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

Chapter 239: Sending the Prison Horn Dance

The blue-green, hairless alien used its hands and feet, twisting and wriggling in the pipe like a ball of gel. When its nostrils, arranged like spider-like compound eyes, smelled the scent of death, it squeezed out along the ventilation duct.

The moment it landed, veins bulged on its soft body, and it turned into a solid steel body like a non-Newtonian fluid, and rushed towards the group of Space Marines.

The alien beast domesticated by the Dark Eldar has a body as soft as Luffy, but can mobilize its muscles to become as hard as iron.

The sharp dark red claws were raised high, making people feel that their heads were about to fall off.

"Pfft."

"YEAAAA!"

The alien creature named Ugur roared in pain. The attack he imagined did not succeed. The big can in front of him actually noticed his attack and stabbed him in the body with a halberd in a quick counterattack.

Under the extremely resilient wrinkled skin, there was a dark blue wound, but unfortunately there was no blood flowing.

"Be careful of the surrounding pipes, there are new alien creatures!"

As the Space Marines finished their words, several figures emerged from the pipes and broken walls, and just as everyone was about to raise their shields to block, several white-haired aliens silently jumped out from the shadows around the prison.

"Man..Dra..!!!"

The white-haired alien roared and a micro-steel blade slashed across the power backpack. A "ding-dong" sound was heard, and a crack suddenly appeared above the backpack.

The Space Marine turned and slashed down, and with a "bang", the power sword slashed on the deck. But the attack did not stop, and the long sword swept across behind him in an instant.

With a "clang" sound, Mandela, who had failed in his sneak attack, had to use his knife to block. However, its power was no match for the tin can in front of it, and it rolled out with a "clang", and after three or two turns it merged into the darkness again.

Veteran soldier Parv saw that more and more alien creatures were appearing and the pace of everyone's progress was slowing down. He had to remind each team again not to fight to the end.

"Escort the prisoner away from the battlefield immediately, and fight the aliens after the mission is completed!"

Everyone received the order, and the Space Marines looked at the blue-green creature in front of them, then stopped moving forward and gradually retreated.

More and more aliens followed this group and gathered together. The navy soldiers who were defending their positions around them also noticed the surge in pressure.

When those clever conspiracy fighters rushed into the position, everyone knew that their fate would be sealed at this moment...

"Bang bang bang!"

The roar of the bombs woke up the navy crew, and they suddenly saw several angels appear, sweeping up everything they passed by.

"It's an angel! It's an angel!"

"Follow the angel!"

A large number of soldiers found their backbone and realized that they were not destined to die. The powerful warriors under the throne of the Angel God Emperor, if they followed them, they would surely get the attention of the God Emperor, and they were saved!

"Help! Angel, help me!"

The soldier whose left leg was cut off at the root left a pool of blood on the ground. He crawled towards the approaching Space Marine in panic, stretched out his corroded and bloody right hand, and looked at the other side with hope.

The shield guards of the Minotaur Regiment cleared the passage to ensure that subsequent transport teams could pass safely.

But when he had just blasted those annoying aliens, the mortal under his feet dared to grab his leg armor, trying to stop the progress of the mission.

"Foolish mortal."

“Crack…”

The navy who saw this scene stood there in a daze, shocked at the angel's cold heart and horrified that the angel actually trampled his companion to death.

"He could have gotten past it..."

"YEAAAAA!"

A large number of conspiracy fighters emerged from the smoke, swinging their blades at the stunned soldiers. The few navy soldiers gave up resistance.

It was not because the enemy in front of them was too powerful, but because their inner faith collapsed. Because a familiar high-explosive grenade fell at their feet.

"BOOM!"

"These tin can guys are so cruel, hahaha. They don't care about the lives of ordinary soldiers at all. Isn't this just like us looking down on the Kabbalah warriors!"

Although the Dark Eldar were still laughing crazily, they also realized that something was wrong and quickly sent more soldiers to stop the crowd, but they were all reduced to ashes by the rage of the Terminators wielding bolters.

The escort team passed through the corridors and crossed the warehouses, blocking wave after wave of attacks from the aliens, enduring the other side's provocations again and again, and letting go of one victory after another that was within reach.

After the hot melt cut through the thick deck, it finally reached the engine room protecting the black prison.

Everyone quickly sent the prison to the Thunderhawk gunship, and then assigned three Primaris Space Marines to protect the prison.

After seeing the Thunderhawk gunship smash the alien and fly away from the warship, Terminator Parv finally felt relieved. He then took off the halberd that was electromagnetically attached to his back and said calmly.

