Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 544 532. Prime Minister of Demonic Patterns
Yingyang raised the weapon in his hand high and pointed it at the figure that appeared in the smoke.

It was an unknown figure, a figure who came out of an extremely dark place in subspace.

But when the man walked out of the smoke, the team members who were still nervous were suddenly a little surprised.Because what came out of that subspace gap was not some monster, a terrible demon, or some terrible incarnation of chaos.

It was an old man, a white-haired old man, wearing a linen hood and holding a scepter firmly.The old man was not tall and held his waist, as if he had only reached Yingyang's waist. The old man moved forward slowly with his own crutches.

After seeing the opponent approaching, a team member raised his weapon and looked at the old man and said in a calmer voice.
"Don't come any closer, old man! Or we'll open fire!"

But the old man did not listen to the soldier's words, and instead continued to move forward. The team member was a little annoyed. Although he wanted to step forward, he thought of the inhuman things coming out of the subspace, but did not dare to step forward and touch him. bump.Yingyang didn't know why such an old man walked out of the gap in subspace, let alone what this man wanted to do.

But in their team, one member fell to the ground in horror. The Nicasans, a spiritually intelligent race from the frozen comet, had already felt the powerful spiritual energy in the old man.The Tau are unable to feel the powerful psychic energy due to their own subspace projection, but the Nicasa can.

This harmless-looking old man exudes a dazzling black light, a light that shines tens of millions of times more than the sun.

The huge psychic power made this Nicasa man dare to look at him. Even the few microseconds when he didn't have time to turn his head made his eyes feel like they were pricked by needles. pain.Even if he didn't look at the old man, the power in the old man was still eroding his sanity.

"Who are you? Spare me! If you leave my range of feelings, I feel like I'm going to burst!"

Seeing the painful wailing of his subordinate Nicasa, Yingyang immediately raised the fusion cannon in his hand.No matter what kind of person the opponent is, it is obvious that the opponent is too powerful and must be prepared!

"Stop your actions immediately and arm yourself with psykers, otherwise! We will attack you immediately!"

The old man in front of him seemed to be really frightened, and slowly stopped in his tracks, but then the hooded old man suddenly raised his left hand and reached out to the other person.

After Yingyang saw the opponent's movements, he shot a cannonball with quick eyes and hands.The hot plasma solution flew towards the opponent quickly, but the old man snapped his fingers with his left hand, and the plasma solution quickly turned into clean and clear water, hitting his feet.

Yingyang was completely shocked.

And the old man glanced at the clear water flowing at his feet, and finally said the first sentence
"Do you want to use the weapon you designed to deal with me? Commander Shadow Sun, is this a bit too naive?"

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand again and pressed it down violently. The powerful spiritual power directly suppressed the five team members severely.Yingyang could hear Arthur's wailing, and could also feel his power armor trembling in pain.

The current commander only wants to understand one thing, that is, who is this person in front of him? !Who is he serving? !
Fortunately, this problem was quickly solved, because a dozen warriors with flames stepped out from the endless darkness behind the old man.

Yingyang looked at the tall warriors decorated with skulls and black armor, looked at the immortal heroes wrapped in flames, and said bitterly
"The Cursed Legion..." At this moment, she suddenly recognized who the old man in front of her was, and the shock quickly covered up Yingyang's anger.That old man does not belong to this era, because he belongs to the great man of the golden age of the empire more than 1 years ago, the first prime minister of the human empire, Malcador, known as the Prime Minister of Magic Patterns.

Legend has it that in order to protect his friends, the great vizier fought a decisive battle with Horus and sat on the Golden Throne resolutely.After the human emperor killed Horus and was seriously injured on his shoulder, when Dorn carried him back to the Golden Throne, Malcador was already a skeleton without any soul and breath.

But now it seems that this is obviously nonsense, because the Demonic Prime Minister is still alive, alive in the subspace, and still serving his friends and his master!
When Yingyang watched a dozen terrifying undead warriors coming from the subspace, he knew that the final fate of himself and his men would be to be killed by those black-armored warriors.

Unexpectedly, the Astartes did not fire at the first moment, just like those who were completely unable to move, but walked towards the street in an orderly manner.The prime minister looked at the direction the Astartes were leaving, and walked in front of Yingyang. He looked at the alien woman under his feet, and said calmly

"You should feel lucky, Commander. We are not here to kill your army. We are here just to do what humans have done in the past, to destroy the nightmares we have created with our own hands in the past. The creation called the Iron Man was buried with his own hands.

Therefore, the Cursed Legion will attack your army instead. We can leave after we deal with the remaining Iron Men. You don't have to worry, your troops will suffer losses. "

Yingyang used all his strength to raise his head, looked at the gentle and compassionate old man in front of him, and cursed through gritted teeth.

"You...this...group of...murderers..."

"But they are not life, and they cannot be counted as life, because when my friends and I created the first Iron Man, we did not give them life, only gave them programs."

The palm-printer calmly recounted a fact, looked at the woman in front of him and continued

"And you don't know what these iron men did to us. Tools are tools. If they resist their masters, they are a group of out-of-control tools. They should be dismantled and melted into metal.

Just like you, after the tools in your hands are destroyed, will you still keep them?Doesn't it take up space?Shouldn't they be turned into new tools or discarded? "

Malcador sighed and shook his head, as if he was regretting Yingyang's ignorance and recklessness.
"Whatever you think about it, these legacy of the dark age of technology must be cleared away, if they are kept, they will only become new tools for the Lord of Change."

After saying that, the prime minister wanted to leave, but he just took two or three steps and stopped again.After a while, the prime minister looked to the side with a gloomy face, and blue smoke was slowly forming.The prime minister looked at that place and said angrily

"Are you going to stop our actions here again? Master of the Great Temple?"

(End of this chapter)