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Accompanied by steady footsteps, the Gray Knight walked calmly in the narrow passage. He didn't need to look at the guide map to know that this passage would take him to the bridge of the ship, because he knew that something was waiting there. he.
Soon, he walked to the bridge of the ship without meeting anyone, as if the entire crew had been completely devoured.
Then, the Gray Knight quickly waved his hand, and the sealed explosion-proof door burst open and the gas was released along with the explosion.
When Zekfried walked into the room, he was greeted by carnage, as if a man's entrails had been dissected and roughly laid out on the operating table by a surgeon - the heart of the ship was its crew, and they Blood and guts were smeared on the walls in a horrific portrait painted by a mad artist.
Skin peeled off bones, organs ripped out,
A bizarre skeleton snakes across the walls and ceiling, along with nutrients harvested from the shipwrecked crew, turning the ship's bridge into a gruesome slaughterhouse.
The Gray Knight ignored the fishy smell that hit his nostrils. Under the intermittent warning lights, the damp red color in the room was particularly obvious.
He saw Neo lying on the floor, holding a pistol in his hand, and his chest was still rising and falling, proving that he was not dead.
And standing before him was the helmsman, with a maniacal grin on his face, covered in blood, his toes in his boots, scraping the floor like a puppet being dragged by a string.
"Profanity."
Jikfried said calmly, taking a step forward.
"You are not a demon, tell me who you are."
The helmsman grinned at him like a puppet.
"I am a servant of the Red-Eyed King and a vassal of the Almighty Magnus."
The Gray Knight took another step forward, holding the sword tightly in his hand.
"Turns out he is a damn traitor, get out."
An eerie silence fell like a veil, and the Gray Knight noticed the temperature reading inside his helmet gradually dropping, and saw tiny hoarfrost growing on his gauntlets.
Even as he walked forward, a faint patina slowly appeared on the armor.
The puppet-like helmsman still didn't answer.
"I know you're here!"
The Gray Knight's voice echoed across the bridge.
"You can't hide from me."
Zekfried raised his hand and aimed his sword at the helmsman, as if he were a wild beast ready to attack at any time.
"Come out."
Suddenly, the briefest flash of reason appeared on the helmsman's face, but it was instantly swallowed up by pain.
The thing that turned out to be the helmsman opened its mouth and opened its jaws, revealing a mass of crimson flesh, and then a stream of blood spurted out, leaving a disgusting trail of blood on the floor.
The Gray Knights defied the Crimson Tide and held their ground.
The air was filled with the sound of bones breaking as the helmsman's spine was ripped out of her back and curved upward like a scorpion's sting, over her head.
When his neck snapped, his jaw opened further and tendons snapped.
Beneath the tarnished uniform, the ribs writhed like a man struggling to free himself from a bag of flesh and bone.
The helmsman's whole body twitched, and his head and other things flew away with a burst of blood mist.
A mass of rough muscle appeared, unfurling like a bloody flower, the helmsman's hand turned into a claw, and the enhanced muscle tissue spread across the ravaged body.
The swollen muscles were wet and red, and finally formed a hard black carapace.
What was once a helmsman is now nothing more than a pipe for something to twist itself into shape, growing exponentially until it has to squat to stretch across the room.
Soon a horn sprouted from a bulbous head, eyes blinking maliciously like tar pits, while a slit cut through the almost featureless head like a wound with a surgeon's scalpel. The mouth opened wide, revealing rows of razor-like teeth, and scythe-like claws scraped the floor from distended, ape-like arms.
Behind it, a long, muscular tail extends from its back.
It's a monster made of twisted spines bound by vine-like muscles.
"You are indeed a coward. You sent a servant to die..."
The Gray Knight looked up at the towering monster in front of him.
A demon of flesh and blood, it stared at the Gray Knight, surrounded by an evil halo.
"Although I was just full."
The thing was giggling, blood streaming from its mouth, unable to speak because its mouth was twisted and deformed.
“But there’s always room for more.”
After just a few words, Gikfrid could tell that this beast devoured souls to accumulate strength and seduced other people's consciousness to make people crazy. This was a common method used by most demons, but the demon in front of him had a hint of Tzeentch. The demon's behavioral characteristics, considering that a Tzeentch demon is very good at disguising itself as other demons, it makes sense for him to be weird. This is also a Tzeentch demon in disguise.
Now that he saw the enemy, the Gray Knight stopped talking nonsense and held his hands
Waving the long sword, a crackling halo of flames formed an arc above it.
The same fierce flames also surrounded him, making his silver armor shine with golden light.
"Then feeding time is over."
The long sword was swung out, the devil howled, the soul wrapped in the flames of faith burst out, and the tide of evil also poured out from the ferocious mouth. Justice and evil collided violently at this moment.
"Uh-huh!!"
With hatred in his heart, Tubek suddenly screamed and fell backward.
Garmo Zejie (Sarpedon), who was commanding on the bridge, turned around, glanced at the Thousand Sons Wizard, and asked flatly:
"Is everything okay?"
"Well, brother, can't you show more concern?"
Tubek sat up from the ground and rubbed his face painfully with his palms. There was a blood mark between his eyebrows, and a crystal blood drop was dripping.
"I said, going to trouble the Gray Knights now will not end well."
"Oh, the main reason is that demons are too difficult to control. If I had the demon knowledge of that guy Khayon, I would have crushed that bastard to death."
"There's no need to add extraneous details."
Garmo Zejie retracted his gaze and continued to look at the strategic view. The red dot representing the empire was rapidly swallowing the yellow light dot representing the Chaos Fleet.
"It seems that this battle is over, and there is no point in continuing the fight."
Tubek had already stood up, walked to him, and said with a smile:
"That's enough. Throw all the thorns sent by Huron onto the Imperial flagship and let them be dealt with by the Dark Angels. If you don't deal with me, those guys (Thousand Sons) must have been killed in the asteroid." Okay, we have solved our worries, what else can we look forward to?"
"Solve it..."
Garmo Zejie stared out the observation window at the shining battleship not far away, which was once their flagship.
"Yes, it will be solved."
After whispering for a moment, he raised his head.
"Send a letter to the Endless Resentment and tell the lord that if we continue to fight, our defeat will be determined and we must retreat immediately."
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