Chapter 112 Demon host, psychic power, but I am immune to demons
Impatience, terror, violence, spiritual energy like waves churning in the subspace, those with weak souls will vomit, coma, and unconsciousness in just a moment, while those with strong will can barely resist. Those violent emotions make the Space Marines instantly aware , in this blurred zone between subspace and reality, something came out of the High Sky.
But they still expected mortals, so they didn't shout the thing's name, they just said it. "Mortals, get out of here!"
The Imperial Guard would not give in. It was not that they had not gone head-to-head with the Space Marines. The Empire's hammers were never afraid of aliens or heretics, but the blood-red sergeants and the angels clothed in the broken flesh of the orcs shouted. "Get out of here!"
It was a war cry that was only used against aliens or heretics. The violent sound was enough to damage the central nervous system of mortals. Although they were merciful, it also made the soldiers of the fourth Skadi regiment feel like flash bombs exploding at extremely close range. tinnitus.
Although they still would not retreat until Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer said. "That's right, listen to the angels. Let's retreat. Get behind me and don't stay too far away. The angels and I still have something to do."
The Imperial Guard carried out the orders of the officers without any doubt. After the sound of neat retreat, the gray thing in the tunnel revealed its true appearance, with sharp teeth, cat-like eyes, chains binding its body, and the festering and dilapidated body. With gray skin and a human-sized body, it's hard to call it anything remotely "cute" like a squirrel.
"Heresy..." The sergeant raised his bolt pistol and fired, almost instantly. The thin psychic shield blocked all the empire's sophisticated explosive bombs.
The body of the heretic floated. Its limbs had withered and shrunk because they had not been used since childhood. They had been using spiritual energy to float. The stinging screams of creatures that did not belong to the physical world filled the tunnel. Even the space warriors could not help it. Kneel down on one knee…
They raised explosive bombs and weapons to fight back, but their powerful psychic stance was enough to resist most attacks from the physical world. The existence of the demon host has the abilities of subspace creatures and physical creatures, both immortality and the ability to appear in reality. ability.
Now the monster is angry because of the little consciousness of its host. It is ridiculous to say that the Empire's sword is actually pressed to the ground by psychic energy and unable to move because a pet died of its owner.
But that kind of power is definitely not fake. The psychic energy is so powerful that even the leaked consciousness energy fills the surroundings with blue electric sparks. Its oppression only takes a few seconds, and the ceramite armor of the Space Marines begins to crack. .
The sergeant pulled out his weapon and shot the scythe at the monster. Superman's strength and destructive stance broke through the psychic shield. When other space warriors could only raise their hands and return with difficulty, the sergeant could still explode with such terrifying power. This shows how strict he is with his training.
"I am of the blood of the Ultramarines, and we must not let down the glory of Macragge!"
"Brother! Shoot!"
When the psychic shield was pierced, a war cry that shook the world appeared in the narrow tunnel. "A natural disaster is coming!"
Next came the chainswords, explosive bombs, a small amount of plasma, and even the individual anti-vehicle weapons used by the Astartes, which almost overflowed with terrifying destructive explosions, and the Emperor's roar burned everything.
Kane's senior staff have commented on the powerful firepower of the Space Marines. As the blades of the Empire, they have the most sophisticated weapons and equipment in the universe, which is enough to deal with most of the aliens and heretics in this world. In order to allow the Emperor's Angels to continue Fighting, everything about them is the best.
Those finely crafted weapons were pierced into the demon's body, and the demon's body instantly turned into dust, mummy-like char, and even completely lost its biological characteristics.
But the core of the demon host is not the host, but the demon. As a subspace creature, even if the body is completely dissipated, it can still be resurrected. Compared with the body, the soul of the demon host is the most important.
The soul is connected to the creatures in the material universe, and the wisdom generated by the creatures is projected into the subspace. This matter is complementary to each other. Although there are creatures with weak spiritual power but wisdom, there are almost no existences with strong spiritual power but stupidity, regardless of mastery. Psionics and subspace communication both require countless wisdom.
Although I don't know if this squig has a special variant, based on the current situation, it can be judged that this squig definitely has human-level intelligence, so it is also immortal like a human host.
The body that had turned into charcoal began to resuscitate visibly with the naked eye, and the psychic shield was repaired instantly. There is no physical means to expel a demon, but it is not impossible to kill the demon host, but the conditions are strange. Sometimes only flames are needed, and sometimes it is sunlight. , sometimes weapons made of silver. This seems to be related to both the host and the devil.
In other words, although the current Space Marines can destroy the host body, they cannot punish heretical demons, unless there are specialized psyker troops or weapons and equipment that can punish demons...
