Fighting first breaks out between the Storm Guardian soldiers and the Chaos Wizards. The blue-armored giant was the first to pull out his plasma pistol and fire a series of scorching ball lightning bolts at the fallen suspended in mid-air, but these dazzling fireballs that could easily wipe out mortal flesh could not form even a slight ripple on the scarlet psionic shield of their opponent. Immediately after, the furious energy gathered in the hands of the Fallen, turning into a bolt of lightning and shooting towards the iron giant below, the lightning itself is something that cannot be dodged, but the speed at which the wizard waved his arm was not fast, even I could prejudge the landing point of the lightning and dodge it in advance, but the Storm Guardian did not make any dodge movements at all, and used his strong body to bear the devastating blow, just stumbling.

"We were born of Storm and Thunder! Your sorcery can't hurt me! The azure Space Marines roared, drew their shiny power greatsword, and bent their knees in a jumping stance, ready to jump to the enemy's side for hand-to-hand combat. It wasn't hard to jump that high in a gravity-free environment, but he didn't have a rocket backpack, he lacked the ability to move freely in the air, and he didn't have an advantage in the air against a psyker who could fly at will, so I stopped him from doing the next thing.

"This is a duel belonging to the warlocks, the emperor blesses it, please don't interfere." I screamed as I condensed my force field into a huge fist and slammed it towards the wizard, not trying to hurt him much, but at least diverting his attention to me.

The force field fist I unleashed with all my might was powerful enough to smash an armored vehicle or turn a main battle tank over, but at this time, the invisible fist had just approached the enemy's shield before it melted like a ball of snow thrown into flames, and was completely out of my grasp.

However, I finally caught his eye.

"Duel? Tiny worm, how can you be qualified to ask me for a duel that has been blessed by the true God? His mind was like a huge hammer hitting my head again and again, making me dizzy and almost about to fall, "But obviously, you also have some talent, but it's a pity that the dogma in the Imperial Academy has restrained and annihilated your talent. Come, kneel before me and serve me as Lord, and I will show you the true source of strength. ”

"You are not the first degenerate to tempt me, and you will never be the last. Your words are useless, and your head is a sacrifice to my glorious emperor! I let out a roar against his psychic onslaught, and drew my twin swords and hurled them at him, the power swords flying straight to his throat, while the chainsaw arced at the back of his neck under the pull of the force field.

"Hmph, did that ignorant academy only teach you these clumsy tricks? These poor means are not worth mentioning in the face of real power! He didn't look at the twin swords of the two breads, and directly raised his hand to send a beam of lightning at me.

I had been keeping an eye on his every move, and the moment his shoulders were slightly raised, I had rolled on the ground and flown out, cowering under a Thunderhawk. Even though the Fallen had been following me, the lightning could not penetrate the massive steel body of the Thunderhawk, only breaking one wing of the plane—and since there was no gravity, the tonnage of iron just floated above my head and did not fall.

And by the Fallen's side, the chainsaw that has been with me for more than a decade has been twisted into a shapeless mass of scrap metal by the chaotic energy, and there is no possibility of repairing it. The Power Sword was protected from death by an energy force field, but it was also thrown far away in a corner of the hangar.

I didn't have time to mourn for my old comrades, so I concentrated my strength on the wings of the thunder eagle above my head and smashed it towards the enemy. In the face of this flying whirlpool of flat iron, the Fallen finally did not rely on brute force to resist, and slightly avoided it to one side, and at this time I had no ability to change its direction, I could only watch it pass by the enemy, and sinked into the top wall of the hangar.

To no avail, at least I was certain that the enemy's strength was not as overwhelming as he claimed, and that he was not sure he would be able to stop the onslaught of massive objects, at least in the face of a massive object. And isn't it my forte to manipulate massive objects? If I didn't take into account the accidental wounding of friendly troops, I could even move the entire Thunderhawk gunboat up and smash people.

"You're just going to do these tricks like a rat in hiding and hiding? I've seen many academic warlocks, and you're the worst of them all. You're not worth my time at all. With that, the Fallen waved open a small spatial door, and several pagans in spacesuits stepped out of it. The men had no weapons in their hands, but they had bulging packages on them, which I instinctively guessed were explosives.

He doesn't think these self-destructing heretics can solve me, does he? Again, these cannon fodder aren't worth my time. Although the explosives on their bodies are very powerful, what can they do if they can't get close?

To my surprise, the heretics didn't come to me, but rushed toward the Storm Guard.

Two shots from the plasma pistol killed the two infidels, and by the way, the explosives on their bodies also volatilized without causing an explosion, and the third heretic was decapitated by the blue giant's power sword, but the power sword did not destroy the explosives like the plasma fireball, so in a puff of smoke, the storm guardian was blown away from a distance, although it didn't seem to be missing anything, but it couldn't move for a while.

The fourth heretic pounced on the thing that the Storm Guardians had been guarding and detonated the explosives. It wasn't until the smoke of the explosion cleared in the vacuum that I noticed what had been destroyed - it was the electric motor, and it was the thing that opened and closed the door to the hangar. Looking at its destruction, I think that even if the Storm Guardian could act intact, it would not be able to repair it at all.

Look on the other side, the door of the hangar has stopped closing, and there is a huge crack in it. In this case, the follow-up troops inside Thunderhawk will not be able to complete the landing.

Is that what he's here for? By the way, the purpose of my coming here is to assist the Wild Wolf's mortal forces to land, so there is no doubt that he came to stop the landing.

Damn it! I'm still thinking about a duel!

The humiliation of defeat and setbacks made me completely angry. The mistake seems irreparable, but I can at least spare the lives of my enemies.

The enemy got at least two things wrong, first, I am not an academic, most of my experience and skills come from the battlefield, and second, I am not just a warlock, I am also a soldier, and I trust and rely not only on spells, but also on my comrades and our god of war.

The enemy has achieved his goal and is preparing to leave, but I am faster. Driven by all my might, the noses of both Thunderhawks were raised high, and the main guns on their backs rotated slightly, aiming at the fallen in mid-air.

"Gun locked!" The voice of a wolf pilot came from the headphones.

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