"Nothing, just a feeling...that something is happening."
Soshyan walked through the door and looked back at the hall where the fierce battle had been fought.
Blood covered the ground like shining bloody clothes. Among the armored corpses stacked on top of each other, a little gray was dotted among the dirty blood red.
In the damage statistics, five warriors of the Astral Knight fell inside.
It has to be said that once the number reaches a certain scale, the tenacity of the undead army's bloodline will be reflected. In such a high-intensity battle, only five people were killed, and the remaining more than 20 people were mostly injured, and some were even fatally injured. standards, but still survived.
Their Larriman organs and meninges functioned with efficiency beyond normal standards.
Suddenly, Soshyan's eyes focused on a severed arm. It was the hand of a red pirate, holding an obsidian dagger tightly. This thing made his eyes sting.
Adriana Velez looked at Soshyan who seemed to be in a daze, so she reminded him in a low voice:
"Captain Soshyan, there is still a battle waiting for you."
"Sorry....I was distracted."
The nun then took a rosary from her waist and handed it to Soshyan.
"It will keep you away from evil distractions."
Soshyan said nothing, nodded and held it tightly.
After that, Soshyan led everyone to advance in this conservative and blasphemous star fort, trying hard to approach the target and causing as much damage to the enemy as possible.
Adrianna Velez and her sisters have also been on the front lines.
The Sisters' ranks had suffered damage since the first contact with the enemy. One Sister was hit by a heavy explosive round and fell silently to the deck.
In the subsequent battles, enemies continued to come towards them, seemingly endlessly.
The controllers of the Star Fortress were aware of the need to preserve the precious Astartes fighting force, and therefore began to put large numbers of cultists and mortals into the battlefield to delay the Imperial side.
Those cultists reeked of blood, and their numbers were staggering. Without the Astral Knights, the nuns would have been swallowed up by the tide of heretics in a matter of seconds.
But none of this mattered to Adriana Velez. His wish had come true - he could face the enemy's bloodthirsty eyes, split the enemy's armor with the sword in his hand, and fight with the great warrior. Fight alongside.
That was enough for her.
At this moment, she no longer had any desire for honor in her heart, she only thought about how to bring more harm to these enemies of mankind.
The nuns charge at their opponents with a determination unimaginable by their enemies, engaging in a show of revenge with the Astral Knights, cutting their enemies into pieces.
The Astartes of the Red Corsairs were among the mortal slaves.
In narrow passages, the nuns' smaller size becomes an advantage.
They can flexibly shuttle through the gaps, harass the opponent, and hit vulnerable parts such as the opponent's joints and eyepieces.
The Astral Knights fought as always, especially Soshyan, who was wearing a Terminator. Nothing could stop this mythical giant.
The team continued to deepen, fighting a bloody path to the central area of the Star Castle.
Here, arrays of cogitators and heavy machines made all kinds of noises, as if the entire star fort was whispering blasphemously to them.
While running, Adriana Velez wielded her power sword as much as she could to destroy the ship's facilities, enjoying the feeling of chipping away at the demonic iron from the hull.
Whenever she ended the life of an enemy, she silently recited the name of a dead nun as a form of comfort to the victim.
Finally, the team was close to the goal.
Due to fires and pipeline leaks, the temperature in the entire area was extremely high and fog was everywhere. The enemy's attacks became more and more crazy, and even the Astral Knights began to suffer certain casualties.
Adriana Velez witnessed a fighter being hit in the head with a bladed power glove, killing him instantly.
However, the remaining warriors did not change their fighting methods. Their attacking steps were as perfect as a metronome, neither too fast nor too slow, just in line with the frequency of killing.
When Soshiyang stood in the sea of blood and corpses, fighting hard with the enemy, Adrianna Velez felt an abnormal gravity attracting her, like gravity.
It was something she had never seen before but was extremely familiar.
Finally, the team entered an open hall. There was a closed door at the far end, with a small jagged gap left on the door.
While the nuns worked together to deal with the threat of other enemies, Soshyan single-handedly dispatched a red pirate who jumped at him, and then charged towards the gate.
There are still a dozen heretics who are unwilling to give up and stand in front of everyone.
It didn't take a moment for the sacred blades and chainsaws to cut them into pieces.
But when he was about to enter the gate, Soshyan suddenly stopped and raised a hand, and his brothers stopped quietly behind him.
Adriana Velez could only stop.
A large door stood directly in front of them, twice as tall as a Space Marine, gleaming with bronze and polished bone.
Soshyan blinked, a growing pressure in his eyes as he looked at them.
At the edge of his vision, some shadows seemed to begin to shake.
"Because it's a trap."
He whispered, approaching the doors, Talos and Thor following close behind, their armor hissing as they moved.
Adriana Velez followed, her fingers curled around the handle of the gun.
"Why should you care? Just do what you always wanted to do when you saw these doors, kick them open."
Talos's unusual behavior surprised Soshyan, but the other party just burst out laughing as a declaration, and then kicked the door hard.
In an instant, bronze and embedded bone decorations scattered into the air.
The door exploded inward, and the echo shook like the sound of a bell.
It was a crazy move, but now that it had begun, there was only one way.
Soshyan walked through the hallway of the hall, and the red threatening target burst out in the field of vision of his helmet like a boiling pot.
Soon, he saw clearly what awaited behind the translucent target marker.
Dozens of red-robed cultists formed a ring around the center of the room. They were bareheaded and kneeling, each holding a small knife in their hands - like black glass, black iron or dirty crystal. Shining brightly.
In the center of them, stood a human figure - his figure turned black because it was covered with shadows, making it difficult to see clearly. A gray bone box lay in front of him, with shadows and unclean light like smoke from inside. emerge like.
The air vibrated and pulsed in response to the low, dead voice of the chanting.
"Stop him! This is a damned warlock. He wants to summon demons."
Talos lowered his body and walked to the side, his feet clicking on the stone slabs.
Adrianna Velez's pistol began to sing loudly, with a red flame on the muzzle just before each shot, and a cycle of drumming and explosions.
The nearby cultists knelt on the spot and exploded. Their blood hissed when it touched the ground. Will-o'-wisps danced in the eye sockets of the many skulls lined up on the roof and walls. The dim air was filled with blood that was not caused by light. The shadow produced.
Soshyan did not move, he fixed his gaze on the figure standing alone.
The gunfire suddenly stopped.
The black figure looked up, and a large number of red runes were curled up at his feet, as if many poisonous snakes were climbing.
The other person's whole person was shrouded in black mist, and Suoshiyang could only vaguely see the other person's mouth opening and spitting out a word.
"Sacrifice."
The sound rolled through the twisted air.
The next second, as if they were one person, each cultist neatly raised the dagger and inserted it under their cheeks.
