Janluka gasped and wiped the blood of the eyepiece, and for the first time since the attack, he had time to think about where these guys came from.
Although the edges of their silver-gray armor were embedded with the dark blue of midnight, a color scheme that he had never seen before in his memory, the logo on their shoulder armor clearly told him that these were the people of the Astral Knights' Team.
The only difference is that the crossed double swords were covered with a red lightning.
"Come on, let's end the last step of this game."
The warrior in the lead wore a skeleton armor-faced helmet and gestured with a chainsaw halberd in his hand. The unactivated serrated blade aimed at Janluka's throat.
"Just me and you."
Jamluka gasped for a few more times, and there were corpses around him, corpses in yellow armor.
He didn't know how many people were alive, but if he could delay it, it might be possible for more people to escape and report the news.
"Knights of the Astral Realm, your behavior is a blatant rebellion!"
Jamluka took a step forward, held his weapon tightly, and began to circle around his opponent.
The rest of the soldiers retreated to the edge of the battlefield and hid themselves in the shadows.
"You will be punished!"
"punish?"
The grille of the skeleton face armor made another vague sneer, and the imprints on the skull - the tortuous Northram runes engraved in the bones, looked like they were tumbling and twisting in the darkness.
"We are your punishment."
Janluka exhale slowly, allowing the sound to pass through the speaker grille of the helmet.
"I don't know what you're talking about! My brother will avenge us!"
Listening to the other party's words, Sabrin squeezed out a smile behind the skeleton armor, and couldn't help but activate the chainsaw halberd power. Jamluka immediately made the weapon in his hand spin.
"It doesn't matter whether you know it or not. When the first drop of blood is sprinkled, revenge becomes the only thing to do."
The next second, the jagged teeth roared and teared the darkness.
The two charged almost at the same time, roaring and rotating, and the rotating jagged teeth swept through the air and sparked in the darkness.
Both soldiers were very experienced and cruelly pointed their weapons at the opponent's armor joints.
But there is no doubt that Sabrin is faster and the advantage of long weapons is more obvious.
After two rounds of fight, Jamluka snorted, his head was chained and halberd at the tail, and he directly tilted backwards, revealing the articulated throat armor.
Although it only lasts for one second, it is enough to let Sabrin end him.
The swirling chain saw slashed on the soft fiber bundle that covered Jamluka's neck, and the sawtooth nibbled deeply into the target - so deep that it could crush the bones.
Amid the terrifying sharp sound, the cut armor fell like raindrops, and blood penetrated through the mechanical nerves and scattered on the cabin floor.
"Um--"
Jamluka knelt on the ground with her throat covered, and as Tao Gang sang on the steel, his life also gushed out of his throat after being torn by violence.
Sabrin said nothing, raised his arm and declared the end of the beheading with a second wave.
The Chain Sawhara left a smokey opening with a "bang" on the deck, and then the battle helmet hit the deck, and the head rolled down safely. Sabrin stepped on it with his boots, then picked it up and took off his helmet to reveal the face with wide eyes with anger remaining.
Then he searched for a place to display it, and finally placed it on a lumen pedal, Sabrin stepped into the darkness.
"Brothers, the appetizer is over, and you're ready to start the main meal..."
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Castor moved quickly with the team. They encountered no aliens along the way. It seemed that the things were scared and left.
As he walked a corner, he suddenly saw five dead soldiers lying on the ground ahead.
"Corpsy."
"Emperor, it's ours."
Adams hurried over, came to the first one, and then knelt down.
"Bastard! These bastards!"
He said, untied his helmet with a gap, and a familiar, wide-eyed face appeared in front of him, one of his team members who was killed to cover his retreat.
"Gol! He has only served for sixty years!"
Adams turned the body over with sadness, showing the true situation of the fallen warrior being injured.
Castor then joined him.
"He was killed by one blow."
He squatted beside the fallen warrior, wanting to see more clearly.
The other party's breastplate was cut open by a sharp blade, and the internal organs oozed out from under the broken breastplate. The fused chest plate was removed, and the surrounding skin was peeled off as precisely as surgically.
Barack shook his head.
"Women of this surgical level? Who has the leisure time?"
Castor stuck his finger in and fumbled for a while, then shook his head.
"Fortunately, his genetic seeds are still there, but I don't know if it has been destroyed. We need to notify the pharmacist as soon as possible."
"The other one is the same."
Nalek, who went to examine other bodies, also told him about his discovery.
"Same way of death, same wound."
"Who would do this? Alien?"
A veteran seemed puzzled.
"The wound looks like it was caused by claws, but it's too big?"
"No, these wounds are caused by the power blade, and the distance between the wounds is very large...the lightning claws."
Castor then exchanged a look with Barak and said in unison.
"Space Marine's Weapon."
Castor then stood up, and the crackling sound of joints broke the silence.
"It seems that someone is going to take revenge."
After checking the corpse, all the malicious warriors were already in anger. They realized that this was a revenge, but they all felt that those people had done too much.
Is this planning a civil war?
Castor was also furious, and he vowed to make the people who did it all pay the price, so he led the team to speed up.
As they moved, inside the civilian passenger ship, the stagnant air began to be mixed with the complex compound smell of combustion, and as they walked through the corridor blocked by carbonized alien bodies, watching their twisted limbs and screaming faces baked into a ball of angular objects, they not only had a reverie about who made it all.
No wonder there is no alien here.
At the confluence of the main passage, Castor and others then found more bodies of the fighting brothers.
Their armor seemed to be broken by powerful bullets, and the cold void penetrated into the deck due to the shattering of the ship's hull, and all metal and dead bodies were covered under a thin layer of frost.
The genetic seeds of these fallen soldiers were not taken away, but if they were not recycled in time, they would eventually lose their activity.
Finally, they arrived at the place where the third company was ambushed, a destroyed auditorium.
At this time, the door here was open, and several holes were broken on the walls and ceiling, and colorless light was transmitted through it, filled with flying dust.
Castor noticed with his experience that these gaps were all caused by explosions, and some residual limbs wrapped in yellow armor were scattered on the ground. It was obvious that the third company was first attacked.
The slanderers walked in with their weapons carefully.
The first thing that came was the smell, the blood splashed by the Space Marine, and the excavated internal organs.
Inside, a broken stage occupied most of the space in the hall, and dusty chairs were placed in rows on a slope, and the stage was filled with broken armor, covered with broken flags of the third company of the Malicious Warriors.
Some weapons were piled up in the corners, and the debris of damaged buildings were scattered on the floor.
If that were the case, then Castor would not be so furious.
In fact, this place has become a slaughterhouse that makes normal people lose their souls.