Soshyan punched open a heavy sealed door and threw himself into the din of battle.
The outer hall of a small temple at the end of the passage appeared in front of his eyes. Polished skulls and walls made of bones formed a vault above. Blasphemous words were covered on the skulls, all of which were sentences praising the dark gods.
In the past, this was a place to pay homage to the holy emperor, but now it has become a place of blasphemy.
This made all the soldiers angry, especially the nuns.
The nearly a hundred red pirates stationed in the temple immediately became the target of everyone's anger.
As Soshyan charged, bolter fire greeted him.
The sound of shrapnel bounced off his Terminator armor, but he did not hesitate, turning into a shadow, a swift shadow composed of sharp edges and hard blades.
The first Red Corsair was already in front of him, bombs ringing, and his desecrated blood-red armor shining with reflected backfire.
Soshyan stared at the other person for a second, noticed that there were many unspeakable floating images etched on the red ceramic surface, and then beheaded him with a sword.
When the headless body fell back heavily, more red pirates appeared behind the bunker, at least ten of them.
Another guy rushed in front of Soshyan, and Soshyan also took steps.
The barrel of the opponent's bolter stared back at Soshyan's eyes like a wide-open eye. His twin hearts, beating steadily, swelled and expanded as he took the last step.
The red pirate's finger tightened on the trigger.
Soshyan slashed with his sword again.
The blood turned black and slippery in the explosion of the bomb, and began to splash in the opposite direction.
Although his head flew up with the sword, the dead red pirate's fingers tightened on the gun, causing a roaring flame to burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and Soshyan could feel the ferocious breath bounce across his helmet.
Before the bodies even started to fall, he was already moving.
He slashed and slashed, killed after killing, and kept moving forward.
At this moment, his world was accelerating with the fragments of sensation. A section of the torso was split from the collarbone to the abdomen, a hand was cut into two parts, and the roar of the explosive shells when fired echoed the screams of the dying.
He heard and felt them all, but he was not among them.
He turned into a focused single line, cutting forward, and the waves of thoughts in his mind were stirring like a river.
Soshyan knew that his brothers were following him, forming a triangle with him as the tip.
They moved forward bravely, firing continuously to knock down the guards and slashing at the red armored figures. The roar in the communication indicated that other parts of the strike force were gradually entering the small temple.
Although the resistance I have encountered so far is not weak, it is not strong either - there are many enemies, but their tactics are weak and they lack heavy firepower support.
Soshyan understood all this without thinking, and there was no need to stop and disrupt the rhythm of his sword swing.
Suddenly, a red pirate rushed towards him, moving faster than the rest of the people. There was a variety of symbols connected together on his hairless face. He held a broad long sword with a broken edge and slashed at Soshiyang's neck.
.
This blow was powerful, the product of training and experience, and it was clearly intended to be a one-hit kill, a clean blow.
And Soshyan didn't even hesitate.
He deflected the blow, turning to bring his own sword down.
Only then did Soshyan see the grenade, a very small one, tied to the bone handle of the sword.
Only then did he notice that the other person's eyes were wide open on his tattooed face, showing a victorious grin.
Soshyan tried to twist to the side and yank the sword downward to block the thrust, but this could not stop the opponent from pulling the grenade's tab.
At this time, a chain sword smashed into the red pirate's head from the right side. The blow was accompanied by thunder and exploded into a pile of red flesh mixed with broken armor.
Talos then pushed the body out of his path.
"You almost fell into trouble here, Grand Commander Soshyan."
The front of Talos' armor was a mess of metal scars and bloodstains. Although he wore the power armor of the Astral Knight, he still couldn't get rid of the habit of using human bones as masks.
They stood side by side, like a scarred butcher and a knight.
Although reluctant, Soshyan had to admit that the other party saved him.
"Thank you."
"Hey, hey, if it wasn't for Sevita who asked me to look at you."
Talos had the same contemptuous tone as always.
Savita separated from everyone after entering the flight deck. Before leaving, he told Talos to protect Soshyan.
The prophet who had already boarded the pirate ship had no choice but to agree to the other party.
More Astral Knights joined them to form a battle line, jumping shields to guard and continuing to fire with explosive shells.
At this time, a meteor hammer struck, knocking Talos back two steps.
A red pirate wearing a cavalry-type Terminator was already standing in front of them. Its armor was stained with blood, and its feet were inserted into the corpse as if growing out of it.
Soshyan waited for that heart-beating moment, waiting until he could feel the other person just starting to pull out the hammer.
"Now!"
Talos immediately swung the chain saw forward and slammed the opponent's shoulder. The red pirate terminator lost its center of gravity for a moment, and quickly recovered to swing it down.
But Soshyan's sword had already inserted into the crack in his abdominal armor, and he felt the vibration caused by the sword passing through the armor, flesh and bones when it was inserted.
Then Talos's sword took off the opponent's head with one blow.
"Your understanding of war is too immature."
Soshyan heard the sarcasm in the other party's words, but he seemed to be used to it.
"I'm learning."
They broke through the pile of corpses, and the red pirates directly in front were retreating, firing and moving.
Behind them, a door decorated with bones and bronze was closing the vast passage like an open mouth.
"Take down the gate!"
Soshyan roared loudly, and his brothers had already stepped forward to respond to the order as soon as it left his lips.
Five astral knights, their shields forming a shield wall, charged forward.
Many explosive bombs hit them, causing two of them to step back, but the rest did not hesitate.
The door was almost closed when they opened fire, and only the flashing eyes of the red pirates and the flash of return fire could be seen in the distance.
The next second, the melt gun roared and sprayed out several thin lines, burning the air and shooting towards the closed door.
The plastic steel and bronze peeled off like fat in flames. The gravity gun fired at the last second, and the door leaf turned into a pile of white metal and exploded like a waterfall from the frame.
Soshyan started running again, with Talos and Thor beside him. Because heat was still splashing around him, the temperature alarm of the Terminator armor began to sound continuously.
Then they passed through and entered the passage behind it, with the molten debris still spattering behind them.
The rhythm of killing flowed through Soshyan again, but it felt different, as if a moving illustration in front of him was outlined by swift shadows and spraying blood.
Soshyan stopped.
The passage turned into a vast darkness in front of him, now silent and empty.
A false gust of wind surrounded him as the air was drawn out through the breached opening in the outer wall.
For a moment in the silence, Soshyan felt as if he heard a distant voice whispering outside his hearing.
He looked down at his sword, blood condensing between his fingers.
"What's wrong?"
Adrianna Velez said as she walked through the open passage.
He turned to look at her. The nun was walking towards him, the barrel of the pistol still emitting residual heat and emitting heat mist.