There was a crisp sound of "ding", and the sound of sword blades clashing sounded above my head, and then I noticed that there was already a person standing next to me, wrapped in a black monk's robe, and the long sword in his hand was also full of lightning, and it was also a master-level weapon. After the war, my spirit was already so weak, and I didn't even feel it at the first time when someone teleported to such a close distance!

Sylvia's strength was clearly above the opponent's, even when she was sitting, she had the advantage in the first encounter, the black-robed man was staggered back by her sword, and before he could gain a foothold, I had rounded the scabbard and slammed it on his knee, and he suddenly fell to his knees with a limp.

With such a powerful weapon, and being able to quietly teleport, this is another terrifying rival! Luckily, he didn't have any armor on him, and I already had enough strength to open the armor arsenal, so he wasn't much of a threat. I discarded my scabbards and pulled out two slightly curved, single-edged swords—mirrored swords used by a pair of Eldarin's screaming banshee warriors, from a banshee's master of martial arts—and was about to embark on a stormy swordfight.

"Stop!" He shouted as he stepped back.

Sylvia and I didn't pursue it further, not only because of the disorienting power of the shout, but also because it was a sound we knew all too well. The man lowered his sword to extinguish the force field, and reached out to lift the hood to reveal Eddie's wry face, which seemed to be due to the pain in his legs, and the mustache under his nose was still shaking.

"Even if I didn't bother you, I wouldn't need to hurt the killer so much, would I?" Eddie said aggrieved.

Sylvia bowed slightly in apology, still sitting still, "I'm sorry, we just went through a long battle, and we haven't been able to calm down from the tension. ”

"And, where's your power armor?" I asked rhetorically. If I hadn't disguised myself, I wouldn't have been unrecognizable.

"Broken, struck by lightning from a Chaos wizard. I don't know when it will be fixed. Add said dejectedly, "I remember you went after the wizard, Major Greymane, and you weren't hurt, were you?" The wizard ...... Well......? "Warhammer: Dark Millennium, 170

He felt slimy beneath him, and when he looked down, he found himself on his knees in a pool of blood, next to the headless body of Vash Tode, blood still slowly pouring from his neck and chest, and his head had been kicked far away by Sylvia to a corner of the cabin.

"You're killing it! That's really ...... Belch...... Actually, I still want to capture him alive, he should know a lot of things that will be useful to us...... But...... Forget it, that's fine. This guy is too dangerous. Eddie muttered to himself, walked over and picked up Wash Tode's head, took off his robes and wrapped it, thought about it, and picked up his revolver.

"And his hand," I gestured at my elbow with the sword in my hand, "right hand, I think the Demon Inquisition would be interested in it." ”

Eddie swung his sword to cut off the Yan zhòng mutated claw, then carefully looked through it with the sword, and then wrapped it into the monk's robe, "It's really worth studying, this time it will make the Demon Court owe us a lot of favors." Of course, we owe you a great deal of ......."

"She killed it, and my battle recorder recorded it. I can show you later. I said.

"Later, yes, of course. Whenever you see fit, but as much as you like, I have a hunch that the present victory is only the prelude to a greater battle, and that the war is so urgent that we have no time to rest. Add gave me a knowing smile and then stared at me and Sylvia and asked, "Well, what you were doing before I came, you can go on now." Please ignore my deposit. ”

We didn't have time to move our positions in that momentary exchange, and Sylvia was still sitting on the half of the machine gun turret, and I was crouching in front of her—it would be right to be on one knee......

"Hmm...... I'm picking up something......" I blurted out subconsciously, casually hiding the two mirror swords.

"Nothing, Inquisitor Adrius. If you still have the ability to teleport, please take us out. ”

Sylvia stood up and held out her hand to me, and as I grabbed her hand and stood up, the force of the pull caused her to stagger and almost lean against me. It was so close that I could clearly see the tiredness on her face. Her face was so pale that it was bloodless, but blood oozed from the corners of her eyes and ears.

Add walked quickly to us, reached out and stroked Sylvia's head, and said in a deep voice, "Intracranial hemorrhage, injuries from psychic shocks." The situation still needs to be confirmed by a specialist, but you won't be able to control the ship for a long time, and you'll need to recuperate. ”

"How long?" She asked succinctly.

"Two or three months." I replied. I've been in a much worse situation than this, when my own power was out of control, and my brain was boiling, and my entire skull was torn apart like fragments of a grenade, injuring several mechanical servants, compared to which the intracranial hemorrhage was nothing more than a scratch of skin. At that time, I had my skull replaced, and I was in bed for three months.

The whole answer seemed to be within her reach, and she nodded, "Anyway, this mission will be arranged for a long time off." ”

"What are your plans for vacation?" It's a private topic, and it's a very transgressive thing to ask such a question in the Empire's habits, but I don't ask it without thinking. Warhammer: Dark Millennium, 170

She also replied, I don't know if she has gone through her mind, "I will probably be arranged by my family to go on a blind date." It's not too late for a man to be thirty or forty years old, but a woman is already an old girl at twenty-five years old. ”

Twenty-five years old was only the habit of mainstream society in the empire, and in the barbarian tribes, a ten-year-old woman could usually lead her child around.

It's an awkward topic. Sylvia picked up her scabbard and said, "Let's go." ”

Eddie grabbed the two of us and activated the teleportation. After darkness, we were at the end of a hallway. In the dim light, there were several figures beside them.

"I don't have much strength left, I can only move so close. But it's finally out, isn't it? Eddie said.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I could see that the men next to me were Fenris's mortal soldiers, and Lieutenant Colonel Harvey, busy around the gate at the end of the hallway. Looking at the pitted appearance of the gate, it is clear that it is the result of being tossed for a long time by power weapons and hot melt weapons, but the wolf and the nuns are probably tired of this boring work and have left.

"Now that you're out, can the rest of the blasting work be canceled?" Lieutenant Colonel Harvey's right-handed mechanical arm with a section **, and the entire fist is wrapped in electric light, which has actually been transformed into a power weapon. He was just smashing his fist into the pits in the gates, and the Fenris set up hot melt bombs in those pits.

Molten bombs are also valuable weapons, and any qualified officer knows how to use them where they are most suitable.

"No," Sylvia objected, "there are a few of my crew inside, and I promised to give them a funeral before the war. ”

With that, she shoved the sword into my arms, then nudged me and Add, "I'm going to stay and see them off on their final journey, so you go first." ”

With the strength of the two big men, she was easily pushed away.

Harvey, an officer in the Imperial Guard, was clearly not going to agree to trade a few corpses for a precious molten bomb. But Sylvia spoke to the soldiers in the Fenris dialect, and soon the fur-clad bearded barbarians agreed with their sister and left Harvey aside. Moreover, those bombs also looked like Fenris, and Harvey came alone after all, and he couldn't bring so many big guys with him.

So before we could get far, there was a muffled sound of an explosion behind us.

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Two more, even also

In the days when the network was cut off yesterday, there were three chapters in a row close to tens of thousands of words, and there was a big chapter of 5,000 words without an end, so we'll see if I can pass it later.

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