Chapter 1478 The Battle for the King (1)
Facing the enemies on the left and right, Soshiyang slowly tilted the sword downward slightly and prepared to attack, taking advantage of the sharp claws to poke. When he came over, he cut off the opponent's arms, then took a step forward and pierced the enemy's chest with a sword. With a clear and audible sound of bones shattering, he quickly turned to the other one to block the whistling hook knife.
With a cold snort of disgust, Soshyan punched the abominable Giggle in the face, and at the moment it was stunned, he knocked it down to the ground with a heavy blow from his elbow.
As soon as the beast fell to the floor and let out a piercing and painful scream, the sword in Soshyan's hand smashed its skull one after another.
The air was filled with a musky smell similar to that of Slaanesh demons. When Soshyan turned his head to look at the others, there were more than a dozen corpses lying around him, many of which were directly dismembered.
"Victor is obviously a coward."
Kayon pointed to an abominable corpse on the ground with its legs cut off and said:
"He arranged these things here because he was afraid that someone would Chase him from here."
Soshiyang held the sword tightly.
"Then he has nowhere to escape."
The team barely stopped and entered the passage to the Temple of Cain from Victor's throne area. Occam briefly expressed his concern - all of them had run out of ammunition, and now they can only use all their strength. Melee.
However, this could not shake Soshyan's determination.
As expected, the passage was filled with guards left by Victor. They were shocked by the sudden intrusion of the Space Marines, because they speculated that what might appear was the hostile conspiracy group, the Ark Spirits. Tribe, Plague Marines, Nurgle Demons, the only thing I didn't expect was a group of Space Marines wearing black legion armor.
When Soshyan rushed towards the conspiracy warriors, he could feel the anger fueling the intensity of every attack. He did not dodge or dodge, regardless of safety. The only thought in his mind at that time was to kill them all. No one is left standing in the way
Every swing of the long sword is accompanied by the roar from an angry soul. His arms do not feel tired at all, but instead become more energetic.
One of the cabal warriors was hit hard against the wall, the second one had his skull shattered by a backswing, and the third one had his neck broken.
In the storm of poisonous crystal shrapnel, Soshiyang stood up Killing in all directions, it was unstoppable, paving a road full of blood and debris as it advanced.
When Soshiyang noticed that there was silence around him, he realized that he had penetrated the defense of the Dark Eldar in a frenzied killing spree, and everyone else was looking at him in amazement from behind.
At this time, he was covered in blood, his armor was full of cracks, and poison crystals were stuck everywhere. When he swiped his hand, a large piece fell, but those poison crystals that hit his body It didn't seem to have any effect, just a slight sting.
When the figure of Veronica appeared in his mind, Soshyan's emotions exploded again, and he continued to advance deeper in silence.
Occam patted Khayon's shoulder lightly.
“What’s going on with that person?”
“Nothing, just angry.”
“Angry for what?”
Kayon smiled Laughed and said:
"Guess."
Occam looked back at Soshyan's back, and then shook his head.
"What a strange guy."
After that, the team encountered Dark Eldar patrols several times. Each time Soshyan roared towards them, and then killed them with his sword. They tore into shreds so much that he didn't even notice that his weapon was nearly falling apart. Even so, there were still countless red eyes staring at him in the darkness in front of him. Hundreds of conspiracy warriors surrounded him, and he stood there waiting for them to rush forward.
At first, the Dark Eldar were very courageous, daring to charge at him with scimitars and daggers, but when more than a dozen corpses piled up at his feet in just a few dozen seconds, the Eldar became cautious. Quite a few.
But Soshyan obviously couldn't let those guys play any tricks. He rushed straight towards the enemy, his cracked sword dancing perfectly between the enemies, and the timing of every swing and fall was different. Nearly perfect, each stab is harvesting these cheap lives.
For Soshyan, the battle seemed to be endless, and all he did was slaughter the enemies that came up.
But the Spirit Tribe killed more and more people, until he was covered in blood and the corpses left behind him piled up like a mountain.
Soshyan was killing like crazy, but the people who followed him were not so relaxed. Occam's helmet was almost broken, and several sneak attacks almost pierced his abdomen and back.
Suddenly, Occam heard the sound of metal friction and turned around immediately. The weapon in his hand instantly penetrated the chest of a conspiracy warrior. The other party struggled and uttered the last provocative words with the bloody corners of his mouth.
"Long live Victor! Long live the Phoenix King!"
Occam smashed his fist on the idiot's head with disdain.
"Is he worthy?"
Soon, they arrived at the end of the passage, where there was a closed door.
Without saying a word, Soshyan stepped forward and kicked the door.
With a bang, the door was kicked open in a slight depression, and a grand scene came into view.
This is a magnificent hall that seems to be built entirely on magma. The red lava flows gurgling through the stone vents on the surrounding walls, filling the entire space with long-lasting heat.
Some flames linger in the air, carrying active magic. An avenue extends from the gate to a spacious platform not far away. At the end of the platform is a shining golden statue of Kane, overlooking the entire In the hall, a towering throne is located just below the golden statue.
On the throne, Victor, the overlord of Comoros, was smiling with his fist on his chin, staring at Soshyan and others who came in from the gate. On his left hand, he displayed a gorgeous weapon rack. There is a long sword with phoenix wings, and on the shorter throne on the right side, Veronica, who is wearing a light blue robe and wearing a gold crown, is sitting.
Veronica's legs and feet were bound by invisible restraints, and she could only look at Soshyan with worried eyes.
"Welcome, welcome. It's a great honor for you to come all the way to attend my wedding. Although our races are different, our expectations for a better future are the same."
Soul Shi Yang walked forward slowly.
"If you have any more tricks, use them quickly. After a while, your head will be unable to say anything else."
"Ah, Soshyan Alexey Chapter Sir, your threat really chills me from the soles of my feet to my heart.”
As he spoke, Victor tilted his body and gently brushed Veronica's cheek with the fingers of his right hand. The other party immediately moved his face away in disgust.
“But I still have to say, what you are doing now is really not in line with the precepts of your empire at all. If your carrion lord knew what you were doing now, would he be so angry that he would come back to life? ?”
“Ha, everything I did was as the emperor wished, especially after cutting off your head.”
(End of this chapter)
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