The Sword That Was Only 0.1 Centimeters from My Head
Alvin had ample reason to suspect that the Necron Lord of this tomb had been feigning sleep all along!
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?
He had barely sent his two "ancestors" away when the Necron woke up?
The two groups of people were shouting at your grave, making such a racket that they didn't even wake you up. Now that nothing's happened, you're suddenly acting tough!
Looking at the perfectly aligned formation of the Necron Warrior, even Alvin couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
"Damn it, the mighty ruler of the galaxy, letting two kids pretend to be dead on a grave, what kind of tough guy is he now!"
He had already cursed the lord of this tomb a thousand times in his heart. If you're going to play dead, at least wait until they're all gone before waking up!
Why did we have to choose this time? By trapping them all inside, we've ended up being the ones surrounded.
Unfortunately, the Necron Lord couldn't hear his complaints, and even if he had, he probably wouldn't have cared.
Now, the two groups that were on the verge of war just a second ago have united in less than half a minute.
The Imperium forces, led by Inquisitor Marshall, exchanged glances with the commander of the Chaos Canister, then shouted in unison, "Kill the Xenos first!"
Alvin, observing from the shadows, couldn't help but lick his lips and mutter to himself, "Not bad, this is so much like the Imperium and Chaos."
Cooperation is impossible.
The Imperium would never cooperate with Chaos. At most, given the imminent threat, both sides wisely chose to direct their attacks at the very thing they both loathe... the Xenos!
This situation is not surprising.
It even makes sense, considering that in the Warhammer Universe, the Xenos are probably the ones who have the worst lives, especially those "Xenos" without any backing!
If you were reincarnated as an "Xenos" in the Warhammer Universe, then congratulations... you will earn the title of "hated by both humans and dogs"!
Not only will the Imperium beat you up, but Chaos will too!
In certain specific situations, it's not uncommon for the Imperium to even team up with Chaos to attack you.
If you're even less lucky, the "Xenos" you encounter will beat you up, unless you're willing to believe in the "Greater Good," which, as far as he knows, seems to be the case with the guy next door, Titanium.
The battle formation of Necron Warrior was approaching them step by step. Their unified, heavy steps, mixed with the friction of their metal bodies, and their silent, orderly movements undoubtedly exerted great pressure on them!
In situations like this, the Astra Militarum and Space Marine should be handling it, but right now... Marshall looked around and saw that there were only a little over a hundred Arbiter!
It couldn't be worse than this!
The disparity in strength between the two sides is too great. If those metal skeletons were to surround us, even the most optimistic estimate would be that we could only hold out for ten minutes at most!
"Sir Marshall, we must retreat!" At this moment, the squad leader of the Brass Claws, in a low voice, offered his advice to the Inquisitor: "There are many Xenos, and they're not on our records. Judging from our last encounter... the enemy's weapons are dangerous!"
His implied meaning was that he was advising the Inquisitor to remain calm, as they would inevitably suffer losses if they rashly engaged in combat with these metallic Xenos!
Marshall certainly understood this basic principle as well.
He clenched his fists, veins bulging on his face, his eyes bloodshot and menacing, and roared as if in a hysterical frenzy, "No, we can't retreat! Even if we all perish here, we can't let Chaos snatch that child first!"
He knew better than anyone what terrifying fate awaited a child with "Delta" level Psychic Power who fell into Chaos!
In comparison, sacrificing a mere few hundred lives is worthwhile as long as it can "eliminate" that child!
At this moment, Marshall no longer harbored any illusions. Although "Delta" was an important asset of the Imperium, and it might become Librarian, Star Whisperer, and so on in the future, today... that child had to be eliminated!
With this in mind, Marshall resolutely ordered, "Everyone must hold their ground and not retreat a single step, or... I will, in the name of the Vought, execute any deserter!"
"Yes, Your Inquisitor."
The squad leader of Brass Claws had no choice; his orders from the Company Commander were to obey Inquisitor Marshall's commands.
Then, Marshall's gaze swept over them, stern and cold, his bloodshot pupils terrifying like those of a maddened beast, instantly intimidating the other soldiers.
No one dares to refuse Inquisitor!
Because the Vought represents the Imperium, Inquisitor are the symbols of the law, every mature Inquisitor has a blood debt on their hands!
That overwhelming, chilling pressure, mixed with the pungent smell of blood, was the best proof of that!
"The task of commanding the operation is entrusted to you." After appointing the squad leader of the Brass Claws, Marshall turned to the woman in black armor who had remained silent throughout the battle. "Ms. Tasha Ortiz, please come with me."
His confidence in eliminating a "Delta"-level Psyker stemmed from this woman clad in black armor.
Not long ago, the returned "Primarch" Robert Guilliman officially summoned the previously disbanded Sisters of Silence.
And coincidentally, this Ms. Tasha Ortiz is a true... Untouchable who lives in seclusion on Alert Star and has inherited the mantle of the Sisters of Silence!
With the "Untouchable" present, and given his power, Marshall was confident he could eliminate that potential threat!
Soon, the two stopped worrying about everything else, forced their way through the walls of the ruins, and crawled inside.
They had to hurry and find the Psyker before everyone outside died, then nip the danger in the bud!
Suddenly, not long after the two stepped into the passageway, Tasha swung her Executioner Greatsword, which shot out like a cold light and slammed into the corner wall!
The sword pierced several inches into the metal wall, forcing a figure to reveal its true form!
Is someone here?!
Marshall was startled, and the Sisters of Silence beside him suddenly took half a step forward, reversed her sword, and slashed horizontally like flowing water!
"Holy shit!"
It was Alvin who was forced out from around the corner. He had intended to approach and explain the situation, but the Sisters of Silence had noticed him beforehand!
The sword barely grazed his scalp, sending a few strands of hair flying!
Alvin felt a chill run down his spine. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he probably would have been meeting his Yellow Skin!
However, as Sisters of Silence, Tasha's ancient and exquisite skills were already ingrained in her very being. Seeing that her first strike had missed, she stepped forward again.
Sizzle--!
The sword's edge sliced through the narrow, surging corridor, leaving a trail of blinding sparks!
With a terrifying gust of wind, it slashed down again, aimed directly at Alvin's head, giving him no time to speak!
"Wait..."
Alvin quickly rolled away, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. A feeling of almost suffocation surged up, and his soul seemed to have been thrown into a bottomless, dark abyss!
Damn, he's forgotten all about it!
The Sisters of Silence are "Untouchables," "Blank," and possess a natural power to suppress Psyker. Once someone gets close... it's tantamount to being at their mercy!
The Sisters of Silence took a step forward, and the enormous Executioner's Sword, as if cleaving through a raging storm, fell with a chilling and explosive aura!
At this critical moment, Alvin, enduring the pain, pulled out the "Rose Knot" badge that belonged to Winnie from his pocket!
Clang!
The blade suddenly stopped!
It was 0.1 centimeters away from his forehead!
In this situation, Alvin wanted to playfully add, "The sword was less than 0.1 centimeters from my head, but just three seconds later, the sword's owner would fall in love with me."
Never mind.
Joking about the Sisters of Silence could kill you!