But even though he was trapped in the quagmire, the war in Soshyan's heart remained undiminished, threatening to kill the strongest inhabitants of this subspace and shake the supreme power of the gods down to the mortal world.
The roaring chainsaws drew semicircular crescent trajectories, and the strong winds of the ether were fanning, and the demon's counterattacks were defused one after another.
One person and one demon collided and separated, weapons and claws merged and separated, turning into invisible tornadoes that slashed and stabbed at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
"die!!!!!!!!"
The chanter screamed, soaking Soshyan in a torrent of molecular vibrations, but he managed to survive.
At this time, the chanter's claws suddenly stretched out and scratched Sosh Yang's breastplate, and the opponent immediately retaliated.
From the beginning to the end, the halberd was constantly swinging, slashing heavily into the muscles intertwined with etheric matter, causing the demon to howl wildly.
"I think you care about your subordinates."
The chanter said, pulling away from Sosh Yang's fierce attack.
"Do you want me to show you his pain?"
In the face of provocation, Soshyan could only attack more and more fiercely, his limbs became harder and harder, and his halberd was swung so fast that reality seemed to be torn apart by it.
With a sneer, the demon threw everything within reach towards Sosh Yang.
He is alive, his warriors are still alive, the creatures of the Warp feed on fear, but here, fear has no place.
"My concert is not suitable for people like you,"
The big demon summoned a new wave of impact, almost making Soshiyang stagger.
"Reality doesn't suit you either"
Soshyan swung the rapidly rotating chain saw across the ugly body with his backhand, tearing open sores from one end to the other. Then the devil's claws also scratched across his breastplate, almost killing a piece of his body.
Tear off the meat.
The blood now joins the cycle of war, the bright red of humanity intertwined with the purple charm of the demon.
"You ruined my perfection!"
The daemon screamed again, throwing the Space Marine away and dissolving the ground beneath his feet.
Then, it swooped forward with one clenched paw and clawed at his neck, forcing Soshyan to retreat further.
"This is my Lord's favorite music!"
Soshiyang immediately fought back, twisted his wrist, and cut off the big demon's arm with his halberd. Then he took advantage of the situation and went straight to the big demon's abdomen, tearing another wound on the side of the big demon.
Burning ichor spurted out from the sores made by the saw teeth, and was then doused by the ichor.
But the wound did not heal as quickly as before.
"You will be destroyed for me!"
The demon's claws scratched randomly, and Soshiyang smashed all the obstacles away, and used his halberd to scratch the demon's front legs, causing his muscles to tremble.
Then it swept across the demon's chest and cut into its torso.
The chanter's body flickered between collapse and reunion, and then it used all its strength and let out an unprecedented scream.
wryyyy————————!!!
This scream was something Soshyan had never heard before.
It consumed him, nearly reducing him to nothing, turning the world into a rain of shattered glass, and even the Space Marines and daemons fighting around him were reduced to fragments of sensory impressions, all shattered and plunged into the abyss of agony.
Only one image remained intact, bringing his agony to an extreme.
The chanter, like a cat cornering a mouse, grabbed Soshyan with its paw.
"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"
Through the storm of pain, through the raindrops on the glass, there appeared a crystal darkness.
A command is as powerful as a demon's scream, but more powerful.
It is full of strength and hope.
Before this scream, there were lies of hope, those silver-grey illusions, and those broken realities scattered all over the place, as if all the places in the world were lost in the night before the scream, the night before the pain.
This command is so powerful that it will guide him through pain and debris.
Although his mind is still as cold as iron, his body is no longer under control.
The Space Marines continued to fight, roaring with war cries as the demons screamed in agony, killing the enemies in front of them.
Soshyan saw victory on the chanter's face, and he understood that this moment was carefully arranged by the devil, and that every step was planned in advance.
This moment is its artistic peak, its crowning masterpiece.
The only thing he didn't understand was why this demon could still be so powerful under the influence of gray marrow?
Why? Where does the problem occur?
Or did he overlook something?
"Sir? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Thanks to the commander's sharp turn and acceleration at the last moment, Yarrick was not buried in the rubble in the end, but most of his troops were destroyed, leaving only five or six Chimeras and a sparse few hundred men.
He patted his hair, shook off the gravel and dust, and then glanced at the trembling church.
"Knight Titan can't fix it."
He expressed his views on the war situation straightforwardly.
"Political commissar! Found many enemies."
Upon hearing this, he immediately aimed the heavy explosive bomb at the thugs and calmly executed them.
The cultists collapsed to the ground and rolled under the wash of flames. Likewise, everything tainted by Chaos will be burned.
He saw other streets burning, chaos spreading throughout the city, and abhorrent playfulness everywhere he went.
The devil's orders triggered a new offensive.
It was already evening, the sky was getting dark, and the entire city was currently without power.
He directed his troops to leave the devastated square area and move towards the original location of the cathedral, because he thought the Space Marines might be found there.
Demons that can be seen flashing from the edge of the road from time to time along the way, their silhouettes flickering in the firelight, will catch those stragglers, but most of their prey is further away.
They ran and screamed in the street.
Alex also heard singing, mixed in with the muddy music.
The voice was not very far away from him.
After a period of exposure to demonic sounds, he could roughly distinguish the sounds of subspace from human voices, and this song was undoubtedly produced by humans.
Human song?
Alex felt something was wrong.
"Turn, turn to the west."
Soon, the convoy arrived at the original location of the cathedral. There was no complete flat land here.
He stopped the motorcade for a moment, and amid the harsh laughter he did hear singing.
Suddenly, someone called him, it was the communications soldier.
"Whose communication?"
Alex asked, slightly unhappy at being interrupted from thinking.
"Astartes Communications."
The signalman sounded surprised that he had the opportunity to talk to such a sacred figure.
Alex returned from the hatch to the cabin of the Chimera. There were other injured soldiers in the Chimera. They could no longer run, but they were still able to fight.
Then he took the communicator from the communications soldier.
"This is Alec."
"Where is your place?"
The other person didn't even bother to identify himself, but when the other person spoke, Yarrick recognized the low and cold voice of the Astartes named Ustad.
"About one mile west of the original cathedral."
"We will arrive at the attack position in a few minutes. The enemy's remaining forces may try to trap you on the ground. Take your people back to the starting assembly point immediately."
"Now?"
"If you don't do this, you'll just die here."
After saying that, the other party directly turned off the communication.
Yarrick stared at the communicator. If it were not an Astartes but a mortal, he would be furious.
But he could not be angry with Ustad because he would not try to condemn a mountain for its stubbornness.
But he still felt something was wrong.
That singing...
"Political Commissar! Something has been discovered!"
A soldier rushed into the cabin in a hurry, saluted him, and said: