The Sikaran battle tank passed through the bloody midnight with the blazing flames. Soshiyang stood in the open hatch, facing the howling wind, facing the battlefield, and feeling the anger spreading in front of him.
The armored formation charged in an interlaced formation. After the bombing, the plains were filled with potholes and a gust of blasts came from time to time.
Because of armor blocking, Soshiyan did not feel the airflow brought by the high speed, but he kept staring ahead and his eyes never moved away.
The vehicle rolled over the concave and convex gravel, and the vehicle body continued to burst into vibration and impact, while his will was only unstoppable anger.
The falling satellites cannot hit us because we are as fast as we fly, because we are the incarnation of rage.
Looking back, the Asvalan army was still marching, and they would follow the steps of the Astral Knights until their final destruction.
The Chaos Wizard continued to shout, promise, threaten, command, summon, pray, and everything was included, but his voice was not always recognizable because it was mixed with demonic syllables.
“Stop them!!”
With a roar, the earth cracked again, and a scarlet fire light was emitted, and many red-skinned demons emerged from the cracks.
No matter how many demons have died in bombing, there are still millions of people acting as crazy fuel. The surging demon tide returned to the same goal under the call.
They ran towards Soshiyang's position, crashed into the vehicle and disappeared under the tracks, and their every move was driven by rage, as if the fallen flesh and blood could really destroy the armor.
Less than a thousand meters, the formation of the Star Knights opened up the increasingly dense waves, and more and more demons responding to the summons disappeared under the body of the car.
Soshiyang didn't move on the roof of the car, holding the Holy Flame Sword tightly, and the gray graft began to rush inside his body.
The whole world began to flash in front of his eyes, turning into gray.
Abaddon's tricks have ignited his anger.
Suddenly, a strong light burst out on the right side. As the impact trembles, the automatic sensor of the power armor locked the audio-visual.
Soshyan only felt the impact almost pulling him out of the hatch, and the Sikaran battle tank suddenly turned to the left and stopped.
Sensory recovery, Soshiyan jumped from the roof to the ground and found that Sikaran's armor was charred and smoked, with obvious dents, but except for one of the secondary guns being damaged, the body of the car was roughly intact.
The one who attacked it was a self-destructive demon.
"Just line up here!"
All the vehicles also stopped one after another, and the soldiers quickly left the cabin and gathered next to Soshiyang.
At such a close distance, Soshyan could hear the wizard spitting out bewitching and chanting, extremely blasphemy and extremely abominable.
Soshiyang's eyes were too long, and the weaver of lies had to be judged by death. The grey marrow began to form a cold wind, and the gloomy anger cleaned the souls of the surrounding warriors and made them abandon all unclean desires.
The power of heresy is in vain at this moment.
"Soldiers! These heretics think they can stop us! What do you think!"
Suo Shiyang raised the sword in his hand, and the Holy Flame Sword was blooming with a holy fire against the bloody background.
"Destroy heresies!!"
The soldiers roared together.
The gatherings are no longer humans, but unclean and angry containers of flesh and blood, which must be completely removed.
Soshiyang turned around and pointed his sword at the heresy.
"charge!!"
On the other end, the Chaos Space Marines of the Black Legion were also on high alert and launched a counterattack.
The explosive bomb hit Soshiyang's breastplate, but it could only increase his anger. He rushed to the right and jumped out of the fire net. The speed was so fast that the enemy didn't even have time to turn the gun.
"kill!"
He roared and crashed into the enemy group, and smashed the Holy Flame Sword.
The sword blade burst out with dazzling red light, just like his fierce anger, a traitor's helmet shattered instantly, and half of his head disappeared.
The charge was far from stopping, and before the first corpse had fallen, he was like a hammer hitting a second traitor to judge.
Soshiyang directly knocked over the enemy who was rushing to draw his sword, then pulled the opponent up and rushed straight into a roadblock.
The roadblock was covered with metal spikes of more than one meter long. Soshiyang picked one, and the struggling traitors were still on the nails. The rest of the nails were debris of sacrifice. The enemy used these flesh and blood as spoils and flags of atrocities.
The Chaos Space Marine's damaged backpack leaked out, and its right shoulder was fixed by a picket stake, making it difficult for the blaster to open fire. He waved the gun with his other hand and smashed it at Soshiyang, and Soshiyang also responded with the sway of the Holy Flame Sword.
The blade fell, and the light of anger burst out was very bright, almost covering the traitor's fragmented body.
Soshiyang first broke the other party's left arm that could move, and then completely crushed the right arm, and finally the chest until the pottery steel and bone plate cracked like eggshells, and the leaking internal organs were wiped out.
"Die it! The pseudo-Emperor's lackey!"
Suddenly, a figure pierced out. The moment Soshiyang turned around, the two collided and then rolled to the ground.
The rubble was crushed into powder under heavy pressure, and they stood up and continued to fight.
Soshiyan noticed that the traitor held a defiled scepter in his right hand!
This monster with a twisted body and a burning gaze was once a priest!
There is no doubt that his crime is worse than his resignation of duty—he distorted the sacred creed of the Space Marines, and there is no more depraved betrayal.
Soshiyan's rage rose to a new peak, and there was no language to describe listening to his contempt and hatred for the monster.
"die!"
Soshiyang gritted his teeth and waved the Holy Flame Sword. The opponent used his unclean pastoral staff to block the attack, breaking down the explosive flashes of the collision of positions and illuminating the entire battlefield.
But with the blessing of gray graft, Soshiyang's attack was as powerful as fearless. The guy's arm and his weapon broke. Then Soshiyang grabbed the opponent's helmet, pulled it down hard, and raised his right leg and hit the opponent's face hard on his knees.
The heretic's face sank directly, and blood gushed out from the rift of the broken helmet.
As the opponent staggered backward, Soshiyang pierced his sword through the enemy's pelvis and then stroked hard.
When the heretic's upper body fell, its lower body was still shaking and staggering.
Both sides on the battlefield tried their best to release their tremendous anger of their respective beliefs without reservation.
But as the dark realm opened, both demons and heretics were vulnerable to Astart's anger.
They were either burned into ashes by hot melt, or trampled into meat paste by the trampled steel boots, and shattered by surging plasma.
The rain of bullets fell, and the gathering demons fell in pieces, like an ant that was trapped in a car by a mantis arm, and died at his feet without any attention.
On the edge of the battlefield, further away, the Asvalan army marched forward, and they joined the fierce offensive, splashing more scarlets among the muddy blood swamp.