Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 570 The Dead Live on, Faith Lives Forever

Although the incident happened suddenly, the three veterans were able to remain calm. By listening to the intervals between the gunfire, they could tell that the number of people coming did not seem to be large.

Although their plans were disrupted, they had already determined the direction of action the next time their hearts beat.

“SAAAKAAA!!!”

The shadow leader, wearing a Tyranid knifeworm head as a helmet, roared wildly, and a large amount of black mist sprayed out from its patchwork armor.

The surrounding vegetation quickly decomposed, as if it had been completely devoured by something. Even gold and stone could not withstand the erosion of the fog.

Just as the shadow leader was unleashing his psychic powers, he suddenly felt that the black fog behind him seemed to be blocked by something, creating a gap.

He drew his sword and slashed it horizontally, splitting the black fog in two. Sparks exploded, and swords and sabers flashed and shadows fought against each other.

As soon as Rebos started fighting, he knew that these guys were different from the previous ones. On the one hand, their energy levels had increased, and on the other hand, their physical substance was also very different.

I don’t know if it’s because of the spiritual bone crystals in his body, coupled with the armor, but his reaction speed and strength surpass those of ordinary elves.

"cover."

The other two knew that Rebos was going to conduct some kind of test again, so they immediately demonstrated their force to attract the enemy troops.

But to be honest, Rebos was originally going up in stealth, and since no one could see each other, Hemiel's dazzling armor actually made them more excited.

Hemiel didn't get angry but laughed instead. He was still afraid that these guys wouldn't dare to fight him. If this happened one after another, he would be able to let go.

"Welcome to your death!"

Caroline watched as the decomposition field emitted a faint light in the black fog, killing the armorless shadows one by one.

On the other side of the woods, another shell broke through the air and the subspace crack opened again, but the location of this explosion was very remote and only the surface of the soil was affected.

"Foolish fellow, as deviant as your faith."

As he spoke, he moved, stuffed a high-explosive bullet into the ejection port, aimed at the jumping ghost warrior and fired a shot, which set off a rising wave of flames.

A lot of black fog dissipated under the cover of the sacred flames, crackling like chestnuts, mixed with an inexplicable burnt smell.

But the calm mood did not last long, as Hemiel discovered that there was a lot of gold powder on his fine gold armor.

After adjusting the macro field of view through the eyepiece, he discovered that the armor and weapons, wrapped in the black fog, had a lot of scratches on them.

"There's something wrong with this black fog."

"Oh!"

Another shot was fired, but the location of the gap was still offset. It did not hit the shadows but almost blew off Hemiel's head.

Hemiel cursed inwardly. This kind of point-to-point weapon was used as if he was drunk. He really didn't know if the guy in the forest was blind.

He casually knocked over a half-armored shadow warrior, and Caroline shot him dead with a volley. The two of them cooperated with each other and killed all the shadow warriors in three to five minutes.

At this time, Rebos also had a result. Although the Shadow Leader was extremely weird, it was facing special weapons specifically designed to target weirdness.

Six crystal rings of different sizes were stuck on the limbs, neck and waist. It was unknown when Rebos cast them.

Anyway, once the Shadow Leader puts it on, it becomes very difficult for the opponent to release spiritual energy, as if the six crystal rings are some abstract drain holes.

No matter how the opponent mobilizes the energy in his body, a considerable portion of the spiritual energy will dissipate into the air in advance through the crystal ring.

Without his powerful weapon, psychic power, the Shadow Leader became more controllable to Rebos. After three cuts and six holes, the spiritual bone crystals under the armor were also destroyed.

The damage to the body made it lose its offensiveness. After being unable to control the armor, the shadow directly broke away from the body.

"Oh!"

The shell still deflected, but this time the shadow crashed headfirst into the crack.

"YAAAAA!"

The pieced-together armor fell to the ground with a clang, and the detached shadow howled as it was swallowed by fear.

The three of them stared at the dense forest where the shells were coming from, and soon the attacker's figure slowly appeared in their sight.

"Reinforcements from the Ark?" Hemiel asked.

"No, it's too shabby," Caroline replied.

