"Soshyan, if this continues, we will have to answer here."
Talos punched the head of an Eldar with one punch, and then retreated to Soshyan, with their backs facing each other. At this time, one of the prophet's arms was dripping with blood, and there were multiple wounds on his neck and abdomen.
Soshyan could smell the blood on his friend's body, and he was also worried that Talos might not be able to hold on.
"Taros, how about you and Khayon first-"
Before he could finish his words, the situation inside the temple suddenly changed, and the flaming waterfall created by the lava instantly turned as dark and deep as an abyss, and the shadow instantly swallowed up the entire bloody battlefield.
Soshyan looked up and saw lightning crackling at the breach in the temple, and then lightning flashed across the dome.
The next second, black figures rushed into the battlefield. Their armors were like gorgeous obsidian statues. They all wore screaming masks and held sharp blades, spears and boomerangs. The light green ribbon symbolizing the Arkworld was on the battlefield.
They were dancing on their bodies.
As soon as they landed, these muscular figures rushed left and right in the Dark Eldar's military formation, waving huge weapons that did not fit their size - as if these weapons had no weight at all, and could be taken away with every swing.
Several lives of Cabal warriors.
"It's those... howling banshees."
Talos immediately recognized the identities of these female warriors, and a stern smile flashed at the corner of Soshyan's mouth under his helmet. It seemed that their luck was not so bad today.
Among all the female warriors, the most majestic and dazzling one is also the last one to appear——
An elegant and gorgeous figure slowly stepped over the scattered corpses and stumps, as if pacing on a luxurious dance floor.
She is tall, wearing elegantly designed spirit bone armor engraved with ancient charms. She holds a spear in her left hand, the tip of which is silently burning with sky-blue flames, and in her right hand is a huge boomerang that can be used as a melee weapon.
On the slender helmet is a frozen howling face.
Although through the helmet, Soshyan could feel her staring at him - this was his second meeting with the howling banshee Phoenix Lord.
The last time was more than thirty years ago.
When she approached, some Dark Eldar instinctively launched an attack. Jaen Zhar did not even take action. She just let out a scream - but her scream was not a sharp female scream filled with angry accents.
Instead, it was a low and sad elegy that sadly spread across the battlefield.
Then in an instant, all the lives within a hundred meters around her were shaken into balls of blood mist.
"Shadow Army, attack..."
But the howling banshee was not the only outsider to appear. Also at the gap, amidst the low sound of the horn, light gray mist rolled down and scattered on the stone wall.
Distorted faces were mixed in, with runes squirming like worms and white hair flying like waterfalls swelling and cracking in the shadows, and more of the same kind emerged, like a wave of surging shadows.
Soon, an army of Mandela, a terrifying spirit body with no flesh and blood, appeared, causing all the creatures present to shudder subconsciously.
A moment later, the mist of howling souls crashed into Jarn Zhar, and then climbed over the opponent's spear.
Jarn Zar's spear crackled with lightning, passing through the Lost Shadow without any resistance. Those weak souls scattered like smoke, but the powerful existence hidden behind stabbed the void ghost claws.
To the Phoenix Lord.
With a bang, the spear repels the ghost claw.
"Our battle is not over yet, Phoenix Lord."
Khandulak, the Lord of Mandela, suddenly appeared.
At the same time, Mandela's elite Soul Hunters also fought with the Howling Banshee's Heig Maid. Flashing blades and shadow claws came and went, sometimes to no avail - but sometimes, the blade
But it can split shadows, and its claws can bite deep into armor.
But in general, the number of howling banshees is insufficient, and they can only rely on their transcendent combat skills to avoid painful deaths.
They dispersed some and pushed back others, but it was far from enough.
However, their appearance has greatly relieved the pressure on Soshyan and others.
"die!"
Soshyan stabbed his sword accurately into the face of a man whose eyes Mandela could not see. When the weapon penetrated deeply into the ethereal substance, he felt a cold and slight pain in the counterattack style.
Then Mandela began to tremble and flicker in confusion, his head was broken and twisted into a ball, and the green cursed blade in his hand fell and completely turned into flying dust.
But Soshyan added another sword without mercy, and with this final blow, the ghost completely fell apart in a flash of fatal green light.
Under the evil twisted dome of the Temple of Cain, the blood of the Eldar was splashing everywhere. The ground was covered with the dead and dying injured, but more of them fell directly into the magma and were burned to ashes.
Victor just sat on the throne, watching the fight with relish, as if it was a rare performance.
"Well--"
Amidst the painful groan, an Alpha warrior suddenly knelt on the ground, and a machete engraved with runes was deeply embedded in his chest, but he still struggled to take out the last grenade on his belt——
"For—the Emperor."
A nightmare appeared in front of him, and then he pulled out a machete from the soldier's body and drew a fatal arc.
Alpha fell down in response, his head falling from his shoulders, but the grenade had been activated.
boom--
There was a loud noise and a blinding bright light that engulfed Alpha and Nightmare at the same time.
"Go to hell!"
Philo Ronana, the only one not wearing a helmet, spat, raised his hand, and a burst of energy was released from the tips of his open five fingers. It hit the nightmare that was attacking him.
The guy flew backwards, twisted and hit the pillar, and his spine was obviously broken into several pieces.
However, this effect is not without cost. After releasing his psychic energy, Philo Rona's body sank and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. If Khayon hadn't come to catch him, he would have fallen down long ago.
"The release of psychic energy here will multiply the backlash. I know you are angry, but don't be reckless."
At this time, another nightmare rushed over brandishing two swords. When Khayon was raising his rarely used bolt gun to meet the enemy, another warrior walked between them and killed this guy with a fatal blow.
"I don't have time to lie down. If I can't hold a sword, I'll use a gun."
Talos just glanced at Philo Rona and continued his battle.
Alpha Think Tank wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, immediately got up, took out his bolter, glanced at the remaining magazine, and fired a shot at a conspiracy warrior, blowing the opponent's head off.
"Well done. Someone said a long time ago that we are soldiers first and wizards second. Don't forget the original means of combat just because of the convenience of psychic powers."
As he spoke, Khayon fired the bolt gun in his hand continuously, each shot resulting in a kill, but it was almost meaningless.