Aware of the scrutinizing eyes behind him, Soshyan turned to Gorgli, walked over and extended his hand.
"I want to thank you for your intervention."
"how……"
These were the only words Gorgori could utter, his senses still recovering from the song the demon had unleashed.
"The power of will."
Soshyan said calmly. His face had long since recovered. When Golgory was lying on the ground covering his ears, he didn't notice his face. When Golgory's sight returned, Soshyan had already put on his helmet.
But the scene of him defeating the demon was still seen by the other party, so he had to give an explanation.
"That's all. The power of will and that damn witchcraft are nothing compared to two warriors like us, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
Gorgli also felt that his thoughts were too strange, so he took Soshyan's hand and pulled himself up.
The pyramid was suddenly shrouded in eerie silence. The remaining demons fell to the ground after their master died, curled up and crying, like children who lost their loved ones.
"It seems that this time we-"
Halfway through his words, Golgri suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked straight behind Sosh Yang.
Sosh Yang immediately turned around, only to see the headless demon corpse floating on the ground again.
"I haven't failed yet! Soulless!"
After saying these harsh words, the demon suddenly rose into the sky with a howl and disappeared into the darkness.
"These things are really stalking."
Sosh Yang sighed. He was now tired, confused, and a little worried.
"Kill any remaining enemies, then destroy this place and let's leave."
After saying that, he turned around and walked along the broken pyramid towards the cheering warriors.
Gorgori picked up his weapon and watched the victorious scene unfold before him.
But Soshyang could notice that his chest was rising and falling with laborious breathing. It was obvious that the other party was using incomparable willpower to refuse the painkillers injected by the armor and make himself lose consciousness.
"Brother, you need the pharmacist to take care of it for you."
"this?"
Golgri smiled heartily.
"I have suffered much more serious injuries than this. You can't imagine how quickly I will stand up again. By then, I will be able to teach you one or two new moves in the training room."
Even after experiencing this brutal battle and witnessing the lives lost, Gorgli was still able to be so optimistic and cheerful.
Soshiyang felt that he felt much more relaxed, and he also smiled.
"It's a pleasure to fight alongside you, Gorgri."
"Me too, brother."
Gorgeli nodded.
"But I have a hunch that we still have a chance to fight together before this battle is over."
"You're going to die if you keep getting hurt like this. Seriously, you're going to need a pharmacist."
"Nonsense, there are people who are more seriously injured than me, and they need a bone saw more."
"You never learned to accept the fact that you were injured, did you?"
Sosh Yang said with a smile.
"Never, but that's the way with the Scions of Dorne, isn't it?"
"I can't tell."
Soshyan said, waving his hand for a Soul Drinker's apothecary to come over, ignoring Gorgli's firm objections.
At this time, Marcus also walked up.
He looked at Soshyan and pointed in the direction of the top of the pyramid.
"You killed her?"
"I think you read that right."
Soshiyang answered with a hint of humor. In fact, Marcus was suppressed by the singing the whole time and he didn't see anything.
"Well, it looks like we're in luck."
Marcus took a deep breath, the air still filled with the lingering smell of the demon's disappearance.
"Now let us destroy this scourge."
At this time, Soshyan's communicator suddenly sounded, and then Farzad's sad voice came out.
"Chapter Commander, Lazo and Alexander were killed..."
Upon hearing the news, Soshyan's mood suddenly hit rock bottom.
"You...protect their bodies, I will deal with them later."
"yes."
Seeing Soshyan's gloomy expression, Golgri opened his mouth to ask, but then his communicator also rang.
After a few seconds, his expression became similar to Soshyan's.
Marcus probably guessed what happened, but he had nothing to say. He could only quietly arrange for people to destroy the altar.
While the elite forces of the two battle groups were working hard to destroy the subspace altar, the warriors remaining in the Ministry of Justice fortress also faced difficult challenges.
Defend the fortress against the tide of enemy attacks.
Although the fleet in orbit inflicted huge damage to the enemy before the enemy group even approached, the light of the bombing could be seen even a hundred kilometers away.
But there are too many enemies and they come one after another.
When the orbital bombardment stopped, large groups of enemies had surrounded the fortress.
The brutal offensive and defensive battle started immediately.
"They're coming!"
The soldiers on the guard post shouted.
The heretics charged from the thick fog, and at the same time some huge figures stood out among the cult soldiers.
Not only the pagans participated in the attack, but also many things that appeared in nightmares.
These whip-wielding Slaanesh banshees drove the heretics into battle, pouncing on the defenders' guns like a pack of vicious dogs.
In a sense, they use those believers as human shields.
"Hold them off!"
Alex ordered calmly.
Then, the heavy bolters on the guard tower opened fire, and the defense lines on the walls and gates also roared. Heavy weapons joined the battle, automatic cannons, laser cannons, all the muzzles of the guns jumped and roared and spit out tongues of fire.
Intensive firepower poured on the enemy charges, causing considerable damage, slowing them down and scattering them.
Thousands of explosions and impacts caused bodies to fall apart or fly into the air.
Bright laser and plasma trails intertwined on the battlefield, and large groups of mortals in robes were harvested. Yarrick's face hidden by the brim of his hat smiled, and he saw many figures trembling and falling to the ground.
However, what comes must go.
The enemy also took out all the heavy weapons they had captured or made.
Artillery and machine guns roared in the distance, supporting the chanting infidels as they made a suicidal charge.
Shells and bullets pounded into the walls, blowing away pieces of masonry and tearing apart doors.
The defenders began to suffer casualties.
If that's all, then no matter how many enemies there are, Yarrick has no fear in his heart, because they can kill them all.
Even more terrifying are those they cannot kill.
When the pagan team approached the protective wall, extremely fast figures spurted out from the thick fog.
It was the agile Slaanesh Banshee.
They ignored the laws of physics, and like missiles, they crossed the wide trench outside the wall with thunderous momentum and plunged into the defense line at the top of the wall, leaving the main body of the army far behind.
As soon as it landed, it immediately started killing with whips and crab claws, and let out a playful and wanton laugh.
"Let's have fun together!"
A large group of Imperial Army soldiers were harvested like ripe grains. They were seduced by the laughter and the fragrance emitted by the demons. They stood there and were split in half, with their flesh and blood splattered and their remains flying everywhere.
"Drive them off the wall!"
Yarick shouted angrily:
"If we continue, the wall will collapse soon!"
Suddenly, a precise blast shot down a howling banshee from mid-air.
The demon's waist exploded and turned into a pool of pus.
"For the Emperor!"
Ustad ran up the stairs toward the top of the parapet, and Darwin, another warrior, walked alongside him.
They came to the top of the door, and now the wall was covered with blood.
The soldiers who were seriously injured and bleeding to death used their frantic heartbeats to drive the slight pulse of blood. The red stream gurgled down along the grooves on the wall and poured into the trenches, like rust in iron pipes. water.
