In the vast passage of the Black Stone Fortress, some figures moved in complete silence at incredible speed, like conceived illusions, hovering at the edge of sight, like the lurking shadow of death, flashing like darkness in the shadows of the dim corridors.
Silent elegance bursts out from their movements, and figures in the darkness bathe in this silence as if the composer was immersed in his own symphony.
There are not many creatures in the Galaxy that can be so fast, silent and elegant, they often have a unified name.
Ada.
They gather together to respond to silent summons, and they slid through the entanglement of reality and into the land of darkness, just like spiders running.
Their target was the echo of the ancient empire in the past, and now it stagnates in the void, like a dying beast body.
Outside, Ada's fleet had surrounded Val's blessed group, and all they had to do was to clean up the filth inside.
The Ivakan War Group was one of the earliest war groups to enter the Blackstone Fortress. The war group is a relatively common combat unit of the Ark Spirit clan. It is usually composed of 12-24 warriors. Its characteristic is that it is its flexible organization. The team can contain warriors from different paths, or it can be composed of a single path. The leader is generally a warrior.
Ivakan is the Si Zhan who leads the war group, but he is different from the common Si strategy. He was previously a Dracula from the Blood Forest Conspiracy Group. After joining the royal court, he studied under the shrine of the Dark Death God. Therefore, his armor maintained most of the style of the Dark Spirit clan, except that the helmet was replaced with the pale skull helmet of the Dark Death God, and his weapon was a Death Reaper who combined the Comoros saw blade.
Their mission is to clear the road from the net gate to the real core area of ​​Val's Yu.
"The enemy was found ahead."
An ethereal voice sounded in Ivakan's ears. It was Baina from the war group. She was originally a witch spirit, but now she also works as a part-time banshee.
"receive."
A concise answer was quickly passed back, and the battle group began to spread out quickly, and some even ran on the walls, rushing through the passage like invisible shadows.
In the hall at the end of the passage are thousands of barbaric apes that defiled the sacred land and were polluted by the great enemy of the heavens—
Well, these words can only be thought about in my heart. At least in the royal court, it is a taboo to say this word. Ivakan is absolutely loyal to the queen because she gave him a new life, so that he no longer was threatened by the great enemy for eternal threats, and she also represents the new hope of this ancient race, but the Phoenix King...
In principle, that person is also the object of loyalty he must be, but if you think about it carefully, it will be strange.
However, their true immediate superior, Minister Doral, currently one of the most powerful figures in the royal court, has his own statement. He claims that the Phoenix King has become a race, and it is neither a human nor a spiritual race, just like Asuyan appears in the form of a phoenix rather than a spiritual race.
Of course, there are also arguments, and they are very easy to understand, that is, even the most powerful humans now, those called Astart strengthened people, are not enough to be one percent of their power. This is like claiming that elephants and ants are the same race. Such a huge difference in power can no longer be summarized by one race. In fact, this is a bit unreasonable, but the truth is not completely gone.
At least Ivakan had witnessed the scene when the Phoenix King made a big fuss in Comoros with his own eyes, and he didn't think that it was the power that the ape should have.
Strength is something more convincing than any bloodline and gene.
The moment the war group appeared above the heads of the Chaos believers, dozens of people fell down, and the others didn't even know how they died.
In the chaos, many people shot blindly and howled wildly.
A beam of laser slashed through the air, and Ivakan slipped sideways. Without a moment of hesitation, he pulled the trigger of the harvester and shot a rain of bullets at a group of Chaos believers who gathered together like frightened animals, instantly knocking them into minced meat less than the size of a little finger.
When he stood up again, two conspiracy groups, warriors who had turned to the violent Avengers, had moved closer to him and entered a combat position to protect their commander.
Even though hundreds of people were knocked down in a few breaths, the Chaos believers still stepped on the bodies of the fallen people with their absolute numerical advantage and crazy morale to fight back.
Although they lack equipment and their weapons are crude, their brains polluted by chaos ignore fear.
But madness is not enough to reverse the gap in strength. Star darts accurately cross the air, and each shot shot deep into the mutated flesh and blood of the cultists.
Rows of people fell down, as if they were blown down by wheat.
Baina, wearing a thin armor and a banshee mask, jumped high over the head of a cult leader holding a machine gun, and the short blade of his left hand slashed through the other party's neck, separating his head from his body.
The moment she landed gently, she slashed the long blade of her right hand towards the waist of another enemy, instantly splitting it into two.
When two machete-wielding cultists rushed from the front, she let out a scream enough to freeze the soul, knocking down the two directly and causing their brains to explode directly inside the skull.
Another warrior danced the primate sword gracefully and accurately, forming a spiral of death around his body.
She was originally a witch spirit, but now she has become an assault scorpion. Her green armor closely adheres to her elegant body curves. But even after leaving Comoros, she still uses her best long-handled weapon to slash and kill in the cult team, slashing the limbs of the enemy from her body like a work of art. At the same time, her slender helmet sprays tiny pieces with poison around, burning the faces of the cultists who dare to approach, causing them to melt from the inside.
Just as the cultists were almost killed, the keen senses Ivakan heard the heavy and messy footsteps coming from a distance, and gasping for breath—
The other party is not a monkey, or it is not a monkey.
Listening to footsteps, heavy weight, wearing armor—
As expected, he is the true slave of the Supreme God of Heaven, the fallen Astartes
So he immediately issued instructions to the warriors in the surrounding war groups with spiritual communication. Then they immediately dealt with the remaining mortal cultists and moved towards the passage. At this time, the other party's rough conversation could be captured by the keen ears of the elves.
“It seems like there is a bloody smell…”
“I can’t care so much…”
"I really didn't expect that the bastards of Viengarh would rebel..."
"I feel like this Red Pirate is going to finish..."
"Look a way out quickly and leave here. At worst, we can go to Abaddon..."
Soon, 11 great enemy slaves in red armor broke into Ivakan's sight. They were obviously startled by the massacre in the hall and picked up their weapons.
Chapter completed!