"Face me, traitor!"
Soshyan roared, his roar rising above the thunder of battle, punching down one of the Noise Warriors who leapt to unleash sonic waves on him, then punching through the second without stopping.
Those sound waves all dissipated invisible five meters away from his body.
His body has become a machine against the warp.
"What are you afraid of?"
Then, in front of him, the battlefield suddenly separated, and a gap opened between the teams.
At the far end of the gap, a particularly depraved figure stood alone.
He wears a gorgeous battle armor covered with human skin, organs and spikes. The opponent's helmet has a strange carapace shape, with a long horn. Although it is just an ordinary power armor, his body shape is no bigger than that of a terminal. It is small and looks like a beast full of desire.
Zagshin the Destroyer lowered the knife in his hand and pointed at Soshyan's neck.
"court death!"
The Chaos Lord roared like thunder, then charged forward.
Soshiyang stood up, ready to face the challenge, and remained silent. He held the long sword in his hand, and the sword exuded a hot energy field.
It only took a few seconds for the two of them to go from being hundreds of meters apart to coming into contact.
In the eyes of mortals, it is as if time does not flow.
The first collision came from each other's blades. The knives and swords were rubbing together at extremely high speeds, but neither side was using their blades to collide with each other.
Then the second time, the sound was louder. Zagshin tried to chop Soshyan's head with the knife, but the root of his knife was hit by the opponent's sword first, and the huge force deflected his entire attack path. .
For the third time, the sound became crisper, and there was still some panic. The tip of Soshyan's sword almost pierced the eyepiece of Zagshin's helmet, forcing the Chaos Lord to retreat continuously and wave the blade frantically to block the attack from the front. Jab and chop.
The fourth time, the sound became moist and dull, and then Zagsin's angry hissing came.
Soshyan deceived his sword with a feint, then twisted around at an extremely fast speed, drew the sword with his backhand, and neatly cut off his left arm below the elbow.
"asshole!!!"
After realizing that he had hit something hard, Zagshin's legs jumped like springs, and he jumped thirty meters away in an instant.
He glanced at his broken arm and then at Soshyan.
"Astral Knight, Soshyan, very good."
Suddenly, Zagshin calmed down his previous sharp tone, but the question he asked made Soshyan narrow his eyes.
"Answer me, who taught you your swordsmanship."
Seeing that Soshiyang didn't answer, Destroyer immediately smiled.
"You can't lie to me. I know everyone in the Royal Court."
As he spoke, he twisted his broken left arm, and the wet muscles split instantly, and a spiked whip fell to the floor, wrapping around the Chaos Lord's forearm and swinging.
"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. After cutting off your head, I have many ways to find out."
After speaking, Zagsin swung his whip forward, wrapped it around the body of a fallen terminator, and then easily pulled the opponent back.
The heavy Terminator looked like a rag doll under the slender whip.
Then, Zagshin suddenly flicked his arm, and the Terminator's body flew directly towards Soshyan.
Soshiyang dodged sideways at the first moment, split it in two with the blade, and then raised his sword upward to meet the chopped magic knife.
When the magic knife was slashed, the Terminator, which had been divided into two parts, was divided into two parts again, turning into a fountain of blood.
When the blood splashed on his face, Zagshin gasped in orgasm, and his curved tongue slid between the fangs.
"Come! See how fast your sword is!!!"
Amidst the laughter like a storm, Zagshin performed a set of dazzling slashes like lightning, and his whole body completely transformed into a storm of sharp blades. The strength of the Chaos Lord was fully demonstrated.
Soshiyang faced it calmly, holding the Shengyan Sword to resolve the opponent's chops and stabs one by one.
Suddenly, a poisonous whip flew out from behind Soshyan and quickly wrapped around his neck. Then the end of the whip turned into sharp claws, trying to snatch Soshyan's helmet and the head underneath.
But as soon as it made a move, the suffocating cold overwhelmed it, turning it into a lump of cold, stiff dead flesh. Then Soshyan held the whip with his hand and squeezed it gently, crushing it into ashes.
"Um?"
Looking down at the frost that spread to his arms, Zagshin narrowed his eyes.
"Something's wrong, something's wrong..."
The Chaos Lord shook his head first, and then turned his confused eyes to Soshyan.
"What kind of monster are you?"
"I am your bane."
Soshyan rushed forward, and the two sides struggled again, but Zagshin was obviously distracted, lost the vigor of his previous attack, and began to take a defensive stance.
The situation on the battlefield is becoming increasingly unfavorable to the Black Legion.
At this moment, there was a roar in the sky, and then the remains of a steel beast fell from the sky dragging thick smoke. It was a hell flying dragon.
As the Hell Dragon fell, more than a dozen Thunderhawks of different colors and paintings roared down from the sky and began to spray the Black Legion's attack queue with dense barrages. Among them, the Sons of Cruelty were hit the hardest, only in the first round. Dozens of Chaos Space Marines were cut to pieces in the attack.
"What--"
When Zagshin was greatly surprised by the sudden air attack, Soshyan seized the moment of distraction and punched the enemy in the chin, knocking him directly to the ground.
He then grabbed the Chaos Space Marine by the throat and began to exert force.
"But from your beastly eyes, I see the unconcealable horror in your heart. Don't you want to know who gave me the swordsmanship?"
While pinching his opponent hard, Soshyan hissed and whispered,
Zagshin yelled, and he tried to break free from Soshyan's hand, but his knife-holding hand was firmly stepped on by Soshyan's foot.
"Remember, Istvan's blood will one day be repaid, not only by you traitors, but also by your even more damned Primarch!"
After saying that, he directly thrust the sword into the opponent's helmet, through the opponent's mouth, until the sword penetrated the stone ground.
Then, Soshyan drew out his sword again and penetrated the opponent's chest continuously, ensuring that both hearts were torn apart. Then he stood up from the Chaos Lord's chest that was no longer twitching.
At this time, blood was stained on the soles of his boots.
Soshyan walked aside and observed the Thunderhawks flying in the sky, and found that their colors looked familiar.
At this time, his communicator also rang.
It was not a channel within the battle group, but a signal from the outside, which was recognized as a friendly force. So he connected the communicator, and heard a sound that surprised him.
"Brother Soshyan, how could such a heroic battle be without us!"
"Is... is it Lord Magyar!? Is it really you!"
Soshyan never imagined that what sounded at the end of the communicator was the laughter of Lord Magyar, the leader of the Ascetic Chapter.
