"Come here and face me! You warp-fucking freak dog traitor!"
Although the war was raging around him, Soshyan could no longer care about it. He only had eyes for Sarpedon who was retreating in embarrassment.
Braving the hail of bullets, he charged forward and launched a series of horizontal attacks. The flying sword was as fast as a thunder eagle, almost tearing the air. Sarpedon also waved his chainsword to block.
The collision of metal against metal is like a bell signaling the end of the world.
Soshiyang's ferocious offensive even made it difficult for the director of the think tank to resist. Knowing that he would definitely die if he just defended, he could only bite the bullet and attack the side of Soshiyang's breastplate.
In the process, he simply threw the chainsword, tricking Soshyan into blocking once, and then swung two sharp mutant appendages forward, with the sole purpose of tearing off Soshyan's head.
Soshyan tried to dodge, but failed to completely dodge, and the sharp claws scratched his shoulder armor.
The ceramic exploded, thick smoke rose, and silver shards of metal and ceramics splashed all over Soshyan's face.
Sarpedon took advantage of the situation and pressed forward, and the sharp barbs on his appendages bit deeply into Soshyan's arm like jagged teeth.
Soshyan endured the severe pain and gritted his teeth.
"Traitor, you can't defeat me! Go and die now."
Sarpedon raised another appendage, wanting to finish off this terrible enemy, but he failed to notice the murderous intent in Soshyan's eyes.
This is just a scam.
Just as he was making a move, Soshyan suddenly broke free from his claws and raised his hand to tear off an appendage.
Then with the armor and flesh torn to pieces, Soshyan used one hand to pierce the tip of the long sword into the body of the think tank director.
A fierce shock wave erupted.
Soshiyang took advantage of the victory and pursued it. He continued to exert force on his arm and slowly ground the long sword into the lining of the armor, penetrating the close-fitting armor.
Finally, the Holy Flame Sword pierced the corrupted flesh and blood.
The think tank director lowered his head and stared in disbelief at the bloody sword tip protruding from his side. On his purple ceramic armor, a thin layer of blood dripped down.
"This sword was stabbed for Golgri!!"
The eager sword edge penetrated
Sarpedon's internal organs, the director of the think tank immediately screamed in agony, and the traitors panicked for a moment.
Then, Soshyan pulled out a tactical dagger and stabbed him in the chest.
"This sword is the emperor's punishment!"
"No----!"
The fallen think tank director looked up to the sky and roared, and a blazing soul fire spurted out from his mouth, turning into a subspace storm.
Countless bursts of lightning flashed across the surface of Soshyan's armor, and a purple glow burned in the opponent's wounds. Under the influence of powerful spiritual energy, even the edges of reality gradually became blurred.
Sarperdon staggered back, trying to pull out his sword.
Soshyan didn't give in at all, never leaving an inch, and kept pressing the weapon in the wound tightly.
At this time, two chain swords were swung at Soshyan's head. He could only retreat and pull out his long sword to block.
Sarpedon immediately fell to his knees, his head hanging weakly.
The pale flesh hung loosely on his head, a gloomy halo of energy surrounded him, and whispers sounded from time to time in the void.
"Take him away!"
Graves, the veteran sergeant of the Soul Drinkers, swung his power ax to intercept Soshyan and roared loudly. Two veterans immediately came up and dragged away the motionless Sarpedon.
"Put him down! Damn it!"
Soshyan wanted to rush forward, but was blocked by several weapons. He could only fight with these veterans.
On the other side of the battlefield, the situation began to tilt violently towards the loyal side.
"What kind of guy is that!"
“Stop him—ah!!!”
"Quick! Retreat! Retreat!"
Sevatar went straight to the priest of the Soul Drinker single-handedly, like an unstoppable storm. When his cloak made of alien leather was raised, a huge shadow cast over everyone's hearts.
More than twenty Soul Drinker veterans were killed by him in a very short period of time.
The first man was completely disemboweled. The roaring halberd penetrated him to the end, and the rotating saw teeth tore the body into pieces. Skin, bones and internal organs were splashed everywhere.
But the Crow Prince didn't care at all about this bloody scene.
When he cut off a guy's arm, the man had just pulled out the sword at his waist.
Realizing that the opponent's target was him, Ictinos immediately summoned people to surround Sevita.
Sevatar simply waved his arm, and a veteran who had served for more than two hundred years immediately flew out like a broken spear handle and hit a place beyond the reach of vision.
The next second, he pinned another person to the ground.
The elite veterans who once showed off their prowess on the battlefield began to wail like animals waiting to be slaughtered.
Then he took the life of another person with a wild horizontal slash, and then made the ground full of intestines with a heart-cutting slash.
But Ictinos had taken advantage of this opportunity and fled.
Sevatar was in no hurry, as a Soul Drinker assault veteran rushed towards him with a jetpack and brandishing a chainsword.
He raised his leg and gave a brutal kick, hitting the opponent's chest accurately with such force that it directly penetrated the sternum and broke the spine.
At the same time, Thor had used superb skills to deal with the betrayers on the loyal side, and fifteen heads were beheaded - they had fought side by side with the Astral Knights not long ago.
"Retreat! Everyone retreat!!"
Ictinos gave the order decisively, and the remaining two hundred or so Soul Drinker veterans immediately left the battlefield and began to retreat out of the hall.
The loyal side was naturally in hot pursuit, especially Soshyan, who was at the forefront of the team.
At the same time, the battleships in orbit also received information about the tragedy that occurred in the Star Fortress. The two strike cruisers that had previously stayed in orbit began to move, but one of the engines had just started and the void shield had not even had time to rise. He was immediately hit by several dazzling light spears and turned into dust.
"Target hit! Destroyed!"
On the bridge of the Unbound Soul, the officer in charge of the scanning array reported loudly.
"Very well, for the second Gunhound
Send a message, we have targeted them, either perish or surrender! "
Lothar gave orders coldly from the command position.
In fact, before Soshyan went down to the Star Castle, Thor asked him to use the fire control system to target the other two strike cruisers, and attack immediately if there was any slight movement.
This is also the reason why the two strike cruisers were attacked immediately as soon as they made a move - on the other hand, they did not know the firepower range of the Pluto-class heavy cruiser and believed that their current position was safe.
Soon, the officer in charge of communications shouted:
"The other party agrees to surrender!"
"Scanning monitoring, the other party has shut down the engine!"
"Copy that, continue monitoring."
At this time, the operating officer responsible for monitoring the subspace fluctuations suddenly stood up from his position.
"Report! There are abnormal fluctuations in the subspace!"
"specific situation!"
"A warship is leaving the subspace. According to the scan, it should be a...hulk."
"Hulk?"
Lothar frowned, feeling that things were not simple.
"Continue surveillance."
"receive!"
