Chapter 457 Shadow Symbiote
Realizing that he was facing a follower of the evil god Nurgle, Soshyan retreated, and Copras also pulled his weapon back - its shape had condensed into a long weapon. A long sword with jagged and broken edges, blood dripping from its teeth and edges as if weeping.
"Your death has been arranged."
The jagged sword was thrown forward, and Soshyan followed closely behind the opponent's dodge steps.
At this time, the door of the hall opened with a bang, and dozens of plague warriors slowly walked in, trailing a stinky trail - they all had similar characteristics to the people they were loyal to, with curved and swollen supernatural diseased bodies, The once fine armor was coated in filth and corrosion.
As soon as the Plague Marines appeared, they began to shoot with the guns in their hands. At the same time, more warp creations poured out of the altar, fighting with the Space Marines and Sisters.
The scene was extremely chaotic for a while.
Soshyan twisted to avoid the strange weapon, and then captured the moment when his opponent's defense opened wide.
So he rushed forward, all his will and the reactions achieved through years of training were integrated into this rush.
But the opponent flashed aside at a speed completely inconsistent with his body shape. His body shape and movements seemed to have not moved at all except for the missing moment.
A black afterimage still remains at the original place of Copras, dissipating in the air like an indentation.
Soshyan missed a single blow, and the opponent immediately counterattacked.
The sword changed again - now it is a black mace, with its heavy head covered with sharp spikes, like an explosion frozen in the night, trailing flames behind it.
Soshyan's sword caught up with the blow, but it was still too late.
The impact knocked him back several steps, and he felt that the bones of the arm holding the sword seemed to be broken under the shock wave.
"Good job."
Soshiyang roared, and the creatures squeaked and slid away to avoid him.
An invisible cold wind gradually enveloped the hall.
Copras was already only five steps away from him, holding the hammer above his head with both hands, and the dark pits between his eyes remained unmoved.
He turned his neck and shoulders slowly and casually.
"Is there anyone untouchable here?"
Copras asked softly. As he stretched his limbs, a chill suddenly flowed through his body, making him feel extremely painful.
He has not felt warmth or cold for many years, let alone pain.
“Where are they hiding?”
Years of experience told him that this phenomenon can only be caused by soulless people.
And the effect is so obvious, there should be more than one.
But Soshyan did not answer, he just swung his sword to smash away the opponent's fallen hammer.
“There are no secrets in the subspace. I can see your heart and your destiny. Your loving father has given your ending to my hands to complete! You will never leave here alive. ! I will never live to see the collapse of this hypocritical empire!”
Soshiyang felt the cold wind blowing through his limbs, silently stepping forward, holding his sword high.
Copras moved so fast that it seemed unreal - shadows and oily smoke trailing behind him again.
Soshyan wanted to capture him, but the black hammer suddenly smashed into his chest.
But he just shook, his legs motionless - the Terminator armor withstood the blow.
The world around him began to crumble, becoming smaller and smaller, becoming an endless pit that pulled him into it.
But he couldn't actually see it at all, and the only sound was the muffled thunder that his ears heard.
He couldn't feel the sword in his hand at all, nor the broken pieces of his armor.
"Use me, use me, use me and release me."
A whisper lingered in his mind, which was the magic book hidden on his waist.
But Soshyan rejected it.
"No." The next moment, the world began to roar at him through sounds and colors. It was a sound that could make people deaf and a light that could illuminate the blind.
He can see it.
A figure stood five meters in front of him. The black ink stains on the armor twisted and scattered into the air. The mace in his hand flickered and changed into other shapes, and then changed back again.
Many creatures with swollen limbs, ulcerated skin and beastly faces writhed and swayed behind him, and the vaults were constantly lit by the chaotic firefight.
Copras's mouth suddenly opened, and green smoke and tiny flies emerged from between the yellowed teeth as he breathed.
“Die.”
He waved the black mace over his head.
At that moment, Soshyan thrust forward.
The heavy Terminator was like his skin, completely insensible at the moment. His speed even broke through the sound barrier and directly hit the opponent with a loud noise.
The tip of the long sword just penetrated the lower part of the edge of Copras' breastplate. The blade trembled and cut in, passing through the armor, flesh and bones, and pierced into the power backpack on the opponent's back.
Suddenly, a ball of flame burst out from the Sheng Yan Sword, and flammable chemicals mixed with explosive energy overflowed from the cut power line.
The flames quickly engulfed Copras' body, drowning out any cries of pain and surprise.
But he himself felt no heat at all, only the boundless chill, dragging his fallen soul into the despair of endless darkness -
Then his chest exploded.
Copras fell backwards, and the flames and flying sparks evaporated and dried the blood before it even hit the ground.
Soshyan stepped on the opponent's chest, drew out his long sword, held it with his backhand and thrust it downwards.
The tip of the sword rushed into the fetid mouth, passed through the skull and penetrated into the polished stone surface behind it.
Soshyan stood for a second, swaying, trying to suppress the cold hollow feeling.
The battle unfolded around him, and the creatures became staggering and sluggish, their limbs and tendons trembling as if some key connection had been severed.
Subsequently, an invisible cold wind blew through the hall, and green flames suddenly burst out from the fallen creatures.
The Astral Knights pursued the victory and chopped down the creatures, even as they were torn to pieces by the wind of death, and the Plague Marines also collapsed after the death of their leader.
Adriana Velez had been chasing a Nurgling that was riding a giant maggot as fat as a pig, but unfortunately it escaped back to the subspace, leaving behind a burst of sarcastic laughter.
Now she walks among the Fallen, guarded on either side by her sisters.
The nun's power armor roared, and some damage to her backpack did not affect her movements.
Before walking to Soshyan, she paused to fire a blaster into a quivering form of broken muscle and half-human form.
Soshiyan kept his head lowered, the black weapon still resting in the hands of the Plague Warrior, its shape constantly changing and emitting black smoke, like newly forged iron.
"What is this?"
"This thing is called the Shadow Symbiote. It is said to be created by the Word Bearers. It is also called dead skin. It is very dangerous, but it is very valuable in the eyes of fear. A small piece is already priceless, but with such a big piece, Huron is really wealthy."
Talos was one step ahead of the nuns. He picked up the fallen bone box and twisted it with his sword. The material was picked up, placed back into the box, then closed again and tied with chains.
"We will deal with it later when we have time."
But Soshyan was not listening.
In his chest, his heart beat in an icy melody—the melody of swords clashing against each other.
Slowly gathering the power of the gray marrow, Soshyan drew his sword from the plague warrior's rapidly decaying skull.
The corpse of the Chaos Space Marine immediately slid to the side, and the broken power armor began to decompose. The flesh and blood attached to it scorched and shattered into fly ash, which was then lifted up by a gust of unnatural wind.
A shrill wail can be heard faintly in the wind——
(End of this chapter)