The destruction was only in exchange for the wrath of the demon host. The terrifying heretic sent out a psychic shock, which was a technology that absolutely crushed human sanity. It can also be roughly judged that this demon is good at spiritual energy.
Compared with the weak witchcraft produced by human psykers who carefully study the subspace energy in their short lives, the power of demons can threaten the existence of real demigods. The terrible spiritual impact spreads here, even for space warriors. The non-commissioned officers of the Destroying Eagles couldn't help but cover their heads and shout for the Emperor...
But the untouchables are very few human beings, very special, and very terrible genetic mutations. They are like a black hole, sucking all the spiritual energy and soul into themselves, and then dissipating. No one knows where those spiritual energy went, but Even ordinary people will feel sick and uncomfortable because their souls are being pulled, let alone subspace creatures.
Alan Bair's badge was exerting that effect all the time. When those psychic screams continued to expand in the corridor, the soldiers of the 4th Skadi Regiment felt nothing. They just looked at the damn alien, curious about how it was used. What methods can be used to make the Space Marines miserable?
"Don't move, all members of Skadi's Fourth Regiment, don't move. I'm going to leave for a while. During this period, if you hear or feel anything, don't believe it, don't move, don't understand it."
"Staff officer, I have always trusted you the most. If a soldier moves more than three meters away from where he is, shoot."
"Colonel Ryan, I know very well that your will is like a solid stone, like a gift from the emperor. You should survive, so protect them here." Alan Bair ordered them one by one. Such an atmosphere made It gets serious here.
"What are you going to do, Lieutenant Colonel? You still have many things to do and you still need to continue to serve the Emperor." the staff officer asked.
"Commander of the Fourth Skadi Regiment, I deny your tactical plan. The more people there are, the better." Colonel Lane replied.
Alan Bair shook his head. "No, no, no, only I can handle this matter." He looked at the damn fusion of alien and heretic. With the ability of the untouchable, he could only see a disabled jumping jump floating in the air. But he knew that that thing was the real deal...a demon!
The empire keeps absolutely secrets about demons. Even imperial officers will maintain memory cleansing and various tests from the Tribunal to decide whether they will have their memories cleared or die. As for ordinary mortal soldiers and empire residents, they will be dealt with uniformly.
Subspace is such an existence. As a subspace biological entity, demons are its representatives. Unlike those strange existences that are vague and cannot be distinguished from hallucinations or reality, demons will begin to bewitch a person for a long time once they know it. of.
Demons are difficult to kill. Having seen records related to demons, physical people and those with weak consciousness will become the bridge between subspace and reality. Although the empire often contacts subspace for long-term space travel, it has no tolerance for demons. But it is extremely low, and only angelic and powerful wills like Space Marines can know of its existence.
Therefore, Alan Bair is even very grateful to the Destruction Eagle Chapter. Their kindness is not revealed in words, but their actions still express their little humanity for the Skadi Fourth Regiment.
And now in this narrow road less than a mile long, the three forces of the Imperial Guard, Space Marines, and Demons are intertwined here. The complicated situation and narrow illusions made Alan Bair realize that he must find a way to make this situation better. Finish.
And there is no doubt that this hulk still left him a big gift.
Alan Bair stepped forward. The ability of the untouchable is not stench and shielding, but absorbing those things, even the souls of living people. The Space Marine's armor can use its completely closed self-system to be immune to any physical toxins in the universe. But I still feel the nausea I haven’t seen for a long time...
It stinks, it stinks so much, it feels like human clothes that haven't been washed for several years are stuck to their armor, all over it.
"Ugh..."
"Ugh..."
"Emperor! Help me!"
Space Marines are extremely strong-willed, but obviously, Space Marine armor has kept them away from the stench for too long, but this is understandable. You know, ordinary people with weak wills and weak souls will vomit and diarrhea directly next to untouchables. Without weapons, a psyker like the Navigator would simply be unable to bear it, give up any of his responsibilities, go kill that thing, and even lead the battleship into a subspace storm for him.
But even so, nausea was better than having his head cracked open by psychic energy. The Space Marine sergeant got up, and all the previous pressure and psychic control disappeared. "Thank you, mortal, for saving us with your Dark Age technology."
"But you still shouldn't come here, you are looking directly at it, and you will be severely investigated by the Inquisition next, because..."
Alan Bair said immediately. "What, sir, are you confused by your sleep? I don't see any heresy. In fact, I just saw that you were suddenly in pain and came over."
"If you are talking about subspace creatures, in fact, after I turn on this device, I can hardly see subspace creatures."
"There is no way, untouchables are just like this. I stuck to this device and enjoyed the disgusting feeling the whole time."
