Chapter 173 The alien must die! !

"boom!"

The sharp blade in the elf's hand hit the armor on Reed's arm, and sparks burst out.

"No breakdown?"

The elf warrior looked at the scene in front of her with confusion, but in an instant she was knocked away.

"This kind of thing can also be used as a weapon?"

The sharp blade was played with in Reed's hands like a toy.

"It would be boring if this was just your weapon."

Reed used a slight force and the sharp blade was broken in half.

"Let me see what other skills you have?"

At this time, Reed deliberately opened his arms as if to welcome their attack.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

The moment the sword touched Reed, the violent rebound instantly numbed the arms of the elf soldiers who attacked him.

"boom!"

Reed launched another attack, this time grabbing the heads of the two elves with both hands.

"Bang! Bang!"

With a little force from Reed, the heads of the two elves were crushed alive, and brains of various colors were covered in Reed's hands.

"asshole!"

Looking at these compatriots dying around him, an elf soldier cursed and hit Reed's helmet with a mace.

"boom!"

Not only did the nails of the mace fail to penetrate Reed's helmet, but it broke off due to excessive force.

"how is this possible?"

The elf looked at the mace in his hand and said to himself in disbelief.

Reed grabbed the elf soldier's head, and then took away her mace.

"no, do not want!"

The elf soldier cried out and tried to break free from Reed's restraints. She struggled desperately, and she hit Reed's armor with her feet until there was a crisp sound.

Her legs were actually kicked to pieces, and the broken bones and blood were floating in the air.

"What…………"

Just when the elf soldier was trapped, her face was suddenly pressed against the mace.

"Click! Click! Click! Click!"

One after another, the sound of the mace piercing the skull kept ringing.

"click"

With a sound, the body of the elf soldier was thrown to the ground like garbage.

Her entire face was stabbed, and her skull was turned into fragments and stuck in the flesh. Her beautiful face turned into a pile of rotten flesh or blood and brains under Reed's constant impact.

"who is the next?"

Although Reed was loyal to the Empire at this time, his essential feelings had not changed. He was still the cruel and murderous Space Marine.

"It's really boring. The Sons of Cruelty and the Crueltyrs should be the two troops to deal with you. Unfortunately, I don't have the habit of torturing the enemy."

Reed looked at Lydia and said slowly.

"You have a great head, I want your head to be the decoration on my backpack!"

Reed rushed towards Lydia. This time he had an adamantine dagger in his hand, which was a gift from one of his former friends.

Reed held the dagger behind his back and stabbed Lydia. As a warrior who once believed in Khorne, every move Reed made was an absolute killing move, and each move was aimed at taking Lydia's life.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Lydia struggled to resist Reed's killing move. She was already considered the most powerful warrior among the high elves, but she was still not enough in front of the Space Marines.

"Go to hell! Alien!"

Following Reed's voice, the dagger stabbed directly into Lydia's neck, and then with a forceful lift, Lydia's head was easily removed.

"click"

After removing Lydia's head, Reed installed it on his armor stand. Reed had another trophy that belonged to him.

While the Empire was dealing with the Elves, another Imperial force was also dealing with another race, the Dwarves.

Many people will feel that dwarves belong to the subhuman race of the Empire in a sense, but strictly speaking it is not (whether in the story or outside the story) that the dwarves are basically classified as aliens most of the time.

(Note: GW also divided the space short men into the alien camp when dividing the camps)

In the City of the Furnace, the dwarf city lord is negotiating with the imperial negotiators who came to negotiate.

"Submit to the Emperor and destroy the statue of the so-called Forge God so that you can survive."

To be honest, they don't want the dwarves to be exterminated, because the dwarves have great talents in a sense.

The characteristic of dwarves is that they are very talented in judging the use of weapons and armor. Even children of the dwarf tribe can beat experienced craftsmen, except of course professionals like salamanders.

Moreover, dwarves are extremely talented in forging and crafting, and are good at fine craftsmanship, which is exactly the opposite of what it seems. Even the elves have to admire the sophistication of the dwarfs' craftsmanship.

Dwarves have very dexterous hands and can easily perform the work of tailors, and dwarves are also experts in the use of fire.

The dwarves do not blindly worship the gods, but they are close to the God of Forging. This is also a big problem for the empire. They are already heretics.

Moreover, the buildings of the dwarves are very durable. There is even a saying that "it is left to the dwarves to build strong houses." The door locks and iron chains are extremely strong and beautiful.

For example, where these negotiators are staying now, the City Lord's Mansion of the City of Furnace is built underground. The entire city is almost a huge blacksmith's shop. The furnace in the middle is driven by magma, and around it are the markets and residences of the dwarves. district.

(Since the original work does not describe other aspects of dwarves, some of them were supplemented or written by the author himself)

"I am the King of the Forge and the Lord of the Furnace City. You can call me Jim."

A short man with a long beard sat opposite the negotiator. This was the legendary dwarf.

This time the negotiators knew more or less something about the Wotan Alliance, so they were hostile to the dwarves as a species.

"I hope you can understand. We will not surrender to any one species. We are who we are, you bunch of skinny monkeys."

As a dwarf, Jim has a necessary skill, bad mouth.

"You'd better take your magic stick friends and get as far away as possible. I'm not interested in your human affairs. The dwarves have no intention of getting involved in anything about you. As long as you don't invade the Crucible City, we will still have it." "talk"

"No, you must destroy the statue of the so-called God of Forging. This is our bottom line."

"Then lower your bottom line! Skinny Monkey!"

The aesthetic of dwarves is that they are short and have a thick body. In a sense, they are like a cement pier, short and round.

"Skinny Monkey! Get out! We will not believe in the so-called emperor! Let alone push the statue of the sacred God of Forging!"