As a nergie beast staggered through the broken path towards Soshiyang, a foul odor made his stomach cramp, and the bloated creature rushed towards him with a jumping pace, and let out a low roar from his throat.
Soshiyang stood firm and was ready for battle. Then the sharp blade swung out and split its abdomen with a force of force. Black rotten liquid gushed out, and the sword body was also blazing with vapor, and dirty blood spurted out on the floor. The sword blade did not stop but continued to go deep until it shattered its spine. All this was done in an instant, and even the body of the Nurgill Beast did not shake.
However, Nurgle Creation is a tenacious force. Even the terror-harming demon could not bear this blow, but it held on.
The Nurgle beast twisted like a boneless object, turned toward Soshiyang, and its barbed tongue swung in front of his breastplate.
Soshiyan kicked him over with one kick, then cut off his head, completely ending its activity.
"The Nurgle Demon is always full of uncertainty."
Okam strolled back to Soshyang easily and watched the corpses dissipated on the ground.
"But your strength is even more incredible, Soshiyan, you are really making me more and more curious."
Soshiyang turned his head.
"It means you don't know enough."
After that, the team continued to move. They had to walk about five kilometers. Originally, according to the distance of the Space Marines, this distance only arrived in an instant. However, there were more and more demons in the arena, and there were many more blood actors' creations, and there were air raids and bombings from time to time. Although they were not targeted, the aftermath made the already difficult road more rugged.
In fact, they have fine-tuned the route four times, but they are still only halfway.
Along the way, they not only killed the Nurgle Demon, but also the plague warriors who were separated from the large army, the Dark Spirit Clan, the Ark Spirit Clan, the Monster Shape, etc.... As for how many other little things they killed, Soshiyang could not remember them, and his only impression was that his sword kept swinging at them for a moment.
But Soshyan didn't feel any fatigue. In fact, someone tried to get involved in Veronica's behavior and made him angry. This anger gave him extra strength and he reaped pleasure from the act of killing these enemies, which seemed to be the impulse imprinted in his blood.
He is gradually enjoying every battle, and every time he kills the enemy, he feels more and more full.
Soon, the team arrived at the area where Victor was before. Although it had been messed up by various firepower, the traces before were still vaguely visible. The remains of the twelve braziers were evenly distributed around a throne, and the floor was carved with Kane's bloodthirsty and cruel face.
At this time, Okam suddenly raised his hand to his mouth and pointed to his nose.
Soshyan took a few deep breaths and didn't smell anything at first, but when he focused his attention, his sense of smell caught a strange smell, as if something greasy was rotting, which was different from the aura of those nervy demons before.
“There’s something else.”
Okam whispered, his eyes staring at the dark corners, Soshyan focused on smell and hearing—there was a breeze and caught some strange scraping sounds, like the sound of claws scraping from the stone.
Suddenly, without any signs, a group of slender human creatures attacked.
These human figures are about the same height as ordinary Astartes. They jump out of the shadows, and a squeaky laughter that makes people nervous under the metal masks.
They are perverted and twisted monsters, which look like elongated and twisted elves, but the clown smile on their faces and the sharp claws stretched at the ends of their fingers are very eye-catching, and some of them are holding huge and cruel hook knives in their hands.
As soon as he saw this, Ka Yang quickly reminded:
"The blood actor's giggle and hate, everyone turn off the helmet hearing system!"
Groo Abomin is a demon host created by the dark spiritual race. Its material is composed of spiritual slaves and Slaane demons. These monsters were initially invented by a blood actor who fell into madness. He fanatically explored the connection between the spiritual race and Slaane demons, and captured various Slaane demons for physical experiments.
But as expected, the experiment on the demon's body ended in failure. Even with the superb level of the blood actor and the experimental method of abuse, there was still no valuable result.
When the experiment was on the verge of failure, the blood actor took a desperate bet and used witchcraft to bind the Slaanesian demon to a spiritual slave. The situation turned around. The demon successfully occupied the body after swallowing the slave's soul. As a result, a new type of demon host was born. After a more inhuman and bizarre experiment, the first finished product giggled and hated off the production line.
In addition to inhuman flexibility and power, the biggest characteristic of giggle hatred is that it emits a halo around you that can make people mentally ill. Those who are caught will be bombarded with mysterious and mocking laughter, and in their instincts, they are eager to spread this mental illness to other individuals.
In normal times, the giggle hatred is in a strange state of silence. After the target appears, it approaches, intimidates, and subdues quietly, but it will not be killed on the spot. The giggle will first protect its captives and make them lose their ability to escape. Only when it starts to torture these poor people will it make a crazy giggle.
Therefore, this kind of creation is almost impossible to detect when it is still, and even spiritual energy is difficult to perceive their existence. Blood actors often call their creation "clown box".
"No one can stop me!"
No matter how many Soshiyan was, he rushed up to them.
The first one giggled and hated head was immediately cut off, the second one took a counterattack that slashed from the groin to the chest, and the third one barely avoided the whirlwind attack and smiled at Soshiyang.
But their spiritual auras have no effect on Soshiyan.
A rough blade flew over, and Soshiyang took a step back and then raised his sword to fight back. He aimed upwards at the opponent's head and shot him. Although the opponent jumped back and avoided before the weapon hit, Soshiyang grabbed the opportunity and punched him to the ground in the next second, then stepped on its chest and stomped his feet to the ground one by one, stomped his feet and stomped his head one by one.
Soshiyan glanced at the other direction quickly, and as expected, Alpha, Talos and others were able to deal with this monster.
At this time, two more giggling and hatred attacked Soshiyang. One of them stabbed him with a spike on his arm, and the other waving a wide-blade hook knife. The two creatures were as tacit as two arms, and they were about to divide Soshiyang into two.