Chapter 322 Death Sound
But even though he was stuck in the quagmire, the war in Soshiyang's heart remained undiminished. He was about to kill the strongest resident of this subspace and shake the gods to the highest level in the mortal world. force.
The roaring chainsaws drew semicircular crescent tracks, fanning the etheric winds, and the demon's counterattacks were defused one after another.
One person and one demon collided and separated, weapons and claws merged and separated, turning into invisible tornadoes that slashed and stabbed at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
"Death!!!!!!!!"
The chanter screamed, soaking Soshyan in a torrent of molecular vibrations, but he managed to survive.
At this time, the chanter's claws suddenly stretched out and scratched Sosh Yang's breastplate, and the other party immediately retaliated.
From the beginning to the end, the halberd was constantly swinging, slashing heavily into the muscles intertwined with etheric matter, causing the demon to howl wildly.
"I think you care about your subordinates."
The chanter said, pulling away from Sosh Yang's fierce attack.
"Do you want me to show you his pain?"
Facing the provocation, Soshyan could only attack harder and harder, his limbs became harder and harder, and his halberd was swung so fast that Reality seems to be torn apart by it.
With a sneer, the demon threw everything within reach towards Soshi Yang.
He is alive, his warriors are still alive, the creatures of the Warp feed on fear, but here, fear has no place.
“My concert is not suitable for people like you,”
The big demon summoned a new wave of impact, almost making Soshiyang stagger.
"Reality is not suitable for you either"
Soshiyang swung the rapidly rotating chain saw over the ugly body with his backhand, tearing open sores from one end to the other, Then the devil's claws also scratched across his breastplate, almost tearing off a piece of his flesh.
Blood now joins the cycle of war, the bright red of humans intertwined with the purple charm of the great demon.
“You ruined my perfection!”
The daemon screamed again, throwing the Space Marine away and dissolving the ground beneath his feet.
Then it swooped forward with one clenched paw and clawed at his neck, forcing Soshyan to retreat further.
“This is my lord’s favorite piece of music!”
Soshiyang immediately hit back, twisted his wrist, and used his halberd to cut off the big demon’s arm, and then took advantage of the situation. Another wound was opened on the side of the big devil's abdomen.
Burning ichor spurted out from the sores made by the saw teeth, and was then doused by the ichor.
But the wound did not heal as quickly as before.
"You will be destroyed for me!"
The demon's claws scratched randomly, Soshiyang knocked all these obstacles away, and used his halberd to scratch the demon's front legs, attracting muscles A shiver.
Then it swept across the demon's chest and cut into its torso.
The chanter's body flickered between collapse and reunion, and then it used all its strength and let out an unprecedented scream.
WRYYYY————————! ! !
This scream was something Sosh Yang had never heard before.
It consumed him, almost reducing him to nothing, turning the world into a rain of shattered glass, and even the Space Marines and Daemons fighting around them into fragments of sensory impressions, all shattered and falling into the abyss of pain.
Only one image remained intact, bringing his agony to an extreme.
The chanter, like a cat cornering a mouse, grabbed Soshyan with its paw.
"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"
Through the storm of pain, through the raindrops on the glass, a crystalline darkness appeared.
Commands are as powerful as demonic screams, but more powerful.
It is full of power and full of hope.
Before this scream, there were lies of hope, those silver-grey illusions, those broken realities scattered everywhere, as if all the places in the world were lost in the night before this scream, this pain The night before.
This command is so powerful that it will guide him through pain and debris.
Although his mind is still as cold as iron, his body is no longer under control.
The Space Marines still fought, letting out war cries as the daemons screamed in agony, slaying the enemies in front of them.
Soshiyan saw victory on the chanter's face, and he understood that this moment was carefully arranged by the devil, and that every step was planned in advance.
This moment is the pinnacle of its art, its crowning masterpiece.
The only thing he didn't understand was why this demon was still so powerful under the influence of gray marrow?
Why? Where does the problem occur?
Or did he overlook something?
"Sir? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Thanks to the commander's sharp turn and acceleration at the last moment, Yarrick was not buried in the rubble in the end, but Most of his troops were destroyed, leaving only five or six Chimeras and a sparse few hundred men.
He patted his hair, shook off the gravel and dust, and then glanced at the trembling church.
"The Knight Titan can't solve it."
He expressed his views on the situation of the battle bluntly.
"Political Commissar! Found many enemies."
Upon hearing this, he immediately aimed the heavy explosive bomb at the thugs and calmly executed them.
The cultists collapsed to the ground and rolled under the wash of flames. Likewise, everything tainted by Chaos will be burned.
He saw other streets burning, chaos spreading throughout the city, and abhorrent playfulness everywhere he went.
The devil's order triggers a new offensive.
It is already evening, the sky is getting dark, and the entire city is currently without power.
He directed his troops to leave the devastated square area and move towards the original location of the cathedral, because he thought the Space Marines might be found there.
From time to time, demons can be seen flashing from the edge of the road along the way, their silhouettes flickering in the firelight, and they will catch the stragglers, but most of their prey is further away.
They ran and screamed in the street.
Arik also heard singing, mixed in with the muddy music.
The voice was not very far away from him.
After a period of exposure to demonic sounds, he could roughly distinguish between the sounds of subspace and human voices, and this song was undoubtedly produced by humans.
Human song?
Yarek felt something was wrong.
“Turn, turn to the west.”
Soon, the convoy arrived at the original location of the cathedral. There was no complete flat land here.
He stopped the convoy for a moment, and over the raucous laughter he did hear singing.
Suddenly, someone called him, it was a communications soldier.
“Whose communication?”
Arik asked, slightly unhappy because he was interrupted from thinking.
"Communications from the Astartes."
The signalman sounded surprised that he had the chance to talk to such a divine being.
Yarek returned from the hatch to the cabin of the Chimera. There were other injured soldiers in the Chimera. They could no longer run, but they were still able to fight.
Then he took the communicator from the communications soldier.
“This is Yarrick.”
“Where is your position?”
The other person didn't even bother to identify himself, but when the other person spoke, Yarrick recognized the low and cold voice of the Astartes named Ustad.
"About a mile west of the original cathedral."
"We will reach the attack position in a few minutes, and the remnants of the enemy may try to trap you on the ground, right away Take your men back to the starting rally point."
"Now?"
"If you don't, you'll just die here."
After saying that, the other party turned off the communication directly.
Yarrick stared at the communicator. , if that was not an Astartes but a mortal, he would be furious.
But he could not be angry with Ustad because he would not try to condemn a mountain for its stubbornness.
But he still felt something was wrong.
That singing sound...
"Political Commissar! We have discovered something!"
A soldier rushed into the cabin, saluted him, and said:
"We found an underground bunker."
"Bunker?"
(End of Chapter)