Chapter 301: Not Fully Achieved
Aware of the scrutinizing eyes behind him, Soshyan turned to face Gorgli, walked over and extended his hand.
"I would like to thank you for your intervention."
"How..."
These two words were all Gorgori could say, his senses still There is no recovery from the song unleashed by the devil.
"The power of will."
Soshyan said calmly. His face had already recovered. He didn't notice Golgri's face when he was lying on the ground covering his ears. He waited for Golgri's sight. Recovering, Soshyan has put on his helmet.
But the scene of him defeating the demon was still seen by the other party, so he had to give an explanation.
“That’s all, the power of will, that damn witchcraft is not worth mentioning in front of two warriors like us, right?”
“Yes, I think so. ”
Gorgli also felt that his thoughts were too strange, so he took Soshyan's hand and pulled himself up.
The pyramid was suddenly shrouded in eerie silence. The remaining demons fell to the ground after their master died, curled up and crying, like children who lost their loved ones.
"It seems that this time we-"
Halfway through the words, Golgri suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight behind Sosh Yang.
Soshiyang immediately turned around, only to see the headless demon corpse floating on the ground again.
"I haven't failed yet! Soulless!"
After saying these harsh words, the demon suddenly rose into the sky with a roar and disappeared into the darkness.
“These things are really stalking.”
Soshiyang sighed. He was now tired, confused, and a little worried.
"Kill all remaining enemies, then destroy this place and let's leave."
After saying that, he turned around and walked along the broken pyramid towards the cheering warriors.
Golgri picked up his weapon and watched the scene of victory unfold before him.
But Soshiyang could notice that his chest was rising and falling with laborious breathing. It was obvious that the other party was using incomparable willpower to refuse the painkillers injected by the armor and make himself lose consciousness.
"Brother, you need the pharmacist to take care of it for you."
"This?"
Golgri smiled heartily.
"I have suffered much more serious injuries than this. You can't imagine how quickly I will stand up again. When the time comes, I will be able to teach you one or two new moves in the training room."< br>
Even after experiencing this brutal battle and witnessing the lives lost, Gorgli was still able to be so optimistic and cheerful.
Soshiyang felt that his mood was much more comfortable, and he also smiled.
"It's a pleasure to fight alongside you, Gorgori."
"Me too, brother."
Golgri nodded.
“But I have a hunch that we still have a chance to fight together before the end of this battle.”
“If you always get this kind of injury, it will be useless, I’m serious. Yes, you need a pharmacist."
"Nonsense, there are people who are more seriously injured than me, and they need a bone saw."
"You never learned to accept the fact that you were injured, right?"
Soshiyang said with a smile.
“Never, but that’s the way the Scions of Dorne are, isn’t it?”
“I can’t say.”
Soshiyang said, waving his hand. Signaling a Soul Drinker's apothecary to come over, ignoring Gorgri's staunch objections.
At this time, Marcus also walked up.
He looked at Soshyan and pointed in the direction of the top of the pyramid.
“Did you kill her?”
“I think you read that right.”
Soshi Yang’s slightly humorous answer, in fact, Marcus was They were all suppressed by the singing, and he saw nothing.
"Well, it seems we are lucky."
Marcus took a deep breath, the air was still filled with the smell of the demon's disappearance.
"Now let us destroy this source of disaster."
At this time, Soshyan's communicator suddenly sounded, and then Farzad's sad voice came out.
"Chapter Commander, Lazo and Alexander were killed in battle..." Upon hearing the news, Soshyan's mood suddenly fell to the bottom.
"You...protect their bodies, I will deal with them later."
"Yes."
Seeing Soshyan's gloomy face, Gorg Li opened his mouth to ask, but then his communicator also rang.
After a few seconds, his expression became similar to Soshyan's.
Marcus probably guessed what happened, but he had nothing to say. He could only quietly arrange for people to destroy the altar.
While the elite forces of the two battle groups were working hard to destroy the subspace altar, the soldiers who stayed in the Ministry of Justice fortress also faced difficult challenges.
Hold the fortress against the tide of enemy attacks.
Although the fleet in orbit inflicted huge damage to the enemy before the enemy group even approached, the light of the bombing could be seen even a hundred kilometers away.
But there are too many enemies and they come one after another.
When the orbital bombardment stopped, large groups of enemies had surrounded the fortress.
The brutal offensive and defensive battle started immediately.
“They are coming!”
The soldiers on the guard post shouted.
The heretics charged from the thick fog, and at the same time some huge figures stood out among the cult soldiers.
Not only the pagans participated in the attack, but also many things that appeared in nightmares.
These whip-wielding Slaanesh banshees drove the heretics into battle, pounced on the defenders' guns like a pack of vicious dogs.
In a sense, they use those believers as human shields.
"Block them!"
Yarrick ordered calmly.
Then, the heavy bolters on the guard tower opened fire, and the defense lines on the walls and gates also roared. Heavy weapons joined the battle, automatic cannons, laser cannons, all the muzzles of the guns jumped and roared and spit out tongues of fire.
Intensive firepower pours on the enemy charge, causing considerable damage, slowing down and scattering them.
Thousands of explosions and impacts caused bodies to fall apart or fly into the air.
Bright laser and plasma trails intertwined on the battlefield, and large groups of mortals in robes were harvested. Yarrick's face hidden by the brim of his hat smiled, and he saw many figures trembling and falling to the ground. .
However, what comes must go.
The enemy also took out all the heavy weapons they had captured or made.
Artillery and machine guns roared and fired in the distance, providing support for the chanting infidels who were making a suicidal charge.
Shells and bullets smashed into the walls, blowing away pieces of masonry and tearing apart the doors.
The defenders began to suffer casualties.
If that was all, then no matter how many enemies there were, Yarrick would not be afraid, because they could kill them all.
Even more terrifying are those they cannot kill.
When the pagan team approached behind the protective wall, extremely fast figures spurted out from the thick fog.
That is the agile Slaanesh Banshee.
Ignoring the laws of physics, they were like missiles, crossing the wide trench outside the wall with thunderous momentum, and plunged into the defense line at the top of the wall, leaving the main body of the army far behind.
As soon as it landed, it immediately started killing with whips and crab claws, and let out a playful and wanton laugh.
"Let's have fun together!"
A large group of imperial army soldiers were harvested like ripe grains. They were fascinated by the laughter and the fragrance emitted by the devil. They stood there and were split in half, their flesh and blood Splattered in all directions, the remains of the body flew everywhere.
“Drive them off the wall!”
Yarrick shouted angrily:
“If you continue, the wall will collapse soon!”
Suddenly, a precise blast shot down a howling banshee from mid-air.
The demon's waist exploded and turned into a pool of pus.
"For the Emperor!"
Ustad ran up the stairs toward the top of the parapet, with Darwin, another warrior, walking alongside him.
They came to the top of the gate, and now the wall was covered with blood.
The soldiers who were seriously injured and bleeding to death used their frantic heartbeats to drive the slight pulse of blood. The red stream gurgled down along the grooves on the wall and poured into the trenches, like rust in iron pipes. water.
(End of this chapter)