Just as Soshyan was about to lead the team to move their position, the subspace suddenly became dark, which was a sign of an imminent storm.
"Ready to fight!"
He raised the halberd in his hand, and the chain saw roared angrily.
This is when a voice pierced into his mind.
"The plaything of the damned, you should embrace the truth."
The warp is laughing.
It laughed with a terrible sense of triumph, as if delighted by the progress of a game that only it could understand.
This laughter is a mental blow, a sharp knife cutting on the soul.
Soshyan realized that he was not completely immune to the Warp, and he stood there feeling the terrible sound prick his will.
When the invisible will smiled, the unclean thing on the flying Tallan seemed to have found strength, and then there was the sound of hooves and the scraping of claws from the port and starboard sides.
The demons came, howling with excitement, and the door was suddenly crowded with monsters.
And the warp itself is still laughing.
The flailing limbs and claws of the Chaos Daemons were filled with ecstasy. Driven by animalistic indulgence, the minions and slaves of Slaanesh swung at the Astral Knights with hooves, fangs and claws, their cries filling the air. is an obscene invitation to madness.
Rather than fighting, they are dancing wildly. He wrapped his slender limbs around the power armor, clamped the neck guard with giant pliers, and tried to cut the seams of the power armor with a sharp razor.
Other demons continued to whip the air with their whips, as if celebrating the attack.
Their ferocious attacks damaged portions of the power armor, and during the first phase of the battle, the abominations pummeled the Astartes with an indescribable fervor.
They force themselves to enjoy blood and pain because they never refuse such temptations, and they never think of refusing.
But when they get close to Soshyan, they feel nothing but pain.
A storm of bolts erupted among the demons, blasting holes in their torsos and shattering limbs and bones.
The daemons of Slaanesh collapsed on the deck, their mangled bodies trembling as they lost form.
Those demons who passed through the hail of bombs encountered the Flame of Justice. Rogrith's flamethrower spit out scorching flames and sprayed outward on one side of the Astral Knights' phalanx, burning the flesh and blood from the subspace. The viaduct was filled with the stench of unclean things reduced to ashes.
There is another kind of flame, a more powerful flame.
It does not come from weapons, nor from any equipment, it comes from the souls and beliefs of the Astartes, which is the true pure fire.
Everyone can feel the roar coming from the depths of Priest Yazdan’s soul.
"The Candle Emperor's will will destroy the monsters in the cave!"
The anger in his heart was burning, and his anger attracted the attacks of demons, but he was not afraid, and fiercely pulled a demon's whip from its limbs, then raised the priest's scepter and smashed the opponent into pieces. .
The demons came to fear his fire, burning and screaming before being split in two.
But under the lash of each other's whips they rushed forward again, their songs now filled with rage and as if they were under extreme temptation.
They want these unyielding souls to feel pain, and they will force themselves to feel the limits of what the physical body can experience.
A chain saw sliced through the demons as the Astral Knights moved slowly forward along the center of the bridge.
Soshyan took the lead, advancing steadily along the steps ahead, which led to the bridge.
He slashed left and right, swinging his chainsaw while the compound bolter in his arm roared.
With the Terminator's powerful constant temperature system as a guarantee, even without using the Holy Flame Sword, he could let the cold metal flow through his limbs and bones without any scruples.
At this moment, he transformed into a harvest scythe composed of roaring saw teeth and flashing bombs.
The demons couldn't resist, they were wiped out in wailing, and the road ahead became clear.
The Astral Knights then rushed up the stairs and headed straight for the ship's control area.
In the bridge, the walls curve inward, narrowing the room, and a door at the back leads to the stern.
Obviously, the subspace did not want the Astral Knights to get close to this place. The demons suddenly jumped out, and white, pink and mottled blue merged into a torrent, rushing out under the influence of gravity.
Seconds later, they surrounded the Space Marines again.
Their cries are broken and terrifying, and their strong smell is irresistible.
Yazdan's soul became angry again, and his scepter glowed more dazzlingly, burning the unclean things more fiercely.
Soshyan was just a few steps ahead, but the demons had surrounded him, trying to separate him from the other warriors.
But there is no point in doing so.
The icy black holes of their souls devoured their essence, and they screamed as roaring chainsaws swept over their illusory flesh, their hides and limbs glowing white and then torn.
Like withered flowers, they withered around him.
At this moment, he is a soulless person, and those unclean things have no chance in front of him.
After dealing with the demons around him, Soshyan took another step.
His heavy boots thumped on the deck, and then he no longer felt the hard floor—he felt them sinking instead.
So he looked down instinctively, only to find that the deck collapsed in a circle two meters wide with him as the center. The edge of the pit was lined with curved fangs, each one as long as an adult's arm.
This is a huge demon. After it senses its prey, it bites it with huge hunger and thirst.
In an instant, Soshyan was swallowed and fell into the monster's howling belly.
There was no tongue in the demon's mouth, instead a rotating bone blade.
The bone blade was constantly rotating, and the fangs were arranged on both sides of the throat. When Soshyan fell, the fangs attacked him from both sides.
It was a violent digestion mixed with cutting, blunt blows, and grinding. The mouth kept howling, almost deafening Soshyan.
At that moment, he could see nothing, only the feeling of being swallowed by bone and steel, and a hunger for his flesh and blood and the taste of pain.
But luckily he was wearing a set of Terminator armor this time.
The curved fangs broke on the sacred metal, and some only pierced a little of the surface metal before breaking into pieces. Only a few sharp teeth scratched the joint connection, but Soshyan was not injured.
This all happens in less than two seconds.
"Damn-"
Soshyan recovered from the initial shock. He held his hands on the metal handle and turned to the rotating bone spur below.
The roaring chain saw cut off the surrounding bone spurs, piercing deeply into the demon's spine, and the foul-smelling marrow spurted out.
“Hmm, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
The howl turned into a scream of pain, like a giant beast whose throat was cut with a dagger.
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