Chapter 283 Close Combat and Unexpected Changes

"Hmm?"

The energy stirred up by both sides was too huge. In the remote and silent galaxy of Verax, it was like two candles of different colors in the dark, which attracted the attention of the other side at the first time.

"Increase the power of the warp tide!"

Typhons shouted loudly. His ship "The End of the Disease" had not yet passed the portal of the warp.

In the context of the appearance of unknown forces in the orbit of the planet, this would not only suppress his next actions, but also make him lose the strategic mobility of the entire galaxy except for the planet under his feet!

"Psychic Choir! Suppress this warp wave!"

Calvin keenly sensed the huge surge of magic flames in the direction of the surface. Obviously, the ritual there had reached a critical moment.

"We must not let the other side succeed (destruction)!"

The sparks of the will of the commanders of the two armies crossed hundreds of kilometers of space at this moment, and thought of a direction at the same time.

"Should we start the excommunication trial procedure!"

The mortal captain of the Angel of Punishment immediately asked Calvin for instructions, but considering the remains of the saints buried underground in this bishop world, Calvin finally rejected his proposal.

The air on the quiet bridge began to stagnate. Under the watchful eyes of the commanders, the psychic interference forces of both sides began to compete head-on.

One positive and one negative, one silver and one green, the two forces, the moment they noticed each other, began to fight each other at the psychic level.

Hundreds of Death Guards and the same number of Nurgle demons, surrounded by millions of polluted people, prayed to the garden of the loving father with their own souls.

Hundreds of psychics carefully selected and trained by the Empire, who were connected to the Emperor's psychic energy through the mysterious rituals in the Astronomican Court;

With the help of the psychic amplification matrix covered on the eight-kilometer body of the Angel of Punishment;

They confronted this force head-on and suppressed the increasingly huge energy tide!

After all, the strength of the flesh cannot fight against the machine, and the impurities of millions of souls cannot compare with the purity amplified by the psychic matrix.

Moreover, the difficulty of destruction is much easier than construction. The face of Typhons, the Lord of the Demon Flies, hidden under the helmet, kept twitching, and he saw the demon flame with the power of corruption becoming increasingly dim.

He took out a soul crystal from the pocket on his waist with a heartache. Imprisoned in the dazzling crystal was the soul sacrifice he prepared for his future ascension to the demon.

He must complete his plan here!

Typhons threw the crystal into the crucible on the central altar of the ceremony, witnessing the wailing of countless mortal souls and the annihilation of the most valuable saint's soul.

The obsession with ascending to the demon and the resentment of his father's partial reward to him and Mortarion after the conversion of the Death Guard have always been his heart disease.

And the implicit contempt of those followers of Nurgle for him and the possibility of countless deaths in the future prophecy;

made this greedy and thoroughgoing sophisticated egoist who had been hiding since the day he became an Astarte;

He always hoped to be favored by Nurgle, so as to obtain the immortality that truly belongs to the demon.

The voice of prayer leading to the Garden of Nurgle became loud again, and the evil god himself, who was obsessed with the evolution and mutation of the plague, finally cast a terrifying gaze here.

"Prayer before the battle!"

Calvin sensed the emergence of the huge power in the depths of the warp, and knew the threat of pollution here.

He led a group of Grey Knights on the array of the teleportation hall and knelt on one knee in front of the Emperor's holy statue at the end of the hall.

The Grey Knights' psychic energy accompanied the process of concentrating on Calvin, and resonated with his colleagues in the psychic chanting class in the oath to the Emperor.

In the direction of Terra in the warp, the Astronomican, which represents human civilization and spirit, brightened visibly under such a call.

The eyes of the Lord of Humanity, under the prayers of his loyal warriors, looked towards the edge of the distant Storm Star Region.

The huge body of the "Sickness End", the ship that the Lord of the Flies had been thinking about, ultimately failed to pass through the portal opened by the evil god's believers.

Under their angry gazes, the subspace gate that was about to be torn apart inside the galaxy was finally calmed down by the Imperial soldiers' hymns to the Emperor.

"Now!"

Calvin shouted in the psychic link.

With the sudden flash of the psychic matrix on the Angel of Punishment, Calvin and the first batch of 100 Grey Knights disappeared in the teleportation hall.

"Enemy!"

Typhons lowered his raised arm with a gloomy face, looking at the end of the evil god's protection power several kilometers away.

The failure of the Terminus of the Plague to enter the venue cast a shadow of failure on his plan.

And the flashing psychic fluctuations on the track made him see the figure of the Grey Knights, the exclusive force of the Imperial Inquisition.

The enemy came much faster than expected, and the projection of hundreds of souls also made him feel worse.

A company organization?

That means there must be a Grand Master-level opponent on the opposite side, including more than 2 champions.

He looked at where he was. The Imperial warships were cautious in attacking the catacombs, which saved his army from the orbital bombardment of the warships.

But this tolerance must have a bottom line. As long as the strike force in front of him failed, he would be facing the judgment of excommunication.

Fight or leave?

If he left, how could he retreat intact to the other side of the subspace under the deterrence of the enemy warships? This has become a thorny problem now.

Typhons' eyes were moving obscurely, just like his determination at this moment.

And the experience of being unbeatable in the empire for ten thousand years finally gave him strong confidence.

Fight! Must fight!

He wanted to take the things, and he also wanted to leave cleanly!

In his eyes, one hundred Grey Knights were by no means invincible, and the number of troops under his command was not less than this;

As long as the tactics were properly allocated, he could completely give the opponent a head-on blow, and take advantage of the sluggish reaction of the warships in orbit to make a leisurely turn.

He didn't think much about the details of the tactics. The Death Guards around him were all ten thousand-year veterans of the Legion era, and their own qualities were enough to deal with most situations;

And the blessing they received after converting to the Father was that they became unscrupulous and fearless after gaining terrifying battlefield survivability.

The green wave composed of corrupted diseased zombies and mentally disordered rebels surged forward from behind him.

Typhons held the Human Reaper upside down, stood on the high ground outside the Verax Cathedral, and stared at the enemy in the distance.

The Grey Knights who came down did not rush to attack, but seemed to be waiting for something.

The smell on them seemed different from before, and the energy dissipated from their souls was something that Typhons hated.

What was it? He was still thinking in the biting cold wind.

But the next second, two psychic tides from the space orbit made his face change drastically!

And? One hundred... two hundred Grey Knights?

Three hundred Grey Knights! What's going on!

The sudden change in the enemy and our situation on the battlefield caught Typhons off guard.

Three companies of Grey Knights appeared together, which was the first time in his memory!

Could it be that I poked the false emperor's ass?

His eyes, which had been filled with cruelty and tyranny for ten thousand years, were occupied by emotions representing surprise and astonishment for the first time.

At the same time, in the first queue of Grey Knights in the distance, Calvin had raised the scepter "Mission" in his hand high.

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