Chapter 232 Massacre
Savitar has been staring at this alien beast. There are a bunch of laceration wounds on its body, and its two egg-shaped eyes have left uneven craters with liquid flowing. When it jumped down, it planned to use one of its remaining legs to hammer Soshyan into the wall.
But it failed, a hot sword cut off a section of charred bone.
In an instant, the carapace burst, blood flowed, and the sword was swung in mid-air, forming a fatal arc.
“Leave it to me!”
Eventually, death fell from the sky.
Savitar fell from the nest owner's head like a flapping bat, and struck it hard on the head with his halberd.
Lightning trembled along the great murderous weapon as it ignited its engines, even as the hive master struck Sevatar with half of his sword limb.
Savitar only had a simple layer of metal armor on his body. The fragments of the armor were torn apart under the impact and scattered on the metal plate like hail.
But he was close enough.
"We finally meet, you old dog!"
His upper body, covered with scars and nerve nodules, was exposed in the air, with the blood and flesh splashed from the last blow still flowing on his body.
The Prince of Crows stared at his prey, and the nest master also looked down at the mortal enemy that had entangled their tribe for a century, overwhelming psychic power emanating from it.
At this moment, man and monster stare into each other's souls.
Savitar let out a disdainful sneer, and the monster's throat rumbled in response.
Then the muscles connected to its chitinous armor began to tighten, and that was all it took to warn.
No threats, no roars, the nest owner launched a direct attack.
Its body seems huge, but its movements are extremely fast, and its alien thinking makes its attacks unpredictable.
But unfortunately it met the Prince of Crows.
First company commander of the Eighth Legion.
One of the most dangerous Astartes.
Savitar resisted the dazzling attack of the opponent's claws with a leisurely posture. He could even see the tip of the opponent's claws producing an energy field that he had never seen before - the gene stealer should The proud claws can even tear through Terminator armor because of the mysterious position on the claw tips.
In principle, it can disembowel the enemy in front of it with just one strike.
However, in fact, the other party can always be one step ahead of it.
The sharp claws and the halberd collided with a thunderous explosion. Sevatar retreated slightly under the heavy blow, and then in the next second, he dodged the claw blade attack from the two left hands of the nest master, and then attacked from the nest master's left hand. The moment the sharp claw from the right pierced his position, Kan Kan jumped up like a crow.
The energy field covering the tip of the claw exploded when it penetrated the metal ground, sending metal fragments flying everywhere.
At the same time as the giant beast waved its weapon, Soshyan, who was not far away, quickly pulled the trigger of the pistol. The bullet drew a ray in the air and hit the joint of the left lower limb of the nest owner.
In an instant, the smell of burnt flesh and blood drifted towards Savita along with the steam generated by the explosion.
The monster's limbs were maimed, and it did not make a painful howl. As it moved forward, the useless severed limb had fallen to the ground - it used its claws to cut off the useless limb. Limb, quickly rejoining the fight.
“Don’t mind your own business!”
Savita jumped again, constantly stepping on various obstacles and walls, using precisely controlled movements to dodge every attack from the claws, and all with just a hair's breadth.
The huge frustration made the nest owner roar, and it was almost crazy, because it had realized that this person was playing tricks on itself.
Like a cat that catches a mouse but is in no hurry to swallow its prey. It responded with a powerful psychic roar, but this was of no use to Sevatar.
He focused on his torture and killing, wanting nothing more than to kill this enemy before he died. More painful.
The thickest parts of the Nest Master's armor were on the shoulders, head and back. They fought for a long few minutes. The number of chops Sevatar swung was so many that some of the teeth on the halberd chain saw broke off. Some power components also emitted black smoke.
In exchange, the nest owner's broken body was like a statue full of cracks, as if it would fall apart with just a light spray.
As for the blood, it has stopped flowing long ago. It has always stood in its own blood and fought against the opponent.
From the perspective of Soshyan, who was not far away, this was not a battle, but more like torture.
He had heard that in Terra's ancient past, there was a kind of torture called Lingchi, which involved wrapping the victim in a fishing net and then using a sharp knife to cut off the flesh piece by piece. The victim would remain conscious and receive medical treatment to stop the bleeding, until he was cut with more than a thousand cuts, watched alive as he turned into a skeleton, and then beheaded.
That's what Sevatar was doing.
He was peeling off the carapace, skin, and tendons of the nest owner bit by bit, using the wildest weapons to perform the most precise surgery.
Soshyan once again had a new understanding of the cruelty of the Eighth Legion, which also made him even more wary of this former traitor.
Savitar dived again, lowering his halberd like a cavalryman wielding a saber, passing through the gap in the claw blade and stabbing into an eye.
Thick bloody tissue sprayed onto his cloak, and when he fell to the ground, the nest owner was already crumbling.
The two mortal enemies faced each other again. The wound on the Nest Master's right eye was so deep that it reached the bone, with pus and tissue fluid flowing down the wound.
"Next is your other eye, and then your life."
The Prince of Crows sneered.
When the nest owner staggered towards him, he jumped up and then fell down, a painful but hoarse roar sounded behind him.
The halberd's chain saw was almost filled with flesh.
He turned around suddenly and used the handle of the halberd to break the other leg of the nest master. When it collapsed, he pierced the head of the halberd deeply into the beast's spine, then grabbed it with both hands and let it pierce through the broken leg. exoskeleton armor, then torn subcutaneous muscles, and finally to fragile flesh and easily dismembered bones.
The engine of the halberd spit out black smoke, and the saw teeth began to rotate slowly, like a mining machine, digging into the flesh and blood rock formations. In the process, the nest master let out a howl with psychic impact.
But it still had no effect on Savita.
"I said, you will definitely die in my hands, this is what I saw."
The Captain of the Crow Prince had a mocking smile, then twisted his hands and fiercely Wring, give a curse, and pull.
He pulled and sawed the halberd like a butcher, making the wound wider and wider.
Blood spurted out, and the alien screamed again, spitting acidic saliva from its damaged teeth, which fell to the floor with a hissing sound - it had intended to spray it at this mortal enemy, But it was blocked by an invisible barrier.
"Then... it's all over!"
Savitar gave one last tug on his weapon, and the beast's head was free.
After the creature collapsed, it convulsed once or twice. The wounds on its body oozed sour liquid and black blood. At the same time, the air was filled with a strong stench, which was somewhere between a morgue and a butcher shop. Suddenly, it broke through the air filter and stuck to everyone's sinuses.
But no one cared about this stench. After the death of the nest master, the pure-blood mutants lost their command and began to become chaotic and primitive. They could only be killed one by one by the Astartes beside their master. .
Everything is really over.
(End of this chapter)