Maximilian, wearing a pair of dech-type terminator obtained from the White Church, broke through the enemy's defense like a siege ram. The nihilistic lens carried by the Terminator himself is not available for the time being, but the performance of the armor itself has greatly improved his combat power.
He waved a power spear and swept across the crowd, cutting the fallen armor like a piece of porcelain, smashing the corrupt helmet like crushing eggshells, throwing the corpse into the wet air, and then breaking the enemy into pieces, quickly destroying three enemies, and his gorgeous body was covered with filth splashed in his own killings.
Talos was even more violent. He was like a harvester running wildly in the farmland, waving the chain saw constantly, by chopping and purging a path among the enemy groups.
The chain saw halberd shines when it wields, reflecting the sharpness of hell, and nothing it encounters is complete.
The decaying corpse fell from both sides of him, cut and chopped, and pieces fell into the mud without any threat.
When the battle came to Soshiyang's side, it was a completely different scene.
The body of the Terminator was towering above the enemy he was attacking fiercely, and the power of the subspace collapsed desperately around him. The sword in his hand was like a torch, and even in the heart of the diseased person, fear was ignited.
Just as the battle became fierce, another force also intervened.
“Purify these filth!!”
A high-pitched female voice echoed on the battlefield.
"Repent! Think and repent of your sins in the name of the supreme purity and purity! Redemption will come in death!"
Soshiyang turned his head and finally fell on the rhino personnel carrier carrying the holy relic box: a beautiful and heroic nun stood on the roof, and her words spread to every corner of the battlefield through the matrix of voice-enlarging devices, and her eyes were burning with a firm belief in the emperor.
There were also two monks holding long flamethrowers in the car guarding the grand nun, and a group of servants followed the rhino, carrying incense burners and flags.
"All right."
Talos teased Soshiyan through his private channel:
"This time is interesting... I hope those crazy wives don't burn us."
"...Let us strode forward and face death without pride or fear! If this is the will of the Emperor, let Him realize it!"
The team of the Ebony Holy Grail Cultivator accelerated, and the front end of the vehicle dragged thick black smoke across the path cleared by the Astral Knights, rushing straight towards the tide of corpses and insects.
All kinds of jihadists followed the nuns and died with cheers.
Although their fanaticism is sometimes troubled, it has to be said that as the main signboard of the national religion, the combat nuns' combat qualities and equipment are indeed very excellent.
Especially the flamethrowers equipped in large quantities, the light emitted by the holy oil is hot and hot, which is extremely lethal for neroli creatures that have no protective properties.
The foul odor emitted by the burned nermatism creature was corrosive, but the nuns didn't care at all.
They only care about one thing - to eradicate the flesh and blood of corruptness from the universe of order.
Under the command of Villets, the nuns sprayed a long and burning belt of progesterone along the edge of the battlefield at a larger angle.
Those insects are very flammable, some of which expand until they explode due to the ignition of flammable gases.
They moaned and hissed.
The nuns adjusted the flamethrower to the maximum power and quickly sprayed the deadly flame tongue. They now ignited the slugs in the front and then sprayed back and forth along a certain arc, bringing death to a large area.
The fire spread rapidly, even beyond the range of the flamethrower.
"We'll get on!"
With the help of the fire created by the nun, Soshiyang broke through the blockade of the plague warrior in one fell swoop, cut open a maggot wrapped around him, and then inserted the blade into the lower jaw of the other, reaching the center of the square ceremony.
The insect tide had not yet arrived here, so he continued to stay here for a while to help the two people behind him, and then they headed straight for the Chaos Lord.
At this moment, the 'slut' Lex also greeted his three bodyguards to welcome Soshiyang and his party.
And those wizards made Soshyan most uneasy because they all melted-
It was not until almost face to face that Soshyan discovered that the weapon Lex held had merged with his arms, and the broken and mutated face in the opponent's helmet armor was almost invisible, with only a few thin tentacles stretching out from the gap, which looked very similar to a snail.
There was a cut in his armour crotch, and a lot of internal organs squeezed out of the cut, but it was still trembling.
"Bad, where is your master!"
Soshiyang shouted and provoked.
"Where is Abaddon?"
Then he stepped on the remains of a plague warrior, shattering his head, and the broken brain tissue was mixed with pus and splashed everywhere.
"You are a damn bastard! Little hairy child! Your father's father was even sperm when I was fighting!"
Lex responded with a curse and then charged Soshyang.
There is no knightly duel between the two, Soshiyan ran towards each other, shooting, cursing, slashing—
The war sickle and the sword collided with the hissing sound of the energy field. In just a few seconds, a look of almost nervous appeared on Lex's twisted face - he found that he had to use all his strength to withstand the opponent's strength, which was not a good sign, and it meant that the opponent was at least much stronger than him in terms of strength.
This sounds quite incredible. Lex has not lost to several people in the legion in terms of strength.
After several collisions, the two weapons locked together to compete with each other.
"Go to die!"
Lex's whisper was sickly pleasure, and then his cheek melted and decomposed only a few inches from Soshiyang. Soshiyang immortally held his breath to endure the stench of the deeply infected teeth. He found the disgust on Soshiyang's face, and the believer of Nurgle made a terrible smile bloom on his face.
The next moment, a thorny tongue that was almost half a meter long flew out from his melted face and headed straight to Soshiyang's face.
At the critical moment, Soshiyang barely avoided this sneak attack.
"A nasty bastard!"
Soshiyang was angry, and the surging gray marrow pierced into the other party's mind like a sharp fine needle.
"Um?"
A trace of doubt flashed through Lex's low hum. Although the hesitation lasted for a shorter time than a breath, it was deadly enough.
Soshiyang clenched his empty hand into a fist and punched the other person in the face.
In an instant, pus splashed all over his helmet, and the Chaos Lord staggered back.