What made Balzaft even more concerned was that Soshyan had moved his position at some point. The opponent was already on the other side of the battlefield, with the Yanyang Sword inserted into several fallen nuns stacked together, with flesh and blood scattered around them. Fragments, his left hand held Fentian tightly, and his right hand grasped Miriel Sabashao's snake-like twisting hair and lifted her whole body into the air.
The fallen nun looked extremely miserable at this time. Most of the tongue of the blessed Slaanesh beast was broken off, and the remaining part was drooping at the corner of her mouth and dripping blood. Her right arm was wounded. Cut off, the severed arm was at her feet, with a rune demon sword beside her, the Painbreaker, and her left arm was unnaturally bent backwards. It was obvious that it was forcibly broken by huge violence, and her left leg was below the knee. It has also disappeared, and the sticky blood is dripping down like a stream that is about to dry up.
Her originally charming face was now filled with panic and fear, as well as a haggard look caused by the loss of strength.
"Weren't you very tough just now? Are you very eloquent? Why are you mute now?"
Soshiyang tilted his head and stared into the other person's frightened eyes with a smile on his face. , the surrounding followers of Slaanesh either died or fled under the trampling of the battle droids.
"But I do wonder, what did they do to you? What did the evil power of Slaanesh do to you when it took you into its grasp?"
Mireel Sabashona Bloodstained Her lips moved a few times, as if she were speaking, but Soshyan knew she was chanting a spell.
A trivial little trick.
Behind Soshyan, a snake-like Slaanesh beast with sharp claws suddenly appeared. It stretched out its claws and beak forward, trying to penetrate the veil of reality, Soshyan Flesh, flesh, and bones—it was the invisible Slaanesh beast that she had contracted with her to assassinate an entire team of battle sisters in silver shrouds.
But Soshiyang didn't even look back. The next second, the demon suddenly became staggering. After taking two steps, he suddenly covered his face in pain, and a half-voiced voice came out from his twisted throat. .
Miriel Sabashao's eyes widened in horror. This was the first time she had seen such a scene.
Black flames rose from the demon's feet like a storm. The flames engulfed its skin and its origin. The Slaanesh beast fell to the ground and struggled, its whole body on fire, and it screamed in terror, melting The evil substance keeps dripping.
A few seconds later, the demon disappeared, but the flames continued to eat away at its ashes until nothing remained.
Mirelle Sabashot vomited a large mouthful of blood, and her dark eyes gradually faded into despairing gray.
“No no.”
Gone! The devil she contracted with has completely disappeared! Not exiled, not sealed, but completely destroyed!
"To be mixed up with someone like you, that guy named Balzaft doesn't have very good taste. Originally, it wasn't my turn to take action with a character like you, but I realized that living You are more valuable than you who are dead.”
Soshyan smiled slightly, then flicked his arm, and Miriel was thrown out with a scream, and then was thrown out by a ball of blue. The energy enveloped her, and her entire body froze in mid-air, including her frightened expression and even the splattered blood.
Then the extermination machine that activated the stasis ray directly dragged the fallen nun who was bound in the stasis field to the Ada landing craft.
This scene made Balzaft dizzy. It wasn’t that he had any feelings for that toy, but that he couldn’t accept someone taking something away from him!
But if you want to get your things back, you must solve the current trouble.
But at this time he had to have something to create opportunities for himself, so he drove the dancing Slaanesh banshees to attack the guy wearing the face of Akulduna.
Facing the screaming demon of Slaanesh, Amnak raised his blade high, almost faster than the banshee.
In the lightning flash, the cold and shining blade pierced the Slaanesh banshee closest to him, and separated the arm and body with one knife. At the same time, the other one fell, with his chest from ribs to shoulders. All were cut open. The ancient swordsman galloped through the fallen like a storm of sharp blades, blood and limbs scattered on the snow, heading straight for Balzaft.
At this time, Balzaft had already arrived behind the opponent, waving the Whispering Edge high and aiming at the back of the opponent's neck. He could feel a line connecting his sharp blade to the opponent's neck. As long as he waved it, In an instant, you can take that damn head off your neck!
This feeling has given him hundreds of victories, and this time will be no exception!
However, the sword he was confident would hit did not go as expected. The moment he appeared, Amnak had already drawn out another sword, and then delicately entangled, rotated, harvested, and cut it directly. He grabbed Balzaft's wrist, then cut open the opponent's knees to force the opponent to kneel down, and in an instant pierced the neck and shoulders of the Lord of Slaanesh.
In an instant, the blood of dirt spurted out.
Balzaft's eyes widened. He was finally no longer troubled by his delusions. He realized that his arrogance had led him to destruction, and the whispers and songs gradually left him.
He seemed to have returned to the training ground under the scorching sun. Under the venomous sunshine of old Terra, his skin was reddened and he was kneeling on the ground dripping with sweat. A sword was placed on his neck, close to him. With his childish face, the man had his back to the sun and was smiling at him.
"It doesn't matter, just train more, you have made great progress."
Then the other party stretched out his hand to him, and Balzaft also stretched out his severed arm in a daze.
"Master, Second Company Commander, is it really you?"
The blasphemous singing and laughter carried away the desires and pride of the past, and at the last moment of life and death, those The dust-covered memories flooded in like a wave, causing a line of turbid tears to flow from his red eyes.
Amnak sighed softly, and slashed the Shernabar saber in his hand, then turned around and used the tip of the knife to pick up the yellow silk that fell slowly in the air. The blood bloomed into purple flowers on the bright yellow.
"I will avenge you."
When the huge head fell to the ground, Amnak also softly spit out the oath that emerged from the depths of his thoughts, and it was like in his hand The sword generally becomes sharper and more decisive.
Just when the dust on the battlefield seemed to have settled, the cruiser suddenly began to shake violently, and the walls and feet began to burn with a lavender light.
Soshyan felt something immediately, a feeling of something being torn apart in his ears, and a huge thing passed over his head.
When he looked up, a sentry gun creaked as its anti-gravity system failed, followed by a crack and a boom from the top of the flight deck that quickly turned into a sticky, dull crunch.
Then the surrounding bulkheads broke open, and tendrils snaked around, like some kind of venomous snake tracking the scent of its prey.
"Something is coming. It's very different. It's not a big demon."
Amnak showed a rare expression of concentration and walked to Soshyan, who also pulled out He took out the Yanyang Sword and whispered:
“You don’t know what it is?”
"I don't know, or I can't remember."
The next second, accompanied by a thunderous tearing sound, a huge number of tentacles spewed out from the cabin and armor plate, directly tearing the entire ship. The shell is torn open!