Sosh Yang continued to move forward, passed through the tall arch, and walked into the center of the mausoleum hall.
The space in the hall is extremely huge, and the air is filled with green light. It is like stepping into a mechanical hell.
Polygonal black stones supported by light pillars were suspended horizontally around him. Thin, silent undead souls lay quietly in them. Tens of thousands of corpses were framed in the light, black stones and gravity fields, and were controlled by the automatic control system.
United together.
If they all wake up, even if everyone in the seventh company fills in, they won't be able to make a splash.
Fortunately, perhaps due to the mysterious curse, only one tenth of the undead souls are awakened, but it is still troublesome enough.
Sosh Yang cut through the waves in the steel jungle and arrived at the center of the battlefield, where his company commander was surrounded.
However, he still came late.
The company's pharmacist fell to the ground, his chest was split open like a scallop, internal organs and blood were pouring out, dyeing his white armor red - with the death of the company's pharmacist, those dead soldiers
The gene-seed will be forever lost in the cold void.
This is a devastating blow to any battle group.
Originally, this sight should have put Sosh Yang into a defensive state, with the fastest speed and highest alertness.
Although he had superhuman instincts, the death of the pharmacist still made his mind wander for a moment.
So the first blow caught him off guard.
The attack came from the side, and Soshyan's shoulder armor blocked the blow only by luck.
The attacker's scythe shattered the shoulder armor and stabbed Soshyan in the forearm.
"Damn it!"
He staggered back, his face full of surprise and anger.
Angry at the mistake of being distracted.
Surprised by the power of the being that struck him.
Soshyan regrouped and blocked the enemy's attack with his sword.
He was face to face with an undead aristocrat, a fleshless brute with sleek silver armor dotted with enhanced organs and eye-catching green crystals: these aliens were usually the rulers of their wretched peoples,
They are also the elite among the undead.
The warrior's stature was worthy of a well-matched opponent, and his weapon was a reinforced halberd.
After a brief confrontation, they twirled around the hall like dancers attacking each other.
The challenge of the undead nobles is more threatening than all the undead cannon fodder that Sosh Yang destroyed on that day combined. The combat skills of these elite warriors are extremely terrifying, and their enhanced power far exceeds Sosh Yang.
Even its speed made the Astartes a little breathless.
You simply can't imagine how flexible this machine should be.
In a hair-raising moment, Soshyang didn't know if he was finally experiencing the feeling of powerlessness himself.
They fought their way towards the center of the hall.
There is a huge stack of biochemical static generators with various weird images carved on it, like an altar in a temple.
The dead souls lying in the coffin were transported out of it, floating up and down and stacked on top of each other.
Several huge black statues, as dazzling as snow, knelt respectfully around the static generator.
The silver armor of the undead noble glowed like an oil slick under the strange light of the mausoleum area. His halberd danced like a ribbon of light, launching every attack with cold and precise calculations.
But Soshyan's defense is more sophisticated.
"ha!"
With a roar, he seized the opportunity and sent a lightning-like blow with the hilt of his sword, cracking the opponent's breastplate.
The undead noble staggered a few steps, then regained his footing and immediately launched a counterattack.
Boom!
The two weapons were crossed and biting together firmly.
However, the chain saw's teeth suffered a loss on the halberd's phase blade. With a harsh crunching sound, flying pieces of metal slapped on Soshyan's power armor, and some flew past his face, scraping
There were traces of blood.
Seeing that the stalemate was unfavorable, Soshiyang was about to escape and fight again, but the opponent suddenly bumped into him with his shoulder.
The Astartes staggered backwards and crashed into a row of automatic control systems.
The casing was shattered, and the fragments scattered in all directions, looking like withered petals under the weak light.
Some casings were knocked out of the support range of the gravity beam and smashed on the polished metal floor.
The energy supply of the mausoleum instantly fell into shortage, and the sleeping aliens rolled down to the ground in a mess like bundles of branches and roots.
"Victory or death!"
The undead pushed aside the suspension casing in front of it, stepping on the debris and debris on the ground and rushed towards Sosh Yang.
Astartes struggled to his feet.
Flashes of dark, sickly energy danced across the collapsed areas of the mausoleum like miswired neurons, and flames of various colors from the explosions twisted and crashed into the tranquil silver surface of the undamaged walls.
The whole hall was filled with weird harmonies like the murmuring of thousands of voices.
The undead nobles had already rushed in front of Sosh Yang.
Astartes calmed down. At this moment, time suddenly became extremely slow, as did the opponent's movements.
Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and then Soshyang raised his arm, and the chain sword passed in front of his eyes, smashing a lens unit, and cutting a mark downward on the opponent's abdomen and hip.
In the blink of an eye, the undead swung out its halberd, almost hitting Soshi Yang's head.
But the Death Angel's counterattack forced the alien to retreat step by step, trampling the debris on the ground into powder.
Sosh Yang's next blow cut the enemy's thigh, and something silvery, like liquid water, whimpered and flowed out.
In this extremely unfavorable situation, the undead noble suddenly turned his upper body around his spine, and the halberd knocked Sosh Yang's chain sword away, and at the same time, the tail of the halberd hit him hard in the face.
Soshiyang fell to the ground immediately. The impact made the brain in his skull buzz, and his mouth and nose were filled with blood.
He faced down, and in a fit of dizziness, he stretched out his hand to fumble for the sword he had just let go of, but found nothing.
"Sir!"
He turned over and looked up, wondering why the enemy hadn't killed him yet.
As a result, he found that Vilinus of the team was sword-fighting with the undead nobles, and Fix was not far behind.
The loud sound of weapons firing kept coming from the entrance, which meant that another team had entered the core area of the mausoleum. Nothing was more inspiring than the arrival of reinforcements.
But what happened next made Soshyang heartbroken.
Vilinus was injured on the way into the hall, and his movements were a little slow.
His arrival and interception saved Soshyan, but also ruined himself.
The undead noble was too powerful an opponent. Before Soshyan, who was dizzy and bleeding from his mouth and nose, could stand up, the alien leader had already delivered a fatal blow, splitting Vilinus from his left shoulder to his right hip.
Come.
With just one blow, he was split in half diagonally.
The broken corpses of the team members fell heavily to the ground, with blood and internal organs spraying all over the ground.
Fix roared angrily and lunged at the undead, but the opponent punched him into another row of coffins.
This gave Soshyan the opportunity to find his sword, even though the serrations on it were incomplete.
"Go to hell!!"
He inserted the sword into the spine of the undead nobleman from behind, and the tip of the sword pierced out from the center of the emblem on the alien breastplate.
The beast first knelt on one knee, then fell face down.
Sosh Yang pressed his knee on his back and cut open his skull. The undead noble's pale face turned to one side, his cheek pressed against the floor, and the silver metal was stained with dark red blood drops.
As Soshyang destroyed everything in its skull, the strange green light in its eye sockets gradually dimmed.