Originally, Rozim hoped that the complex passages and dark environment would make the enemy give up the pursuit, but the opponent's footsteps were always like maggots in the tarsal bones, and they could not speed up their pace with the lack of energy left in order to get rid of the enemy.
With the sound of hurried footsteps, the four of them quickly left the tunnel and entered a wide room, with many roads leading here like the one they came.
Rozim walked to the center of the room and stopped. Pale lights covered his head, and the shadows of the four people were illuminated.
“Wow—Fuck.”
The chef exclaimed sincerely.
“That’s the end.”
A sudden sound came out, and the four of them raised their weapons at the same time.
The next moment, a large group of soldiers rushed into the room, led by a guy wearing a black and sand mask and a funny dress. He even wore a big top hat with a very sexy look.
Rozim's first thought when he saw the other party was to pull the other party off and slap him in the face.
"Who sent you here? Red Pirates? Scarlet Reaper?"
“We are here to travel.”
Despite his fear, Rozim kept his voice steady and looked around the room in despair from a very hidden perspective, looking for a path to escape.
But reality is really desperate.
More people, or more precisely, some human-shaped things emerged from the entrances of tunnels after tunnel and walked under the lights, some of which were fully armed, but most of them were holding sharp weapons.
Some guys also have obvious mutant characteristics: some have one or two extra appendages, some have extra scales and animal hair on their skin, and some even have an extra face.
"What are they?"
Fear and disgust were intertwined in Hank Evans's face.
"Mutant?"
"After believing in Chaos's fate, they are no longer human."
After hearing this, the leader smiled and said:
"Travel? So I killed so many of our compatriots?"
"They've started."
As if angered by this sentence, most of these heretics responded immediately. They quietly took one or two steps forward, narrowing the encirclement against the four, thus giving out the space leading to a tunnel.
"Then let's explain it to our master."
Then, an ominous rustling sound suddenly came from the depths of the tunnel.
Rozim narrowed his eyes, his stomach as if twisted into a knot, and he knew what the sound was - the friction of metal when it moved with the masonry.
Before he spoke, a Terminator's terrible figure appeared from the entrance of darkness and stood before them.
"Where did the little thief come from? You dare to be arrogant in front of the extermination Badu Rudy!"
The roar of the Chaos Terminator made all the cultists tremble, and Rozim immediately recognized that this was the Terminator who had just pursued them.
Seeing a Chaos Terminator at such a close distance, Hank Evans almost screamed. The opponent's armor was engraved with profanity symbols and a large number of bloody trophys. His long fangs extended from under his helmet. The most terrifying thing was that there was a strange face grinning on his chest.
The sound seemed to come from that face.
Rozim glanced at the other party's left hand, and the original blaster turned into a more cruel pair of claws, with a halo of energy surrounding the claws.
This thing must be cut into meat very quickly—
Suddenly, Sinrata took a step back and whispered to the other three:
"Fire back to back for a while, and don't care about anything."
As soon as the words fell, the entire hall fell into complete darkness, and all the light sources disappeared, including the lights on the hands of the soldiers.
"Dry!!"
Rozim roared and pulled the trigger, and the other two men were the same, starting to shoot back to back.
The fire at the muzzle instantly cuts the entire space into a discontinuous image.
The cultists were in a panic in an instant. Some escaped around and some started shooting, but they were unable to find the right target. Instead, they hit their own people, causing those who were hit to start shooting in the direction of the attack.
For a moment, the hall was like a bunch of boiling porridge.
As if he was angry, the leader also roared, and then his body began to twist, quickly turning into a monster full of pale, dark eyes, slender limbs, and almost dragging his chin to the ground.
Then it avoided the bullets in a crawling posture, and rushed towards Rozim with his hands and feet like a Chimera moving forward at full speed.
"Fuck it!"
Rozim was not willing to be outdone and used a machete to block the limbs that were stretched out.
This time it cut very deeply, piercing a mess of flesh and pus, spilling everywhere around it, spraying the face of Cron who was closest to him.
"Does it hurt?"
Howling, the creature retreated with its injured limb, while Rozim's second knife was only a few millimeters away.
But then a ball of fire suddenly exploded a crater in the monster's chest. It just briefly looked at its target, then turned to rush towards Kron.
Rozim's speed was not slow either. When the other party was about to touch Kron, who was trying to load the bullet, he swung out the meat chopping path again.
The blade cut very deeply, and the monster retreated again.
Then, Rozim did something that the monster had not expected. He charged directly at the retreating enemy and shouted loudly like Greenskin—
“WAAAAAAAGHHHHH!”
In this crucial second, the creature did not react, and completely unexpectedly, Rozim gained a rich and disgusting feeling of cutting.
As Rozim's feet landed on the ground, the monster's head flew into a random direction and disappeared into the darkness.
But the leader's death also caused the cultists around him to fall into a complete frenzy. Before Rozim could react, he was led to the slippery floor by a wave of deformed bodies.
He resisted with all his might, kicking and slamming randomly with a machete, if something is close enough and even having teeth.
But it was obvious that there were too many enemies. For a moment, he could not see anything except his distorted face. Their expressions were blank and they were still moving strangely.
No one screamed, yelled or roared, and that was the most disturbing of all.
Rozim rarely feels so completely helpless. In most other cases, he at least fantasizes about changing the final result and taking the final, desperate gambling to hope to get a good ending, but he can't do anything here, except for useless struggles and spitting out a bunch of cultists who blush when they hear it.
A guy had already touched him, opened his chin ruthlessly, revealing many teeth, and added a layer of sticky saliva to Rozim's coat that was already covered with other disgusting things, then raised a sharp knife and pointed it at Rozim's chest.
Suddenly, howling loudly, even surpassing the continuous crackling of the fully automatic laser gun. When the continuous laser lights like raindrops snatched away his flesh and blood, creating a pool of desecration, Rozim quickly broke free from his many hands and feet and picked up his weapon - and thanks to the emperor, the thing was still easily accessible on the floor.
"Boss! Come here!"
Cron stood still for a second, taking out the light energy clip from the gun and replacing it with a new one, then continuing to shoot, providing Rozim with enough fire cover.
"Damn I'll be done without you!"
Just as Rozim used his hands and feet and returned to his comrades, he suddenly heard an indifferent voice suddenly sounding in the darkness.