In the diffuse smoke and dust, Soshiyang, holding a halberd and wearing Terminator armor, strode out, and more soldiers fell one after another behind him.
Seeing Soshi Yang's arrival, the Great Demon of Slaanesh laughed strangely, and the strange sound was like glass being scraped from bones.
"Then try it, your withered soul will make the corridors of eternity sweeter."
As soon as he finished speaking, the big demon launched an offensive, swinging out a heavy slash with its scimitar-like crab claws.
Suoshiyang swung his halberd in his hand, and the two collided with each other, making the sound of a landslide.
Without thinking, Sevatar's halberd suddenly rose up and spun rapidly like a spinning shuttle, blocking another sharp claw of the demon and cutting off a piece of armor from the opponent's side.
But just like before, the demon's injuries recovered in an instant.
It stepped back and left the attack range of the two halberds.
"There are too many. I have to call in some help."
The chanter laughed playfully, and then the faces on the wall began to change.
The decibels of their screams began to rise, racked by unspeakable sensory experiences, screaming for relief and begging for more.
Then the human face changed, the tone changed to an ecstatic slowness, and demons struggled out of the walls.
Suddenly, the chanting hall was filled with demons.
The chanter gracefully turned in a circle, arrogantly teasing the Space Marines to attack first - or so it seemed.
Soshyan sensed that the power of the warp was gathering around the chanter, and that the daemon was constructing its new attack.
"attack!"
Gorgari's voice sounded, and the Soul Drinkers began firing volleys at the Great Daemon of Slaanesh.
But the chanter didn't care about such an attack. When it jumped to the right, it threw the chair under it high and towards the formation of Space Marines.
Its movements were as fast as its thoughts, and the chair was shattered by the blaster in mid-air and fell into a groaning pile.
The chanter dodged the stormy attack, and the warriors turned their full strength toward the target, anticipating the opponent's trajectory.
In the end, the demon was hit by the bomb.
The bolter slammed into its right shoulder, daemon flesh and blood spraying against the wall behind.
But the chanter took the blow and continued spinning without hesitation, each movement a gesture of sublime grace.
However, it began to growl because its pride was hurt.
The smaller daemons charged at the Space Marines, and while bolters and assault cannons destroyed some of them, there were always more.
Soon, the Space Marines were fighting with the demons using various weapons.
The chanting hall once smelled of decaying perfume, and now it smells of charred and shattered demonic flesh.
During the melee, Farzad rushed out from the back of the wedge-shaped wing. He was the person closest to the chanter.
While the opponent's eyes were fixed on Soshyan, Farzad seized the opportunity and bravely rushed towards the devil.
Thor, who was dealing with three Slaanesh demons at the same time, glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that moment.
He wanted to remind the other person, but it was too late.
The opportunity for the demon to wander was clear, and Farzad was right to seize it.
But his mistake was that now was not the time.
Soshyan hadn't put enough pressure on the demons that his heroics turned into a mistake.
"Kill!!"
Farzad charged at the great demon of Slaanesh from the side, slashing at the underside of the demon's left arm with both of his power axes.
For less than a second, the blow seemed to hit its target.
Actually it doesn't.
In the blink of an eye, the demon took another step to the left.
This movement was so casual, natural and contemptuous that it directly caused Farzad's attack to fail. Then it looked at the reckless Space Marine and launched an attack.
WRYYYYY——————! ! !
All the flesh on the abomination screamed.
This scream comes from the twisted countless worlds of the Warp, slicing the soul with the despair of a million murdered worlds.
In that moment, all the sorrow of time and space became a chorus of enduring, ebbing pain.
Screams filled the chanting hall and spread to the sky, piercing everyone's hearts.
Farzad stood before the demon when the chanter screamed at him.
The screams stabbed like daggers into the Space Marine's body, immobilizing him.
A Space Marine may be fearless, but he is not immune to grief and despair.
The scream struck Farzad to his emotional core, a call to despair as powerful as a curse.
It tears apart all doubts, no matter how deep they may be, and turns them into spiritual fragments.
It made him feel like he was bleeding and the wounds were getting bigger and bigger, trying to drown him in an overwhelming feeling of nothingness.
But Farzad refused to be swallowed up.
Even if it means he doesn't deserve to fight, it doesn't change his duty.
"You can't make me stop fighting!"
he shouted, and hurled the ax in his right hand at the demon.
The chanter crossed the flight path of the ax and landed in front of Farzad, who was unable to move.
It knocked the Space Marine to the ground, jabbing its razor-sharp pincers into his breastplate.
The blow was as swift as a pile driver, shattering everything in front of it.
In the blink of an eye, the pliers came out of the armor, pierced the power armor and sank into Farzad's chest.
Blood immediately spurted from the wound.
"Damn it!"
Soshiyang pushed away the demons that were entangled with him, drew out the Holy Flame Sword and smashed it directly at the demons.
The flaming sword sank into the chanter's waist, and its flesh and blood exploded, with juices splashing out.
But the chanter ignored the wound, instead drawing strength and joy from the pain it caused.
At this moment, Thor rushed towards the chanter, and he struck the pincer with his long sword, causing the demon's arm to fly into the air.
The chanter turned around and tried to grab Thor with his other arm.
Thor blocked the claw-like limbs and took a step back. Soshyan arrived in time, and the demon then left Farzad.
"Take care of him."
Thor nodded and pulled out the fallen Farza.
Sosh Yang came face to face with this demon again.
The demon's bone spurs blocked his first attack and then sang.
Hordes of abominations continued to pour out of the walls on all sides, seemingly endlessly,
All the daemons charged decisively towards the Space Marines, too numerous and careless to stop them.
Those who fell would only become a temporary barrier to the other demons behind them.
One whip caught Soshyan's halberd, stopping his blow, followed by a second and a third.
His arms were seized, evil chains pulling in three directions at once.
"ha!"
Sosh Yang roared and yanked to the right with all his strength.
The Slaanesh banshees were immediately pulled before him.
The whip came loose, and he struck the halberd against the three demons, severing their arms and necks, and thus freed him.
But the skirmish cost him a few seconds.
The chanter stretched out a hand and knocked him to one side. Sosh Yang staggered a few steps to steady his body. Just as he was about to fight back, the smaller demons began to surround him again.
Soshiyang became enraged, chopped them into pieces, and exploded them, but he himself fell deeply into the filth of depravity.
The demon's corpse turned into sludge before it evaporated, and the swamp slowed down his pace.
His brothers fell into the same trap.
What Soshyan didn't realize was that during this time, the chanter was drawing him further and further away, isolating him.
WRYYYYY——————! ! !
The chanter screamed again, and the scream was echoed and amplified by the demons - screams everywhere.
The voice rose higher and higher, gathering great power and taking on the shape of an absolute truth.
The howling song of the devil interrupted and distorted any thoughts that tried to fight against the despair in the scream. There was no place for anyone to hide in front of this sound. It hit Sosh Yang with the weight of the whole world.
Mourning suffocated him, his limbs bound tightly by the warp, subtle but countless.
In the center of the chanting hall, Sevatar became the focus of despair.
His battles were magnificent and cruel, and his screams kept rising and falling. As his battle became more perfect, the screams became more and more shrill.
The chanter suddenly laughed, and the dance of its legs and claws showed a new mocking expression. Even its attacks were the same as laughter.
"I'm teasing you."
it announced as it danced.
"I've been toying with you since that ship! Behold, pain is your reward, and I will have my reward."
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