"If they attack, we will push them back. No matter what happens, this time we will push forward and never take a step back."
Soshyan checked the auspicious data again, constantly memorizing the enemy's location.
They surrounded the two men from all directions, as if the intelligence guiding the alien had seen through his plan from previous battles and was therefore preparing to cut off their path forward.
However, the aliens were in no rush to attack.
Soshyan stared into the darkness in front of him, trying to see through the enemy's intentions.
What are they waiting for?
Soon, he knew the answer.
A series of intertwined and malicious thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind. Soshyan frowned slightly, feeling the alien thoughts penetrate into his mind and penetrate the wall formed by discipline and hypnosis training.
"Um?"
Just when Soshyan was confused, Talos made a painful sound.
"Well--"
The prophet bowed forward, holding his head tightly with both hands, twitching in front of the sudden pain, enduring the torture from inside his skull.
A fog shrouded his vision, causing all the memories that had been almost forgotten long ago to be unearthed.
He remembered the darkness in the streets of his hometown, when he was just a child, and the darkness oppressed him from all sides——
Soon, more memories swept over him, wrapped up in inhuman will and attacking him - he felt the heat of the weapon that almost took his life, and remembered the dark thoughts that almost occupied his mind at the lowest point.
His consciousness was twisting and struggling in the clutches of his enemy, and those memories became more and more weird and inhuman.
He heard the discordant music, which washed away his mind and took away his consciousness, leaving only the only purpose - pain.
But there is something else in it, even in this excruciating pain...
He saw unfamiliar faces, a plainly dressed couple and a boy looking at the dessert window, followed by a rage that was both animalistic and humane, with a hint of grief, or madness.
"Talos? Talos! Talos—"
Suddenly, a cold and biting feeling swept through his pain, and Talos also felt that the claws gripping his consciousness began to loosen.
The fog that shrouded his vision gradually dissipated, and he saw the savage figure of the alien rushing towards him, so he gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his head, raised his melta gun and fired forward.
One of the Destroyers fell down, his head being blown into a piece of metal.
"You used gray marrow again——"
Talos looked at Soshyan beside him, who shook his head helplessly.
"The enemy launched a psychic attack and you fell into it. I must save you."
After a few seconds, the pain in Talos's mind began to subside, and he scanned the darkness behind the alien shapes, trying to find their commander.
This guy was hiding somewhere nearby, disturbing their minds and trying to make them unable to fight back.
"How is this going--"
Savullo looked at the psychic who was paralyzed on the ground next to him, with sparks constantly coming out. He felt surprised for the first time in hundreds of millions of years.
This guy was fine a second ago, but suddenly the metal tentacles supporting it began to twitch, and then its head also began to twitch, spraying sparks as if there was a short circuit.
You must know that psychics are the most astute of all tomb technicians. Because they can control the power of the mind, they are also called "pioneers of despair". They are also one of the few technicians in necromancy technology who have a certain connection with the subspace.
Why did this happen suddenly?
On the other side, Talos's eyes turned and finally locked onto a figure hiding behind a statue.
boom--
The melt opened fire, shattering the statue, and the mysterious commander finally appeared.
It was a three-legged Destroyer, but it was bigger than any one he had seen before, maybe twice as big. Its right arm was a huge phase scythe blade, and the sharp claw on its left hand was even the largest gene-stealing weapon. Everyone will feel inferior to themselves.
After that, it was gone.
The lock indicator on the aiming aid stopped flashing, and Talos couldn't help but curse.
The guy didn't run away, it simply disappeared.
But wherever it is, it's certainly not far from here.
"left!"
Soshyan suddenly shouted, drawing Talos's attention back.
The prophet turned around and saw a Destroyer charging towards him with its teeth and claws bared, so he swung the phase blade in his hand and knocked the ruthless opponent aside.
Soshyan, on the other hand, strode towards the position he felt.
"Where are you going?"
Talos shouted, trying to drown out the sounds of fighting around him.
"Go hunting."
As he spoke, he stopped.
Savullo showed up, and it realized it had been discovered, that this nasty guy was able to track it, and that the shielding equipment it had installed had no effect at all.
If this is the case, then it will show up to fight!
For a moment, they just stared at each other, then charged simultaneously.
Three seconds later, the two collided. The active metal hit the ceramic steel, the sharp claws carved deep claw marks on the armor, and the long sword also left burnt marks on the ancient metal.
They then distanced themselves, but immediately started fighting again.
After only a few rounds of fighting, Saulo felt something was wrong!
His movements became slower and slower, and at the same time, the active metals on his body began to peel off strangely. It was like a person whose organic tissues except his bones began to melt.
If it can still feel pain, then this must be the most horrific torture in the world.
Savulo, who realized that something was wrong, barely resisted Soshyan's dizzying attacks.
Compared to its slowness, the opponent was so agile that it bypassed Savullo's defense several times, leaving deep scars on its body.
Knowing that the long battle was not going to be successful, Savullo swung his arm in a large horizontal slash, then made a strong force on his three legs and jumped four to five meters high, then got down on all fours and hid behind.
"Don't run!"
Soshyan roared and chased after him. Savullo jumped from the statue to behind a pile of wreckage, avoiding the death that followed behind him.
But suddenly, Soshyan stretched out his arm, and then the active metal liquid on the ground suddenly floated up, and then wrapped around Savulo's body like chains, and the other end was connected to Soshyan's palm.
This time, the Destroyer Lord was dragged to the ground.
Soshyan seized the opportunity to jump on the opponent, then put one foot on the shoulder of the Destroyer Lord, held the sword in both hands and stabbed downward into the opponent's throat - originally he was aiming for the head, but Savulo's key I hid for a while.
But it didn't feel good at this moment. The Destroyer Lord's spine was almost severed, and liquid metal was continuously sprayed out.
7017k