The sergeant choked up, then answered. "Don't take that thing off, mortal, and let the sorcery of the Dark Ages continue to protect you. The Emperor bless you, you are so lucky."
"Next, brothers, shoot!"
Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, so many space warriors shot. To be honest, Alan Bair was still the one who was shot the last time he saw it. The sense of security must be full, but such an attack still cannot destroy it. Demons, in fact, even the abilities of untouchables cannot directly destroy the demon body.
According to legend, there are counter-psionic or anti-psionic beings that are more powerful than the untouchables. Individual individuals can even completely destroy demons by getting close to them. However, Alan Bair cannot do this. He is not even interested in those psychic tricks. Clearly.
In the absence of a way to destroy the demon host, Alan Bair became the only thing that could help the Space Marines. Although the demon host could use psychic energy to mobilize rocks or corpses to smash the Space Marines to escape the situation where psychic intervention was impossible. To human demigods, those things are completely incapable of causing damage.
If this continues, the Skadi Fourth Regiment and staff will be destroyed by the despicable heretic machine soul of this battleship. Only the Space Marines can leave here, but the mission of destroying the hulk will also be completely disrupted by the demon host.
This host has a strange tendency to love greenskins. If the remaining greenskins thrive with its help, there are at least 100,000 greenskins left here. With all their troops, they can still forcibly control Mandeville Point. .
Moreover, the machine spirits here are extremely hostile to humans. Obviously, they will not give up until all humans in this sector are starved to death.
The lieutenant colonel could only use his little mind, then open his personal void shield, and pick up various objects to greet the mutant Jumper while the Space Marines and Demon Hosts stared at each other.
He picked up the flamethrower first. "Ah, there is a green skin, not dead yet?!"
Whoosh, whoosh, the flames burned the demon host. There was no doubt that the demon host hated this untouchable person, and now it was burned fiercely. It charged directly with all its strength, but when it got close to Alan Bair, The psychic energy suddenly disappeared, fell to the ground, and turned into a big rubber ball, rolling around on the ground.
Alan Bair can indeed take this thing away directly, but the device needs to be charged, and being on the battleship in this state is likely to cause the navigator and astropath to go crazy, as well as a lot of vomiting, and he himself can't stand it.
Alan Bayer could only "naturally" step on the ball in front of everyone, and then ask. "What are you fighting, angels?"
the sergeant replied. "Mortals, don't..."
He stopped because he saw Alan Bair using various weapons on the ground to smash, chop, and mess with the demon host. Although the demon host was not afraid of physical attacks, it could not help but be held by an untouchable person. Get all kinds of strange green-skinned weapons or Astra Militarum equipment...
Scrooge's helpless, surrendering wailing was brought out. Alan Bair looked at this poor alien and heretic who was beaten with blood and blood, and there was a trace of emotion in his heart...
Annoyed, he cursed in his heart, why is this thing so sturdy? He shouted harder, and the Space Marine also understood that this mortal couldn't see the devil, and he clearly knew the situation better than anyone else!
Next, in order to improve efficiency, the Space Marines stood next to the Imperial Guard officers, collecting any usable gadgets on the battlefield and even around them, and handed them to the Lieutenant Colonel to execute the heretic.
I have to say, listening to that thing that was so majestic just now wailing was very loyal and refreshing.
But the Skadi Fourth Regiment cannot bear to stay inside the chaotic battleship for a long time. They must kill this thing quickly...
In this way, the long execution continued until Alan Bair himself felt exhausted. At this moment, the Space Marine handed over a special thing, which was the animal taming pincer of the dead orc boss. It was also made of green skin, with a long handle and a Clamp stuff.
And Alan Bayer vaguely felt that this thing could...
He raised the pliers and approached the demon host. The thing had experienced countless tortures and was now unresponsive to various attacks. Under such circumstances, when he saw the pliers, it immediately trembled and struggled.
Alan Bair immediately stepped on it hard, and the Space Marines also pressed it urgently. You know, this is almost a car-heavy war brother plus an adult male. The devil instantly became more honest.
"Ha, found it, go to hell! Heretic! For the Emperor!"
The beast-taming pincers were raised high, and the fatal attack fell immediately. The fate of the entire galaxy, the fate of the sector, the fate of tens of billions of humans, and the fate of the Gondwa sub-sector were all linked to this attack...
Drive out, drive out all the evil spirits in the subspace!
"For Ultramar!" the sergeant couldn't help shouting!
And that weapon has fallen on the devil...
I went out to play today, and there were so many more. By the way, why don’t I use numbers to represent chapters? Isn’t Chapter 111 bad?
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