This battle is so pure, without lofty ideals or grand strategies.
This is simple life and death. For this simplicity, there is only one thing to do.
"For the Emperor!"
Soshyan cut off the enemy's head from the shoulder, opened the chest, and cut off the legs from the hip.
His sword is always swinging, and he uses every move he knows to kill.
At this time, not only the dead Chaos Space Marines, but also the dead mortal crew members poured out of the gate, drowning the ten warriors in silver armor like a wave.
But they are destined to fail,
Sevatar slaughtered these walking corpses by the dozen, tearing the corpses into pieces so much that even the corpses could no longer fight.
They clawed at his body and beat against his armor with shattered fists, but the Crow Prince enjoyed the melee and tore them apart with a single swing of his halberd.
Thor's actions were less dramatic, but just as deadly.
He had emptied his pistol, so he used the precise sword strokes of a master swordsman to kill the enemy.
He understands these subspace creations very well and knows that the only way to completely eliminate the enemy is to behead them.
Armin and his team are walking towards the entry arch with flags.
He was not retreating, but clearing a corridor for a possible retreat.
Soshyan had just slashed open a Chaos Space Marine when a huge crimson object suddenly struck from the right side, slamming into his shoulder and knocking him to the ground.
Then, an armored boot fell with a thud, and Soshyan rolled out of the way.
He swung his sword at the warrior's torso, but the blade struck the rune-engraved power axe.
"Death comes for you, son of blasphemy!"
The dead leader of the Chaos Space Marines whispered in a thick accent.
"Death will come when I am ready."
Before he finished speaking, Soshiyang raised his sword with both hands to block the opponent's slash.
There is great power behind this move, and energy-filled sparks spurt out from the collision of the two weapons.
The servos in the suit were increasing his strength, and the smell of ozone filled his nostrils. Soshyan turned his wrist, letting the roaring teeth scrape down his power sword.
Then he ducked out of the way of a quick return blow, punching him in the groin.
It was a good blow, powerful and well aimed, hitting the twisted joint between the opponent's pelvis and thigh.
After twisting it for a while, Soshyan pulled out the sword blade forcefully.
Black blood spattered out immediately, and the stench was overwhelming.
Is this really the most disgusting thing in the world? Not even a helmet’s filter can stop the smell.
Soshyan was so out of breath that he even had the urge to vomit.
The blood stopped flowing? This Chaos Space Marine didn't even slow down.
"You killed my kin."
He growled lowly, and a layer of collapsing foam overflowed from his lips.
Soshyan did not answer and started attacking again.
Although his swordsmanship is better, the enemy's speed and strength are also astonishing. Even under the influence of gray marrow, this warp creation is still a ferocious opponent.
Gunfire echoed in the distance? The flash of the reaction explosion was barely visible.
The Chaos Space Marine began to laugh wildly, his battle ax turned into a blurry shadow, and the speed of blocking, defending and attacking reached an impossible level.
Liquid black flames danced along his shell.
"Savior? Monster? Traitor..."
The warp creature cackled and spun, nearly knocking an elbow against Soshyan's helmet.
"The subspace knows you..."
"Too much nonsense!"
Soshyan suddenly kicked the opponent's right knee. The moment the opponent lost his balance, his sword cut off the monster's left arm.
A stream of dirty blood spurted out? There were also a lot of things that squirmed, spread out, and rolled like insects.
The Chaos Space Marines struggled in the stench, their axes swiping at Soshyan's head.
Soshyan blocked the blow? His boot smashed into the man's stomach like a hammer, and then something fast-moving and powerful struck him again—a stray bullet or ricochet, perhaps.
Behind the shattered helmet? The demonic face trembled.
As the cold that penetrates the core of the soul becomes more intense, the pain begins to torture its essence. A stream of boiling black liquid spurts out from its mouth, and the body becomes shaky.
"The blasphemy..."
Soshyan saw its flaw? A sword pierced his breastplate.
The sword blade was like a bolt of lightning, piercing through the ceramic steel, flesh, bones, and the thing of the night, all the way through the back armor.
The dead Chaos Space Marine let out a frantic scream, and the sound echoed on both the physical and imaginary levels at the same time.
The power armor on its body began to rust at an extremely fast speed, turning into ashes in an instant.
In an instant, all the dead bodies fell down.
Ten blood-stained giants stood among the piles of corpses, like silent statues.
"It's not over yet."
Suddenly, one of them spoke, and he swung the chain saw halberd in his hand hard, throwing the flesh and blood attached to it to the wall and the ground.
"The culprit is still on board."
Soshiyang looked at the pile of ashes on the ground. The moment the other party died, a huge burning one-eye appeared in his consciousness, roaring with hatred, corruption, and betrayal.
"Star Language Room..."
He muttered to himself, and only Sol on the side heard him.
"What?"
"It's in the Astrology Room..."
As he said that, Soshyan suddenly opened his legs and ran towards a side passage. Sol and Savita looked at each other, and then immediately chased after them, as did everyone else.
The astrology room was also located on the upper deck, not far from the bridge area. They ran all the way, ignoring the gibbering and unconscious crew members on the road. Those people had no desire to attack, they just wandered around stupidly, and occasionally had bad luck.
The egg appeared in the path of the Astartes and could only be ruthlessly pushed down and trampled on.
But they couldn't even scream.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at the ship's astrology room.
But at this time, the Astropathic Room had disappeared. The floor and ceiling were hollowed out, forming a cave-like hall, with a tangled mess of burning debris underneath.
A large number of evil emblems and heretical writings smeared with blood and filth hung from the exposed rafters.
In the center of the room, stands a monster-like Thinker computer that is three stories high. Like a huge mechanical organ, it is swinging and swallowing data cores poured from the top, and its bloated body like a furnace is spraying
Steam and smoke.
Entire astronomical chambers of cogitator computers must have been combined to create the massive engine that sat within the lair, its rusty black casing covered in writhing sinister text that uttered threats as it worked.
's low cry.
The scattered valves and armatures trembled like a swarm of buzzing insects.
A skinny body with rune bandages all over his body and his limbs bound by chains floated above the huge machinery, with crackling witchcraft energy surrounding his feet.
As if it sensed someone approaching, it turned around, revealing its strange face with tattoos and its eyes, mouth, ears, and nostrils sewn together.
It had a single eye and a big mouth on each shoulder. When Soshyan and others approached, the two big mouths began to chant a terrible witchcraft prayer with a sharp tone.
"I finally know how they track us in the warp."
When Savita saw this creature, he suddenly realized and said:
"A Possessor... Ha, their guts are really fatter than the Death Guard's butts."