The Sikaran battle tank passed through the blazing bloody midnight. Soshyan stood at the open roof hatch, facing the howling wind, facing the battlefield directly, feeling the rage spreading in front of him.
The armored formations charged in staggered formations. After the bombing, the plains were filled with potholes, and bursts of wind blew from time to time.
Because of the armor's obstruction, Soshyan did not feel the airflow brought by the high speed, but he kept looking ahead and never took his eyes away.
The vehicle ran over the uneven gravel, and the body of the vehicle continued to vibrate and impact, but his will was filled with unstoppable rage.
Falling satellites cannot hit us because we are swift, because we are fury incarnate.
Looking back, I saw the Asvaran army still marching, and they would follow the steps of the Astral Knights until their final destruction.
The Chaos Sorcerer continued shouting to the sky, promises, threats, orders, summonses, prayers, everything, but his voice was not always discernible because it was laced with daemonic syllables.
"Stop them!!"
With a roar, the earth cracked open again, revealing scarlet firelight, and many red-skinned demons emerged from the cracks.
No matter how many demons have died in the bombing, there are still tens of millions of people who serve as fuel for madness. The raging demon tide reunites under the summons and turns towards the same goal.
They rushed towards Soshyan's position, crashed into the vehicle and disappeared under the tracks. Every move was driven by fury, as if the corrupted flesh and blood alone could really destroy the armor.
Less than a thousand meters away, the formation of the Astral Knights opened up the increasingly dense waves, and more and more demons who responded to the summons disappeared under the car.
Soshiyang remained motionless on the roof of the car, clutching the Holy Flame Sword tightly, and the gray marrow had begun to surge in his body.
The whole world began to flicker before his eyes, turning into a blur of gray.
Abaddon's machinations had fueled his anger.
Suddenly, a burst of bright light erupted on the right side. Amid the tremor of the impact, the automatic sensors of the power armor locked the sight and hearing.
Soshyan only felt the oncoming impact almost pulling him out of the hatch. The Sikaran battle tank suddenly turned to the left and stopped.
After his senses recovered, Soshyan jumped from the roof of the car to the ground. He found that Sikaran's armor was charred, black and smoking, with obvious dents. However, except for one secondary cannon that was damaged, the body of the car was generally intact.
What just attacked it was a self-destructing demon.
"Line up right here!"
All vehicles also stopped one after another, and the soldiers quickly left the cabin and gathered around Soshyan.
At such a close distance, Soshyan could already hear the wizard vomiting bewitchments and hymns, which were extremely blasphemous and abominable.
Soshiyang's eyes were gloomy. The weaver of lies must accept the judgment of death. The gray marrow began to form a cold wind, and the depressed anger purified the souls of the surrounding warriors, allowing them to abandon all unclean desires.
The power of heresy was in vain at this moment.
"Fighters! These heretics think they can stop us! What do you think?"
Soshiyang raised the sword in his hand high, and the Holy Flame Sword was blooming with holy fire against the blood.
"Kill the heretics!!"
The soldiers roared in unison.
What is gathered is no longer a person, but a vessel of flesh and blood that must be cleansed of unclean wrath.
Soshyan turned around and pointed his sword at the heretic.
"charge!!"
On the other end, the Chaos Space Marines of the Black Legion were also prepared and launched a counterattack brazenly.
The explosive shell hit Soshyan's breastplate, but it only increased his anger. He rushed to the right and jumped out of the fire net. The speed was so fast that the enemy did not even have time to turn the gun.
"kill!"
He roared and crashed into the enemy group, slamming down the Sheng Yan Sword.
The sword's blade erupted with a dazzling red light, just like his blazing anger. A traitor's helmet shattered instantly, and half of his head flew away.
The charge was far from over, and before the first corpse fell, he was like a battering ram raining down judgment on the second traitor.
Soshyan directly knocked over the enemy who was hurriedly drawing his sword, then dragged him up and slammed him straight into a roadblock.
The roadblock was covered with metal spikes more than one meter long. Soshyan picked one and nailed the struggling traitor. The remaining spikes were the remains of sacrifices. The enemy regarded these flesh and blood as trophies and as evidence of atrocities. banner.
Gas leaked from the Chaos Space Marine's damaged backpack, and his right shoulder was fixed by a spike, making it difficult for his bolter to fire. He used his other hand to swing the gun at Soshyan, who also swung the Holy Flame Sword. In response.
The blade fell, and the burst of angry light was so bright that it almost covered the traitor's broken body.
Soshyan first broke the opponent's still mobile left arm, then completely crushed his right arm, and finally his chest, until the ceramic steel and bone plates cracked like eggshells, and the leaked internal organs were reduced to ashes.
"Death! The false emperor's lackey!"
Suddenly, a figure stabbed out diagonally. The moment Soshiyang turned around, the two of them collided and then rolled to the ground.
The rubble crumbled under the weight, and they stood up to continue fighting.
Soshyan noticed that the traitor held a defiled scepter in his right hand!
This twisted monster with blazing eyes was once a priest!
There is no doubt that his crime was worse than abdication of duty - he perverted the sacred creed of the Space Marines, and there could not be a more depraved betrayal.
Soshyan's anger rose to a new peak, and there were no words to describe his contempt and hatred for this monster.
"die!"
Soshiyang gritted his teeth and swung down the Holy Flame Sword. The opponent used his unclean staff to block the blow, and the explosion of the collision of positions illuminated the entire battlefield.
But with the blessing of gray marrow, Soshiyang's blow was as powerful as fearlessness. The guy's arm was broken along with the weapon. Then Soshiyang grabbed the opponent's helmet, pulled it down hard, and raised his right leg at the same time. , slamming the opponent's face into his knee.
The heretic's face was sunken directly, and blood spurted out from the cracks in the broken helmet.
When the opponent staggered backwards, Soshyan penetrated the enemy's pelvis with his sword, and then slashed hard.
When the heretic's upper body fell, its lower body was still swaying in place.
Both sides on the battlefield tried their best to unleash the raging fury of their respective beliefs without reservation.
But with the expansion of the Dark Realm, both demons and heretics are vulnerable to the wrath of the Astartes.
They were either burned to ashes by the heat, or turned into flesh by the trampling of the ceramite boots, or crushed by the surging plasma.
Bullets rained down, and the gathered demons fell in pieces, like ants using a mantis as a cart, dying miserably at their feet without the slightest attention.
At the edge of the battlefield, further away, the Aswaran army advanced. They also joined the fierce offensive, splashing more scarlet in the muddy blood swamp.
