126: Chapter 126 Chaos

When the Defense Force on the right flank completely withdrew from the defensive line.

The beach combat zone in the eastern part of Coastal City had completely turned into a pot of boiling porridge.

Overall, it could be described in one word: chaotic!

It was as chaotic as a bowl of illogical Eight Treasure Porridge!

When Ming Shen, Liver Emperor, and the others brought the elites of the Scourge Legion and arrived panting at the combat zone from the western highlands.

What they saw was a scene that made them question reality.

They saw millions of wailing Orks and those muscular men from the Brotherhood of Steel, wearing tattered heavy armor, surrounding a dozen Chaos Space Marines and beating them up frantically!

"Is this the legendary Chaos Space Marine?"

Flash held his plasma gun, looking at the chaotic battlefield ahead, and couldn't help but complain,

"They don't seem like much. Just in terms of visual intimidation, these tin cans don't feel as fierce as that two-and-a-half-meter-tall Thunder Warrior Ushtan."

Liver Emperor swung his Power Axe and casually hacked to death an Ork Boy who rushed over to join the fun.

"In terms of physical strength and individual quality, these monsters contaminated by the Warp are indeed not as fierce as the first generation of Thunder Warriors created by the Emperor himself."

Liver Emperor said, while giving a professional evaluation from a high-level player's perspective,

"But these old antiques have very sophisticated tactical coordination! Doesn't the lore say that Chaos Space Marines are all mindless lunatics corrupted by evil gods? When these lunatics fight, their fire support and melee interweaving are actually more organized than our Scourge Legion, which is just absurd!"

Just as Liver Emperor said.

On the battlefield not far away.

Those dozen Chaos Space Marines who walked out of the rift quickly formed several standard three-man and five-man tactical squads.

A Chaos veteran held a heavy Bolter to provide fire suppression;

Two veterans brandished Chainswords to cover the flanks;

And others were throwing corrosive poison gas grenades in the rear.

Their tactical proficiency, honed over ten thousand years, was already etched into their bones.

But the problem is.

This kind of sophisticated squad tactic couldn't unleash its intended power in the current illogical and chaotic battlefield!

Because on the entire battlefield, not a single serious person was playing by the rules!

Players were wailing and hacking at Orks, Orks were excitedly hammering Chaos Space Marines, and Chaos Space Marines were firing furiously at players!

A three-way melee, all of them were a bunch of lunatics who didn't care about martial ethics!

However.

The Chaos Sorcerer who brought about this terrifying disaster was currently standing on a towering reef at the edge of the beach, looking at the meat-grinder-like chaos below with a sickly face.

"Yes... just like that!"

The Sorcerer raised his staff high, his voice trembling, "Slaughter! Chaos! Death! The more blood that flows, the better!"

Amidst the death and wailing of countless mortals, Orks, and players, the Chaos Sorcerer clearly felt the feedback from the gazes of those great beings deep within the Warp.

He was shaking violently with excitement, as if he had received some kind of evil gift.

However.

Just as he was immersed in this twisted fanaticism.

He keenly noticed that below the reef where he stood, three strangely shaped demi-humans were huddled together, whispering something.

One of them was a player with green scales and a crocodile body, [I, Lu Bu, a Loyal Minister of the Han].

"Brothers, did you see that guy's equipment clearly?"

Crocodileman Lu Bu pointed at the Sorcerer on the reef and analyzed in a low voice,

"That guy doesn't have a Bolter on his back, nor does he have a Chainsword in his hand. He's only holding a broken wooden staff. Do you know what this means?"

Beside him, a short rat-man [Playing Valorant Is Too Noisy] played along, "What does this mean? Is he a weakling?"

"Wrong!"

A lion-man player [Is This Melon Ripe] who had just joined the alien player squad shouted loudly with a thick Northeastern accent,

"Need you ask! No gun but holding a stick, in the game, isn't that just one of those low-HP, low-defense elite mage monsters? Just hack him and that's it!"

The lion-man player was obviously impatient, and the mutated physical quality of lion-men was extremely excellent.

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the Chainsword in his hand, kicked his legs hard, and like a real beast, leaped onto the reef and slashed fiercely at the Chaos Sorcerer!

However.

He hadn't even touched the corner of the Sorcerer's clothes.

The Chaos Sorcerer sneered contemptuously.

He didn't even dodge, just casually raised his staff and spat out an obscure syllable.

"Whoosh—!"

A ball of ghostly blue Warp psychic fire erupted out of thin air, directly engulfing the lion-man player in mid-air!

"Damn, so hot..."

In just one second.

The lion-man player didn't even have time to scream before he was completely burned into a pile of scattered black ash in mid-air.

Below the reef.

Crocodileman Lu Bu and the rat-man 'Playing Valorant Is Too Noisy' looked at each other.

"The lion-dog died well!"

Lu Bu praised him mercilessly,

"He used his own life to help us test the Boss's move! This is a high-magic-damage elite monster!"

