The Nephilim Lose Their Dual Encryption Communication for the First Time
Horde is a deep abyss of the soul, the entire planet lost in a dreamlike, foul stench of misplaced faith.
Every Nephilim is nourished by the faith of thousands upon thousands of others; their lives break free from constraints, and their bodies grow immense.
As long as faith endures, the Nephilim possess everything.
White and black tear apart the Nephilim's dreamlike illusion.
The vast forest swayed in the torrential rain, and the swamp churned in the flames.
The White Scars, fueled by their pent-up rage along the way, unleashed it mercilessly on the Xenos Homeworld, but keeping Horde burning was no easy task.
Like Fireball thrown into water, the Melta Bomb quickly went out.
Everything in Horde was somewhere between a solvent and a solid. The White Scars armored forces, after landing, discovered that even their lightly modified armored vehicles could get stuck in the toxic gas swamp.
Poisonous spores covered the white vehicle body, and the heavy tracks struggled and rolled under the pull of vines.
Only a six-meter-diameter pipe spewing Promethium flames could burn a sap-covered tree to ashes.
As the infantry ranks used heavy flamethrowers to spray volleys of fire, clearing away the human slaves and the vine-covered Tower of Praise, Khan Hasik led his Brotherhood in a furious charge.
He was once again appointed by the Great Khan as the vanguard.
Hasik chose the Church of Praise, filled with human skins, as his first hunting target.
The slave soldiers proudly wore armor made from the skins shed by their gods; they were no longer human.
The Nephilim were happy to make humans stronger and mutate them to blur the boundaries between species, merging human flesh with Nephilim skin and weapons.
The most corrupt and ancient of their servants are no longer human, but a hybrid of muscular, genetically engineered livestock; the largest servant is even as big as Knight Mech.
They unleashed a barrage of laser projectiles at the white array, followed by a deluge of artillery fire covering the entire city.
The "White Scars" were torn to shreds by firepower from a small number of Land clusters equipped by the Forge World in the swamp.
"Move! Move! Move!" Hasik shouted, and the white cavalry charged through the capillary-like roads, launching wave after wave of attacks around the sluggish slave soldiers.
Hasik found the feeling of galloping across the steppe, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hail Chogoris!"
He pushed the Jetbike to its limits; the remarkable technological marvel vibrated incessantly at high speeds, but he was completely unaware.
Kills and achievements were forgotten; Hasik only had eyes for the Xenos.
He swept past the rising steam and pounced on the enormous, throbbing flesh.
Move, swing the sword, move, swing the sword...
The Blue Nephilim is very powerful, but its reactions are somewhat slow.
Especially noticeable against the White Scars, Hasik fully utilized his advantages to take a favorable position and launch an attack on the sea creature that seemed to be trapped in thin air.
The enormous blue corpse crashed onto the organic mountain, its slime splattering onto the white fuselage.
Hasik felt his mount grow heavy as they arrived at the bulbous church covered in slime.
The most powerful Blue Nephilim guards, each larger than the Dreadnought, let out a piercing Shriek and raised their Sonic Weapons.
Before the terrifying Shriek could strike, Hasik leaned forward and jerked his way back, the saddle of his mount carrying him through a slick, organic slime.
The aerodynamic sonic waves Shriek as they tore through the Power Armor, shattering the White Scars body, chunks of flesh crashing into the organic slime.
Hasik knew from the disappearance of the four shimmering runes inside his helmet that the church guards' first wave of attacks had taken away a number of Brotherhood members.
He also saw the explosives striking the oldest Blue Nephilim, the countless layers of deteriorated armor.
With a deafening roar, the faded blue leather armor shattered.
Hasik's anger propelled the Jetbike into the air.
With Guandao, the blue body shattered.
At the same moment Hasik attacked the church, Ramsey, the lord of the 10th Battalion, walked alone through the horde of slave soldiers in the greasy shadows.
The green- Nephilim seemed to sense something and turned towards the direction of the senior "Shadow Ascetic".
As the whale- Xenos slowly turned around, Ramsey disappeared into his shadow.
The "Rose Bishop's" hand emerged from the shadows and pressed against the green flesh.
The green skin and flesh rippled like branches swaying in the wind, forming fleshy nodules.
The Green Nephilim twisted his scepter with all his might, stretching it behind him.
Ramsey moved even faster, his Biochemical Psionic Power spreading to the Green Nephilim's head in an instant.
With a loud bang, the round, green-headed ball burst like a balloon.
The blue-clad soldiers and the surrounding slave soldiers all turned to look at the sound.
The Spirituality spread by the "Rose Bishop" has rapidly reformed the green-headed figure.
A Grey Nephilim strode forward, his body glowing with phosphorescence and lines that formed eerie patterns.
The "Flesh Servants " did not retain their previous memories, and Ramsey did not possess the Nephilim's double-encrypted communication method—ultra-high frequency sound waves and skin patterns.
The "Rose Bishop's" body suddenly melted like a candle, turning into pure, viscous flesh and blood, rolling rapidly on the surface of organic mucus.
Flesh and blood rolled and burrowed into the body.
The "Rose Bishop" swam contentedly on its grey body, Nephilim larger and more comfortable than that of other creatures.
The "Rose Bishop" merged with the gray flesh and blood, and his raised body suddenly froze.
"Rose Bishop" controlled the Grey Nephilim to emit a sound that even the Shadow of Order could only vaguely hear, and the surrounding Nephilim immediately stopped according to the commander's will.
A gray arm draped over a green body; as the gray and green shifted, another "Flesh Servant" appeared.
The "Rose Bishop," accompanied by five Green Nephilim, emerged from the Xenos army and arrived before the greasy Condensation Tower.
Ramsey's voice echoed within him, "The Shadow Ascetic, Hide in Shadows."
Ten "Shadow Ascetic" emerged from the shadows of the organic slime and hid in a row of green shadows.
"Action." Ramsey's deep voice rang out from the gray figure, and he immediately took the lead and walked away.
The "Shadow Ascetic" followed the green-clad figures and disappeared into the Nephilim's army.
A "Shadow Ascetic" threw the potion into the Nephilim; amidst the shards, white smoke rose.
A Blue Nephilim face was the first to smell the stench.
He was about to let out Shriek as a warning when he was horrified to find that there was no sound at all.
The blue flesh throbbed wildly, phosphorescence flickered, and lines Distortion.
Another "Shadow Ascetic" threw out a black crystal ball and simultaneously issued the command through the Sonic Array channel, "Attack!"
The crystal ball shattered, and black smoke billowed out, spreading even faster than the white smoke.
The Blue Nephilim quickly dimmed.
A "Listener" starts the engine of the Land Speeder.
Black vehicles swept in like a tidal wave, and a raging storm engulfed the Nephilim.
Each Nephilim is like a lone fish separated from its school; even if there are other members of their kind within a few meters of them, they cannot sense each other.
They could not speak, and their patterns were dull and lifeless.
They couldn't receive any information, and the two small eyes on their whale faces couldn't glean any information from their own kind.
The Nephilim's double-encrypted communications were severed, and they lost contact for the first time.
The black vehicle pierced through the boiling steam, unleashing a barrage of projectiles that sent the chaotic Nephilim crashing down in droves.
The "Rose Bishop," accompanied by five green "Flesh Servants," advanced through the Xenos army, throwing them into chaos.
A gray-white world shrouded in miasma, a black wave, faster than the white wave, swept across the layers of organic mountains, reaching the heart of the Grey Mist Forest.