Arterial blood spurted from the torn throats of the cultists, dyeing Li Lin's shoulder armor the same blood color.
The man who was close to being beheaded staggered a few times and plunged into the ground, dipping the soil into scarlet.
Without pausing to catch his breath, the Scout Squad Leader lashed out with his Sword Master, and at the fork two more cultists sought revenge for the slaughter of their companions.
In terms of brutality, Sablin was comparable to Li Lin. The mountain of corpses behind him extended all the way to the bombing zone on the edge of the village - just a few minutes ago, the Thunderhawks had just used artillery fire and missiles to wash away the outer area.
Although it is inconvenient for this company to appear in the public eye, Soshyan will not let this force idle, so they have been performing tasks of clearing out the enemy's hidden strongholds, and every time they leave no survivors.
"This is so boring."
Li Lin said coldly while passing through three attackers in robes:
"It's just mass slaughter. These heretics attack us with clubs, and we fight back with cold steel and explosive shells. Why do we have to waste our energy here?"
"Because this is our mission."
Sabourin replied simply, waving his sword mechanically, limbs and mutilated corpses scattered around him like raindrops.
"We are the Astartes. It doesn't matter who we kill or what we kill."
"But we can obviously kill more valuable enemies."
In a fit of rage, Strength used his armored fist to punch the cultist closest to him. The facial features of the other person were so deeply sunken that no one could identify its gender.
"The glory lies in destroying the heresy of the Black Legion."
In the center of the village stronghold, a wizard still stood on the altar, surveying the slaughtered followers.
Now it held a pole blooming with blue energy, lightning crackling along the pole, and a giant open eye darting unnaturally around the top, trying to pinpoint the Space Marines' location.
When Talos focused on this terrifying yellow sphere, his sword arm was only dancing in muscle memory. He could sense the destructive power gathering on the opponent.
This guy is trying to get a demon to possess him.
"Company Commander! To your left!"
Suddenly, Sabourin reminded Talos loudly that the young scout's armor was soaked in blood, and the metal on the blade was covered with bruises and was being struck by waves of flesh and blood.
Talos turned his head and resisted the urge to look into the eyes of the staff. Less than a hundred meters away, a cultist raised a laser rifle and seemed to be aiming at the commander of the 11th company. shooting. .
The prophet's right arm still wielded the power sword, while his left hand bent down and drew the pistol in one fluid motion.
At the same time, the muscles in the cultist's hand twitched, pressing against the firing bolt of the laser rifle and releasing scorching energy.
The bolt hit the cultist's head, shattering bones and brains like a shower, and the energy hit Talos's carapace pauldrons, which were washed with blood.
The prophet glanced at his shoulder armor. It was almost impossible to tell that it had just been hit. Apart from the scratches and wear caused by the years, even the blood-stained surface was still wet. There was no sign of being scorched or dried by a direct hit by a laser weapon. .
"Bahram, do you see that thing up there?"
When he heard Talos calling him, Bahram, who was chopping up the cultists, turned his head, only to find that the company commander was no longer beside him.
Bodies tumbled and shattered before him as Talos cleared a path for the altar, those who hadn't already been killed by his bolter being jabbed with swift fists and power sword.
"If you see it, go up and deal with it."
Drawing the blade from a slain cultist, Talos nodded to Bahram.
After killing the nearby cultists, Bahram immediately took action.
Realizing that their master was threatened, the cultists went mad and began to stop the Astartes' advance at all costs.
Stepping on the corpses left behind by the bloody path that Talos opened for him, Bahram flew towards the Chaos Sorcerer. The bolt pistol in his hand tore apart all obstacles in front of him. Behind him, two heavy bolts fired at anyone who was still there. Active stuff.
Soon, there were almost no cultists left alive, and the entire squad turned to look at the figure in power armor on the altar.
Bahram was close to the demon wizard, and he fixed his pistol to his thigh, choosing to face it with the sharp blade in his hand.
Talos stood there for a while longer, seeming to observe something.
"Company commander?"
"Just watch, don't interfere."
Preventing Sabrin from going up to help, Talos flashed the sword in his hand, tearing apart the three cultists who were stupid enough to enter the range of the sword.
"Do your own thing."
Bahram had begun fighting the demon-possessed sorcerer. When the sorcerer swung his scepter to meet the Space Marine's blow, the scepter transformed into a giant two-handed sword, and the thin human body became as tall as A nearly three-meter-long scarlet giant covered in bone spurs.
The two weapons clashed in a blinding, unnatural spark, as blessed and sheltered steel met the twisted power of the Warp.
Afterwards, both parties separated at the same time.
At this time, the distortion on the monster became more intense, and the originally human head quickly turned into a canine beast's head.
Bahram raised his bolt pistol and fired at the monster, swooping forward with his blade in tow.
But the opponent didn't even pay attention to where the bullet came from. The demon raised a claw and melted the bullet in mid-air. Then he grabbed the sword with both hands and rushed forward, just like a space warrior using a combat dagger. The hand wields the sword.
Bahram almost dodged the blow, but the daemon's sword tip scraped his power-armored thigh, tearing the ceramite.
The demon then spun the blade towards the damaged part of the power armor, but Bahram deflected it at the last moment.
Sparks rained down on the floor of the square, small fires ignited where they landed, and Bahram fought as though he were in hell.
Bahram is not a skilled swordsman like Robin, but he has excellent combat command and can fight in an extreme time to his advantage. It's just a pity that his opponent is not an ordinary enemy.
Despite being surrounded by Space Marines, the Daemon fought with ease, every strike and dodge being crisp and smooth.
The massive blade in its claws would require even the largest Space Marines to use both hands to wield it, but the daemon wields it with one hand, switching its blade arms at will to create the best angles for attack and defense.
Sabourin watched all this with a frown, realizing that if he faced such a skilled opponent in combat, he would be lucky to last even a minute.
"Child of the Curse, tell me your name. The blood smoke swordsman will not kill the nameless people!"
Suddenly, the devil roared out a very standard Gothic language.
Bahram didn't reply and just continued to slash with his sword, but Talos frowned.
"Blood Smoke Swordsmen...why are they here?"
The Prophet once heard a rumor in the Eye of Terror. There is a unique group in the realm of Khorne. They are rare in number. Most of them are made up of proud and powerful swordsmen and swordsmen who became demons during their lifetime. They are similar to most of the demon princes of Khorne. Different from their madness, they are more focused on extreme swordsmanship, and they only like to defeat powerful enemies instead of harvesting worthless skulls. Therefore, their individual strength is extremely powerful, but they rarely show up. They can only be seen during Chaos War.
The members of this group of demon princes are all dubbed Bloodsmoke Swordsmen. It is said that only Khorne himself can directly command them. In their eyes, any other great demon is just the same enemy under the sword.
Due to their overly arrogant character and disdain to even enter the physical universe, Talos only heard rumors about them in the Eye of Terror.
