Standard tactical timing:
On the chaotic battlefield, a Genestealer pounced with its mouth wide open. Many lines of saliva were connected between two horizontally extending bite structures.
Suddenly a force knocked it aside, and the creature fell to the ground at the Terminator's feet, splattering the floor with murky slime that looked like drool.
The impact that knocked it over was nothing short of a landslide.
The huge beast struggled but could not get up because something was holding it down.
It was a silver-grey humanoid: an Astartes.
Even as blood and sludge coat the Terminator's armor, the mark of the Chapter's highest honor can still be seen.
The leader of the Astral Knights Chapter, Soshyan Alexey.
He knocked down the blocking beast, hammered the opponent to the floor with his free left fist, then raised his right foot and trampled the opponent's bulging belly over and over again like a reciprocating piston.
Then something exploded, spraying brown liquid all over the tunnel, and the stench seemed to have substance.
Even though he was surrounded by endless aliens, Soshyan was not afraid at all.
He had only one target, which was the retreating nest master - it made a small mistake. Because it could not control its offspring, the gene stealers continued to attack along the original route, blocking its own escape route. path.
This gave Soshyan a chance to behead him. He knew that the best way to deal with such grid-thinking creatures was to make them lose their ability to think.
But the nest owner also noticed the approaching threat and let out a shrill howl.
A second huge Genestealer followed the path of the first and protruded from the ceiling, dragging a string of debris on its forelimbs.
Soshyan made no extra moves. He directly faced the second giant gene stealer.
While the opponent is still in mid-air, he swings out his Holy Flame Sword.
The power sword burst out with hot energy, penetrated from behind the alien's shoulder, and swung it forward directly.
The next second, the Terminator and the alien collided together, and the explosive sound stung the ears of Loken, who was shrinking into a ball.
The alien suddenly struck twice, and its sharp claws drew many sparks on the Terminator's armor.
Soshyan staggered back under the blow, and then he drove the sword into the opponent's body with both hands again.
It was the Genestealer's turn to step back, swaying sideways.
Soshyan adjusted his posture, held the hilt of his sword firmly because it was stained with blood, and caused much more damage with the second blow.
The slashed alien fell backwards.
When the third challenger appeared, the second one had not even died.
The alien's body was very dark, as if it were the color of a bruise.
It came from the other side of the vent, very fast, its claw arms stretched forward, ready to hit Soshyan with a series of fatal downward slashing attacks.
Soshyan turned around and faced it, cutting off one of its forelimbs with his sword.
The creature's body moved around the edge of the sword and charged towards him, its claws gleaming in the poisonous-looking light.
Soshyan took a step aside and let the blow fly over his shoulder armor, while bending his back and turning half a circle, it unexpectedly hit its chest.
The moment the opponent was knocked away, he inserted the edge of the sword into it, cutting the alien's organic armor, and then slammed his shoulder to knock the screaming alien backward.
At this time, he even used the alien as a shield, put it on his sword, held it with his shoulder, and rushed towards the nest owner, using the alien corpse to block the claws on the road.
The nest master has no way to retreat, and the passage is crowded with its offspring, so it can only use its last trump card - although it will weaken it for a long time.
"Um?"
While sprinting, a series of intertwined and malicious thoughts suddenly appeared in Soshiyang's mind.
Behind him, Loken, who was surrounded by many people, suddenly shouted and bowed forward, holding his head tightly with both hands.
Several other people around him also made similar movements, twitching in front of the sudden pain, enduring the torture from inside their bodies.
Only Dietrian remained focused on his work.
Soshiyang's mind changed and he immediately realized what had happened.
Psychic attack!
This nest owner actually has the power to use psychic energy.
Suddenly, a red mist enveloped Soshiyang's sight, and then he heard some incongruous music.
The sound of music tried to wash away his mind, taking away his consciousness, leaving only the only purpose - to devour.
These thoughts did not belong to him, but to his enemies.
The enemy's unexpected ability is a variable, but for Soshyan, it is an opportunity.
When the violent power of Gray Marrow expanded rapidly, forming a biting soul storm, he immediately felt the alien's surprise and heard a frightened roar.
The red mist that shrouded his vision gradually dispersed, and he saw the savage figure.
It was indeed the hive master, and it was much larger than the hive masters he had seen before, and several times larger than the guys in front of him. Its sharp claws were even stronger than the long sword used by the Astartes. Sigh.
Soshyan's eyes met the alien's red eyes, and he felt the alien's ugly thoughts appear in his consciousness again.
He quickly responded to the psychic attack.
The nest owner made a painful sound, and his body shook as if he had been struck.
Soshyan raised his storm bolter, pulled the trigger towards the target, and emptied the last magazine.
The monster stood up and spread its four arms as if to make an invitation.
The bullets swept through the space in front of Soshyan, smashing a dozen aliens and clearing a path.
He quickened his pace, shook off the body from his sword, and rushed forward.
The hive master's entire consciousness was in a state of confusion due to the psychic backlash, so that it only woke up when Soshyan approached it and gave it a violent blow to the head with the power sword.
The sword began to tremble and tremble as its fluids boiled, even as it struck Soshyan's helmet with half of its blade limb.
The trapped beast's counterattack before death should not be underestimated. The eyepiece of Soshyan's helmet was directly torn open and scattered on the metal plate like hail.
But he was close enough.
Through the gap in the eyepiece, you could see the metal face. Soshyan inserted the sword into the beast's spine, then used both hands to pierce it through the bone, then the tough subcutaneous muscles, and finally the fragile of flesh and easily dismembered bones.
Twist, wring, give a curse and pull.
He pulled and sawed the blade left and right like a butcher, making the wound wider and wider, and blood spurted out.
The alien screamed again, spitting acid from its damaged teeth and hissing on Soshyan's armor, but it couldn't break free.
The psychic shock just now has drained its power, and now it can barely walk. It is completely like fish on the chopping board.
"Smile, you unclean bastard."
With one final tug of Soshyan's sword, the beast's head was free.
The creature convulsed once or twice as it collapsed, and sour liquid and dark blood flowed from its wounds.
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