"Kill them all."

Then more than forty Space Marines lined up and banged on the shields on their arms in unison. The continuous "dong dong" sound seemed to be their battle slogan and their silent roar.

The top edge of the shield was attached to the bottom of the frame, protecting the upper body. He took one step and one shot, not fighting alone but integrated into a whole. A human tank, an iron bull without weaknesses.

The blue-green Ugur hid in the ruins and smelled the halberd stained with his own blood through the cracks. Then, a clear figure composed of pheromones gradually formed in his sensory organs.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet!

Its claws scratched the metal deck, pushing its twisted, gelatinous body to overturn the rubble, and its sharp claws served as spear tips to pierce the cowering enemy.

"KAAAA!"

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Ugur, who was as powerful as thunder, crashed into the shield, or rather, was beaten into a pool of gel by the shield guard.

Under the shield guard's powerful blow, his body, which should have been as hard as steel, could no longer hold up, and he swung up high, sticking to the shield.

Then the real tip of the spear poked the blue-green skin, and with a "pop" sound, my heart felt cold.

The tenacious Ugur was still thinking about grabbing the halberd and attacking along the pole, but the next second it knew what it meant to be a Space Marine in the "bull's horn" position.

Ten shield guards formed the bull's face, five halberd warriors on each side formed the bull's horns, and the rest of the warriors formed the safest bull's head. A humanoid self-propelled, all-powerful, long-range and short-range crossfire, a flexible and changeable bull's head formation.

Their crazy firepower and absolute defense made it difficult for the aliens to react. Attrition and positional warfare were not the strong points of the Dark Eldar.

They are experts in sneak attacks. Their nimble bodies and quick reactions allow them to avoid most damage. But once they are fixed in one place, no matter how fast they dodge, they will not be able to escape the hail of bullets.

"Let the beasts take over! Where are the Haemolycoris's big transformations? Get them up there as fast as possible!"

...

"Reporting to His Majesty the Archon, the monkeys launched a breakout in order to deliver a black device. The remaining iron cans in the ship counterattacked the boarding fleet."

Akarakes yawned and said:

"Send a destroyer with enough ground troops. Since the enemy is trying so hard to get rid of this thing, it must be very valuable."

"Yes."

The communicator did not leave immediately after he finished speaking, but was still half-kneeling on the ground with an awkward look on his face.

"If you have to fart, just fart. You look like you can't poop. Why am I making you feel uncomfortable?"

“No, no, no!” The communicator kowtowed and apologized immediately, and then added, “Sir Archon, the boarding troops said that those tin cans are quite powerful.

Even the Haemolects' Talos Pain Engine could not gain any advantage. They did not care about the death of their subordinates at all, and many monkeys died in their hands.

Compared to them, we didn't even kill as many enslaved monkeys as they did. Their...their tactics can be described as terrible. They think that as long as the result is correct, the means don't matter.

Therefore, the boarding troops intend to withdraw and not continue to fight with them."

"What? Are these tin can guys fools? Are they really so paranoid that they must kill them all?" Akarakes asked with interest.

"The leader, Tianlong, said that he had ordered the troops to retreat and tighten the defense line.

But the cans seemed to indicate that they would never stop until all the boarding troops were killed," the communicator said.

"Tsk...tsk, tsk, tsk, interesting, very interesting. This is the first time I've seen a war group that even the warriors of the conspiracy group find difficult to resist.

Hahahaha, the more such goods there are, the higher the price they can be sold for. Those lousy people in Comoros who have nothing to do and are waiting for excitement will definitely like this kind of gift.

Pass on my orders, tell the team to hold on, send more troops to the enemy ship, use those battle potions and fierce poisons, and remember not to kill them. "

"Yes!"

...

The gunship roared in the atmosphere of the prison world, and the vibration caused by friction with the gas made Lin Heng realize that he had left the battlefield.

Through the holes corroded by his oral glands, he saw three beings who were taller than ordinary Space Marines. The MKX power armor they wore was also much thicker than that of the others.

But no matter how thick the armor was, Lin Heng didn't think they could escort him safely to the ground, because the rumbling sound was no longer monotonous at this time, and he could hear the sharp beeping sound in the prison.

...

"F**k you Archon! I'm in charge of my ravens. What's the value of them? As long as I can shoot them, they're valuable!"

"Hahaha, I advise you not to let Akarakes hear it, otherwise you will definitely be transformed into those weird products by the Haemonchi."

"I don't care. If he dares to show up, I will just fly a fighter plane and blow his balls out of his steel womb to death.

F**K, fire!