Chapter 465 Black and Red, the Plot in the Shadows (Fifty) The Final Battle, Part Two: Escape
Chapter 465 Black and Red, Scheming in the Shadows (Fifty) Decisive Battle, Part Two - Escape
"Is that... the Eye of the Empire?" The elder of the two brothers saw the giant figure in the crowd of Grey Knights at the moment when the halo of thunder faded.
The brilliance of "Hyperion's Blessing" was so dazzling, and the crystal balls that looked like eyes on the armor made this survivor of the Great Crusade feel shocked and familiar.
The perception array of the Bell of Erebus was mistaken by the wizard of the Word Bearers because it was similar to the concept of armor decoration, and this extremely glorious and luxurious decoration reminded him of a pair of close friends who once shone in the center of the imperial stage...
But he regretted his sigh very much, because it was his voice that made his brother subconsciously look up and look at the center of the crowd while covering him.
What kind of eyes were those! The moment the dark wizard's eyes collided with the Primarch, his will was firmly fixed there.
He no longer had the energy to pay attention to the original body's true appearance, let alone the gorgeous armor. His whole will at this moment was to resist the clear and cold mental attack that began when their eyes met.
+You are a heretic! +The first rebuke sounded in the wizard's heart.
Eyes are the windows of the soul, and wizards know that they are also the embodiment of will. Few wizards would rashly meet someone's eyes when they first meet, because that means handing over all their cards without knowing the enemy at all.
++You are a heretic! ++The second echo shattered the wizard's struggle again.
The cold voice echoed in the wizard's heart, as if it came down from the end of the sky. The overlapping echoes contained countless rebukes and denials of will, and the voice in the center was like a god making a judgment.
His will was like melting ice and snow in front of this voice. His pride, fighting, and even the meaning of his life for thousands of years were all denied in the endless rebuke!
++You are a heretic! ++The declaration of the end denied all his life.
The defenses in his mind collapsed layer by layer, and the amulets and engravings on his body were disintegrating inch by inch. There was a blazing fire in the wizard's eyes and ears, and his soul had been annihilated by this attack.
His brother finally noticed the abnormality behind him, but when he turned around to look at his brother, he could only see a flaming body that was burning from the inside out without wind in the crackling tarsal flames...
Buzz!
The Primarch's eyes passed through the chaotic crowd and locked directly on the retreating chief priest. After a dazzling flash, his figure disappeared on the battlefield.
+Will barrier! + Another wizard at the edge of the battlefield opened the fingers of his left hand and silently made a spell mark.
The flames in front of them were familiar to them. They were the characteristics of the spells going out of control after the will was instantly defeated.
Although he didn't know how the Primarch did it, his instinct made him protect his soul as much as possible in the last second of the battle.
But that was it.
Because in the next heartbeat, those silver-gray armored brothers had already rushed in front of him with halberds in hand. And the spell configurations he extracted and released from his consciousness could not even stop the opponent's figure.
Mental energy, spells, destruction, precognition...
The light of various spells collided with those silver terminators, and then was annihilated by the silver light flowing on them.
The legion will of these gray knights, which was readjusted by Calvin during the battle prayer, made them equivalent to a part of the Primarch himself at this time.
The powerful spell immunity made them no longer need to carefully identify and crack the spells of these wizards as before, and the Nemesis Halberd with the power of order made the armor forged by the Chaos evil energy have no resistance...
Several dark apostles who were closest to them had no time to react and were killed by the Grey Knights with their halberds, and the apostles further behind them had to draw their weapons and fight head-on after their spells failed.
But this was easier said than done, because until they fought these Grey Knights at close range, they found that these guys with abnormal average heights were hiding special martial arts specifically targeting Astartes under their seemingly bulky bodies...
The dark apostles struggled to resist the impact of the Grey Knights, and as the battle continued, they were more and more shocked by the details they showed.
These special Astartes warriors had obviously undergone special training, and like them, they were all configured as psychics per capita!
They even had an understanding of the Chaos Wizards' fighting style that was no less than that of the dark apostles. As psychics, they showed tacit understanding and all-round, all-around combat vision during combat, which made the dark apostles who were immersed in intrigues all day feel afraid.
That was a tacit understanding that they were destined to never get, and that was also the trust that they, who were driven by interests, would never give to their colleagues.
This kind of tacit understanding requires long-term joint combat and deep connection between each other's souls. For the Dark Apostle Council, which is cruel in internal struggle, this is tantamount to putting their heads in the hands of those who are destined to betray...
The support from the outside is constantly coming, and the Word Bearers on the battlefield are constantly falling, but they are constantly increasing.
Although they have an absolute advantage in numbers, the Dark Apostles, who are the commanders of the legions, quietly withdraw after the Word Bearers' guards appear.
They look at the Grey Knights, who are few in number but cooperate tacitly and move among the Word Bearers like chariots. While they are angry, they have already begun to retreat in their hearts.
The witchcraft they are most proud of is useless in front of these grey knights. And it is precisely this cognition that makes these Chaos servants who are bent by power more panicked and fearful.
The surviving Dark Apostles pull away and then quietly disappear on the battlefield. This is a war that is doomed to fail, and they have to start thinking about themselves first...
"Go!"
The knight carried the general's head and evacuated from the edge of the battlefield in a panic, but none of the guards who had been inseparable from him in the past survived.
Just now, with the help of a group of guards, he met a team of Grey Knights head-on. The close combat lasted only a few seconds, and he was the only one who could still stand beside him.
Fortunately, another team of Word Bearers blocked him, and he successfully left the center of the battlefield after injuring a Grey Knight with his famous rapier.
It was at that time that he found the general's head from a corner of the battlefield. This rare warrior in the Word Bearers Legion had only a head left on the battlefield.
"Who did it?" The knight's tone was still stable, but those who knew him could know the anger and fear in it.
"Primarch! That's a Primarch!" The general's head no longer had the function of vocal cords, but fortunately his psychic energy still maintained the function of communication.
"We...were all deceived!" Knowing the true appearance of the target he had been hunting, the knight instantly understood all the strangeness of Erebus.
"I'll take you away." He said to the general, and the general's condition was extremely bad at this time, and he could no longer maintain the activity of his soul.
"I owe you one."
The general closed his eyes after uttering the last word, and it was obvious that he had no extra strength to communicate with him. He did not add insult to injury to this old opponent, but instead picked him up and prepared to escape together.
Update. I may be late for another chapter depending on the situation. Forgive me.