Throwing the empty bolt gun aside, Soshyan clenched his sword with both hands. Through the corner of his eye, he saw that Talos had also discarded the bolt gun, and their plasma weapons had long since run out of energy.
Soshyan roared and jumped towards the death jester standing in the middle, pressing one of them to the ground without any reaction. With smooth movements, he raised the sword above his head and stabbed into the opponent's spine, wearing a death mask.
The clown immediately began to convulse, and then fell still.
As Soshyan hacked open the corpse of his enemy, Filo Ronana's power staff erupted with a blast of hellish energy, incinerating another Eldar to ashes.
As he turned to attack the next enemy, a hail of bullets struck his armor.
Alpha Think Tank quickly slashed the power scepter downwards, but the clown moved even faster. He jumped out of the way and tried to shoot a gust of bullets at Think Tank's breastplate.
Although Philo Ronana's scepter did not hit the target, it did hit the opponent's weapon. The jammed gun sprayed feebly, and then the two of them threw away the entangled weapons in unison, as if to
Fight.
But as a think tank, Philo Rona was not that stupid. He directly sent out an energy spear, hitting the Eldar's abdomen and piercing a smooth hole.
The Harlequin staggered a few steps and then knelt on the ground - as if the eyes hidden behind the slender helmet were staring at him.
Philo Rona stepped forward and struck the opponent with his roaring power staff, knocking the alien's head off his shoulders.
Facing almost endless enemies, Kayon finally realized that it was difficult to escape with the existing methods, so after repelling the siege of several film and television actors, he chose the ultimate method.
Khayon dragged a dying Harlequin to his feet, pulled out a ceremonial dagger and held it against its belly.
"Sorry, this may hurt a little, but don't worry, I'll try to be as quick as possible."
As he spoke, the jagged blade easily pierced through the spirit bone armor and the flesh and blood covering it underneath. The Eldar screamed in pain, and blood spattered, drawing an arc.
Khayon spun his blade and muttered a curse while using his other hand to pick up the heavy book wrapped in human skin wrapped in a chain on his belt.
As the mantra was recited, the Harlequin was held high in the air by the growing blood threads. The blood stretched in the air and gradually darkened.
After untying the chains wrapped around the books, Khayon inserted his free hand into the wound on the alien's abdomen.
He twisted his fingers as if trying to open a latch.
The Eldar screamed again, and then the scream suddenly turned silent, but this scream immediately attracted the attention of the film and television viewers.
"What is he going to do!"
"Stop him!"
But Soshyan has already stood in front of Kayan to protect him. The clowns can't get over this high wall at all.
At this time, the book was already hanging in the air, controlled by the blood of the Eldar.
Khayon retracted his hand and took a step back, and then took another step back. The ribbon composed of blood and flesh followed his hand, and he let the blood droplets splash on the face of the screaming demon on the cover, forming a strange pattern.
"Sing...the blasphemous final chapter of the Prince of Darkness."
Kayon muttered in a low voice when the air became unpleasant. At this time, the book was slowly opened, and sound after sound came, like the howling of wild beasts in the distance.
The Thousand Sons then held the ritual blade with blood-stained hands and began to carve the seal of the Dark Prince on the still twitching Harlequin corpse. He chanted as he did so, and at the same time the howl became louder and louder, as if he had awakened the soul.
Things were getting closer, and the frost of the warp spread on the armor and eyepieces of the surrounding Space Marines.
As Alphas who have been wandering among the forces of chaos for a long time, they are not surprised by this. Only Philo Ronana looked at Khayon and frowned slightly. He didn't like dealing with demons, but he didn't seem to have any better at the moment.
way.
The next second, the clown hanging in the air suddenly began to flap, and then disintegrated from the body with a terrifying sound, as if something was about to pull it out of a pinhole.
It left only a throbbing wet red, opening like a grinning maw. Khayon threw a soul stone into the wound, and the wound greedily devoured it. Then the wound opened and a spurt came out.
A terrifying light, glowing with a colorful light of nothingness.
Immediately afterwards, the bell rang, mixed with the sound of cymbals and other unrecognizable instruments, inhuman laughter flooded the corridor, and then a shrill tune that was both cheerful and terrifying.
Soshiyang remembered this voice, and the fierce battle with the big demon called the chanter was still fresh in his memory.
Colorful smoke seeped into reality, filled the corridors, shattered, and finally transformed into entities. Various shapes danced in the field of vision, countless.
As the sweet and intimate singing gradually began to sound, the beautiful face stared at all the Eldar present with terrifying eyes.
The soul connection between the Dark Eldar and Slaanesh is an incredible spiral river of cruelty, pain and suffering, so the spiritual pulse of the entire race flows to the embrace of the God of Pain and Pleasure all the time. They are very interested in the Prince of Darkness.
The family members are also particularly sensitive.
When the ethereal song sounded, all the Dark Eldar, including the nightmares, fell into some kind of trance, and some of them even engaged in crazy self-mutilation behavior.
Taking advantage of this confusion, Soshyan shouted decisively:
"Rush! Speed up and rush out! Don't get entangled with them!"
Although the Dark Eldar couldn't bear it, the Harlequins, representatives of the Laughing God, were somewhat resistant to the power of Slaanesh, so they did not stop attacking.
They were erratic around the Astartes warriors, but they did not dare to get too close to Khayon, who controlled the grimoire, and could only fly in spirals.
At this time, Soshyan suddenly noticed something, turned around and walked towards a dark place.
Soon he walked out holding Mrs. Candice's messy hair. The noble of the conspiracy kicked her slender legs helplessly. Then Soshyan bent down and grabbed her forearm, gently
It was crushed with just one pinch.
The female noble immediately let out an inelegant cry, because the bones of her arm turned into pieces.
"I'm sorry for killing your daughter, but I have to say that you are quite similar...especially the screams."
After saying that, Soshyan inserted the tip of his sword, and the power sword penetrated the dress, flesh and bones, and passed out of the opponent's chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain for a while.
Candice twisted her body, trying to free herself from the blade, and then a scream pierced the air.
Soshyan tore off her head directly, turned to face the passage, and held up the bleeding trophy. He knew that the nightmare bishop must be looking at it.
He raised his head above his head, dropped it to the ground, and turned away.
"No, no, we were wrong..."
In the darkness, the maliciously flying Unicorn stared at Soshyan's back. After attacking Occam just now, he suddenly felt something.
When he turned his attention to the source of the induction, he suddenly discovered a terrifying fact.
Before, they deduced that Ingel would wake up, and followed the traces to find Occam and others who were carrying the cube that sealed Ingel. However, when he looked at Soshyan, he found that the doll string was already wrapped around that person.
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The so-called doll line is the clown's name for the invisible hint to the Laughing God, which can only be seen by the one-horned one.
Only then did Dujiao realize that he had found the wrong person!