Chapter 394: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Dominic abruptly raised his head, looking toward beneath the Ice Dragon Statue.

The four-armed figure that had sat motionless all along had opened his eyes at some point.

His pupils were deep teal, like an ice-sealed deep sea, calmly watching Dominic and the other two.

From the moment they pushed open the Ice Gate, this gaze had already fallen upon them, quietly observing for a long time.

Divine Envoy Si.

One of the Ten Divine Envoys beneath the Frost Dragon Throne, and one of the earliest Cold Soldier commanders.

He had long since stood up; his nearly three-meter frame brought an overwhelming pressure, four arms hanging naturally at his sides, fingers faintly glowing with ice-blue spirit light.

The believers rushing forward immediately stopped their steps, respectfully retreating to the sides, leaving a passage.

"I was still wondering who dared to intrude upon the Dragon God's resting place."

Divine Envoy Si's voice was low, carrying the hoarseness of one long unspoken; his gaze swept over Kasaduo and the other, finally landing on Dominic, accurately locking onto the target beneath the Optical Camouflage.

"Imperial man... or an Untouchable, no wonder you could reach here."

Dominic gripped his pistol tightly, heart pounding wildly, yet forced himself to remain calm.

"What are you? And what is the Frost Dragon?"

Divine Envoy Si did not answer his question, merely tilting his head slightly, as if sensing something.

After a moment, a trace of realization flickered in his teal pupils.

"The Mother Queen's link is severed; the Hive Cluster's will is isolated."

"If not for every 'believer' carrying Psyker Fluctuations, these two Untouchables interfering with the fluctuations..."

"Perhaps I truly would not have discovered you."

He muttered softly, almost inaudibly.

Then he looked at Dominic, his tone devoid of anger, only a programmed coldness.

"I originally intended to enter seclusion awaiting the Mother Queen's return, but since you've delivered yourselves to my door, stay here and accompany the Dragon God in slumber!"

The moment his voice fell, his four arms rose simultaneously.

The temperature of the entire Ice Hall plummeted suddenly.

Ice spikes on the dome began to crack; fine ice thorns condensed on the ground, and even the moisture in the air turned into sharp ice shards, sweeping toward the three of them.

At the same time, Divine Envoy Si's figure became a teal residual image, carrying a bone-piercing chill, charging straight at Dominic.

The Ice Dragon Statue stood silently behind him, the Ice Lotus Flame flickering dimly, illuminating the believers awakening throughout the hall.

Like a nightmare that had slept for a thousand years, it finally descended upon reality at this moment.

Despite Dominic's half-life of warfare, having breached the Chaos Fleet's blockade and trodden slaughterfields piled with Green Skins, he could not help but feel a trace of regret that things had gone wrong.

He had calculated that the Savage Tribe lacked high-end detection equipment, and the Optical Camouflage Device could fool the naked eye.

He had also calculated that the Silent Sisters' Untouchable Force Field could shield Psyker Perception, and even the Sapphire Ring on his middle finger that shielded Spirit Power Traces had never been removed.

Under the double Concealment, let alone a primitive Savage Tribe, even the Tribunal's hounds might not lock onto their trail at such close range.

But he calculated everything and missed one thing: what slept deep in this Ice Hall was not ordinary human believers at all.

The moment over a thousand blue-gray pupils turned in unison, the air seemed frozen.

"Go!"

Dominic, finally recovering from shock, barked lowly, his Laser Pistol already in his right hand.

High Energy Beams fired in rapid succession; three dazzling red lights sliced through the Ice Hall's gloom, precisely piercing the heads of the three believers in the front row.

Kasaduo and another Silent Sister guarded him on the left and right.

The invisible Untouchable Force Field unfolded to its full extent, like an invisible barrier, completely dissolving the surging Psyker Fluctuations around them.

Believers kept raising their hands to shoot Ice Cones and Psyker Rays, but those attacks carrying Warp Energy, upon touching the force field's edge...

... like ice and snow falling into a bonfire, instantly melted away.

【Their spirit power is suppressed, but their close combat strength is too strong!】

Sister Elaine quickly made a gesture.

Then her Power Sword drew a silver arc, cleaving a believer lunging at her diagonally from shoulder to half.

Yet the opponent's broken upper body still reached with its Claw Blade toward her face, until she backhanded a sword strike crushing its head, only then did it completely slump down.

These believers were all absurdly agile, strength far beyond ordinary humans, their joints able to twist at angles defying human structure, pain nerves seemingly completely degenerated.

If not for the fact that most still maintained human form now, bare-handed without standard weapons, fighting only with their hands, the three would have paid a price at the first encounter.

"Keep retreating!"

Dominic made a swift decision.

This was the enemy's home ground; over a thousand Gene-stealer Hybrids swarming in, even if he wore Terminator Armor he would be torn to shreds.

The clasp on his left hand's Mechanical Prosthetic popped out; micro-propulsion devices on his back, both shoulders, and outer calves simultaneously ignited pale blue flame streams.

This was the Propulsion Device equipped on the Stealth Suit, originally meant to cross ice crevices and cliffs, now the best choice for increasing mobility.

The two Sisters activated their propulsion devices simultaneously; three figures, using recoil, suddenly shot backward like three rabbits fleeing their holes, heading straight for the Escape Tunnel at the Ice Hall entrance.

Ice shards were whipped into the sky by the propulsion devices' airflow; the believers' sharp claws behind them missed repeatedly, only shredding a few lingering residual images.

The vast majority of believers could not catch up to this speed; their bodies were better suited for close combat brawling, with enough short-range burst but insufficient for long-distance raids.

Yet only a single figure was the exception.

Divine Envoy · Four.

That nearly three-meter-tall, four-armed figure was practically skimming across the ice surface, the cyan gown flapping loudly at high speed.

His speed was only faster, not slower, than the three at full thruster burst; both feet tapped the ice wall for leverage.

His whole body then borrowed the reaction force to soar airborne, clearing the believers' heads and intercepting the front of the exit.

"Want to leave?"

Divine Envoy · Four's voice rang out indifferently.

He raised his right hand, and the ground before him abruptly bulged; amid surging cold qi, a wall of ice several meters thick rose from the earth.

The crystalline ice surface gleamed with a metal-like cold light, sealing off the only retreat solidly.

The instant the ice wall rose, Dominic's mechanical prosthetic hand had already hurled a flashbang grenade.

High-intensity shockwave and piercing humming blasted open in the cramped space; the solid ice wall shattered at the sound, countless ice shards flying in all directions like bullets.

Smoke dust and ice mist spread out, obscuring vision.

The three Dominics just wanted to charge straight for the exit under cover of the explosion,

But the very moment the ice wall shattered, a biting blade light had already pierced through the ice mist, heading straight for Dominic's head.

It was that Pipe.

Divine Envoy · Four had long anticipated their breakout direction; one slash sent forth, the cold blade qi even arriving a step ahead of the blade edge.

Upon landing on Dominic's face, a line of blood appeared.

Too fast.

Dominic's pupils contracted sharply; the thrusters couldn't reorient in time, the mechanical prosthetic hurriedly raised to block, yet simply couldn't match the blade's speed.

He could even see clearly those cyan-gray, utterly waveless pupils behind the ice mist.

This was absolutely not a gaze a human would have.

But the next second, a silver figure fiercely crashed into Dominic's side, shoving him hard out of the way.

The fierce blade edge swept across at a slant, as easily as cutting butter tearing open the light armor, from the Sister's left shoulder all the way to the right waist.

Ceramic steel and fiber bundles were of no use before this one slash; red blood sprayed out, splattering onto the cold ice surface, blooming a dazzling flower.