Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 202 Failure

After a silent farewell, the Silent Sister who was about to set off pulled the chain that tied the orcs to make sure it was secure. Then, she picked up the power sword and ranged weapons and rushed into the orc line with a group of mortal soldiers.

Originally, the team of the Sisters of Silence was a small canoe in the raging green sea, and now the canoe has split into an even smaller piece of wood.

Without the assistance of the Astartes, the Sisters of Silence would have to become the main force in this war.

Every Sister of Silence is a source of anti-psychic energy. When the Sister of Silence moves, the anti-psychic energy coverage area also moves. For those orcs who are suddenly covered by the anti-psychic energy area, they feel no less than the Protoss suddenly losing connection with Kara.

Therefore, orcs in the anti-psychic area will instinctively want to escape from this area. Even if they see the enemy, they will only think about repelling the enemy and will not think of chasing.

But there were too many orcs around. Even though the orcs' fighting spirit was weakened in the anti-psychic aura, the orcs inside would still be pushed to the center of the anti-psychic aura by the circles of orcs outside who were unaware of the truth and looking for a fight. So the imperial soldiers still had to fight with these orcs inevitably.

At this time, the Sisters of Silence's team was very close to the edge of the Blackwater Festival. This area was filled with waaagh energy that mortals and ordinary psychics could not bear. Therefore, the only imperial force that could break into this area was the Sisters of Silence.

Moreover, with the continuous investment of orcish troops, the human front line in the rear not only failed to advance as slowly as before, but even showed signs of being pushed back by the orcs.

The distance between this group of silent sisters and the main human army is getting farther and farther, and their hope of returning is becoming slimmer and slimmer. Even if their battle is successful, their end will probably be to be buried among the orcs and soon be forgotten.

But the soldiers on the Empire's side had no complaints. Gloria had said from the beginning that after entering the battlefield for the God-Emperor, they should not even think of surviving by chance. Since death was inevitable, the soldiers on the Empire's side, without exception, chose to embrace the glory of battle and die.

Unlike the orcs who had entered the anti-psychic aura, the Empire's warriors were inspired by the glorious deaths and were full of fighting spirit. They repelled the endless orc attacks wave after wave. Some threw away their weapons and fought hand-to-hand with the orcs with engineering shovels and daggers, while others rushed into the pile of orcs and detonated the explosives tied to their bodies.

Another Astra Militarum soldier was covered in blood, having lost a shoulder and half his face. His body had rotted into fragments so utterly white that bones were visible, yet he remained standing. Under his feet lay the corpse of an orc nearly twice his size, equally battered and beheaded.

Just now, he and several other Astra Militarum brothers had fought against this orc which was obviously larger and more dangerous. In the end, the other brothers used their lives to create an opportunity for him to deal a fatal blow to the orc, and he did not let his brothers' sacrifice go to waste.

Stepping on the corpse of the orc, the Astra Militarum soldier, who should have died long ago based on his injuries, raised the weapon of the orc he had killed and shouted loudly: "Blood sacrifice to the God-Emperor!"

"Blood sacrifice to the Divine Emperor!"

All the fighting imperial warriors shouted these four words together. Inspired by these short words, their already high fighting spirit became even more boiling. Many imperial warriors even gave up their original defensive strategy and took the initiative to attack the endless green tide.

The Sister of Silence wielded her power sword and pulled the trigger of her bolt weapon with cool efficiency, mowing down countless orcs before her like grass. She didn't join in the frenzy outside; maintaining a cool head was a prerequisite for becoming a Sister of Silence.

It seems that they have the upper hand now, but they are still some distance away from the point where they can detonate the waaagh energy.

There is actually no specific standard for the detonation point, but at least one thing is certain: the denser the external waaagh energy, the greater the power of detonating the orc wizard.

The Sister of Silence could not sense the concentration of waaagh energy, but through countless actual combat experiences with her predecessors, she had developed her own method of distinguishing the density of waaagh energy.

That is to observe the situation of the surrounding mortal soldiers and orcs.

The anti-psychic stance that a Sister of Silence can produce fluctuates. The weaker the external psychic energy, the wider the coverage area, and vice versa when the psychic energy is stronger.

The boundary between the human race and the orcs can be roughly judged as the edge of the anti-psychic stance.

Ever since she left the Sisters of Silence, the area covered by her anti-psychic stance has been shrinking, and its radius has been reduced by one third.

But it's not enough.

The nun had her own criteria for judgment. The orc wizard she carried was too weak, as small as a speck of dust.

Only when a speck of dust lands on the most critical spot on the most delicate circuit board can it cause the most serious consequences.

So, it’s not enough!

The Sister of Silence pulled the orc wizard on her back tightly and quickened her pace again. She brandished her weapon vigorously and, surrounded by fanatical imperial warriors, opened up a bloody path deep into the heart of the orc army.

Finally, after all the power weapons in her hands shattered, Sister Silent finally believed that the concentration of the surrounding waaagh energy had reached the requirement for detonation.

Sister Silent unbuckled the iron chain in front of her and threw the orc wizard on her back to the ground.

What we need to do now is to find a way to remove the anti-psychic stance in this area.

Sister Silent threw away the broken chainsword in her hand and drew out the spare dagger she was carrying.

She knew she had gone too deep and turning back was no longer a luxury, so she chose to release the anti-psychic suppression by losing her life.

But she did not choose to commit suicide. Even if she died, she would die in battle.

Sister Silent looked around. The imperial soldiers who had followed her had long been killed or wounded. Now she was surrounded by a circle of green-skinned boys, but those green-skinned boys did not attack her, but were waiting for something.

Soon what they were waiting for arrived. The groups of green-skinned guys surrounding them made way for them, and a giant orc that was more than twice as tall as a normal green-skinned man appeared on the battlefield. The giant orc's right hand was transformed into a ferocious power claw, and his left hand held a huge garbage power sword.

The green-skinned boys surrounding the Sister of Silence cheered. It was obvious that the status of this giant orc was higher than those ordinary orcs.

It looked like the orc wanted to duel with her.

It just happened to be what the Sister of Silence wanted.

Without any communication, Sister Silent grabbed her spare dagger and rushed towards the orc.

"Crack!"

But that orc was not only huge in size, but also moved counter-intuitively fast. Just as the Sister of Silence rushed in front of it and prepared to chop it, the orc swung its junk power sword first and chopped off the shoulder where the Sister of Silence was holding the dagger.

Then, the orc's power claw pierced Sister Silence's chest, grasped her still-beating heart, and lifted her aloft.

But even so, the Sister of Silence still did not surrender, but instead strangled the throat of the orc who was slowly crushing her heart.

Silent nuns have always been silent and low-key. They seem to have abandoned all human emotions, which is why they are so disgusting.

After all, no one likes a smelly, hard stone that can never be warmed up.

But at this moment, the nun glared at the enemy, and the anger in her pupils seemed to burn with real flames.

She broke her vow and spoke for the first time in twenty years:

"Monster! Die!"

There was a fanatical light burning in the nun's eyes. She couldn't wait any longer, she couldn't wait to die. She had already imagined in her mind the wonderful scene of the orcs' heads exploding and their brains splattering the moment she was killed due to the lifting of their anti-psychic stance.

But the orc did not choose to kill her immediately. Sister Silent suddenly saw a cunning smile on the corner of the orc's mouth.

Then, the orc slowly raised his other hand, in which he was holding the dying orc wizard whose limbs had been chopped off.

Then, just before crushing the Sister of Silence's heart, the orc crushed the wizard's head in front of the Sister of Silence.