Chapter 46 Bitter Victory
"Uh..."
When Soshyan pulled the sword out of Morinite's chest, the World Eater let out a low growl.
Then he swung the chainsaw blindly, as if holding a torch to banish darkness, but failed to hit any target.
The feeling of coldness and disgust coming from Soshyan became even stronger. Morinit felt that what was standing in front of him was not a space warrior, but a small black hole, which was swallowing his soul. Bit by bit pulled away from the body.
This feeling frightened him because his soul only belonged to the Blood God. If he could not return to the Blood God, everything he had fought for would be meaningless.
“Get away! Get away!”
Morinite screamed and tried to drive the other person away, but it was of no use.
The silver-gray silhouette flashed past him, and then the heavy serrated battle ax fell to the ground with a clang, and the hand holding the ax fell with it.
The blood of the World Eater was as bright as molten gold on the metal floor. The fuel tank was still burning, and the sparks were swept into the air by the wind, like a swarm of fireflies, and then melted when they fell back. To charred ashes.
The World Eater pulled out the fighting dagger from the scabbard tied to his calf and tried to stand up on his knees, but the tip of the sword was already under his chin.
"You failed, your so-called god did not bless you."
Soshiyang gasped, those extraordinary touches had left him, and the cold blood was freezing. his heart.
But he could still stand, and pressed the tip of the sword against the soft part of the armor at the World Eater's throat. The colorful colors surrounding the silver blade did not touch the surface of the opponent's neck armor at all.
"The Emperor will spit on your soul, die."
That moment is coming, and with just a flick of the wrist and a little bit of force, the World Eater's head will roll off his shoulders.
Soshiyang gritted his teeth and flicked his wrist.
But the blade did not move. It was quietly pressed against the World Eater's throat, but it could not penetrate.
There is no gasping when the trachea and arteries are cut open, no feeling when the head and neck are separated.
Soshyan felt a lump of ice stuck in his throat. His limbs were as heavy as iron. He struggled to control the arm holding the sword but was resisted. The blade still refused to move half way. inch.
As his limbs resisted him, a trembling numbness spread from his fingertips and climbed up his arms.
"Why is it this time..."
A strong sense of dizziness hit Soshiyang's head. The muscles of his sword-holding hand were locked, and the tight tendons pressed against the bones. .
The biting coldness overwhelmed his senses, his vision shrank, and everything in front of him was compressed into a line.
The next second, the sound stopped, and a feeling of dizziness stole the balance of his legs.
"Blood God above——"
It was a cold blow that refocused Soshiyang's world. Morinite suddenly rose up and hit his chest directly, and the fighting dagger sank into his chest. half.
Morinite took off his helmet and let out a big breath from between his teeth. His broken face was like a painful puzzle piece.
Then he pushed hard, trying to get the dagger to pierce the opponent's chest.
He was almost there.
The dagger penetrated the armor, black carapace, and rib plates, but before it touched his heart, a strong chill ran along the dagger and climbed onto Morinite's shoulders. He found that he had lost control of his arm. .
"Blood God! The Blood God is opening his arms to me!"
The World Eater smiled crazily, fell backwards and drew out his dagger.
In an instant, sticky blood flowed down the silver-gray armor intermittently. When he was about to stab him a second time, Soshyan's long sword had already penetrated his head from top to bottom. With a gurgling gasp, the World Eater's head, which was almost split in two, spurted out the last mouthful of blood, staining the eagle emblem on Soshyan's chest, and then fell softly to the ground.
"Well..."
Soshiyang let go of the sword, staggered back a few steps, covered the wound on his chest and fell to his knees.
He was lucky, the tip of the opponent's sword was just a little bit away from his heart. Although it would not be a fatal injury even if he was stabbed, he would have to train for a period of time before he could fight.
"Chapter Leader!"
The new recruits of the Chapter immediately gathered around nervously, including the pharmacist Nasin Balitaem, who immediately prepared a large amount of medicine Injected into Soshyan's body, but when he touched Soshyan's neck, he was startled.
"Chapter Commander! Your body temperature -"
Soshiyang raised his hand and shook it, signaling him to be silent. Balitaem immediately closed his mouth and silently dealt with Soshiyang. Wound.
After noticing that the body temperature had begun to rise slowly, Soshyan held down the pharmacist's busy hand and said:
"I'm fine. Hurry up and collect the gene seeds of the fallen soldiers. ."
"Yes."
Balita'em stood up and began counting the casualties.
In the previous conflict, 3 battle brothers were killed, 1 was seriously injured, and 3 were slightly injured.
The lightly wounded were able to move on their own, but the seriously injured mainly lost an arm and had head trauma. Balitaem simply dealt with it and prepared to return to the Starfire's medical treatment. He processed further in the room, and then turned to the three fallen soldiers.
He knelt beside the body of a battle-brother, his armor hacked to pieces but still retaining enough of its original appearance.
Balitaem turned the corpse over, and the deceased's helmet hit the floor with a thud.
Then he stretched out his hand and began to recover his brother's gene seed. First, there was a vibration in the healing hand, and then the built-in power made an insect-like chirping sound. The medical probe's electric saw and vibrating scalpel began to buzz. Cutting broken ceramics.
However, due to lack of experience, Balitaem's progress was very slow, so the pharmacist gritted his teeth and pressed the probe against the armor that was melted together by the impact and high heat. After applying enough force, he finally removed the armor piece. Cut out slits like blackened eggshells.
Then he quickly inserted his fingers and peeled off the warrior's neck protector.
The face of the dead warrior was horribly pale, with dried blood still smeared on it. His eyes were wide-eyed, as if he was glaring at the enemy until his death.
For a moment, the pharmacist did not recognize the identity of the deceased, but finally he remembered.
Moria.
A soldier belonging to the first combat team was also a recruit who underwent transformation at the same time as him.
The pharmacist closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the passing of his comrade, then put his gauntlet against the corpse's jaw and started the recycler.
With a moist popping sound, a piece of pink-gray flesh bounced into the small glass bottle of the medical probe. Then the pharmacist checked the piece of tissue with the naked eye, confirmed that it was still intact, and stored it in the memory.
After returning to the Spark, he had to further inspect the recovered gene seeds to confirm that there were no problems before they could be saved as reserve seeds for the war group.
As he got closer, he pierced the chest of the war dead with a drill, buried it deeply, and took out the second gene seed.
Although they are all new recruits, they have been undergoing transformation for more than ten years, and the new gene seeds have matured.
After collecting the gene seeds of the first war dead, Balitaem turned to the second one. With the experience of the first one, the progress of the second one was much faster.
During this process, Soshyan basically recovered his body temperature. After he touched the wound to confirm that the bleeding had stopped, he used the communicator to summon the technical sergeant to come and recover the equipment.
At this moment, a stumbling red figure broke into his sight.
(End of this chapter)