By the time Catillo was saved, Ustad had just happened to kill his demonic counterpart.
Fury guided his blade, and he pierced the four-legged beast's head with his long sword, cutting off the right half.
Ustad could feel his bodily fluids boiling like a steam furnace.
Since the start of the battle, he has suffered eighteen injuries, including a whip piercing his right thigh muscle, a fractured forearm bone, and a broken little finger, and others from falls, cuts, and severe concussion bruises.
His metabolism has been greatly increased, trying to make up for the needs of the battle, trying to suppress or delay the pain, trying to maintain peak physical performance, trying to speed up healing and repair.
The energy expenditure had caused his body temperature to rise several degrees, and his body was rapidly burning its fat reserves.
Ustad knew that he would soon need hydrolyzate and additional analgesics to maintain excellent fighting condition.
Suddenly, two demons rushed out of the gap in the door, knocking him to the ground.
Already exhausted, he suddenly felt a heavy burden on his body.
He couldn't stand up.
When his attention was attracted by external things, his peak body temperature began to drop rapidly.
In an instant, the whole world turned into a slow stop-motion animation in Ustad's eyes.
Those Astra Militarum who are still fighting, those demons who are tearing them apart, the Sky Eagle emblem on the broken door, everything is so——
"ha……"
Squeezing out the last breath of heat from his chest, Ustad stood up again slowly, like a puppet.
The two demons who were about to attack him suddenly seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, becoming slow and weak.
Unnatural howls came from their mouths, but there was only pain in them.
The power sword came down with a screeching arc of electricity.
Ustad stared at it, more like a living creature with its own wrath than a weapon in his hands.
He watched it fall, his genetically enhanced brain expanding for a few seconds.
He watched as it touched the point of impact, the thin edges of the molecules slicing through the twisted flesh, sparks flying as the power of the warp tore them apart.
The edge of the sword penetrates deep into the flesh, cutting and burning calmly and quickly.
The smell of meat, burnt meat, rushed into his nostrils.
The sound the enemy made was less a scream than a groan, a futile cry.
The filthy blood gushes out like wine from a broken vat. It changes from flowing out to spurting out, and the viscous liquid gathers into a pool at his feet.
The demon fell apart in an instant, with its upper left shoulder, arm, and half of its chest split open.
With his opponent gone, Ustad continued to move forward, crushing the enemy's skull with his huge boots made of fine porcelain.
He only had one thought left - there were more enemies yet to die.
Countless enemies shriek dark hymns to Chaos with their filthy tongues, but he will kill them all this day and soak the soil of this insignificant world with their remains.
He charged like a bomb into the enemy crowd crowding the gap in the gate.
While running, the deformed heads exploded into pink-purple blood mist, and the slender limbs turned into sticky mud.
Not a single ounce of killing power is wasted.
Ustad had taken off his helmet, but not for any reason.
His face was filled with frost, and gray veins were like the roots of some kind of plant, covering his neck and face.
The power sword smoked with fresh blood, hot steam escaping from it into the cold air.
He fell into a rage that was like radiation, making the demons feel like a cold hell surrounding them.
When it goes deeper, the anger becomes as black as the void, as if it wants to absorb everything.
Suddenly, a bright beam of light burst out from the Heretic's line, a close-range shot from a laser cannon.
Ustad flinched, his eyelids snapping shut to protect his eyes from the blinding beam.
One-tenth of a second later, when he looked at the object again, a large crater was ablated less than half a meter away.
"I am the Emperor's Blade!"
Enraged by the attack, Ustad shouted the name of the Holy Emperor and charged into the enemy formation. His speed was now incredibly fast.
His sword became a trail of bright light, death followed, and the tide of demons was instantly overwhelmed.
The enemy manipulating the laser cannon was frightened out of his wits by the angel's thunderous war cry. Even the hypnosis of the Slaanesh demon could not cover up the voice of anger and revenge.
But when the cultist turned around and took a step, the hot sword penetrated his sternum, exploding a chaotic crimson liquid from his spine.
They closed the distance and fell into a cruel embrace.
Taking advantage of the fact that the traitor was still alive, Ustad didn't hesitate to rip out the cultist's throat with his free hand.
Pfft——
Blood spurted out like a spring from the heretic's destroyed body, splashing onto Ustad's face and staining his vision red.
The warm liquid came into contact with his cold face, and he suddenly realized that he was so cold.
An unprecedented biting coldness completely enveloped him in his arms.
Unable to hold himself up, Ustad immediately fell to his knees and sprayed out a string of condensed, cold blood drops from his mouth.
When he raised his head, he dimly saw a Chimera a hundred meters away, aiming its twin heavy bombs at him.
He glanced at the sky again.
Why didn't support arrive?
Why--
At this time, the Chimera, which was about to shoot at Ustad, suddenly started its powerful engine, sprayed out a cloud of black exhaust gas, and began to reverse rapidly.
Ustad could hear the sound of the tracks, and the huge body trembled. The main turret began to rotate to the left, and the twin heavy bombs gradually lifted up.
The rebels gathered around dispersed in a hurry to avoid being crushed by the urgent movement of the tanks.
What is it doing?
At this time, there was a scream in the sky.
Something seemed to be falling.
A violent impact came from the Chimera's muzzle, shaking up a large amount of dust around it. The explosive bomb penetrated [Area 8] into the thick fog, leaving a spiral trajectory that slowly dissipated. There was no confirmation it hit anything.
The next second, an explosion followed, fast and bright, hot and violent, and the twisted outline of the Chimera was instantly wiped out.
Ustad's eyes widened.
He saw it.
Amidst the thick smoke and flames, a huge chain saw halberd was thrust diagonally into the burning metal ruins, like a crooked tombstone. At its end, a helmet and a pale skull with blood-colored bat wings were tied with a chain. .
The empty eye sockets seemed to have lightning embedded in them, glaring at the battlefield in the firelight.
"This is--"
Ustad wanted to say something, but something blocked his throat.
Then he heard the roar, the roar of engines, coming from overhead.
He looked up and saw a Stormcrow gunboat with a silver-gray paint job.
More importantly, the hatch of the gunboat's weapon operator's cabin has been opened, and a figure without a helmet is clinging to the edge of the gunboat, holding tightly to the gun barrel on one side with one hand.
When it reached the sky above the destroyed Chimera, the figure let go of its hand and jumped down from a hundred meters in the air!
