Chapter 472 Obliteration
In the fading thunder light, a huge figure roared forward.
"Long live! Night Emperor!!!"
At first Soshyan thought the shaking of the deck was just another turbulence caused by an explosion, and the explosive ammunition was still fragile in the star fort. Part of it exploded, and only when it appeared did he know what had happened.
This is a behemoth of silver-gray metal, only slightly smaller than the hell beast in front of it. It is dragging heavy steps and roaring to challenge.
"What blasphemy! I will end you, traitors, I will end you all!"
Soshyan never expected that Markarian would appear!
Now, he wears the badge and paint of the Astral Knight. His left arm is made of multiple tubes of melt, and his right arm is a huge lightning claw.
“Is this fearlessness!”
Adrienne Velez, squatting behind Soshyan, made an excited voice. This was the first time in her life that she had seen this. The oldest legendary hero in the empire.
Just as Soshyan was about to reply, he suddenly saw a sneaky figure emerging from the bunker and immediately shouted:
"Markarian, on the right!"
Only one red pirate was seen. Holding his sword high, he rushed toward the Dreadnought in a flowing motion, but the war machine turned around on the axis of his torso at an unimaginable speed and fired invisible but hissing heat from the multi-melta cannon. .
The red pirate's armor was roasted and scattered in a heartbeat, the joints evaporated, the empty armor melted into mud on the deck, and any biomass no longer existed.
At this moment, the air in the center was boiling under the invisible heat flow, and the temperature indicator on Soshyan's helmet display began to rise morbidly and rapidly. The huge multiple melt cannons on the fearless mecha, It was enough to blast the tank into a puddle of mud, and it was just starting to warm up.
Encouraged by the appearance of the War Philosopher, the Astral Knights redoubled their attacks, and Astartes in red armor continued to die.
Taros felt the strength he had just regained. He retreated to the wall, lay down on the deck and grabbed his broken breastplate.
At this moment, the two fearless mechas stared at each other with an almost absurd calmness.
"Hell Beast, how pathetic."
Markarian roared, and the Hell Beast walked closer step by step, making the same mechanical noise as Markarian.
The nun in the distance placed her gaze on the sarcophagus embedded in the new body of the War Philosopher. It was engraved with the scene when Markarian was still alive, but the legion's logo was erased.
“Kill!!”
This is the only sentence Hellmon has said so far.
The next second, the power whip exploded, and the two war machines began their duties as they were summoned back from the critical moment of death.
The battle in front of him took place in two worlds at the same time. Talos, who came back to his senses, was not sure which one he really saw.
In the corner of the painful and earth-shaking visual shadow of reality, two armored behemoths tore each other apart with spinning claws and hammering iron whips. The ceramite was torn apart by the hammering iron claws, and the armor was shattered. Blocks were flying all over the sky, making those fighting there feel like they were in a death world shrouded in a snowstorm.
Neither of the two restrained dead saw or felt this.
From the perspective of the soul, two warriors duel in proud armor, one of them for protection, the other for destruction.
Their swords clashed and struck until the swords on both sides were in pieces, and then it evolved into a fight of armored iron fists and pure power.
Talos watched the two Dreadnoughts tear each other into pieces, and saw what the dead saw.
But in Soshyan's view, the outcome of this duel is likely to be mutual death.
Although the power of the hell beast has been weakened a lot, it is still difficult for Markarian to defeat it. If they continue to fight, they will only destroy each other.
He didn't have a good impression of this former Eighth Legion war philosopher, but he was here to help him after all, and he couldn't sit back and watch the fall of this ancient warrior.
"Armin, wait until the plasma cannon is fully charged."
"Okay, sir, you can fire one round."
"Okay, you listen to my command."
The plasma cannon is the only weapon Soshyan has on hand now that can pose a threat to the hell beast, so he must try it.
Then he ran out from behind the bunker.
A red pirate fired a retaliatory shot at the suddenly appearing Terminator. In order to resist the bomb, Soshyan would turn slightly to the right, and then the bullet hit his shoulder armor - shock along his shoulders and throughout his body, reminding him that he must never make a mistake.
The explosive bomb will bounce off Soshyan's shoulder armor and hit an instrument twelve meters away.
At the same time, the hellbeast, whose torso was almost torn apart, knocked Markarian staggering back, realizing that a threat was approaching step by step.
The bone-deep chill flickered and jumped in his consciousness, echoing in the minds of the highly excited Space Marines, making everyone shudder. Where does the chill in some people’s hearts come from?
This is Soshyan's purpose, this is a bold guess.
He imagined that although the hell beast was a fearless creature, it had suffered so many traumas, so the source of power that supported it until now must be the power of subspace.
As long as the subspace power is blocked, it is likely to lose power immediately.
Furthermore, the driver of the hell beast has been highly integrated with the subspace, so the power of gray marrow may directly erase the opponent's consciousness.
Use the power of nothingness to destroy the things in the chaotic void...
Soshyan will block the thoughts and motivation of the hell beast, just like he has done countless times in the past.
This is a big gamble. If the power source of Hell Beast's reality is still intact, then all Soshiyang's speculations will be fatal.
But now he had no choice. Huron had arrived and he had no time to delay.
After Soshyan calmed down, the Hellbeast raised its multi-melta cannon and aimed it at him.
Even without thinking, Soshyan knew what would happen after the weapon was fully charged.
However, this shot never came.
Markarian roared forward, his lightning claws firmly grabbing the opponent's melt cannon barrel.
When the weapons were restrained, Soshyan had already rushed to the two fearless beasts and slapped the hell beasts on the chest with his palms.
Not long ago, he had discovered that he had the ability to partially liquefy metal, but this was his first time trying it.
The Terminator's gauntlet quickly liquefied, and symbols glowing with mysterious green light poured into the broken armor of the hell beast.
The next second, the burning anger in its eyes was replaced by confusion, and then it began to wail sadly - this was also the last sound that this beast would make.
Soshyan penetrated its weak psychic defense and entered the monster's mind, only to find that the other's mind was filled with endless noise and chaotic colors, as if thousands of souls were fighting to control him. .
It took him another second to expel the noise from the hell beast's brain.
"That's it now."
Confirming that the hell beast could no longer move, Soshiyang growled, pulled back his hand and retreated.
He may only have a few seconds, the hell beast will revive soon.
"Armin!"
"Roger that!"
The fully charged plasma cannon buzzed in Armin's hands, and he kept his shoulders still to stop the vibrations of the weapon.
In just the blink of an eye, Soshyan was far away from the hell beast. Armin immediately pressed the activation button on the cannon, releasing a ball of scorching rage.
The white-hot plasma streaked across the sky, burning a trail of chemical composition that was different from the atmosphere of this world, filling the air with a smell like rotten vegetables.
But when the plasma hits the target and the metal skin of the hell beast turns into molten slag, the smell is quickly replaced.
Armin remained in the position where he fired just now, standing still with both feet.
The giant beast did not scream, and it made no sound at all while the plasma eroded through its armor and continued to burn its internal organs and machinery.
It did not swing the power whip or raise its weapon, or even turn to face its attacker.
It's not just accepting its fate - it's welcoming death.
When Armin finally relaxed, an eerie silence filled the empty field, with only some sounds of enemy retreating coming from the distance.
The beast stood motionless, the gaping hole in its torso looking almost comical, while Soshyan's figure stood on its other side.
Finally, it shook and tipped to one side.
Soshiyang glanced down at his left hand. The gauntlet had returned to its original state, and then nodded.
(End of this chapter)