The high-level possessed warrior immediately roared.
Although this blow was not fatal, at least Soshyan now knew that this beast was not without flaws.
He thrust the sword into the opponent's chest with force, fixing the opponent's body, and then the shoulder armor suddenly sprayed out thick white smoke, which directly stuck on the face of the high-level enchanted warrior, filling his mouth with the rapidly solidifying paste. At the same time, a tactical dagger suddenly popped out of the armor on his left arm and stabbed into the opponent's neck - this little trick was something he learned from Savita.
"Damn... despicable!"
Being severely tricked, the high-level possessed warrior struggled wildly, but Soshiyang, who put on the Terminator armor, was not much inferior to him in strength and still controlled it firmly.
The tactical dagger with a decomposition stance dug deep into the neck of the high-level possessed warrior, greedily devouring the flesh and blood, like a vicious wolf biting the neck of its prey.
Soshyan also pulled the blade back and forth, sawing through the opponent's carapace.
His armor was stained with dirty blood. This was not ordinary blood, but a pus-like substance that exuded a foul stench and almost overwhelmed his will with its incomparable filth.
This is the stain of the warp, the stench hidden behind the curtain, the corruption of the human heart, the corruption caused by evil deeds.
But Soshyan mobilized the power of Gray Marrow to drive it away.
"This blow is as fierce as my anger!"
Soshiyang mocked, and the zigzag blade continued to penetrate deeper until it touched the bone.
The high-level possessed warrior was so painful and mad that he gathered all his strength and pushed forward hard, knocking Soshiyang directly into the wall.
But Soshyan stood up tenaciously, letting the dagger embed deeply in the opponent's flesh and blood, then pulled out the Holy Flame Sword and pierced it into the opponent's exposed chest.
The sword blade sank into it until it reached the sword grid, and the blood and flesh splattered made Soshyan's gauntlets slippery and black.
"Despicable, despicable guy!!"
The high-level possessed warrior suddenly took action, broke the dagger stabbed into his neck, and quickly retreated.
Taking advantage of the momentum, Soshyan grabbed the hilt of the Sheng Yan Sword and pulled it out, bringing out a lot of scarlet flesh.
At this time, an astral knight sneaked up on the high-level possessed warrior. Soshyan knew him. He was a member of Armin's team and the recruit he brought out from the Obsidian Fortress - Jericho.
Jericho tried to sneak attack the high-level possessed warrior, but his actions showed a slight sluggishness.
"Jericho! Stop!"
In Soshiyan's exclamation, all memories of Jericho left him.
"This is not the way a warrior should die."
The high-level possessed warrior screamed, suddenly disappeared in place, appeared in front of Jericho, and thrust his twisted claws into the chest of the Astral Knight.
A dying gurgling sound came from Jericho's mouth, and foam mixed with blood flowed out of the ventilation grille of his helmet. He wanted to struggle, but his strength quickly faded.
Immediately, his hand let go, and the chain sword fell to the ground, and his whole body was inserted into the sharp claws of the high-level enchanted warrior.
"I kill you!!!"
The flame of revenge burned in Soshiyang's heart. He valued every warrior brought out from Obsidian. He remembered the names of each of these warriors, and they were much closer than those warriors who joined later.
In a sense, they are all his flesh and blood relatives.
Soshyan rushed towards the high-level enchanter like an enraged rhinoceros, but the latter already had his own way of dealing with it.
It avoided fighting Soshyan closely, but instead suddenly swept its twitching tentacles towards Soshyan's neck and strangled his throat.
Soshiyang immediately felt his vision go dark and was suffocated. After stopping the bile flowing to the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand and cut the tentacle into two pieces with a powerful and heavy blow.
Without a single hit, the high-level possessed warrior becomes even more deadly, like a trapped beast struggling to survive.
"Killing everyone here!"
it declared with an animalistic roar.
"Death cannot quench my thirst!"
Other possessed warriors also went crazy. They fought with their astral knights regardless of their own damage and the math, and would never stop unless they were torn apart.
This put a lot of pressure on the Astral Knights. In a short period of time, six or seven warriors fell, and two nuns also fell.
But the possessed warriors are about to be killed.
Their master, a high-level possessed warrior, had no mercy in his eyes. His body had become horribly deformed and he could no longer be considered a human being.
In the blink of an eye, Soshyan had rushed in front of it.
Under the helmet, the face of the Lord of the Astral Knights has turned into a solid metal mask. The cold soul wind swept around him, while his right hand waved the Holy Flame Sword, as if waving A purifying flame.
"die!!!!"
The moment it was swept away by the soul storm, the possessed warrior stayed in place. All the colors in its sight disappeared, leaving only a cold hollow expanding in front of it.
Because of this boundless fear, it paused for a moment.
The next second, three loud bangs echoed in the corridor like thunder.
The deformed body of the high-level possessed warrior trembled and spasmed due to the impact. Under Soshiyang's three violent swings, the power of darkness hidden in its body also exploded at the same time, knocking Soshiyang back for more than ten seconds. meters, and didn't stop until he hit the wall.
Feeling great pain, it woke up from its trance and roared, trying to regain its strength.
At this moment, Mark and Armin, who had already eliminated the last possessed warrior, pulled out their bolters and aimed at it.
"Kill it!!"
A storm of bullets enveloped the figure of the high-level possessed warrior, with fragments of flesh, bone, and armor flying everywhere. The deformed body staggered under the volley of blows, but it was still not dead.
"You can't kill me! No one can!"
After a moment, the taunting voice of the high-level possessed warrior came from the smoke, and its flesh and blood began to heal.
Armin did not stop working hard.
"Keep shooting!"
The high-level possessed warrior hunched up, trying to brave the hail of bullets and rush towards the warriors who were firing at it in the corridor.
However, Talos had already touched its back at this time.
The electromagnetic arc on his power sword crackled.
"get out!"
The prophet spoke to the abomination.
"Go back to your cesspit!"
The long sword stabbed out suddenly, pointing directly at the heart of the high-level possessed warrior.
This time it pierced the opponent's chest directly.
"Damn it!"
With a wave of his backhand, he slapped Talos away again. Just as the high-level possessed warrior was about to pursue him, another hail of bullets hit him.
It trembled violently, spat out a mouthful of phlegm, and uttered vicious curses, but it was of no avail - its body was gradually disintegrating under the fierce attack.
In order to force Soshiyang back, the demon in its body still exhausted its power.
When the gunfire died down, Soshyan charged, still retaining enough strength to bring the battle to an end.
"You are a weakling!"
Soshyan approached again and waved the Holy Flame Sword again.
"Because you are filthy and unclean! I will kill you!"
The high-level possessed warrior opened his torn mouth wide, and his pale face was distorted by fear.
Then, the Shengyan sword was swung down, and his body and head were divided into two parts.
In the blink of an eye, the headless body knelt in front of him and collapsed.
"Throne, what an ugly bastard!"
Soshyan spat, turned off the power field of the long sword, and wiped the blood from the blade.
Then his eyes looked at Jericho's body. This was not the first warrior to die under his command, but the death of every warrior who came out of the Obsidian Fortress made him feel the pain as if an ax had been added to his body.
As the Chapter Leader, he should indeed treat everyone equally, but the emotional differences still exist.
Therefore, the price of this kind of victory was something he was unwilling to accept. Not to mention one high-level possessed warrior, even ten high-level possessed warriors were not worth the life of his comrade-in-arms in his opinion.
He sighed and turned to look at the closed gate.
"Deploy melta bombs."
