Chapter 460 High-Level Enchanted Warrior
“This is an enchanted warrior, a high-level one, so be careful.”
Taros walked up to Soshi Yang and whispered the origin of the other party. out.
For some Chaos Space Marines, devoting their souls to serving the gods is not enough. Those who desire power and are willing to pay any price for it will surrender themselves completely to Chaos, becoming willing hosts for the non-physical beings of the Warp.
This process of enchantment is a long and painful experience, as the demon within them eats away at their physical form, molding them to better suit their bizarre needs.
Those who dedicate themselves to enchantment spend months in rituals of corruption and sacrifice as they prepare their bodies to house the demonic entity. Although the personalities of these half-mad supplicants are forever subsumed, the massive enchantment ritual remains a great celebration of the alliance between mortals and demons. For mortal hosts, they have gained a shortcut to obtain powerful power; for demons, the host's flesh and bones also provide a stable anchor that allows them to escape the saturated environment of the warp and exist in the material universe; their power will not Weakening over time, instead, the demon and host remain as one nearly permanently.
On the battlefield, everyone can easily identify the possessed warriors by their weird features and mutated bodies.
They may have vicious claws, grotesquely twisted limbs, tentacles, wings, extra mouths and eyes, or sharp claws capable of gouging through ceramite and steel.
During battle, they sometimes seem to appear and disappear in and out of reality, and even their form changes from one moment to the next.
These violent killers leap and move like predatory beasts, bursting into frenzy like tornadoes of fangs and claws in their movements. They look more like humans than humans. It was an extraordinary storm.
They are trackers par excellence, able to perceive both the physical and the celestial realms - they can see fear, taste doubt, and feel the oily psychic stain of despair.
If they are willing to deign to aid their allies, they can even use this uncanny sense to guide fleets of Chaos Space Marines through the ever-moving and changing waves of the Warp.
However, their main task - and what they enjoy most - is to tear their prey apart in furious and creative displays of violence.
The high-level enchanted warriors are the best among them.
Only those warriors who have committed the most obvious evil deeds will attract the attention of the most vicious warp beings called emissaries by the dark gods.
Afterwards, these beings will enter the bodies of those warriors. This process is very dangerous, and it can be said that there is no chance of survival, and if it fails, the soul of the possessed person will be swallowed up.
Even so, some people dare to try, because once they succeed, the benefits will be extremely generous.
The High Enchanted Warriors are far superior to their monstrous kin, not only are they far stronger and more savage, but they can reveal themselves even to pure creatures of the Warp. of evil charm.
A large number of chaos creations will gather around them, and these low-level demon armies will look up to these deformed champions with strong reverence, because these high-level enchanted warriors are waiting for the final upgrade of all of them. Living proof.
In the subspace field, such power often also means the status of one party's hegemony.
"There may be more than one possessed warrior here."
"I understand."
Soshiyang stepped forward slowly, looking around him for any signs of an ambush.
"All on alert."
Under Soshyan's order, Armin stepped forward and walked to the left, while Mark took up the vacancy on the right wing, and Sister They retreated to the rear to prevent sneak attackers from behind.
When the figure raised his head, Soshiyang clenched the sword in his hand.
It was a pale face with basically no facial features, only a mouthpart full of tiny sharp teeth like a snake eel, which looked very strange.
"Traitor, call out all your lackeys and accomplices!"
Hearing Soshiyang's words, the strange white face immediately laughed sarcastically.
“Aren’t they always there?”
As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen figures suddenly jumped out of the darkness.
The swiftness of their movements is unmatched by any astral knight.
Mark immediately jumped sideways to avoid the charging enchanted warrior.
The original color of the power armor on these warriors is hard to distinguish. Now they are surrounded by a layer of darkness, which ripples in the air like an oil slick. And in that dark depth, only shadows rise and fall, squeezing the bone plates that separate the realities on both sides.
Strictly speaking, they are formless: just many eyes, multiple mouths with long tusks, and curved horns.
Although Mark dodged the blow, the possessed warrior also broke through the original formation, knocked down an astral knight to the ground, and rushed back into the dark corridor like lightning.
Subsequently, another possessed warrior came over to kill him, skipping the man who fell to the ground and pointing directly at the other warriors.
The bolt gun immediately began to roar, and the warriors who had no time to fire drew their swords to fight with it.
The high-level possessed warriors Soshiyang faced began to become deformed.
Its body grew larger and stronger, so much so that the armor could hardly cover his body.
First, the nails pierced the fingertips of the gauntlets, turning into sharp claws as long as daggers, and then the once shining eyes were as bottomless as caves, glowing with a dark luster, like midnight Gushing crude oil.
For a moment, the courage of all the warriors present was captured by them.
Until Talos roared.
“Kill this beast!”
He rushed forward with lightning speed and cut off the opponent's hand from the wrist with a sword, causing the high-level possessed warrior to let out a painful gasp.
The next second, blood-like tentacles spurted out from the fracture, twitching with unnatural vitality.
Suddenly, a tentacle wrapped around Talos' outstretched leg and threw him across the air.
The prophet hit the wall hard, and the ceramic armor cracked.
“For the Emperor!”
Another warrior also rushed forward with his chainsword raised high, and then he hit him in the chest with the other two tentacles like a heavy punch, knocking him to the ground.
Soshiyang held the Holy Flame Sword tightly and stepped forward to challenge. His roar echoed in the small prison:
"For the Emperor!"
Gao The enchanted warrior laughed wildly, and this harsh and ugly sound bit everyone's nerves.
“The false emperor is dead!!”
The tentacles twisted rapidly, and in the blink of an eye they transformed into a heavy hammer made of flesh and blood.
The high-level enchanted warrior swung it like a breaking hammer, smashing the surrounding walls to pieces, whizzing past as metal shards scattered and smoke filled the air.
The opponent's speed was incredibly fast, and Soshyan barely dodged - his head almost missed the heavy hammer.
Then he stabbed out with his sword, and the tip of the sword hit the tough ceramic armor, but was immediately caught by the opponent's claws.
Then the enchanted warrior turned his hammer into a claw and only attacked Soshiyang's face.
He took two steps back to avoid the sharp claws, stabilized his body, and thrust out another sword.
During the fierce battle, Soshiyang found a gap. The armor plate in one place was overwhelmed by the swelling body of the high-level enchanted warrior and shifted. He stood up hard and thrust out the Holy Flame Sword.
Where the sword blade passed, the skin and flesh were split in two, and the blood was like a fountain.
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(End of this chapter)