Chapter 241 Demon Host
This battle is so pure, without lofty ideals or grand strategies.
This is simple life and death. For this simplicity, there is only one thing to do.
"For the Emperor!"
Soshyan severed his enemy's head from his shoulders, opened his chest, and severed his legs from his hips.
His sword is always swinging, and he uses every move he knows to kill.
At this time, not only the dead Chaos Space Marines, but also the dead mortal crew members poured out of the gate, drowning the ten warriors in silver armor like a wave.
But they were destined to fail,
Savitar slaughtered the walking corpses by the dozen, tearing the corpses into pieces so broken that even the corpses could no longer fight.
They clawed at his body, beating against his armor with shattering fists, but the Crow Prince relished the melee, tearing them apart with a single swing of his halberd.
Thor's moves are less dramatic, but just as deadly.
Having emptied his pistol, he used the precise sword strokes of a master swordsman to kill his enemy.
He understands these subspace creations very well and knows that the only way to completely eliminate the enemy is to behead them.
Armin and his team are walking towards the entry arch with flags.
He was not retreating, but clearing a corridor for a possible retreat.
Soshyan had just slashed open a Chaos Space Marine when a huge crimson object suddenly struck from the right, slamming into his shoulder and knocking him to the ground.
Then, an armored boot fell with a thud, and Soshyan rolled out of the way.
He swung his sword at the warrior's torso, but the blade struck the rune-engraved power axe.
"Death comes for you, son of blasphemy!"
The dead leader of the Chaos Space Marines whispered in a muddy accent.
"When I'm ready, death will come."
Before he finished speaking, Soshiyang raised his sword with both hands to block the opponent's slash.
The power behind this move is great, and sparks full of energy spurt out from the collision of the two weapons.
The servos in the suit were increasing his power, and the stench of ozone filled his nostrils. Soshyan turned his wrist, letting the roaring blades scrape down his power sword.
Then he dodged a quick return blow and punched his enemy in the groin.
It was a good blow, powerful and well aimed, hitting the twisted joint between the pelvis and thigh.
After Soshiyang twisted it, he pulled out the sword blade forcefully.
Black blood spattered out immediately, and the smell was overwhelming.
This is the most disgusting thing in the world, even the helmet filter can't stop the smell.
Soshiyang was so out of breath that he even felt the urge to vomit.
The blood stopped flowing, and the Chaos Space Marine didn't even slow down.
"You killed my kin."
He roared lowly, and a layer of collapsing foam overflowed from his lips.
Soshyan did not answer and started attacking again.
Although his swordsmanship is better, the speed and strength of the enemy are also amazing. Even under the influence of gray marrow, this subspace creation is still a brutal opponent.
The sound of gunfire echoed in the distance, and the flash of the reaction explosion could only be seen.
The Chaos Space Marine began to laugh wildly, his battle ax turned into a blurry shadow, and the speed of blocking, defending and attacking reached an impossible level.
Liquid black flames danced along his shell.
"Savior, monster, traitor..."
The warp creation cackled and spun, an elbow narrowly missing Soshyan's helmet.
"The subspace knows you..."
"Too much nonsense!" Soshyan suddenly kicked the opponent's right knee. The moment the opponent lost his balance, his sword cut off the monster. 's left arm.
A stream of dirty blood spurted out, and there were a lot of things that squirmed, spread out, and rolled like insects.
The Chaos Space Marines struggled in the stench, their axes swiping at Soshyan's head.
Soshyan blocked the blow, his boot driving into the man's stomach like a hammer, and then something fast-moving and powerful hit it again—a stray bullet or a ricochet, perhaps.
Behind the broken helmet, the demon's face trembled.
As the cold that penetrated the core of the soul became more intense, the pain began to torture its essence. A boiling black liquid spurted out from its mouth, and its body became swaying.
"Blasphemy..."
Soshyan saw its flaw and stabbed his sword into his breastplate.
The sword blade was like a bolt of lightning, piercing through ceramite, flesh, bone, and the thing of the night, all the way through the back armor.
The dead Chaos Space Marine let out a frantic scream, and the sound echoed on both the physical and imaginary levels.
And the power armor on it began to rust at an extremely fast speed, turning into ashes in an instant.
In an instant, all the dead bodies fell down.
Ten blood-stained giants stood among the piles of corpses, like silent statues.
"It's not over yet."
Suddenly, one of them spoke. He shook the chain saw halberd in his hand hard, and threw the flesh and blood attached to it to the wall and the ground.
“The culprit is still on board.”
Soshiyang looked at the pile of ashes on the ground. The moment the other party died, a huge burning one appeared in his consciousness. The one-eye roared with hatred, corruption, and betrayal.
"Star Talk Room..."
He muttered to himself, and only Thor on the side heard him.
"What?"
"It's in the Astrology Room..."
Speaking, Soshyan suddenly opened his legs and ran towards the side passage. He looked at Savita and then immediately chased after him, as did everyone else.
The Star Language Room is also located on the upper deck, not far from the bridge area. They ran all the way, ignoring the gibbering and unconscious crew members on the road. Those people had no desire to attack, but just stayed dumbfounded. Wandering around, occasionally an unlucky person would appear in the path of the Astartes, only to be ruthlessly pushed down and trampled on.
But they couldn't even scream.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at the ship's astrology room.
But at this time, the Star Language Room had disappeared. The floor and ceiling were hollowed out, forming a cave-like hall, with a tangled mess of burning debris underneath.
A large number of evil emblems and heretical writings smeared with blood and filth hang from the exposed rafters.
In the center of the room, stands a monster-like Thinker computer three stories high, like a huge mechanical organ, swinging and swallowing the data core poured from the top, the furnace The same bloated body sprayed steam and smoke.
Entire astronomical chambers of cogitator computers must have been combined to create the massive engine that sat within the lair, its rusty black casing covered in writhing sinister text that sputtered out threats as it worked. murmured.
The scattered valves and armatures quivered like a swarm of buzzing insects.
A skinny body wrapped in rune bandages and with its limbs bound by chains floated above the huge machinery, crackling witchcraft energy surrounding his feet.
As if aware of someone approaching, it turned around, revealing its strange face with tattoos and its eyes, mouth, ears, and nostrils sewn together.
It has a one-eyed eye and a big mouth on each shoulder. When Soshyan and others approached, the two big mouths began to chant a terrible witchcraft prayer with a sharp tone.
"I finally know how they tracked us in the subspace."
Savitar saw this creature and suddenly said:
"A possessed person... Ha, they His guts are really fatter than the Death Guard’s ass.”
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhinging.
(End of this chapter)