Along the red-lit passage, Space Marines in pink and purple power armor strutted past ragged slaves. The twisted flesh of these slaves who could only smile foolishly was covered with nails, iron rings and tattoo symbols burned out. , but they did not show any pain. Instead, they screamed with joy and made way for their master.
Most of these Space Marines have been twisted beyond human form by long-term blasphemy and corruption, and their bodies have grown horns and monster-like claws, as well as various tentacles and eel-like mouthparts.
Not all members of the Flawless Blade come from the former Third Legion. Most of them were actually recruited by Lucius not long ago. They were originally Slaanesh admirers in the Red Corsair camp, but the reputation of this Immortal It certainly rings true that among the Chaos Space Marines, high prestige is the common currency, and many Slaanesh warriors seeking excitement and greater ambition have joined the Flawless Blade warband.
"It's such a shame that a person dares to join a gang."
The followers of Slaanesh on board felt a sense of contempt when they learned that an Imperial man had jumped aboard their ship, which made their corrupted pride boil with rage.
"We must peel off his skin, open his head, tear open his chest, and torture him for 66 days!"
With great anger, these Slaanesh worshipers rushed to the place where the bold guy appeared, and the guy didn't seem to move, just waiting for them there.
There were a hundred Slaanesh Space Marines on board, and they were like impatient beasts, running quickly through the passages in pursuit of prey that would satisfy their thirst.
And there are more than just Space Marines among them. In the shadows, there are also some slender figures running past in an inhuman manner and letting out soft and seductive laughter.
"Um?"
When the first batch of Slaanesh warriors arrived at the target location, an empty maintenance cabin, they were shocked by the scene in front of them.
The corpses, the corpses all over the ground, were all fallen mortal servants, and every one of them was cut in half, without any unnecessary wounds.
Surrounded by hundreds of corpses, there was a lone intruder. He inserted the red sword vertically down on the floor, holding the sword hilt with both hands. He was wearing plain silver-gray power armor and almost There is no mark, and the only decoration is another weapon wrapped in yellow silk on the back of the waist, which should also be a sword.
"kill!"
Without any unnecessary words, the killing began immediately. The Slaanesh warriors, hungry for blood and pain, gave up long-range shooting and directly took out various melee weapons similar to torture instruments to launch an attack.
At the same time, the veil of reality in the cabin was torn apart, and the Slaanesh banshees howled out. They were nightmare entities of torture and sadism, the most evil desires deep in the hearts of creatures, but they were also beautiful and seductive. A light exterior belies a talent for deadly carnage and brutality.
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But at this moment, their slender and elegant appearance was distorted into ugly faces of greed and hunger.
Then, the mysterious warrior drew his sword, silently, soundlessly, and elegantly.
In an instant, a thin layer of silver flames rose from the red sword.
A serrated scimitar struck through the wind. The mysterious warrior raised his sword blade to face the opponent, cutting off the scimitar and slicing open his stomach.
In an instant, liquid and blood spurted out. The moment the Slaanesh warrior fell, the mysterious warrior drew his sword and another thing wearing a laughing mask was already in front of him - fast, but not enough.
He stretched out his fist and punched through the bronze of the mask to the flesh underneath, and hooked his fingers around the eye sockets and lower jaw.
A painful gasp erupted from between the broken teeth, and the entire head was torn apart.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the warrior had turned around, pierced the helmet of a Slaanesh warrior with spider eyes and worm mouthparts with his sword, and let the body fall.
During the killing, the succubi kept twisting and crying, seeming to lament the loss of their lovers, but their crazy dance steps were completely unable to keep up with the warrior's killing pace. He even rushed into the group of Slaanesh banshees and cleverly Turning the sword left and right, striking with a steady rhythm, he seemed to know these low-level demons of Slaanesh very well.
Red mist filled the air, and the unfortunate banshee was torn apart by a series of stabbing slashes, but the warrior, like a king surrounded by thousands of armies, was still able to do so with ease.
He didn't even use his second sword.
"This bastard!"
More Slaanesh warriors arrived, and when they saw their own men lying slain on the ground, they immediately joined the attack and even started using bolters.
A bullet exploded with sparks on the shoulder armor of the mysterious warrior. He rushed over and stabbed the shooter in the stomach with his sword. Another Slaanesh warrior screamed and rushed towards the opponent, lowering his rifle and preparing to fire, but the opponent At an incredible speed, he went around behind the man, pierced the man's open mouth with the tip of his sword, and cut the screaming face into two with an upward stroke.
Shouts, pleas, and the sharp, hysterical crackle of weapons fired came from all directions, and the silver-gray figure still flew easily among bullets and mangled limbs, wandering from one to the other carelessly, without any trace of a sudden. Strive to decapitate your opponent with one-shot swordsmanship or slice your opponent in half, leaping around the stumbling foe.
In a clumsy attempt to destroy him, the corrupted Chaos Space Marines fell one by one, including the screaming Banshees of Slaanesh.
However, they still had hope of overwhelming this solitary enemy with numbers, and a large number of slaves twisted from mortal slaves also rushed into the battlefield. Under the evil influence of the power of Chaos, they mutated into soft snake-like existences and were almost unrecognizable. It was human, with dissonance howling from its torn jaws, its arms equipped with sharp blades and claws.
Facing the tide of enemies, Amnak showed for the first time the magnificent swordsmanship that had earned him the title of Lord of All Arms.
He used his sword to lift the fallen weapons of the Slaanesh warriors from the ground with astonishing skill, threw them into the air, and then hit those weapons at the same moment as he slew the enemy with his sword, using all the power this body could exert. The limited power to control the metal caused them to rotate outward and circle around his figure.
Soon, a circle of rotating weapons formed a halo around him, which was a steel fence. In the process, Amnak continued to add to this fence with microsecond-level reactions.
Finally, someone noticed something was wrong.
"Hey, he's a master! Everyone, retreat quickly!
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But the mysterious warrior had already swept in like a whirlwind of swords, leaving flesh and blood flying everywhere he went, and no one could even run away.
Soon, the slaves on the ship found that they could no longer hear their master's maniacal laughter. Instead, there was a snicker and whisper that kept echoing in the cabin and passage.
"Salish, my revenge will first come true from your toys, just wait..."
