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Bang!

"I don't understand! Let someone with a good tongue speak next time!"

Calvin chopped the Chaos Space Marine in front of him into pieces together with his rusty chainsword, then strung them up with a halberd and burned them clean with psychic energy. Calvin responded casually. I wonder if the Death Guard heard him before he completely dissipated.

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It stinks! It really stinks! Even when burned to ashes, it stinks!

Looking at the blade of the halberd in his hand with some disgust, Calvin finally understood why these Mortarion brats were rarely seen on the Chaos battlefield.

The stench on their bodies is something that even a stasis field may not be able to stop, and even the allies of Chaos probably cannot tolerate it for a long time.

Whenever Calvin thinks of them appearing in a large-scale Chaos coalition, he sympathizes with those Chaos Space Marines from the bottom of his heart:

When these green-armored abscess giants appear on the battlefield, their attacks on both the enemy and ourselves are obviously simultaneous.

The Empire will bear the threat of their disease contagion and use all means to try to eliminate them before they get close.

In contrast, the devil's side, which Calvin had never thought about in another's shoes, seemed even more miserable...

As soon as he thinks of these stinky guys standing next to him, the nature of the entire battlefield changes.

The morale of the entire Chaos side is increasing rapidly, and they will angrily rush towards all enemies in front of them in an attempt to resolve the battle as quickly as possible;

And if the goal cannot be achieved, then be solved as soon as possible and then return to the subspace. Thinking about it, it is actually a good choice...

The sweep of the frontal battlefield has been completed, and Gavins behind him sent a message through the psychic channel:

The target has been cleared. There are no new sources of chaos pollution nearby. Please ask for next instructions

Have you found their core base?

Calvin asked back, covered by his psychic energy were ten Gray Knight squads scattered across dozens of square kilometers.

No!

No!

No valid information yet!

The voices of each team came one after another from the message channel, and more were the exchanges of various images and consciousness fluids.

The champion swordsmen dispersed to each squad successfully served as the communication node for the entire team, transmitting their respective situations to their comrades deployed on the entire battlefield in real time.

Well, Calvin didn't expect to find the real owner as soon as he landed, but the expected lack of intelligence still made him a little disappointed.

With no other choice, Calvin pinched his nose and picked up the fragment of the chain sword on the ground, and then tried to touch it with a thick layer of psychic energy wrapped in his own spirit...jj.br>

The hand of general knowledge!

With a buzzing sound, Calvin's vision began to blur, and everything around him began to go back in time with the deduction of spiritual energy:

The broken stone slab was restored to its untrodden integrity, and the broken sword blade was reunited with the burned body;

The figure of the Death Guard reappeared in front of him and retreated strangely into the distance until it disappeared somewhere at the end of the field of vision.

There is still more information being gathered in scattered pieces, but as Nurgle believers, they are also blessed by the same gods. Calvin cannot risk exploring deeper on the river of time, which is likely to lead to an ambush by the other party.<

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"East!" His voice came from the psychic channel.

Golden, who was more than ten kilometers away, stopped exploring when he heard the sound, turned around and took the team in the direction indicated by Calvin.

The other teams also marched behind him in tacit understanding, supporting the flanking barriers for the advancing team several kilometers away.

This is the first time that Calvin has run "Legion Mode" on such a large scale. Judging from the current feedback, the effect is pretty good.

From his mental perspective, the company-sized Gray Knights were not simply accumulated in numbers or scattered.

Their wills were united under Calvin's hook, like a giant beast with teeth and claws, patrolling the surroundings with cold eyes, straddling the sky above the entire team.

In another brief encounter, ten Death Guards met Golden on the ruins of a hospital.

As Astartes, they didn't say much after meeting, and attacked each other with the tactics they were good at.

The head filled with disease and curse was thrown as a grenade by the defenders, and then it was shot in the air by the Gray Knights who had expected it.

The long-range weapons of both sides began to roar at the first time, and while the violent missiles sent "cordial and friendly" greetings to each other, the characteristics of the two teams also revealed obvious differences through their respective tactics.

Nurgle's lackeys obviously have some stereotypes about these Gray Knights. They are still staying put based on past experiences and trying to rely on the evil god's blessing to endure this round of damage.

However, the reinforcements that arrived from both sides in an instant gave them no time to regret, and they fell into a hail of bullets surrounded on three sides.

In just the first round of strikes, at least half of the Death Guard lost the ability to fight, and the remaining ones became prey in the eyes of the oncoming Gray Knights, waiting for their execution.

The halberd of the Nemesis filled with psychic energy crackled, and charged towards the Death Guard under the wave of the leading arbiter and champion swordsman.

