Chapter 590

Pariah Nexus, Hive World of Mesmork,

on the silent streets, two Necrons holding Gauss weapons were sweeping through the streets of the hive city.

The Cadian 184th Regiment landed on this planet a few days ago and began to clash with the Necrons.

This regiment was led by the famous psyker and prophet of the Saint Doraemon Church, Reina, and most of the warriors came from the former Ashfold and its descendants. These sons of the hive city were extremely good at urban warfare, and this hive city was the best place for them to exert their skills.

Relying on their own skills, faith, and Saint Doraemon's gadgets, they cooperated with the Astartes who landed on this planet to launch operations.

An imperceptible energy arrow suddenly broke through the air, and the metal head of one of the Necrons popped, and then it fell to the ground.

The other Necron hurriedly looked for the direction from which the energy arrow was shot, but before it could react, its head also popped, and it fell heavily to the ground.

Ratling sniper Hobian White-Deer slowly lowered the Ranger-type long-range sniper rifle in his hand.

This thing that felt like bone, as if it were a living thing, was won by him from an Aeldari Death Jester with his marksmanship.

Aeldari things are good; Necron skulls are sturdy, and ordinary laser sniper rifles and large-caliber steel needles are difficult to kill with one shot, and neurotoxins are useless against these skeleton frames, and he, a Ratling mouse, couldn't carry heavier weapons.

But Aeldari and Necrons are old rivals, and their weapons are largely designed to target Necrons, often able to kill Necrons with one shot, and are light enough, very suitable for him, a short little old man.

Hobian White-Deer twisted his body and used his mouth to pick up an lho cigarette from his jacket pocket.

Smoking too much of this thing is bad for the eyes; how can a sniper smoke this thing? Big Sister Reina scolded him many times for this, but Hobian White-Deer never corrected it.

After all, one of his eyes had long been a mechanical prosthetic eye; can smoking damage a mechanical eye?

He moved his body, wanting to light the cigarette in his mouth with the smallest movement, but half of his body still didn't listen to him.

This was an old problem.

Back in Ashfold, in order to snipe that Hive Tyrant, half of his body was corroded by poisonous spore fog. Although it was cured later, it still left a small problem.

As he got older, this problem became more and more serious, and Big Sister Reina had persuaded him many times to let him retire and be an instructor or something.

But Hobian White-Deer liked sniping, liked lying in the shadows, holding the gun in his hand, waiting for the enemy to come before him, then pulling the trigger, watching the enemy's panicked look at the moment of death.

Over the long years, Hobian's marksmanship had become more and more proficient; he even sometimes turned off his mechanical eye and sniped purely by ethereal feeling, and still hit the target every time.

Almost everyone he met couldn't match him in marksmanship; he once competed in marksmanship with a Raven Guard Captain, and the final result was just a draw.

Except for their Ratling champion, the great Saint Doraemon, and Boss Zhou Yun, no one had ever been able to surpass him in marksmanship.

Besides liking sniping, another reason he insisted on being on the battlefield was... he was the last old man of the Cadian 184th Regiment.

He was not from Ashfold, but a veteran of the Cadian 184th Regiment who followed General Droste to fight in the galaxy in his early years.

Those veterans back then either died on the battlefield of Ashfold, or fell on the battlefield of Cadia, or died in the long wars, or had retired and become instructors; only Hobian White-Deer insisted on being on the battlefield.

He felt a kind of stubbornness, feeling that if he retired, wouldn't the former Cadian 184th Regiment disappear completely in the torrent of history?

Ratlings are like this: cunning, bastards, vengeful, and never willing to admit defeat.

Even though he was almost a hundred years old...

The lighter in Hobian's hand fell from his wrinkled fingers before it could be lit.

"Damn."

He cursed, but his voice was very small, so small that it was almost inaudible.

Hobian White-Deer suddenly felt weak and powerless.

Stasis?

His thinking was a bit stuck.

Hobian knew this phenomenon; many Astra Militarum soldiers had experienced similar situations in the Nephilim Sector.

But the Cadian 184th Regiment had tenacious faith, and most of them had resistance to this phenomenon.

Hobian actually had it too, but his resistance was not as good as those from Ashfold; perhaps his faith was not firm enough, perhaps his age was too old, or perhaps it was simply because he was a sub-human.

"Old thing, almost a hundred years old and still not admitting defeat, going to die here, huh." Hobian cursed himself, leaning against the wall in extreme fatigue; his will was decaying rapidly.

He sighed a bit; their mission was actually very simple, just to tear open a gap on the battlefield and create a landing site for other main forces. The mission had actually been completed, the main force had already begun to land,