What made Balzaft even more concerned was that Soshyan had moved his position at some point. The other party was already on the other side of the battlefield. The Yanyang Sword was inserted into several fallen nuns who were stacked together, with flesh and blood scattered around them.
With his left hand holding Fentian tightly, his right hand grasped Miriel Sabasho's snake-like twisting hair and lifted her whole body into the air.
The fallen nun looked extremely miserable at this time. Most of the tongue of the blessed Slaanesh beast was broken off, and the remaining part was drooping at the corner of her mouth and dripping blood. Her right arm was cut off, and the broken arm was
At her feet, next to her was a rune demon sword, the Painer, and her left arm was bent unnaturally backwards. It was obviously forcibly broken by huge violence. Her left leg had also disappeared below the knee and was sticky.
The blood dripped down like a stream that was about to dry up.
Her originally alluring face was now filled with panic and fear, as well as a haggard appearance due to the loss of strength.
"Didn't you just...have a tough mouth? Are you very eloquent? Why are you mute now?"
Soshyan tilted his head and stared into the opponent's frightened eyes with a smile on his face. The Slaanesh believers around him were either dead or running away under the trampling of the battle robots.
"But I do wonder, what did they do to you? What did the evil power of Slaanesh do to you when it took you into its grasp?"
Miriel Sabasho's blood-stained lips moved a few times, as if she were speaking, but Soshyan knew she was chanting a spell.
A trivial little trick.
Behind Soshiyang, a snake-like Slaanesh beast with sharp claws suddenly appeared. It stretched out its claws and beak forward, trying to penetrate the veil of reality, Soshiyang's flesh and blood, and bones.
——She relied on the invisible Slaanesh beast contracted with her to assassinate an entire team of battle sisters wearing silver shrouds.
But Soshiyang didn't even look back. The next second, the demon suddenly staggered. After taking two steps, he suddenly covered his face in pain, and a half-sounding voice came out from his twisted throat.
Miriel Sabashao's eyes widened in horror. It was the first time she had seen such a scene.
Black flames rose from the demon's feet like a storm, and the flames swallowed its skin and its origin. The Slaanesh beast fell to the ground and struggled, its whole body on fire, and it screamed in terror, and the molten evil substance kept dripping.
fall.
After a few seconds, the demon disappeared, but the flames continued to eat away at its ashes until nothing was left.
Miriel Sabashaw vomited a large mouthful of blood, and her dark eyes gradually faded into despairing gray.
"no no..."
Disappeared! The demon who contracted with her completely disappeared! It was not exiled or sealed, but completely destroyed!
"To be mixed up with someone like you, that guy named Balzaft really doesn't have very good taste. Originally, it wasn't my turn to take action with a character like you, but... I realized that while you are alive,
You are worth more than you are dead."
Soshyan smiled slightly, then flicked his arm, and Miriel was thrown out with a scream, and then she was enveloped in a ball of blue energy, and her whole person was frozen in mid-air, including her frightened expression and even
Splattered blood.
Then the extermination machine that activated the stasis ray dragged the fallen nun who was bound in the stasis field directly to the Ada landing craft.
This scene made Balzaft's eyes wide open. It wasn't that he had any feelings for that toy, but that he couldn't accept someone taking away his things!
But if you want to get your things back, you must solve the current trouble.
But at this time, he had to have something to create opportunities for himself, so he drove the dancing Slaanesh banshees to attack the guy wearing the face of Akulduna.
Facing the screaming Slaanesh demon, Amnak raised his blade high, almost faster than the banshee.
In a flash of lightning, the cold and shining blade pierced the Slaanesh banshee closest to him, separating its arms and body with one blow. At the same time, the other one fell down, and his chest was cut open from ribs to shoulders.
The ancient swordsman galloped through the fallen ones like a storm of sharp blades, blood and limbs scattered on the snow, and headed straight for Balzaft.
At this time, Balzaft had already arrived behind the opponent, waving the Whispering Edge high and aiming at the back of the opponent's neck. He could feel a line connecting his blade to the opponent's neck. As long as he waved it,
In an instant, you can take that damn head off your neck!
This feeling has given him hundreds of victories, and this time will be no exception!
However, the sword he was confident would hit did not go as expected. The moment he appeared, Amnak had already drawn out another sword, and then delicately wound, rotated, and harvested it, directly cutting off Balzaft's sword.
Wrist, then cut open the opponent's knees to force the opponent to kneel, and in an instant pierced the neck and shoulders of the Lord of Slaanesh.
In an instant, dirty blood spurted out.
Balzaft's eyes widened. He was finally no longer troubled by his delusions. He realized that his arrogance had led him to destruction, and the whispers and songs gradually left him.
He seemed to have returned to the training ground under the scorching sun. Under the venomous sunshine of old Terra, his skin was red with sunburn and he was kneeling on the ground dripping with sweat. A sword was placed on his neck, close to him.
With his childish face, the man had his back to the sun and was smiling at him.
"It doesn't matter, just train more, you have already made great progress."
Then the other party stretched out his hand to him, and Balzaft also stretched out his severed arm in a daze.
"Master...Second Company Commander...is it really...you..."
The blasphemous songs and laughter carried away the desires and pride of the past, and at the last moment of life and death, those dust-covered memories poured in like a wave, causing a line of turbid tears to flow from the red eyes.
Amnak sighed softly, and slashed the Shernabar saber in his hand, then turned around and used the tip of the knife to pick up the yellow silk that fell slowly in the air. The blood bloomed into purple flowers on the bright yellow.
"Yes...I will avenge...you."
When the huge head fell to the ground, Amnak also softly spit out the oath that emerged from the depths of his thoughts, and became sharper and more decisive like the sword in his hand.
Just when the dust on the battlefield seemed to have settled, the cruiser suddenly began to shake violently, and the walls and feet began to burn with a lavender light.
Soshyan immediately felt something, a feeling of something being torn apart by his ears, and a huge thing passed over his head.
When he raised his head, a sentry gun made a creaking sound due to the failure of the anti-gravity system, followed by a cracking and booming sound from the top of the flight deck, which quickly turned into a sticky, dull crunching sound.
Immediately afterwards, the surrounding bulkheads broke open, and tendrils snaked around, like some kind of venomous snake tracking the scent of its prey.
"Something is coming...it's very different, it's not a big demon."
Amnak showed a rare expression of concentration and walked to Soshyan. Soshyan also pulled out the Yanyang Sword and whispered:
"You don't know what it is?"
"I...don't know, or I can't remember."
The next second, accompanied by a thunderous tearing sound, a huge number of tentacles spurted out from the cabin and armor plate, directly tearing open the entire shell of the ship!