"Enemy attack!"
Although he had anticipated the enemy's ambush in advance, he still loudly warned others.
Then Soshyan held the body down with his boots, drew his sword, and turned around, ready to find a new opponent.
Then the other Soul Drinkers found themselves in the middle of an unexpected battle.
Those hidden hatches opened quietly, and the traitors who had been hiding inside poured into the warehouse in a steady stream, all rushing towards their former brothers.
The bolters fired for only a moment before deadly hand-to-hand combat began.
There were warriors fighting in groups everywhere.
There are no battle lines and no rules here, just repeated duels.
Although they all wore the same armor and couldn't see each other's faces clearly with their helmets on, their former comrades had already clearly marked the identification codes of friend and foe.
Now, only the blood of one side can end this battle.
As the killing progressed, the unclean pressure increased and the air thickened.
Even across the breathing unit, the soldiers felt that every breath they took was accompanied by the congestion of sewer filth.
The pleasant laughter and vague words seemed to come from a non-human throat, but they also seemed to come from the air out of thin air.
The fighting rebels were not afraid of this chorus, but the loyal warriors were confused by the chirping sound.
At this time, the flashing thermometer caught Soshyan's attention, and it issued a warning of a sudden drop in temperature.
The heat expelled from the power pack turned into billowing clouds of steam, and the hooks and rotten decorations were covered with frost.
The whispers grew louder and louder, tempting everyone to lay down their weapons and threatening consequences if they didn't.
Soshyan did not understand the language, but the meaning was extremely clear.
Two warriors came to fight him, but Soshyan couldn't see their faces or hear their laughter.
But he and Thor took care of them in a few strokes.
At this time, he suddenly felt something coming.
Soshyan looked at the stagnant stand standing in the hall.
A light suddenly cracked in the air, like a bright room opening.
The whispers turned into cheers, praising their champion.
Then, the invisible door suddenly opened.
Dark terror surged out, and a strange figure appeared out of thin air.
He had a twisted face and unnatural limbs, and he came to this battlefield without a helmet. His once wise and noble face was now twisted in ecstasy and superiority, and he had crossed the boundary between human and demon.
Around him, there was a dazzling light blue halo, but there was no obvious light source on the other person, which was enough to indicate that it was some kind of psychic phenomenon.
The appearance of the think tank director attracted all the attention.
He held a golden spear in his right hand, taller than a Space Marine, and his armor was covered with spikes. The once golden eagle emblem had turned into a cunning smiley face that seemed to be made of flesh and blood.
Sarpedon scanned the horrors in the hall with his gloomy eyes and uttered only one word.
"Stop!"
This order contained such powerful power that all the soldiers trembled.
The warriors, whether loyal or treacherous, stepped aside and stared at each other with unwavering hatred.
However, no matter how strong their fighting spirit was, the words of the think tank director forced them to remain calm.
Only Soshyan remained motionless.
A powerful force like an ice storm surrounded him, making him unyielding and ruthless.
"Soshyan."
Sarpedon raised his hand and pointed the tip of his spear at Soshyan.
"You think you can control the Soul Drinkers this way? You are wrong! I have dealt with your mad dog, and now it's your turn! The Soul Drinkers will be free forever! Don't even think about enslaving us!"
"free."
Soshyan sneered.
"Look, look at what you look like now."
He also pointed his sword at the opponent.
"Are you worthy of being free now? You are a chaotic slave, you are even lower than a wild dog!"
Sarpedon's face immediately took on an ugly expression, an expression of anger and shame.
"Shut up!!"
Angry and angry, he rushed forward brandishing his soul spear.
"You hypocritical guys have no right to accuse me!!"
Then again, under the stunned gazes of the Soul Drinkers, he was kicked away by Soshyan.
"Killing you is easier than killing a wild dog! Even your master is the same!"
Think Tank fell more than ten meters and slid on the ground for another three or four meters before stopping.
All the bones in his body were trembling, but he gritted his teeth and climbed up with difficulty.
What happened just now frightened him. Just like in the Star Castle, as soon as he got close to Soshyan, he became extremely powerless. The power given to him by Chaos was like ice meeting fire.
Why is this?
"Untouchable?"
A term popped into his mind.
"But how is it possible-"
But no matter what, he couldn't face Soshyan alone now.
So he raised his soul spear.
"Destroy him!"
After a flash of light, nine red warriors wearing armor shining with blue and gold light appeared out of thin air behind him.
Each of them wears a personal coat of arms, and each person's power armor also bears a symbol praising Xin Liezhi. The evil energy of the Chaos God infected these soulless warriors, making their armor glow. The dim glow of fire.
Soshiyang narrowed his eyes, and he could feel ten thousand years of hatred burning in the bodies of those armors.
As soon as they emerged, the Scarlet Letter warriors aimed their sorcery-infested bolters at Soshyan.
At this time, Mark suddenly shouted.
"He has completely fallen! We swear not to associate with the fallen!!"
After saying that, the warrior roared and rushed out.
Sarpedon was stunned. He looked at his former comrades who angrily called him a traitor and heretic, and suddenly felt that the world and himself had become so strange.
"I-I'm not-"
"For the Emperor! For Dorne!"
Other loyal Soul Drinker warriors joined Mark's charge with shouts, determined to break with their former comrades once and for all.
Soon, the nine Scarlet Letter warriors, including the renegade Soul Drinker, once again faced off against the loyal warriors.
Soshyan quickly passed through the crowd and went straight to the think tank.
The three scarlet warriors immediately picked up their guns and shot at Soshyan. He could even hear the roar of the chaos bombs burning through the air and attacking him.
But he had already mentioned full speed, the power armor's servo was pushed to the limit, and these corrupted bullets could not stop his rage.
Then, the other three Scarlet Letter Warriors also started firing bullets at him.