“They should be survivors of that war, but without the guidance of a soul guide, they are unable to leave the ruins.

This is also why the opponent's accuracy is so poor, the side effects of the dark vision are too fatal to them."

As Rebos spoke, he raised his weapon, signaling the person holding it not to be impulsive. He walked slowly forward and began to speak the word "alliance" in the Eldar language.

"In this state, he still dared to take action directly, and when he was alone, I really don't know if this guy is too brave or stupid."

Hemiel turned and began to examine the broken armor, trying to find some worrying truth.

Caroline was a little nervous. The weapon that could create a gap in the subspace was too terrifying. Even the soulless would be seriously injured.

She could only stare at the movements of the Netherworld Guards, who were staggering as they entered and exited, and indeed looked like they were drunk.

Even if you stop and face to face at this moment, you can see that the guard is not normal. He is shaking irregularly without stopping. It would be a miracle if you can hit him.

"Alliance... Yiyanna... Arkworld... Red Moon Fortress... Wraithbone Fortress..."

Rebos had been trying to communicate with the Nether Guardian in the Eldar language, but the result was not good. The other party couldn't even make gestures.

Probably because he saw them killing the ghost, the Nether Guard didn't take any more action, turned around and walked back.

"Faith lasts forever...Thoughts support them to continue fighting...In some ways they are the same as us." Caroline said after landing.

"I don't really like you comparing us to the other side. In terms of faith, humans are the true pinnacle."

Hemiel crushed the bladeworm helmet left by the shadow leader and pierced through the inlaid breastplates with his halberd.

"I understand. That's why I lament how much effort they put into catching up with and eradicating humans."

Caroline lifted her mask, inhaled and exhaled, then nodded and placed one hand on her chest, hoping that the God-Emperor would understand her unintentional words.

"Follow."

Rebos didn't care about this competition of faith. He was concerned about the characteristics of this place and was looking for items that could provide him with new ideas.

Following all the way, through the jingling woodlands, over the collapsed mountains, in a rift valley, after a few birds took off, the guards finally stopped.

From a distance, you can tell that the place is a military base. The signs of decay are very obvious, but it also has the style of artificial renovation.

Although it is not as well-carved and painted as the buildings on the Ark, it still has the feel of a residence.

The Netherworld Guardian was obviously affected by the environment. Its arms drooped naturally and it raised its head to face the afterglow of the setting sun.

The natural swaying of the body at this moment is as if people are immersed in beauty and fall into silence.

A lizard-like reptile crawled towards the branch, and its own weight caused the branch to droop until it fell in front of the guard.

The distance between the two was only two or three centimeters, but as they drooped and swayed, the two slow-moving guys just couldn't touch each other.

The guard stretched out his hand, and the little lizard also stretched out his hand, but they couldn't touch each other for two minutes, so much so that Hemiel even wanted to go forward and help him.

However, in the end, a warrior from the Eldar tribe walked out of the camp. His silver-black skull mask did not look friendly.

However, the armor on his body looked extremely awkward because it was pieced together, and it was unknown what his identity was.

The other party walked forward, gently picked up the crystallized little lizard, and then gently placed it on the shoulder of the Nether Guardian.

The little lizard swung its tail, climbed onto the guard's head, turned around twice quickly, and then curled up like a pet.

"Welcome home, but did you bring any friends here today?"

The Eldar warrior looked behind the guard and spread his hands, just like Ribos did at that time.

"Although I don't know the situation in the Ark World, but, has it been occupied by humans?"

This situation made several people happy. No matter what the other party's situation was, at least being able to communicate was what they needed most.

Caroline stood up first. The silver-white armor made it clear to the Eldar warrior that the other party was not a rookie.

"Battle Sister, hello ma'am, where are the others?"

Hemiel appeared from behind the tree. This time, the Eldar warrior was obviously a little surprised.

“I’ve heard tales of warriors like you, but I never imagined I’d be so lucky as to meet one of the Imperial Guards here.

So... the finale is here, what is the identity of the last one?"

The Eldar warrior looked to the side of the guard, and the little lizard suddenly jumped up, baring its teeth and chirping at the air.

