"Victor, if you have the guts, come and face me in person!!"
Soshyan roared, swung his sword, and tore open the blurred neck of a Mandela.
Now they are advancing at a speed of almost meters. The number and types of enemies are increasing, and even Soshyan feels overwhelmed.
Suddenly, he heard Occam's cry and turned around to see Alpha's assault commander stumbling back, with a twisting Mandela clinging to him and a supernatural long hand stabbing into his chest.
"roll!"
Soshyan swept out his sword and slashed into the hazy substance of the cube, causing it to convulse in obvious pain, then knocked it off Occam with one punch and crushed it to ashes with one foot.
"Is everything okay?"
When Soshyan lifted Occam up, he could feel the commander of the assault trembling all over, but it was not fear, but the cold deep in his soul.
"I...I think so."
Occam gasped, clutching his chest and opening his eyes wide behind his helmet.
"I'm afraid I'm going to be in trouble this time..."
Not far away, the Emperor's Son let out a strangled scream, and two Mandras penetrated his armor and stopped his heartbeat with their cold claws.
Finally, the swordsman's body fell in the crackling blue lightning spots, and his soul fell apart.
Now there are only eight people left in the team of twenty.
Occam felt that his vision had begun to blur a little, and the biting chill was invading his bone marrow. In fact, this was not the first time that his team had been wiped out. Occam's career as a warrior had not been smooth, and it would not be good to change it. According to the statement - he is probably a teammate's nemesis.
Not long ago, in the battle with that powerful being, almost all of his war gang were killed, and he was the only one alive, but this did not mean that Occam could accept this result.
"Hahaha....."
Opening his mouth and gasping softly, Occam didn't know why, but his consciousness suddenly became blurred, but after blinking, he found that he was back in that place again——
Under that huge and unknown black pyramid.
"This is Strike Master Occam of the Executioners... We have been deceived, brothers, this alien being has fooled us all! It uses us to insult the Legion's honorable name, but the Alpha Legion can adapt. , change! The Hydra comes out in force, each attacking! Pour our combined wrath on this pagan god, use all the weapons in your hands to defeat it! For Alpharius! For the Emperor! For the Legion!"
In a daze, Occam stumbled back to the stone steps of the giant black pyramid. He passed by the Alpha Legion officer and several soldiers who were using the fallen obelisk as cover. The indicator on his helmet locked on the rotating storm. The officer and his men unleashed the full force of their bolter fire on the C'tan, while Legionnaires in surrounding towers fired their Rogue Bolts into the vortex, then jumped out before the wind tore the structure apart.
Bright flashes exploded around the C'tan, and heavily armed Legionnaires fired missiles at the hovering light, only to be engulfed by the Deceiver.
The Heavy Weapons Legionnaires fired missile after missile at the eternal being. More flames spewed from the tornado of destruction around the C'tan. Occam threw another melta bomb into the storm, but it evaporated. All flashes are easily absorbed by its light and fury.
Surrounding the Deceiver, the warriors of the Alpha Legion fired their weapons at the Star God from ancient cairns and technological tombs, venting their hatred and desire for revenge against the alien gods. Occam saw the flashing muzzles of the guns, one after another. Fire a blaster at the enraged creature.
But it had no effect, the white pillar of fire of the C'tan began to turn like a loose rope, plowing destruction through the ancient buildings of Royal Belphegor, passing through temples, tombs and monuments without any hindrance.
Above, vortices of energy crackled across the surface of the molten core, unleashing a portion of the wrath of the spherical core itself. Pillars of fire sliced between the starships stationed nearby by the Alpha Legion fleet, several frigates split in two, and a light cruiser He was pulled into the flaming core.
Occam's former right-hand man, the former Night Lord Malik, fired his plasma gun at the abomination. The Deceiver screamed his eternal hatred at the Eighth Legion soldier, instantly turning Malik into a A wisp of black smoke smeared on the steps.
"Die, alien!"
Phil, the acolyte of the Word Bearer, shouted loudly, raised his giant sword with both hands above his head, and the Star God stretched out a flawless long white claw and placed it on Phil's breastplate engraved with runes. The next second, Word Bearer, There was nothing left, his armor turned into countless fragments, and the grotesque demonic body was instantly destroyed in the dazzling flash of light.
"Go to hell!"
To avenge his brother, Captain Vobor, also from the Word Bearers, struck a terrifying claw into the monster's face. The C'tan stepped back and glared at Vobor with radiant eyes.
The former company commander melted, and a cloud of liquefied ceramite and blood flowed to the ground.
Koda, Occam's most trusted brother and think tank, used the power of the warp to smite the C'tan, but the entity did not even use its reality-warping power on the wizard, and a claw went directly through the chest of the Legionnaire. A, tearing two hearts out of his chest.
The dead wizard's body lost vitality and fell from the steps of the pyramid, his godless eyes turning to Occam.
"Occam? Occam? What's wrong with you?"
Suddenly, Occam felt someone push him. He suddenly woke up and found that Soshyan was grabbing his shoulder.
It seemed like he had just fallen into memories.
However, the heat of the fire and the coldness that penetrated into the soul were so real.
"No...it's okay."
Occam replied hoarsely, his voice a little more metallic, but the chaos of the battlefield prevented both of them from noticing this.
"That's good, we have to keep fighting."
Soshyan patted the other person's back, but Occam moved away subconsciously, as if he didn't want Soshyan to touch anything.
"Soshyan!"
Suddenly, a slightly familiar voice sounded. It turned out to be Efrenie who arrived with the team of the Venomous Tongue Cabal, accompanied by the Nightmare Bishop Thousand Faces.
Those troops, mainly Predator Bikes and Scourges, launched an attack as soon as they came up, slamming into the flanks of the Black Heart Cabal.
Victor just smiled coldly, then turned to wink at several court officials near the throne. Among them were silent swordsmen, cloaked Haemonculi, and even a rare eight-armed snake-man.
These are all the masters close to Victor, and they have been waiting for possible changes. They are basically old monsters that have lived for thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years. Any one of them in Comoros is a character who can stand alone.
With a roar, several masters under Victor's command rushed into the battlefield like black lightning, and immediately approached Efreni.
But the Shadow Daughter was not afraid, and led the team of the Venomous Tongue Cabal to engage in a melee with the enemy, and loudly said to Soshyan:
"Leave this to me! Go and save people!"
