Realizing that he was facing a follower of the evil god Nurgle, Soshyan stepped back, and Copras pulled his weapon back - its shape had condensed into a long sword with jagged and broken edges, and the blood Continuously dripping from the sharp edges of its teeth as if weeping.
"Your death has been planned."
The jagged sword was thrown forward, and Suoshiyang followed the opponent closely after dodging.
At this time, the door of the hall opened with a bang, and dozens of plague warriors slowly walked in, trailing a stinky trail - they all had similar characteristics to the people they were loyal to, with curved and swollen supernatural bodies, and the once sophisticated armor. Covered in filth and corrosion.
As soon as the Plague Marines appeared, they began to shoot with the guns in their hands. At the same time, more warp creations poured out of the altar, fighting with the Space Marines and Sisters.
The scene was extremely chaotic for a while.
Soshyan twisted to avoid the strange weapon and caught the moment his opponent's defenses opened wide.
So he rushed forward, all his will and the reactions he had gained through years of training were integrated into this rush.
But the opponent flashed aside at a speed completely inconsistent with his body shape, and his body shape and movements seemed to have not moved at all except for the missing moment.
A black afterimage still remains at the original place of Copras, dissipating in the air like an indentation.
Soshyan missed a hit, and the opponent immediately counterattacked.
The sword changed again - now it was a black mace, with its heavy head covered with sharp spikes, like an explosion frozen in the night, trailing flames behind it.
Soshyan's sword caught up with the blow, but it was too late.
The impact knocked him back several steps, and he felt that the bones of the arm holding the sword seemed to be broken under the shock wave of the counter-shock.
"Well done."
Soshyan growled, and the creatures squeaked and slid away from him.
An invisible cold wind gradually enveloped the hall.
Copras was already only five steps away from him, holding the hammer above his head with both hands, and the dark pits between his eyes remained unmoved.
He rolled his neck and shoulders, slowly and casually.
"Is there anyone untouchable here?"
Copras asked softly. As he stretched his limbs, a chill suddenly ran through his body, making him feel extremely painful.
He hasn't felt warmth or cold in many years, let alone pain.
"Where are they hiding?"
Years of experience told him that this phenomenon could only be caused by soulless people.
And the effect is so obvious, there should be more than one.
But Soshyan didn't answer, he just swung his sword to smash the opponent's fallen hammer away.
"There are no secrets in the subspace. I can see your heart, and I can also see your destiny. Your loving father has given me your end! You will never leave here alive! You will never live to see it. Until the collapse of this hypocritical empire!”
Soshiyang felt the cold wind blowing through his limbs, and silently stepped forward, holding his sword high.
Copras moved so fast that it seemed unreal - shadows and oily smoke trailing behind him again.
Soshyan wanted to capture him, but the black hammer suddenly smashed into his chest.
But he just shook, his legs motionless - the Terminator armor withstood the blow.
The world began to crumble around him, becoming smaller and smaller, becoming an endless pit that pulled him into it.
But he couldn't actually see it at all, and the only sound was the muffled thunder that his ears heard.
He couldn't feel the sword in his hand at all, couldn't feel the broken plates of his armor at all.
"Use me, use me, use me...release me."
A whisper lingered in his mind, it was the grimoire hidden on his waist.
But Soshyan rejected it.
"No."
The next moment, the world began to roar at him through sounds and colors, sounds that could deafen people and lights that could illuminate blind people.
He can see it.
A figure stood five meters in front of him. The black ink stains on the armor twisted and scattered into the air. The mace in his hand flickered and changed into other shapes, and then changed back again.
Creatures with swollen limbs, festering skin, and bestial faces writhed and swayed behind him, the vaults alight with the chaotic firefight.
Copras's mouth suddenly opened, and green smoke and tiny flies emerged from between the yellowed teeth as he breathed.
"Die."
He waved the black mace over his head.
At that moment, Soshyan thrust forward.
The heavy Terminator was like his skin, completely insensible. His speed even broke the sound barrier, and he directly hit the opponent with a loud noise.
The tip of the long sword just penetrated the lower part of the edge of Copras' breastplate. The blade trembled and cut in, passing through the armor, flesh and bones, and pierced into the power backpack on the opponent's back.
Suddenly, a ball of flame burst out from the Sheng Yan Sword, and flammable chemicals mixed with explosive energy overflowed from the severed power line.
The flames quickly engulfed Copras' body, drowning out any cries of pain and surprise.
But he himself felt no heat at all, only the boundless chill, dragging his fallen soul into the despair of endless darkness——
Then his chest exploded.
Copras fell backwards, the flames and flying sparks vaporizing and drying the blood before it even hit the ground.
Soshyan stepped on the opponent's chest, drew out his long sword, held it with his backhand and thrust it downwards.
The tip of the sword rushed into the fetid mouth, passed through the skull and penetrated into the polished stone surface behind it.
Soshyan stood for a second, swaying, trying to suppress the cold hollow feeling.
As the battle raged around him, the creatures staggered and sluggished, their limbs and sinews trembling as if some crucial connection had been severed.
Then, an invisible cold wind blew through the hall, and green flames suddenly burst out from the fallen creatures.
The Astral Knights pursued the victory, slashing at the creatures even as they were being torn to pieces by the winds of death, and the Plague Marines also collapsed after their leader died.
Adrianna Velez had been chasing a Nurgling riding a fat maggot before, but unfortunately the opponent finally escaped back to the subspace.
Now she walked among the Fallen, guarded on either side by her sisters.
The nun's power armor roared, and some damage to her backpack did not affect her movements.
Before walking over to Soshyan, she paused to fire a bolt round into a quivering form of broken muscle and half-humanoid form.
Soshyan kept his head lowered, and the black weapon still rested in the Plague Warrior's hands, its shape constantly changing and emitting black smoke, like newly forged iron.
"What's this?"
"This thing is called the Shadow Symbiote. It is said to have been created by the Word Bearers. It is also called dead skin. It is very dangerous, but... it is very valuable in that place. A small piece is already worth a fortune. Such a big piece, Hugh This guy Lun is really rich."
Talos was one step ahead of the nuns. He picked up the fallen bone box, then used his sword to lift the writhing mass, put it back into the box, then closed it again and bound it with chains.
"We'll deal with it later when we have time."
But Soshyan was not listening.
In his chest, his heart beat in an icy melody—the melody of swords clashing against each other.
Slowly gathering the power of the gray marrow, Soshyan drew his sword from the plague warrior's rapidly decaying skull.
The Chaos Space Marine's body immediately slid to the side, and the broken power armor began to decompose. The flesh and blood attached to it scorched and shattered into fly ash, which was then lifted up by a gust of unnatural wind.
A shrill wail can be heard faintly in the wind——