The leader of the Death Guard sergeant's weapon was easily chopped into pieces. Before he could react, the blade of the Nemesis Halberd bit deeply into the rotten and twisted Mark III power armor.

The battle took less than one minute from start to finish.

Hidden behind the seemingly smooth battle are high-intensity, high-precision and inescapable exchanges of firepower and bloody melee combat with psychic strikes.

These extremely specialized killing effects would not be possible even if the number of mortal troops were increased hundreds of times.

Their weak bodies cannot even withstand the aura of disease that comes with them, not to mention the reaction speed of those bulky weapons, which may not even touch the corners of their clothes.

This is the war between the Astartes. The absolute number of firepower projections is meaningless here. Only the ultimate effective killing can stop the existence of such armor and firepower, agility and strength.

And this is also the main significance of the existence of the Gray Knight.

Five minutes later, as the entire team continued to move forward, Calvin's team on the other side of the army also arrived here.

With the increase of the group's will led by him, he clearly saw that the other party had noticed the abnormality here.

A force of no less than 30 Death Guards has begun to assemble directly in front of the advancing team.

More countless zombies slowly gathered around them at their call.

Behind these walking corpses, Calvin could vaguely see some figures wearing the uniforms of the local defense forces. The sound of tracks of tanks and heavy artillery made Calvin understand that the opponent's main force had arrived.

"The troops that went forward retreated!"

"The two wing teams began to intersect!"

"The second-line troops advance forward, cut through the encirclement and then retreat directly!"

"The core team is ready for stroller teleportation, and scalpel strike mode is on standby!"

The silent spiritual energy is transmitted to the node in front and returns quickly.

The Gray Knights on the battlefield also continued to intersperse with each other in a tacit understanding, taking advantage of the fact that the enemy in the distance had not arrived to clean up the corpses on both wings.

The enemy's bulkiness and slow response were particularly obvious at this moment. He clearly had dozens of times the strength advantage but was completely unable to use it.

This is the advantage of "legion mode".

With the blessing of "legion mode", they can completely ignore the pressure of the opponent's large group of troops, often jumping repeatedly on the boundary of the enemy's main force's firepower, and continue to hinder the opponent's pace with a flexible attitude.

With the blessing of "Legion Will", the friendly forces on the wings and rear can accurately take advantage of the enemy's unstable foothold to cut up the opponent's team trying to outflank them with sharp surprise attacks, and then, with the blessing of information from the entire front line, move away with one blow.

Not willing to fight.

If the entire battlefield is observed from a macro perspective, the asymmetry between the two sides is fully reflected at this moment.

This is the first time that the Gray Knights have appeared on the frontal battlefield against Chaos in a complete "legion mode". It is also the epitome of the unique combat mode in the eyes of the enemy and friendly forces for a long time to come.

"The silent blade always cuts accurately from the gaps between the opponent's bones." said an Astartes Chapter Leader who had seen the complete process of the Gray Knights' combat.

"Duang!"

Zaratul, the commander of the Death Guard, smashed the table in front of him for an unknown number of times, and anger erupted uncontrollably from his heart.

Ever since he took refuge in his loving father, who was known for his calm mind, losing control of his emotions was already a distant and unfamiliar thing.

But today, under the constant teasing of the enemy in front of him, he experienced the feeling of anger for the first time in a long time.

Fortunately, everything is worth it. The outflanking on both wings is already in place. Under the swarm charge of armored tanks, the inevitable powerful sweep is about to take place.

"These jumping bugs!"

He thought bitterly, imagining how the opponent would resist the charge of the Leman Russ heavy tanks under the attack of ground cannons. For a moment, he even recalled the glory of the Great Expedition era... Buzz!
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A huge psychic stance appeared under his feet, and the powerful shock wave caused the remaining mortal officers around him, except for the Death Guard, to be instantly torn into pieces.

Before he could figure out the situation in front of him, twelve tall figures appeared in the middle of this dazzling spiritual light.

A total of twelve Holy Shield terminators, driven by Gray Knight veterans, had just teleported over and started a devastating killing spree in all directions!

"Decapitation strike!"

This idea just appeared in the mind of this veteran of the legion era, and the same teleportation light behind him began to shine:

He even had time to look back and see three giants as tall as knights and titans, wielding three-meter-long and half-meter-wide swords as huge as door panels, which filled his pupils...

The Fearful Knight of Heavenly Punishment makes his debut!

The giant sword slashed through, leaving behind the lower half of the Death Guard's body still standing in place. As for the upper half? Well, it's still where it is...
To be continued...