Chapter 595: Mantis Stalks the Cicada
Each nightmare is a leader in martial arts among the Dark Eldar. Even if their bodies have turned into shadows, their actions are still deadly and swift. Such a close combat distance left Amaraga no time to create an all-round firepower attack. He watched the nightmare break through the firepower network of the flesh wall and cut through the thick flesh wall with the wide and deadly Clive half blade.
With pale flesh on the armor, the nightmare attacked Amaraga fiercely.
Amaraga also raised his left hand and unlocked the binding bone ring on his arm with some heartache. His arm suddenly swelled up and pushed the attacking nightmare away.
The nightmares at a farther distance had more reaction speed. They were prepared before the flesh and blood attacked, breaking a space in the almost endless waves of flesh.
Who knows how much flesh and blood Amaraga has integrated? The expansion of his arm has not ended yet. The muddy flesh under the feet of the nightmare is rapidly piling up and has submerged their waists.
Amaraga shuttled through the flesh and blood so quickly and swiftly. The flesh mud that was an obstacle to others was like his own body to him. He manipulated the flesh and blood to push him forward, and pointed his unsealed right hand at the nightmare that blocked the flesh wave.
A compressed finger shot out, and the unimaginable mass gave him powerful kinetic energy, easily breaking through the nightmare's armor, and exploded and expanded inside his hollow body with only a shadow.
The entire armor was squeezed open by the flesh and blood, and was taken over by Amaraga in a distorted posture, and he waved the sharp blade in his hand to attack other nightmares.
"You are really good." Victor sighed a few times, and then his warship trembled. He stared with resentment, and from the warship's psychic network, he saw huge pyramids appearing in front of him in the void.
"Dynasty Fleet." Victor said with difficulty. He found a lot of ancient books in this ancient war ark. Most of those books were about the combat items of the Necrontyr. From the size and appearance of these pyramids, Victor knew that he had encountered the main fleet of the Necrontyr.
This must be his problem! Looking back at Amalaga fiercely, Victor told him that the Necrontyr had brought people. Are you ready to die with him, or do you want to cooperate temporarily and fight for a way out?
Without much thinking, Amalaga stood beside Victor, and the next second the communication network of the entire Dark Eldar fleet echoed with the voice of Emperor Inamas.
"Surrender, I will only show mercy once, otherwise you will all die."
"Oh? Surrender? Well. I don't like surrender, so forget it." Victor replied to Emperor Inamas, showing his attitude, and then he used the power of Black Muse to control all the Dark Eldar to attack the Executioner Fleet, and he was ready to drive the War Ark away quietly.
"I have given them a chance." The Fahuang looked back at the tangled Eldar, his tone was cold and ruthless, "Since they are determined to die, I will not show mercy."
"Can you give us a chance?" Iverne looked at the Fahuang, with a pleading tone, "Can we solve the racial problem ourselves? I believe that you, the Fahuang, must not accept people of other races interfering with your family affairs, right?"
The Fahuang was silent for a while, he looked at Iverne, then at Lin Fan, his eyes flashing, and he sighed for a long time, "I will give you a chance, I hope you don't let me down."
The Death Army and the Eldar of other Arks sent a communication to their fellow tribes, hoping that they would not resist in vain.
But they did not get a friendly response. The Dark Eldar attacked in the name of Black Muse. They were fanatical and cruel, and the dark light spears pierced the ships of the Ark Eldar.
The Ark Eldar, who came with good intentions, were angry at the unreasonable attack of the Dark Eldar. They tried to avoid the exchange of fire and persuaded their compatriots to lay down their weapons, but the deadly volleys of light spears again and again also made the Ark Eldar lose patience, and they also fought back against the Dark Eldar ships.
The three Arks released various ships and used powerful weapons to influence the situation of the entire battlefield. Although the Dark Eldar had many powerful battleships, they could not gain the upper hand in front of the three Arks.
When the Ark Eldar began to fight back, the Dark Eldar lost all their advantages.
Because Emperor Amas ordered his fleet to separate, the pyramid surrounded the warring star zone and blocked the use of the jump device. If the Ark Eldar failed to fulfill their small request, then the Emperor would not mind them cleaning up the broken battlefield.
"So we're watching here? Not bad. Watching aliens killing each other is indeed a good pastime." Chagatai stood in front of the screen, praising the Necrontyr screen for its much better image clarity than most of the Empire's equipment. "I'm tired of those noisy and distorted sounds, and the green blurry shadows. Why don't our tech priests ever think about upgrading their equipment?"
"Maybe it's because they don't use their eyes to see things. You know, the existence of those holy codes allows them to experience the world in another form." Perturabo said.
"Yeah, just like you're on the Iron Blood, you're facing a bunch of electronic screens, and your mind is full of data. Just like a teenager with an Internet addiction." Lin Fan complained.
"Internet addiction? What's that?" Perturabo frowned, but he could feel from the structure of the word that it wasn't a good word, so he held a grenade launcher in his hand to save time.
"Uh." Lin Fan was silent for a while, "This is to praise you for your strong network knowledge."
Perturabo narrowed his eyes. He didn't know whether what Lin Fan said was true or false, but the bullets were already loaded, and it would be a waste not to shoot, so he shot Lin Fan's head twice.
"Then sir, what should we do?" The big demons waiting on the side were hungry and thirsty. They wandered in the seal for a long time. Each big demon longed for extreme happiness. They cast their eyes on the battlefield from time to time. Every drop of Eldar blood splashed there made their blood boil.
"You? We can play a simple game called wooden man, don't move. I count to three. As long as I don't count to the third number, you can't move or say anything, understand?"
The demons sat upright in front of Lin Fan. Lin Fan only counted two numbers and didn't continue to speak. For these demons, this was unimaginable torture.
Vulcan, a good man, but a firm alien cleansing faction, because his hometown was always looted by black bean sprouts, and the empire couldn't distinguish between black and white, so they killed them all.