But even though he was trapped in the quagmire, the war in Soshiyang's heart remained undiminished, threatening to kill the strongest inhabitants of this subspace and shake the supreme power of the gods down to the mortal world.
The roaring chain saws drew semicircular crescent tracks, and the strong winds of the ether were fanning, and the demon's counterattacks were defused one after another.
One person and one demon collided and separated, weapons and claws merged and separated, turning into invisible tornadoes that slashed and stabbed at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
"die!!!!!!!!"
The chanter screamed, soaking Soshyan in a torrent of molecular vibrations, but he managed to survive.
At this time, the chanter's claws suddenly stretched out and scratched Sosh Yang's breastplate, and the other party immediately retaliated.
From the beginning to the end, the halberd was constantly swinging, slashing heavily into the muscles intertwined with etheric matter, causing the demon to howl wildly.
"I think you care about your subordinates."
The chanter said, pulling away from Soshyan's fierce attack.
"Do you want me to show you his pain?"
In the face of provocation, Soshyan could only attack more and more fiercely, his limbs became harder and harder, and his halberd was swung so fast that reality seemed to be torn apart by it.
With a sneer, the demon threw everything within reach towards Sosh Yang.
He lives, his warriors live, the creatures of the Warp feed on fear, but here fear has no place.
"My concert is not suitable for people like you,"
The big demon summoned a new wave of impact, almost making Soshiyang stagger.
"Reality doesn't suit you either"
Soshyan swung the rapidly rotating chain saw across the ugly body with his backhand, tearing open sores from one end to the other. Then the devil's claws also scratched through his breastplate, almost killing a piece of him. Tear off the meat.
Blood now joins the cycle of war, the bright red of humanity intertwined with the purple charm of the great demon.
"You ruined my perfection!"
The daemon screamed again, throwing the Space Marine away and dissolving the ground beneath his feet.
Then it swooped forward with one clenched paw and clawed at his neck, forcing Soshyan to retreat further.
"This is my lord's favorite music!"
Soshiyang immediately fought back, twisted his wrist, and cut off the big demon's arm with his halberd. Then he took advantage of the situation and went straight to the big demon's abdomen, tearing another wound on the side of the big demon.
Burning ichor spurted out from the sores made by the saw teeth, and was then doused by the ichor.
But the wound did not heal as quickly as before.
"You will be destroyed for me!"
The demon's claws scratched randomly, and Suoshiyang knocked all these obstacles away and used his halberd to scratch the demon's front legs, causing his muscles to tremble.
Then it swept across the demon's chest and cut into its torso.
The chanter's body flickered between collapse and reunion, and then it used all its strength and let out an unprecedented scream.
WRYYYY————————! ! !
The scream was something Soshyan had never heard before.
It consumed him, nearly reducing him to nothing, turning the world into a rain of shattered glass, turning even the Space Marines and daemons fighting around them into shards of sensory impressions, all shattered and falling into the abyss of agony.
Only one image remained intact, bringing his agony to an extreme.
The chanter, like a cat cornering a mouse, grabbed Soshyan with its paw.
"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"
Through the storm of pain, through the raindrops on the glass, there appeared a crystalline darkness.
A command is comparable to a demonic scream, but a command is more powerful.
It is powerful and full of hope.
Before this scream, there were lies of hope, those silver-grey illusions, and those broken realities scattered everywhere, as if all the places in the world were lost in the night before the scream, the night before the pain.
This command is so powerful that it will guide him through pain and debris.
Although his mind is still as cold as iron, his body is no longer under control.
The Space Marines continued to fight, slaying those before them with war cries as the daemons screamed in agony.
Soshyan saw victory on the chanter's face, and he understood that this moment was carefully arranged by the devil, and that every step was planned in advance.
This moment is its artistic pinnacle, its crowning masterpiece.
The only thing he didn't understand was why this demon was still so powerful under the influence of gray marrow?
Why? Where does the problem occur?
Or did he overlook something?
"Sir? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Thanks to the commander's sharp turn and acceleration at the last moment, Yarick was not buried in the rubble in the end, but most of his troops were destroyed, leaving only five or six Chimeras and a sparse hundreds of people.
He patted his hair, shaking off the gravel and dust, and glanced at the trembling church.
"Knight Titan can't fix it."
He expressed his views on the war situation bluntly.
"Political commissar! Found many enemies."
Upon hearing this, he immediately aimed the heavy explosive bomb at the thugs and calmly executed them.
The cultists collapsed to the ground and rolled under the wash of flames. Likewise, everything tainted by Chaos will be burned.
He saw other streets burning, chaos spreading throughout the city, and abhorrent playfulness everywhere he went.
The demon's command sparked a new offensive.
It was already evening, the sky was getting dark, and the entire city was currently without power.
He directed his troops to leave the devastated square area and move towards the original location of the cathedral, because he thought the Space Marines might be found there.
Demons that can be seen from time to time along the way flash from the edge of the road, their silhouettes flickering in the firelight, and they will catch those stragglers, but most of their prey is further away.
They ran and screamed through the streets.
Alex also heard singing, mixed in with the muddy music.
The voice was not very far away from him.
After a period of exposure to demonic sounds, he could roughly distinguish between subspace sounds and human voices, and this song was undoubtedly produced by humans.
Human song?
Alex felt something was wrong.
"Turn, turn west."
Soon, the convoy arrived at the original location of the cathedral. There was no complete flat land here.
He stopped the convoy for a moment, and over the raucous laughter he did hear singing.
Suddenly, someone called him, it was the communications soldier.
"Whose communication?"
Yarrick asked, slightly unhappy at being interrupted from his thoughts.
"Astartes communications."
The signalman sounded surprised that he had the chance to talk to such a divine being.
Yarrick returned from the hatch to the cabin of the Chimera, which contained other injured soldiers who could no longer run but were still able to fight.
Then he took the communicator from the communications soldier.
"This is Yarrick."
"Where is your place?"
The other person didn't even bother to identify himself, but when the other person spoke, Yarrick recognized the low and cold voice of the Astartes named Ustad.
"About a mile west of the original cathedral."
"We will be in attack position in a few minutes. The enemy's remnants may try to trap you on the ground. Take your men back to the starting assembly point immediately."
"Now?"
"If you don't, you're just going to die here."
After saying that, the other party directly turned off the communication.
Alex stared at the communicator. , if that was not an Astartes but a mortal, he would be furious.
But he could not be angry with Ustad, for he would not try to condemn a mountain for its obstinacy.
But he still felt something was wrong.
That singing...
"Political Commissar! Something has been discovered!"
A soldier rushed into the cabin in a hurry, saluted him, and said:
"We found an underground bunker."
"bunker?"
