On the battlefield, anything can happen. Less than a minute ago, I was slaying down the infidel soldiers like bugs, and right now, I had just been defeated by a Thousand Warlocks in a hard-fought psionic confrontation when another arsenal-sized explosion erupted less than a hundred meters in front of me. If it weren't for the containers and walls, the explosion would have killed everyone present.

When the aftermath of the explosion subsided, and I struggled to move out to inspect the battlefield, with my ears ringing and dizzy. Luckily, Sylvia and her soldiers looked badly wounded, but no one actually died, as the container was held securely and the explosion in the vacuum did not produce a strong shock wave, and the gas and fragments alone were not enough to kill the people behind the container. As for those who were directly exposed to the explosion......

The Thousand Sons Warlock was blown up and crashed into the outer wall of the container. His armor was tattered, shrapnel-smeared, almost deflated, and his weapon was long gone, but he was still alive and able to struggle to pull himself out of the iron sheet and flee into the distance in a very strange position. After the warlock left, the container revealed the figure of Ah Da, his red robe was in tatters, he had lost all his weapons and equipment, and there were few mechanical arms and appendages left, but his body was basically intact, and he didn't seem to have too many fragments - all blocked by the warlock.

Seeing that the warlock was about to flee, everyone wanted to catch up, but they were powerless. The concussion of the explosion made us completely lose our sense of balance, and we couldn't move at will, and it was extremely difficult to even raise our guns to aim in a dizzy state. However, just before the warlock was about to escape into darkness, a thick laser pierced his body from behind, knocking him to the ground.

It was a single gun-sized laser, enough to pierce any light vehicle. Looking in the direction from which it came, Ah Da was lying on his back in the corner of the wall under the sunken container, his legs spread apart, and a stubby barrel in the middle was raised high. It was obvious that the blow had overheated the laser cannon a bit, the white mist from the coolant volatilization was rising violently, and the high-power fire output had also exhausted the powerful combat mechanical servant a little, and his red eyes were slowly dimming.

This isn't the first time I've seen him use this built-in laser cannon, and while I can't hear any sound, I can still feel that he's routinely shouting out his utter battle cry that doesn't conform to the rules of the Cult of the Mechanica, "Eat me!" ”

Although there was an accident, anyway, Ah Da used his heavy firepower to hit a strong enemy again this time.

My hands and feet are still a little skilled, but as my mind clears up, I can try to use psionic energy again. So I floated and slowly approached the warlock.

The Chaos Warlock slumped face down on the deck, seemingly completely incapacitated. I could feel his soul still not dissipating, like the last spark in a pile of ashes. But I know that psionic beings are terrible, and even a little spark is in danger of rekindling, and I won't give him any chance. However, Sylvia was in front of me again, and she turned on her jet and lunged at the Warlock, swinging her sword at him, but as she got close to his body, she came to a sudden halt as if crashing into an invisible wall.

It's useless, let me do it professional-I sent her a message, but she didn't hear it, and a dizzying momentum suddenly erupted from her body, and at this moment, her projection in subspace became like the scorching sun at noon!

She shouted a battle cry that I didn't understand, and her body moved forward slowly but surely as if she were swimming in solidified mud, and the sword in her hand stabbed forward in part, piercing under the helmet in an unstoppable motion, and then slicing the entire helmet from the breastplate. …,

I saw that the soul fire that belonged to the Chaos Warlock was rapidly dissipating, and finally it was completely invisible.

In the last moments of consciousness, he did not make any struggle, but only sent me a psionic message, his voice calm as if a friend was chatting between friends, neither the madness of chaos nor the hysterical unwillingness of the dying, "Mortal, please accept my holy text, and do not let it be destroyed at the hands of the Fenris barbarians." It was the handwriting left by the supreme teacher Magnus, the knowledge that all psionics dream of, the ultimate ......"

He didn't have enough time to finish his last words, but I already knew what he meant.

I flipped his corpse, unexpectedly lightly. When the warlock of the Thousand Sons rebelled, his flesh had turned to ashes, and only the fallen soul clinged to the ancient armor, and when the armor suffered irreparable damage, the soul inside would also dissipate. The hollow armor had long since lost its weight and strength when it was first cast, as light and thin as a layer of iron that could be pierced with a finger. It seems that the Thousand Sons have somewhat over-trusted their spiritual powers.

He carried a large book in chains around his waist, and in the last moments of his life, he put both hands on the book and made a gesture to protect it.

The momentum and light on Sylvia's body slowly extinguished, and her body showed extreme fatigue. She turned on her tactical flashlight to examine the armor, then exclaimed, "Emperor Blessing, we just defeated a thousand sons!" ”

It's just a knife, and you still have the face to say "we". In fact, neither I, who was fighting head-on to attract firepower, nor Ah Da, who made the winning blow, could not be regarded as a real winner.

Glory to the Emperor, who powerfully detonated the ammunition depot around us, and wreaked havoc on a Chaos Warlock who was nearly indestructible in the face of conventional fire.

With excitement that could not be concealed with fatigue, Sylvia picked up the empty helmet with her sword, "What a meaningful trophy, this thing will make me glorious for the rest of my life, and even the warriors of the space wolf will envy me." ”

I reached out and pressed her arm to stop her from touching the helmet, "Be careful, girl. There may be a lot of people who are qualified to keep this kind of thing, but that's not us. For us, destroying them is our only option. ”

"A living warlock can't help us, how much of a threat does a dead thing have? If you want to keep a souvenir, there is still a complete piece of armor on the ground, so why should you care about me? Sylvia was forceful.

I've seen many brave and stupid young warriors like you, many of whom have been bestowed the Emperor's mercy on the slightest mishap, such as an inadvertent encounter with Chaos, but I don't bother to explain that much, I just speak like a normal officer: "By virtue of the fact that I am a lieutenant colonel and you are only a major!" ”

Oh no, I shouldn't have even given her an explanation. Imperial servicemen only need to act, not to explain. So I grabbed the helmet from her sword and threw it on the ground, took out a can of promethium fuel and threw it on it, along with the armor and the large book hanging on it.

Yes, that book. The last words of the Chaos Warlock, whether they were intended to tempt me to fall, or to abide by the tradition of cherishing knowledge of the Thousand Sons, do not mean anything to me. I'm sure that book does contain valuable knowledge that will multiply my strength, but so what? In front of the strength of the empire and the power of the emperor, everything is dust! It's like this armor on the ground.

Hey, it seems that after the rebellion, the battle cry of the Thousand Sons is "all dust"? It's really in line with their fate.

As we argued around the warlock's wreckage, the crew, awakened from the concussion of the explosion, began to wobble and float forward. When the warlock was still there, it was dark in front of me, and not only could I not touch it, but I couldn't even shine the light into it.

And now, the soldier who was exploring the way in front exclaimed over the communicator: "Oh my God, captain, come and see!" ”