Facing the enemies on the left and right, Soshyan slowly tilted his sword downwards slightly and prepared to attack. He cut off the opponent's arms when the claws came fiercely, and then stepped forward and struck with a sword. It pierced the enemy's chest, and with a crisp and audible sound of bone shattering, it quickly turned to another one, blocking the whistling hook knife.
With a cold snort of disgust, Soshyan punched the abominable Giggle in the face, and at the moment it was stunned, he knocked it down to the ground with a heavy blow from his elbow.
As soon as the beast fell to the floor and let out a piercing and painful scream, the sword in Soshyan's hand smashed its skull.
The air was filled with a musky smell similar to that of Slaanesh demons. When Soshyan turned his head to look at the others, there were more than a dozen corpses lying around him, many of them directly dismembered.
"Victor is obviously a coward."
Kayon pointed to an abominable corpse on the ground with its legs chopped off and said:
"He arranged these things here because he was afraid that someone would chase him from here."
Soshiyang held the sword tightly.
"Then he has nowhere to escape."
The team barely stopped and entered the passage to the Temple of Cain from Victor's throne area. Occam briefly expressed his concern - all of them had run out of ammunition, and now they could only use all their strength. Melee.
However, this could not shake Soshyan's determination.
As expected, the passage was filled with guards left by Viktor. They were shocked by the sudden intrusion of the Space Marines, because they guessed that what might appear were the hostile Cabal, the Ark Eldar, the Plague Marines, and the Nas. The only thing I didn't expect was a group of Space Marines wearing black legion armor.
When Soshyan rushed towards the cabal warriors, he could feel the anger fueling the intensity of every attack. He did not dodge or dodge, regardless of safety. The only thought in his mind at that time was to kill all those who stood in his way, leaving no one behind.
Every swing of the sword was accompanied by a roar from an angry soul. His arms did not feel tired at all, but instead became more energetic.
One of the Cabal warriors was hit hard against the wall, the second had his skull shattered by a backswing, and the third had his neck broken.
In the storm of poisonous crystal shrapnel, Soshyan killed all directions and was unstoppable, paving a road full of blood and debris as he advanced.
When Soshiyang noticed that there was silence around him, he realized that he had penetrated the defense of the Dark Eldar in a frenzied killing spree, and everyone else was looking at him in amazement from behind.
At this time, he was covered in blood, his armor was full of cracks, and poison crystals were stuck everywhere. When he swept it away, a large piece fell, but the poison crystals that hit his body didn't seem to have any effect. , just causing a little sting.
When the figure of Veronica appeared in his mind, Soshyan's emotions exploded again, and he continued to advance deeper in silence.
Occam patted Khayon's shoulder lightly.
"What's going on with that person?"
"Nothing, just angry."
"Angry about what?"
Kayon smiled and said:
"you guess."
Occam looked back at Soshyan's back, then shook his head.
"What a peculiar guy."
The party encountered Dark Eldar patrols several times afterwards, and each time Soshyan charged at them with a roar and tore them to pieces with his sword, so much so that he didn't even notice that his weapon was nearly falling apart.
Even so, there were still countless red eyes staring at him in the darkness in front of him. Hundreds of conspiracy warriors surrounded him, and he stood there waiting for them to rush forward.
At first, the Dark Eldar were very courageous, daring to charge at him with scimitars and daggers, but when more than a dozen corpses piled up at his feet in just a few dozen seconds, the Eldar became cautious. Quite a few.
But Soshyan obviously couldn't let those guys play any tricks. He rushed straight towards the enemy, his cracked sword dancing perfectly between the enemies. The timing of every swing and fall was almost perfect, and every stab was perfect. They are all harvesting these cheap lives.
For Soshyan, the battle seemed to be endless, and all he did was slaughter the enemies that came up.
But the Eldar killed more and more, until he was covered in blood and the corpses piled up behind him.
Soshyan killed like crazy, but the people who followed him were not so relaxed. Occam's helmet was almost broken, and several sneak attacks almost pierced his abdomen and back.
Suddenly, Occam heard the sound of metal friction and turned around immediately. The weapon in his hand instantly penetrated the chest of a conspiracy warrior. The other party struggled and uttered the last provocative words with the corners of his bloody mouth.
"Long live Victor! Long live the Phoenix King...Long live!"
Occam smashed his fist into the idiot's head with disdain.
"Is he worthy?"
Soon, they reached the end of the passage, where there was a closed door.
Without saying a word, Soshyan stepped forward and kicked the door.
With a bang, the door was kicked open in a slight depression, and a grand scene came into view.
This is a majestic hall that seems to be built entirely on magma. The red lava flows gurgling through the stone vents on the surrounding walls, filling the entire space with long-lasting heat.
Some flames linger in the air, carrying active magic. An avenue extends from the gate to a spacious platform not far away. At the end of the platform is a sparkling Kane statue, overlooking the entire hall, a towering throne. Just below the golden statue.
On the throne, Victor, the overlord of Comoros, was smiling with his fist on his chin, staring at Soshyan and others who came in from the gate. On his left hand was a Phoenix Wing in a gorgeous weapon rack. Long sword, on the shorter throne on the right, Veronica is sitting in a light blue robe and wearing a gold crown.
Veronica's legs and feet were bound by invisible restraints, and she could only look at Soshyan with worried eyes.
"Welcome, welcome. It's a great honor for you to come all the way to attend my wedding... Although our races are different, our expectations for a better future are the same."
Soshyan stepped forward slowly.
"If you still have any tricks, use them quickly. After a while, your brain won't be able to say anything else."
"Ah, Chapter Master Soshyan Alexei, your threats really chill me from the soles of my feet to my heart."
As he spoke, Victor tilted his body and gently brushed Veronica's cheek with the fingers of his right hand. The other party immediately moved his face away in disgust.
"But I still have to say, what you are doing now is really not in line with the precepts of your empire. If your Lord of the Carrion knew what you were doing now, would he be so angry that he would come to life?"
"Ha, I do everything the Emperor wishes, especially when I cut off your head."