Rebos came early in stealth, silently watching their every move, but unfortunately the other party seemed to have discovered him early as well.

"Is it the underground spiritual bone veins?"

"Can't it be that I'm just very observant?"

Hemiel sneered from a distance, thinking that this alien was quite humorous.

The Eldar warrior raised his hand and made a few gestures in the sky, and then a sentry stood up from the low house in the camp.

Looking at the paint and shape of their armor, it was clear that they were warriors from the "Black Death" faction.

The elite soldiers in the Ark World are divided into many factions, and are warriors with different roles against various enemies.

Seeing this, Rebos understood why the warrior in front of him was wearing such strange armor.

Although the commander's uniform should also be unique, just like the situation faced by the shadows before, in the absence of craftsmen, they can only use what they have.

"Si Zhan?"

The Way of Command is the way to study tactics, formulate plans and guide the Eldar in battle. Those who walk on this path are called Warlords.

"Clear."

"What you said - you don't know the situation in the Ark World, and you guys are all survivors of the Zerg Hive War?" Hemiel asked.

"Well...I guess so. Since we have guests, let's not stand here. Please." The Eldar warrior invited sideways.

As they entered, everyone scanned the camp. There were a lot of strange things today. They had even been to the aliens' hometown, so the camp was no longer a big deal.

In the crystal shrine, the blazing holy fire emits a dazzling light, and a guardian kneels beside the radiating light.

The Guardian Armor the other party was wearing was the symbol of the Eldar militia.

The number of Eldar is small, so universal military service is inevitable, but if everyone undergoes military training, other social circles will disappear.

Therefore, the prophets of the Eldar created the war mask, which is the helmet they wear.

The war personality is pre-written into this helmet, no matter if you were a gardener, a baker, a teacher, or a dancer before.

Once worn, it will be activated, covering your own personality with the second personality, turning you into a battle-hardened warrior.

The guy kept worshiping the shrine, not caring at all about the arrival of Ribos and others, like a devout believer.

"Welcome to our little home... It's been ages since we had new guests. Please introduce yourselves... Who are you? How did you get in?"

Commander Si Zhan suddenly changed his behavior, drew out the broken blade at his waist and stood on full alert towards the three people.

Hemiel's move was quite quick, but the one who was really in danger in this situation was the Netherworld Guard standing beside him.

He rushed forward in one leap, and the long spear cut through Jing Mo's neck, sticking tightly to it. With a little force, he could separate its head.

To deal with this kind of confused guy, Rebos gave him a whip kick, and the broken blade flew out of his hand. Then he stretched out his long legs and stepped on the opponent.

Caroline took two steps forward with her gun in hand, signaling the two warriors from the Black Death tribe to behave themselves.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

The crystal lizard bent its body, stretched its back, grinned and screamed. Hemiel had no expression on his face and just slowly pushed the halberd deeper a few millimeters.

"Damn it! Why are you humans? How did you get in?!"

At this moment, the situation was a little unclear, and the militiaman who had been praying and seemed harmless stood up.

He staggered towards Rebos, and Caroline fired into the air. The deafening sound echoed in the valley, but the guy just paused and then continued walking forward.

Caroline looked at Rebos. Rebos didn't think that guy could cause much impact, so he nodded and let him go.

"Lancelot, don't come over here. Tell the Black Death Bishop in the eastern position that there is an enemy invasion..."

The Black Death is like a mixture of a ferocious avenger and a fire dragon. They represent the fear of life for death, using various large-caliber guns in their hands to bombard the enemy from a distance.

Nasi Zhan was trying to get away from under Rebos, but the guardian didn't say anything, just came to his side and knelt on his knees.

Then he stretched out his hands, placed his palms on both sides of his head, and silently recited a blessing so soft that it seemed silent.

"Lancelot...Lan...bie...position..."

Si Zhan's breath gradually grew weaker, and his shaking body began to slow down. The guardian pulled out a crystal flower with a red string from his waist bag, crushed it, and sprinkled it on his head.

Si Zhan suddenly froze on the ground. After a few breaths, his condition stabilized. He looked at Hemiel and said apologetically:

"Sorry, dead people's brains just don't work very well."