Chapter 466 The Strongest Duel King
As a black force under Blackwatch, although the Dark Tide team has only seven people, each of them has their own unique skills, and their fighting spirit and skills are amazing, they can be called the heroes of the Empire.

The team members enjoy the best treatment level in the Empire. With the support of the Legion, even the armor they wear is made by Hogg himself. In order to ensure supplies behind enemy lines, each person has a dimensional pocket to deal with emergencies.

Even in an emergency, they can directly call for orbital bombardment, and if the situation permits, an extermination order is not impossible.

In short, relying on their own strength and Hogg's support at all costs, the Dark Tide Team is fully capable of destroying a hive city, and if they do not act within the sphere of human influence, these monsters may even kill some small races.

But no matter what, there is no shortage of experts in the galaxy. The Dark Tide team, which is used to looting, smashing and burning on weekdays, has hit a wall this time.

Looking at the densely packed obelisks of the dead below, 47, the Death Mark shooter, felt his scalp tingling. Even though he had no scalp, his thought processor still simulated that emotion.

Under normal circumstances, 47 would be delighted to be able to experience a variety of emotions, but now he thinks being a heartless machine might be a good thing.

"Sigma, you idiot, didn't I tell you not to move? Didn't you hear me say that the red button is the final awakening protocol?"

"Yeah! Why did you press that button, you bastard? Why don't we just steal the things and run away? You deserve to die!"

Sigma shrank back as he was accused by everyone, thinking to himself, how could I have known that you Undeads would place such an important switch everywhere, and paint it in a striking red color that makes people want to press it when they see it.

But there was no time for them to argue with each other. The people in the underground tomb had no way out and the surrounding Necrons had completely surrounded them.

As the captain, Seven immediately sent a distress signal to the "New Nippori" in orbit, but he didn't receive any response even after pressing the communicator until it was almost smoking.

As more and more undead gathered, Seven ordered an armed assault on the spot. They had to fight their way out, otherwise everyone would die here.

After receiving the order, the Hive Tyrant Kogat instantly expanded back to a size of 6 meters, took out a large bulletproof vest from the pocket dimension and hung it on his body, took out a giant storm shield comparable to a city gate as a meat shield, and rushed directly towards the undead.

"cover me!"

Many days of training were fully demonstrated at this moment. The moment Kogat rushed out, Sigma, who was acting as the firepower man, took out his explosive pistol and started firing indiscriminately. He used a pistol with a capacity of only seven rounds to unleash terrifying firepower comparable to that of an aircraft-mounted rapid-fire cannon.

Seven and Guts killed those who escaped the net one by one to ensure that the formation would not be destroyed, and to protect their lucky compass - Kane.

"Waaagh!!! Blood sacrifice to the Emperor, skull sacrifice to the golden throne, damn alien, die!"

The young man from Krieg shouted a different slogan, picked up the engineer shovel and attacked, red, yellow and green lights shining, he was not afraid of the Gauss beams shot by the Undead, and also added a bloodthirsty BUUF to the team.

Seeing this scene, the Necrons, which had been leisurely before, suddenly went crazy. The basic logic in their thinking cores began to operate. Some advanced soldiers who still retained their sanity suddenly remembered the War in Heaven.

The green light shone, and more undead bodies were awakened. Among the ordinary undead infantry, wild scorpions began to appear.
Seizing the opportunity, 47, who shot and blew up the Taiwan Wasteland Scorpion, urged:
"Commissar, which way are we going?"

"East, I feel there should be a way out in the east, quickly bring 678 back, that stupid guy is rushing up with the engineer shovel again." Even though they were surrounded, no one doubted that Kane was right. In the experience of the past few months, Kane has proved his magical luck. It would be right to follow him.

Throwing away the already dented shield, the Hive Tyrant shouted loudly, and several psionic shocks followed, instantly knocking away two Lich Guards who wanted to attack from behind.

Other team members also threw fragmentation grenades, not seeking to kill, but hoping to stop the undead offensive.

Looking at the bulletproof plates on his body that had been dissolved by the decomposition rays, Kogat hurriedly pulled the thing off. Even though he was the Head Hive Tyrant, he was no fool. Facing this kind of Gauss weapon that ignored armor, his chitin armor was useless.

The Tyrant grabbed the little Krieg who was still trying to join in the fun, and as he ran back, he took the other teammates with him, and with his two long legs dancing rapidly, he rushed towards the east.

The Tyrant, acting as a bug-meat transport, was extremely fast. It carried six teammates along the way and fought its way through the overwhelming swarm of undead.

But what they didn't know was that a powerful will was observing them through the perspective of the undead soldiers, and a strong desire to win was surging in their hearts that had been silent for many years.

As they continued to flee, there were fewer and fewer Necrons in front of them. Just when everyone thought they had escaped, Death Mark Shooter 47 suddenly shouted in the internal communication:

"Brothers, I feel that Kane is not going to work this time. This is not a way out, but a dead end!"

As 47 finished speaking, the originally empty tomb corridor instantly deformed, and the space that could have helped them hide was directly transformed into a huge square platform. A five-meter-tall undead appeared in front of them.

Without waiting for anyone to ask, 47, the rebellious Undead, said in a trembling electronic voice:
"Quack! It's Imotekh the Storm King!"

Hearing that someone actually knew his name, Imotek looked at this strange team in front of him with interest. Even though he had lived for countless years, he had never encountered such a small group with such a complex composition.

Dog-men who had been extinct for many years, three strange humans being watched by warp entities, an individual that seemed to be a fragment of a powerful energy source, a Death Mark Archer of their own race, and a Hive Tyrant.

Based on the previous battle analysis, Imotek's logic array has matched their respective information, which is why he chose to appear alone:
"Interesting, really interesting. I am very satisfied with your wonderful performance. For this reason, I decided to give you a chance. As long as you can defeat me in the duel, I will let you go back."

Hearing this, several people looked at each other and thought that this undead overlord might have a hole in his brain. Are you from Nusria? You also like to watch gladiatorial performances. We are fools to fight you one-on-one.

Seeing that his side was outnumbered, Sigmar leaned forward, pointed at Imotekh and said mockingly:
"Bah! There's no need to talk about morality when dealing with this kind of evil and crooked way. Come on, brothers, let's kill this idiot."

Instead of getting angry, seeing the Dark Tide team coming towards him, Imotek became eager to fight. Instead, he agreed to this one-on-seven duel, and swung out his Annihilation Spear, shouting:

"Fighting is fun!"

(End of this chapter)