Realizing that the enemy was coming to their side, the three Slaanesh warriors immediately surrounded them from three directions. Many mutations left many barbs and scales on their once smooth armor, and the madness infected all their former pride.
But they remain the deadliest killers in the galaxy.
With both blades in hand, Amnak joins the fallen Space Marines in a deadly dance of blades, darting between sonic booming swords, scimitars and claws, turning their terrifying power against themselves.
Moving carelessly around the enemy who was clumsy in comparison. "Ah! Damn it!"
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With a scream, the sword thrust out by one person was deflected by Amnak and penetrated the chest of the other person, while the sharp claws that came from behind and tried to attack the back of his head penetrated the neck of the sword holder.
Then, there was a spin, the sharp blade flew, and the three people fell into seven or eight pieces and fell to the ground.
Caesar looked at this scene and murmured to himself:
"...The original body once said that the three things he trusted most in the Legion were the hand of Fabius, the heart of Vespasian, and...the sword of Akulduna!" Lan
Although he realized that this might be the chief swordsman of the former legion, the two sides' positions were completely opposite, and Caesar could only raise his gun and shoot at the other side.
But his bullets missed their target, because long before he pulled the trigger, Amnak had pierced the chest of a Slaanesh warrior with the saber of Chanabar, and then penetrated the neck of another with the Holy Flame Sword.
, pulling the two people in front of him as shields, all those explosive bombs hit the bodies of their former kind.
When the broken body fell limp, the man had disappeared.
"So, do you remember Akulduna's sword?"
The sound sounded, and Caesar turned around in shock. He saw the other party appearing on the left side at an unknown moment, and piercing Andalus's chest with his sword. This man was once one of the famous strong men in the Blade of the King's Court. Although he is now no longer
He completely gave up his past qualities and still had outstanding swordsmanship second only to Lucius, but now he was easily defeated.
The fallen swordsman's eyes widened, and an incredible sound came from under his helmet.
"Are you...really the second company commander!?" Lan
The opponent just chuckled, drew out his weapon and spun it around at a fatal speed, splashing blood on the surrounding Slaanesh warriors, and then knocked Andalus over with one punch.
"Soon, you will know."
"Don't panic, everyone! Come on together! Trap his sword!"
Warband member Zhou Su made a calm voice. He is a renegade space warrior from the White Scars. The various traces on his armor can still show his identity as a descendant of the Khan. His weapons are the power fists on both arms.
Set, it is also equipped with a flamethrower, which can spray liquid flames to burn the opponent.
Nine Slaanesh warriors, including Kaisar and Andalus, who had just gotten up after being severely wounded, attacked Amnak together.
Amnak let out a contemptuous laugh, strode forward like a meteor, pierced a man's chest with one sword, cut off a man's head with another sword, and then slashed at Andalus with another sword.
But he didn't expect Andalus to bear the blow with his shoulder. While his whole body was almost penetrated, he blocked Amnak's Holy Flame Sword with his sword. Then two Slaanesh warriors attacked from behind. Amnak
Ke turned around, kicked one away, and pierced the other with his sword. But the moment he drew his sword, two sharp blades struck at the same time. Amnak raised the Chanabar saber to block.
At that moment, it seemed like his arms were restricted.
"Go to hell!
"
Zhou Su jumped up with a roar, the power gloves on his arms flashed with electric light, and the flame nozzles also glowed faintly red.
Caesar ran quickly from behind the opponent, the sword in his hand flashing with cold light.
Facing this landslide-like death offensive, Amnak stood firm and motionless.
At the moment when death was about to come, he suddenly took action, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. Then the holy flame sword burst out with a half-meter-long silver flame, and instantly cut the screaming Andalus into pieces. The other hand held the
The saber used the palm of the hand as the center of the circle and quickly turned the two people into two parts. This was a swordsmanship beyond Caesar's imagination. It was no longer the speed and precision that ordinary people could achieve.
Amid the screams, the power fist gloves that were about to hit the opponent fell together with his arms.
"ah--"
Zhou Su looked at his severed arm. There was only a look of shock in his black eyes. A large amount of blood poured out from the stump, soaking the deck under his feet. Then the superhuman physiological function immediately started to stop the bleeding, and the power armor also
The final reserve of combat anesthetics and analgesics is injected into the blood vessels and spine.
Then his body suddenly tilted, and the opponent chopped off his left knee with a backhand sword with anatomical precision. The cut servo and fiber bundles spurted out sparks along with the gush of blood, and then cut off his right thigh.
Zhou Su fell to the ground, and the former white-scarred traitor was reduced to a wailing living dead wrapped in damaged armor. The little blood in his body continued to flow to the floor.
Caesar was stunned. Everything happened in just two breaths. When he reacted, the opponent's Chanabar saber was less than an inch away from his forehead.
Staring at the sharp blade in front of him, beads of sweat slowly slid down Caesar's pale handsome face, along with his will to resist and the weapons in his hands.
"You are the only one worthy of living." Lan
After saying that, the opponent twisted his wrist and hit Caesar's temple with the hilt of the sword, knocking him to the ground.
On the other side, Lucius didn't pay attention to what happened at all, or in other words, he couldn't care about anything anymore.
"...impossible...impossible...impossible..."
The darling (plaything) of Slaanesh was struggling on the pile of corpses, his eyes were wandering, his limbs were weak, and his lips and teeth stained black with blood were just repeating one sentence tremblingly.
The rapid wear-off of the drug was like using a knife to peel off the skin and muscles of his defenseless body. This feeling made Lucius breathless. He struggled to cover it up, but he felt exhausted.
His pride, his self-esteem, and his perfection were all thrown into the mud and trampled on at this moment.
He is almost going crazy, or it would be better this way.
But at this time, he was horribly sober, and he knew unmistakably that he had lost everything, to the person who had guided him.
"you say."
Suddenly, a sword was placed on top of his head, and the cold sword tip pierced his scalp, causing a slight sting, but to Lucius' dull senses, it was almost just a bite.
"If I kill you now, will you be resurrected? Do you want to be resurrected in me?"
Lucius lowered his head, clenched his teeth, and maintained a kneeling posture. He wanted to stand up, but he had no strength at all. It was as if all the bones in his body had been broken and the muscles had melted.
And his sword fell a hundred meters away, out of reach.