that was! The moment the dark wizard's gaze collided with the original body, his will was firmly fixed there.
He no longer had the extra energy to pay attention to the true appearance of the original body, nor did he have the energy to observe the gorgeousness of the armor. All his will at the moment was resisting a clear and cold mental attack that started from the moment the two people's eyes collided.
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You are a heretic! The first rebuke sounded in the wizard's heart.
The eyes are the windows to the soul, and wizards know that they are also the embodiment of will. It is rare for wizards to boldly meet people's eyes when they first meet, because that means handing over oneself to the enemy without knowing anything about it.
All trump cards.
You are a heretic! The second echo once again shattered the wizard's struggle.
The cold voice echoed in the wizard's heart, as if descending from the end of the sky. The overlapping echoes contained the rebuke and denial of countless wills, and the voice in the center issued a verdict like a god.
His will was like melting ice and snow in front of this voice. His past thousands of years of pride, fighting, and even the meaning of life were all denied in the endless rebuke!
You are a heretic! The final declaration denies all his vitality.
The defenses in his mind collapsed layer by layer, and the talismans and markings on his body disintegrated inch by inch. Fiery fire appeared in the wizard's eyes and ears, and his soul was already annihilated by this attack.
His brother finally noticed something strange behind him, but when he turned back to look at his brother, he could only see a body of flames that spontaneously ignited from the inside out in the crackling tarsal flames.
…
Buzz!
The original body's gaze passed through the chaotic crowd and locked directly on the retreating Chief Priest. After a dazzling flash of light, his figure disappeared from the battlefield.
Will barrier! Another wizard on the edge of the battlefield opened the fingers of his left hand and silently showed the mark of the spell.
The flames in front of them were all too familiar to them. It was the characteristic of spells losing control after their will was instantly defeated.
Although he didn't know how the original master did it, his instinct led him to exert as much protection as possible for his soul at the last second of the battle.
But, that’s it.
Because in the next heartbeat, those silver-gray armored brothers had already rushed in front of him with halberds in hand. However, the spell configurations he released from his consciousness could not even reach the opponent's figure.
The light of various spells collided with those silver terminators, and then was annihilated by the silver light flowing on them.
These Gray Knights' legionary will was readjusted by Calvin during the prayer before battle, making them now equivalent to a part of the original body itself.
The powerful spell immunity makes them no longer the same as before, and they need to be carefully screened to decipher the spells of these wizards. The Fury Halberd with the power of order makes armors forged by the evil energy of Chaos unable to resist.
force……
Several of the closest dark apostles had no time to react and were killed by these gray knights with their halberds. The apostles further back had no choice but to draw their weapons and fight head-on after casting spells to no avail.
But it was not easy, because it was not until they had close combat with these Gray Knights that they discovered that these guys with abnormally average heights concealed special martial arts specifically for the Astartes under their seemingly bulky bodies...
The Dark Apostles struggled to resist the onslaught of the Gray Knights, and as the battle continued, they became increasingly shocked by the details they displayed.
These special Astartes warriors have obviously undergone special training, and are as equipped as psykers per capita!
Their understanding of the fighting methods of Chaos Sorcerers is as good as that of the Dark Apostles. And it is the tacit understanding, all-round, and blind-angle combat vision they display during combat that makes these people who work all day long.
The Dark Apostle, immersed in intrigues, felt afraid.
That is a tacit understanding that they are destined to be impossible to obtain, and that is also a kind of trust that they, who are driven by interests, will never be able to put in their colleagues.
This kind of tacit understanding requires a long period of joint fighting, and it also requires a deep connection between each other's souls. For the Dark Apostles Council, which has a cruel internal struggle, this is tantamount to placing one's head in the hands of someone destined to betray...
Peripheral support continues to arrive, and the number of Word Bearers on the battlefield continues to fall, but the number continues to increase.
Although they clearly had an absolute numerical advantage, the Dark Apostles, who were regarded as legion commanders, quietly withdrew after the Word Bearers' guards appeared.
They looked at the Gray Knights, who were few in number but working in tacit cooperation, swarming among the Word Bearers like chariots. They were angry and began to faintly retreat in their hearts.
The witchcraft they are most proud of has no effect in front of these gray knights. And it is the emergence of this kind of knowledge that makes these slaves of Chaos who bend due to power even more panic and fear.
The surviving Dark Apostles distanced themselves one after another, and then quietly disappeared on the battlefield. This was a war destined to fail, and they had to start thinking about themselves first...
"Walk!"
The knight carried the general's head and evacuated from the edge of the battlefield in embarrassment. However, none of the few guards who had been with him in the past survived.
With the help of a group of guards, he had just met a group of gray knights head-on. The close combat lasted only a few seconds, and he was the only one left standing next to him.
Fortunately, another team of Word Bearers stood in front of him, and he successfully escaped from the center of the battlefield after injuring a Gray Knight with his famous rapier.
It was at that time that he discovered the general's head from a corner of the battlefield. This rare general among the Word Bearers Legion had only one head left on the battlefield.
"Who did it?" Sir's tone was still steady, but anyone who knew him well could understand the anger and panic in it.
"Primarch! That's a primarch!" The general's head no longer has the function of vocal cords, but fortunately his psychic energy still maintains the function of communication.
"We...were all deceived!" Knowing the true face of the target he had been hunting, Jazz instantly understood all the strange things about Erebus.
"I'll take you away." He said to the general, but the general was in extremely bad condition at this time and could no longer maintain his soul's activity.
"I owe you one."
The general who uttered the last word closed his eyes tightly. It was obvious that he no longer had any extra strength to communicate with him. And he did not add insult to injury to this old rival. Instead, he held him in his hand and prepared to escape together.