"Emperor——"
Castor looked around and saw many thumb-thick chains hanging from the ceiling of the hall. Hanging on each chain was a body that had been stripped of its armor. Most of the fatal injuries were on the chest and neck. Some people Twenty or thirty people were even stripped of their skins.
At the same time, there were more than a dozen human heads placed on the lumen lamps on both sides of the central aisle of the hall, and the air was filled with the smell of excrement, blood and burnt meat.
This horrifying nightmare scene made the hall feel like a Shura field.
Soon, Castor, who was gritting his teeth, saw an acquaintance on a lumen lamp holder.
Third Captain Gianluca Feola——
The blood-stained face still had some of the expressions of life, unwillingness and anger——
At this time, a figure slowly walked out from the tattered curtain on the stage.
"Bastards!! You bastards!!!!!"
Seeing the tragic death of his brothers in the company, Adams lost control almost instantly. He screamed and rushed forward, but was hugged tightly by the person behind him.
Castor slowly moved his eyes towards the figure on the stage.
"Star! Realm! Rider! Soldier!"
Sabourin, standing in the center of the slaughterhouse, slowly raised his head. The scarlet eyepiece on the pale skull mask reflected Castor's distorted face.
"What do you mean!"
"Punishment, nothing more."
"You are betraying! This is heresy! You will be judged and excommunicated!"
Castor yelled, pointing around.
"You will pay for everything you did today!"
"Quiet, as a biting dog you shouldn't be so noisy."
Sabourin grabbed a broken arm and struck the stage railing with it like a stick.
"The repayment is not over yet. We will discuss the price after it is over."
"I will chop off your head, and then you will know what the price is."
"Then hurry up. After this is over, this place will be——"
As he spoke, Sablin raised his arm and then suddenly opened his palm.
"Boom! No one will know what happened, right?"
Castor was startled and looked around subconsciously. The other party obviously told him that explosives were placed here.
He wanted to lead the team away immediately, but the other party was obviously not prepared to give him this opportunity.
"Come!"
Sabourin threw away his severed arm, picked up the chain saw halberd stuck on the floor, jumped off the stage, landed heavily, and swung his arm violently, smashing all the chairs around him and flying them away.
Then, he raised his blood-stained halberd and pointed it at everyone.
"Who's first?"
Castor stepped forward, feeling his blood sing with the chemical stimulant—a song of agony emanating from the ancient armor's pulse-point injection port.
Instead of wielding a melee weapon, he drew his plasma pistol, which drew uneasy murmurs.
The ribbed magnetic coil on the back of the weapon shimmered brightly, coating Castor's body with a ghostly blue glow.
"You bastard, I'm not in the mood to challenge you, and you don't deserve such an honor!"
Sabourin looked at the weapon that belonged to the Chapter, tilted his head to the right, and laughed without emotion.
"are you sure?"
At this time, a scream suddenly sounded.
"above!"
Castor looked up and saw ripples in the shadows, Space Marines in gray armor with blue edges emerging from the darkness like grotesque sculptures rising from the asphalt.
His heart suddenly tightened.
This was impossible. There was nothing there when they came in. How did these people hide their whereabouts?
But whether he believed it or not, at least fifty Space Marines stood quietly on the wide platform like statues, with the bolt guns in their hands pointing downwards. Castor even saw heavy bolt bombs and plasma arms. If there is a firefight, their chances of winning are very low, and support is still on the way.
"good."
Castor put away his plasma pistol, but before he could speak again, senior veteran Turuk had jumped out.
"Let me pick you bastard!"
Turuk rushed directly towards Sablin, using the weight of the chain sword in his hand to strike down at the opponent.
But before it fell, the chain saw's sharp teeth tangled together, pulling out a string of sparks along the blade.
Sabourin reacted quickly, moved very quickly, and resolved the impact in the blink of an eye.
The two then continued to fight, the blade spinning, making a crisp sound as it struck and was withdrawn.
Sabourin spent fifteen seconds figuring out the fighter's moves, then feinted to the left, using the length of his weapon to induce his opponent to move slightly to the other side, waiting for a deliberate correction before suddenly breaking away from contact and heading straight Lunge forward.
Amidst the ear-piercing metal screams, the tip of the chain saw halberd shone as it penetrated the breastplate, smoothly piercing the enemy's abdomen and cutting through the tissue cleanly.
Turuk staggered, trying to regain his footing, but Sabourin had already withdrawn his halberd, shifted his bearings, and swung his helmet in a swipe that sent his helmet tumbling bloody to the deck.
Everything happened too fast, from being evenly matched to having his head on the ground in just a few blinks, Castor immediately drew out his power hammer in anger.
"Go to hell!!"
Sabourin saluted in the traditional way, quickly lowered his halberd, and then returned to his alert posture.
Castor approached quickly like a charging bull, and then swung a blow, relying on the weight of the war hammer to break the spur of the chain halberd.
They kept moving and fighting, flakes of metal whirling and flying around them.
"You are actually more powerful than your company commander."
During the fight, Castor was surprised to find that the opponent was unexpectedly difficult. Although he would not fail for the time being, he had to use all his strength to avoid being hit in the throat, joints and other parts.
"It wasn't that despicable sneak attack."
Sabourin blurted out, taking the emotion to a whole new level of icy rage.
"Do you really think you are strong enough to defeat the third company commander?"
The next moment, the sharp slash of the chain saw made the handle of the war hammer tremble and made a harsh sound.
Castor staggered, almost falling, before being forced to block the rapidly spinning saw blades at his throat.
"He was the one who provoked us first!"
The malicious warrior said sternly:
"Do you Star Knights still have any sense of shame!?"
"You don't deserve to talk about this!"
Sabourin slashed the blade and held down the war hammer in an attempt to break through the opponent's defense.
Their helms' visors were only a hand's width apart, illuminated by the roiling disintegration of the warhammer's head.
"When this is over, everything that happened before won't matter anymore. When you produce the first drop of blood, you should expect today!"
Sabourin said in a cruel but sincere tone.
"Until then, stop talking about something you don't even own."
"Traitor! You will taste what judgment feels like."
"You'll get a taste of what death feels like."
At this moment, the wail of Castor's joints reached its highest point, and Sabourin's heavy pressure made his arms tremble.
Barak, who was behind, secretly raised his arm and pointed the bolt gun in his hand at Sablin.
But immediately, several red dots appeared on his helmet, and Li Lin above him whistled.
"Damn it, you want to die right now, don't you? I'll make it happen right away!"
Barak stiffened and slowly lowered his arm.
At this time, Castor, who had been struggling for a long time, finally showed his flaw, and was struck on the shoulder by Sabourin with a halberd, knocking him off balance. Then he withdrew the halberd and prepared to take the head directly.
But the blow never came.
"Astral Knight! Stop!"
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