This battle is so pure, without lofty ideals or grand strategies.
This is simple life and death. For this simplicity, there is only one thing to do.
"For the Emperor!"
Soshyan cut off the enemy's head from the shoulder, opened the chest, and chopped off the legs from the hip.
His sword is always swinging, and he uses every move he knows to kill.
At this time, not only the dead Chaos Space Marines, but also the dead mortal crew members poured out of the gate, drowning the ten warriors in silver armor like a wave.
But they are destined to fail,
Sevatar slaughtered the walking dead by the dozen, tearing the corpses into pieces so much that even the dead were unable to continue fighting.
They clawed at his body and beat against his armor with shattering fists, but the Crow Prince relished the melee and tore them apart with a single swing of his halberd.
Thor's moves are less dramatic, but just as deadly.
He had emptied his pistol, so he killed his enemy with the precision of a master swordsman.
He knew these subspace creations very well and knew that the only way to completely eliminate their enemies was to behead them.
Armin and his team were heading towards the entry arch with flags in hand.
He was not retreating, but clearing a corridor for a possible retreat.
Soshyan had just slashed open a Chaos Space Marine when a huge crimson object suddenly struck from the right, slamming into his shoulder and knocking him to the ground.
Then, an armored boot came down with a thud, and Soshyan rolled out of the way.
He swung his sword at the warrior's torso, but the blade struck the rune-engraved power axe.
"Death comes for you, son of blasphemy!"
The dead leader of the Chaos Space Marines whispered in a thick accent.
"Death will come when I am ready."
Before he could finish his words, Soshiyang raised his sword with both hands to block a diagonal slash from the opponent.
There is great power behind this move, and energy-filled sparks spurt out from the collision of the two weapons.
The servos in the suit increased his strength, and the stink of ozone filled his nostrils. Soshyan turned his wrist, letting the roaring teeth scrape down his power sword.
Then he ducked out of the way of a quick return blow, punching him in the groin.
It was a good blow, powerful and well aimed, hitting the twisted joint between the pelvis and thigh.
After twisting it for a while, Soshyan pulled out the sword blade forcefully.
Black blood spattered out immediately, and the stench was overwhelming.
Is this the most disgusting thing in the world? Not even the helmet filter can stop the smell.
Soshyan was so breathless that he even had the urge to vomit.
The blood stopped flowing? The Chaos Space Marine didn't even slow down.
"You killed my kin."
He growled lowly? A layer of collapsing foam spilled from his lips.
Soshyan did not answer and started attacking again.
Although his swordsmanship is better, the speed and strength of the enemy are also amazing. Even under the influence of gray marrow, this warp creation is still a ferocious opponent.
The sound of gunfire echoed in the distance? The flash of reaction explosion could only be seen.
The Chaos Space Marine began to laugh wildly, his battle ax turning into a blur of shadow, blocking, defending and attacking at an impossible speed.
Liquid black flames danced along his shell.
"Savior? Monster? Traitor..."
The warp creature cackled and spun, narrowly missing an elbow against Soshyan's helmet.
"The subspace knows you..."
"Too much nonsense!"
Soshyan suddenly kicked the opponent's right knee. The moment the opponent lost his balance, his sword cut off the monster's left arm.
A stream of dirty blood spurted out? There were also a lot of things that squirmed, spread out, and rolled like worms.
The Chaos Space Marine struggled in the stench, his ax swiping straight at Soshyan's head.
Soshyan blocked the blow? His boot smashed into the man's stomach like a hammer, and then something fast-moving and powerful struck it again—a stray bullet or a ricochet, perhaps.
Behind the shattered helmet? The demonic face trembled.
As the cold that penetrates the core of the soul becomes more intense, the pain begins to torture its essence. A boiling black liquid spurts out from its mouth, and the body becomes shaky.
"The blasphemy..."
Soshyan saw a flaw in it? A sword penetrated his breastplate.
The blade was like a bolt of lightning, piercing through ceramite, flesh, bone, and the thing of the night, all the way through the back armor.
The dead Chaos Space Marine let out a frantic scream, the sound echoing on both the physical and imaginary levels.
The power armor on it began to rust at an extremely fast speed, turning into ashes in an instant.
In an instant, all the dead bodies fell.
Ten blood-stained giants stood among the piles of corpses, like silent statues.
"It's not over yet."
Suddenly, one of them spoke. He swung the chain saw halberd in his hand hard, and threw the flesh and blood attached to it to the wall and the ground.
"The culprit is still on board."
Soshiyang looked at the pile of ashes on the ground. At the moment when the other party died, a huge burning one-eye appeared in his consciousness, roaring with hatred, corruption, and betrayal.
"Star Language Room..."
He muttered to himself, and only Thor on the side heard him.
"What?"
"It's in the Astrology Room..."
As he said that, Soshyan suddenly opened his legs and ran towards the side passage. Sol and Savita looked at each other, and then immediately chased after them, as did everyone else.
The astrology room was also located on the upper deck, not far from the bridge area. They ran all the way, ignoring the gibbering and unconscious crew members on the road. Those people had no desire to attack, they just wandered around stupidly, and occasionally had bad luck. The egg appeared in the path of the Astartes, only to be ruthlessly pushed down and trampled on.
But they couldn't even scream.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at the ship's astrology chamber.
But by this time, the Astropathic Room had disappeared. The floor and ceiling had been hollowed out, forming a cavernous hall beneath which lay a tangled mass of burning debris.
A large number of evil emblems and heretical writings smeared with blood and filth hung from the exposed rafters.
In the center of the room, stood a monster-like Thinker computer three stories high. Like a huge mechanical organ, it was swinging and swallowing data cores poured in from the top, and its bloated body like a furnace was spraying Steam and smoke.
Entire astronomical chambers of cogitator computers must have been combined to create the massive engine that sat within the lair, its rusty black casing covered in writhing sinister text that sputtered out threats as it worked. murmured.
A swarm of valves and armatures trembled like a swarm of buzzing insects.
A skinny body wrapped in rune bandages and with its limbs bound by chains floated above the huge machinery, crackling witchcraft energy surrounding his feet.
As if it sensed someone approaching, it turned around, revealing its strange face with tattoos and its eyes, mouth, ears, and nostrils sewn together.
It had a single eye and a big mouth on each shoulder. When Soshyan and others approached, the two big mouths began to chant a terrible witchcraft prayer with a sharp tone.
"I finally know how they track us in the warp."
Seeing this creature, Sevatar suddenly realized and said:
"A Possessor... Ha, their guts are really fatter than the Death Guard's butts."