The two didn't hesitate at all.

They expertly pulled an anti-psychic repulsion injection from their pockets and jabbed it into their thighs.

To be safe, the two took out a red Thunder stimulant and stabbed it into their necks.

"Old strategy of drug-popping! Go!"

Crocodileman Lu Bu let out a roar, tightly gripping a heavy two-handed greatsword modified from steel plates with both hands, stepping on the reef, and rushing up like a tank.

The Chaos Sorcerer on the reef looked coldly at the mutated demi-human rushing up.

Although he was a little curious why these seemingly mindless aliens were mixed in with the human ranks and could use injectable stimulants.

But he didn't take this beast that only knew how to melee seriously at all.

"Die, mortal!"

The Sorcerer raised his staff again, preparing to release a psychic fire capable of melting bones.

However.

Just at the moment he raised his staff and mobilized the Warp energy within his body!

"Hum—!"

A sharp stinging pain suddenly came from deep within the Sorcerer's brain!

It was as if hundreds of steel needles were stabbing into his central nervous system at the same time!

The psychic power that should have been surging was now as sluggish as a stagnant pool of water.

After holding it for a long time, only a pitiful flame smaller than a lighter emerged from the tip of the staff.

Let alone burning someone to death, it was even difficult to light a cigarette!

"What's going on?!"

The Sorcerer's face changed drastically. This bizarre phenomenon instantly reminded him of that special unit of the Empire—the Sisters of Silence!

Only that kind of monster born without a soul could suppress the power of a Psyker on a large scale!

However, if it were pure Sisters of Silence, his internal psychic power should have completely dried up the moment they approached, instead of just being significantly weakened like now!

There was no time for him to carefully think about the logical loopholes.

Because that Crocodileman, whose eyes were red from the drugs, had already rushed in front of him like a gust of wind.

Lu Bu immediately unleashed a straightforward, wide-open, no-nonsense combo!

The heavy sword, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound, slashed three powerful consecutive blows at the Sorcerer's head!

Although the Chaos Sorcerer was arrogant, he didn't want to return to the embrace of the Warp in such a confused manner.

He could only retreat three steps in a sorry state, narrowly avoiding the deadly triple slash.

"Mortal, you are courting death!"

The Sorcerer keenly seized the brief moment of stiffness after the Crocodileman finished his three moves, when his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet arisen.

He drew the sacrificial dagger from his waist, preparing to hack off this Crocodileman's arm with one strike.

However.

Just at the moment he was about to exert force to swing the knife, a sharp pain suddenly came from his right knee!

The Sorcerer looked down abruptly.

I don't know when, but that inconspicuous rat-man, whose height didn't even reach his thigh, had silently sneaked to his side.

The rat-man player [Playing Valorant Is Too Noisy] was holding a heavy iron hammer with both hands, looking at him with a sly grin.

That hammer just now had firmly smashed the kneecap of the Sorcerer's right leg!

"Crack!"

"Despicable mongrel!" The Sorcerer let out a painful roar.

Although under the nourishment of the Warp power, his shattered kneecap was healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But this heart-piercing pain and fracture still inevitably caused his movements to pause for half a second.

And it was this fatal half-second pause.

Crocodileman Lu Bu had already caught his breath and retracted his heavy sword.

"Die for me!"

Lu Bu let out a strange cry and unleashed another round of chaotic, violent hacking at the unstable Chaos Sorcerer!

A dignified high-ranking Chaos Sorcerer was actually being beaten into retreat by two demi-human players, one tall and one short, using this most rogue, most shameless 'hit-and-run' tactic!

He had just repaired the slashed wound with psychic power, and his knee was hammered again;

He just wanted to chant a spell, and the Crocodileman opposite him would disregard everything and slash his face with the sword.

Frustrating! It was simply a huge humiliation!

And on this chaotic beach, many lone Chaos Space Marines also encountered the same miserable treatment as the Sorcerer.

Although their proud Bolters and Chainswords could kill a player with one strike.

But the problem was, this group of players was not afraid of death at all!

Often, just after a Chaos Space Marine hacked a player to pieces, three or four players would pounce on him from the side.

Some hugged their thighs, some smashed their helmets, and some even tried to stuff grenades into the exhaust vents of their Power Armor!

The Chaos veterans were either firmly suppressed by this unscrupulous rogue tactic.

Or they were hard-filled to death by players using their lives, forced into a trade.

On the contrary, those millions of wailing Orks, except for relying on their overwhelming numbers to pile to death some Chaos Space Marines who made positioning mistakes, spent most of their time hurting each other with the Chaos Space Marines.

On the other side.

The core of the entire eastern battlefield was that Daemon Engine as huge as a mobile fortress—[Defiler].

At this moment, this terrifying killing machine was being frantically besieged by an Ork Warlord who was over five meters tall, with muscles cast like molten steel, leading a group of heavy-armored Orks holding large-caliber bombardment guns!