What made Balzaft even more concerned was that Soshyan had moved his position at some point. The other party was already on the other side of the battlefield. The Yanyang Sword was inserted into several fallen nuns who were stacked together, with flesh and blood scattered around them. Fragments, his left hand held Fentian tightly, and his right hand grasped Miriel Sabashao's snake-like twisting hair and lifted her whole body into the air.
The fallen nun looked extremely miserable at this time. Most of the tongue of the blessed Slaanesh beast was broken off, and the remaining part was drooping at the corner of her mouth and dripping blood. Her right arm was cut off, and the broken arm was At her feet, next to her was a rune demon sword, the Painer, and her left arm was bent unnaturally backwards. It was obviously forcibly broken by huge violence. Her left leg had also disappeared below the knee and was sticky. The blood dripped down like a stream that was about to dry up.
Her originally alluring face was now filled with panic and fear, as well as a haggard appearance due to the loss of strength.
"Weren't you very tough just now? Are you very eloquent? Why are you mute now?"
Soshyan tilted his head and stared into the opponent's frightened eyes with a smile on his lips. The surrounding Slaanesh believers were either dead or fleeing under the trampling of the battle robots.
"But I do wonder, what did they do to you? What did the evil power of Slaanesh do to you when it took you into its grasp?"
Miriel Sabashao's blood-stained lips wriggled a few times, as if she were speaking, but Soshyan knew she was chanting a spell.
A trivial little trick.
Behind Soshyan, a snake-like Slaanesh beast with sharp claws suddenly appeared. It stretched out its claws and beak forward, trying to penetrate the veil of reality, Soshyan's flesh, and bones. ——She relied on the invisible Slaanesh beast contracted with her to assassinate an entire team of battle sisters wearing silver shrouds.
But Soshiyang didn't even look back. The next second, the demon suddenly became staggering. After taking two steps, he suddenly covered his face in pain, and a half-voiced voice came out from his twisted throat.
Miriel Sabashao's eyes widened in horror. This was the first time she had seen such a scene.
Black flames rose from the demon's feet like a storm, and the flames engulfed its skin and its origin. The Slaanesh beast fell to the ground and struggled, its whole body on fire, and it screamed in terror, and the molten evil substance kept dripping. fall.
Seconds later, the demon disappeared, but the flames continued to eat away at its ashes until nothing remained.
Miriel Sabashaw vomited a large mouthful of blood, and her dark eyes gradually faded into a desperate gray.
"no no."
Disappeared! The devil she contracted with has completely disappeared! Not exiled, not sealed, but completely destroyed!
"To be mixed up with someone like you, that guy named Balzaft has really bad taste. Originally, it wasn't my turn to take action with a character like you, but I realized that you are better alive than dead. You are more valuable."
Soshiyang smiled slightly, then flicked his arm, and Miriel was thrown out with a scream, and then she was enveloped in a ball of blue energy, and her whole person was frozen in mid-air, including her frightened expression and even Splattered blood.
Then the extermination machine that activated the stasis ray dragged the fallen nun who was bound in the stasis field directly to the Ada landing craft.
This scene made Balzaft's eyes wide open. It wasn't that he had any feelings for that toy, but that he couldn't accept someone taking away his things!
But if you want to get your things back, you must solve the current trouble.
But at this time, he had to have something to create opportunities for himself, so he drove the dancing Slaanesh banshees to attack the guy wearing the face of Akulduna.
Facing the screaming demons of Slaanesh, Amnak raised his blade high, almost faster than the banshee.
In a flash of lightning, the cold and shining blade pierced the Slaanesh banshee closest to him, separating its arms and body with one blow. At the same time, the other one fell, and his chest was cut open from ribs to shoulders.
The ancient swordsman galloped through the fallen like a storm of sharp blades, blood and limbs scattered on the snow, heading straight for Balzaft.
At this time, Balzaft had already arrived behind the opponent, waving the Whispering Edge high and aiming at the back of the opponent's neck. He could feel a line connecting his sharp blade to the opponent's neck. As long as he waved it, In an instant, you can take that damn head off your neck!
This feeling has given him hundreds of victories, and this time will be no exception!
However, the sword he was confident would hit did not go as expected. The moment he appeared, Amnak had already drawn out another sword, and then exquisitely wound, rotated, and harvested it, directly cutting off Balzaft's sword. wrists, then slicing the opponent's knees to force the opponent to his knees, and in an instant impaled the Slaanesh Lord's neck and shoulders.
In an instant, dirty blood spurted out.
Balzaft's eyes widened. He was finally no longer troubled by his delusions. He realized that his arrogance had led him to destruction, and the whispers and songs gradually left him.
He seemed to have returned to the training ground under the scorching sun. Under the venomous sunshine of old Terra, his skin was reddened and he was kneeling on the ground dripping with sweat. A sword was placed on his neck, close to him. With his childish face, the man had his back to the sun and was smiling at him.
"It doesn't matter, just train more. You've already made great progress."
Then the other person stretched out his hand to him, and Balzaft also stretched out his severed arm in a daze.
"Master, Second Company Commander, is it really you?"
The blasphemous songs and laughter carried away the desires and pride of the past. At the last moment of life and death, those dust-covered memories poured in like a wave, causing a line of turbid tears to flow from the red eyes.
Amnak sighed softly, and slashed the Shernabar saber in his hand, then turned around and used the tip of the knife to pick up the yellow silk that fell slowly in the air. The blood bloomed into purple flowers on the bright yellow.
"I will avenge you."
When the huge head fell to the ground, Amnak also softly spit out the oath that emerged from the depths of his thoughts, and became sharper and more decisive like the sword in his hand.
Just when the dust seemed to settle on the battlefield, the cruiser suddenly began to shake violently, and the walls and feet began to burn with a lavender light.
Soshyan felt something immediately, a feeling of something being torn apart in his ears, and a huge thing passed over his head.
When he looked up, a sentry gun creaked as its anti-gravity system failed, followed by a crack and a boom from the top of the flight deck that quickly turned into a sticky, dull crunch.
Then the surrounding bulkheads broke open, and tendrils snaked around, like some kind of venomous snake stalking the scent of its prey.
"Something is coming. It's very different. It's not a big demon."
Amnak showed a rare expression of concentration and walked to Soshyan. Soshyan also pulled out the Yanyang Sword and whispered:
"You don't know what it is?"
"I don't know, or I can't remember."
The next second, accompanied by a thunderous tearing sound, a huge number of tentacles spurted out from the cabin and armor plate, directly tearing open the outer shell of the entire ship!
