The arrogant bloodthirsty maniac fell, Soshyan was still standing there, and Velez was also standing there, but his body was soaked with sweat.
Everyone was scarred, and the mutilated body of the demon lay quietly in front of them. A large amount of internal organs spurted out from the incision and flowed miserably to the ground. The remaining demon life made these internal organs continue to tremble.
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Afterwards, Soshyan limped straight towards Velez, and it was then that the nun truly realized how badly he had been injured and was surprised that he was still standing, let alone still holding his hand.
Spear.
"Thank you, Sister Anna."
Soshyan's voice was breathy but gentle, sounding like a hymn.
Suddenly, Velez's eyes widened.
"careful--"
Before she finished speaking, Soshyan, who had already felt something, suddenly bent down and placed her under the protection of his body.
Bang bang bang——
Several sparks exploded on Soshyan's back, lifting the heavy metal and burning the flesh and blood underneath.
Velez raised her head. At this moment, her face was only a palm away from Soshyan's helmet. Although she couldn't see the other person's face, she could hear the breathing that suddenly became heavy due to pain.
"Go quickly."
After saying that, Soshyan straightened up, pulled out the plasma pistol on his waist, turned around and fired fiercely.
The red pirate, who was holding a heavy explosive bomb and shooting wildly at him, obviously did not expect this. He was hit by two plasmas at that time, and his body was instantly reduced by one third.
It was at this time that Velez saw the situation on the battlefield.
Although the bloodthirsty demon fell, the enemy did not give the loyalists any time to breathe. The demon army of Khorne still attacked the Astral Knights, leaping over the corpse of their lord, charging with unprecedented hunger.
But near them, a large number of Red Pirate soldiers also began to appear. With the momentum of the demons, they continuously attacked the lone Astral Knights with explosive bombs, and deliberately kept a distance from the demon army.
On the other side, laser beams and missile tail flames continued to light up the sky, and the demon army was still powerful, still attacking the battle robot group over and over again.
Many battle robots have been reduced to burning fragments.
Then, she saw that existence.
It was more like a twisted body than a warrior - he "put on" the armor, but the armor had almost merged with the skin, and the fatal ax blow in the past left traces on his face.
The next incision is from the forehead to the throat.
"Soshyan!"
Velez heard Huron's cry.
"You really keep surprising me, now let's have some fun!"
He stepped on the remains of an Astral Knight and pushed the helmeted head into the deck.
In an instant, broken brain tissue mixed with blood splashed everywhere.
"Or are you saying you don't dare?"
Soshyan held the soul spear in one hand and charged as an answer to Huron.
No threats, no nonsense - this was a lesson the Prince of Crows had taught him.
The Black-Hearted King laughed and also charged at Soshiyang.
Both of them knew that there could be no knightly duel between them, nor could there be a cold atmosphere or solemn witnesses.
They ran toward each other, shooting, cursing, and running—no different from the exchanges between other warriors around them.
The ax and the spear collided in the roar of the energy field.
While fighting, Soshyan channeled his will into the flesh and blood filled with liquid metal, so that he could move faster and hit harder.
Soshyan naturally knew the results of intensive use of gray marrow, but it was all worth it.
Because he finally had a chance to see a nervous look on Huron's face - he had to use some strength to withstand Soshyan's sudden increase in strength.
They faced each other face to face, weapons locked together and competing with each other.
Suddenly, a bomb hit Sosh's knee, almost making him lose his balance, and then three more bombs exploded on the warped shoulder pads of the Iron Cavalry Terminator.
Huron immediately used his recovered strength to fight back, and used his sharp claws to draw a bloody mark on Soshyan's chest.
"mean!"
Seeing the sniper in the distance, Soshyan couldn't help but hit Huron's face with his forehead, but he dodged it at the last moment.
Of course Velez wanted to help Soshyan, but she was being chased by another red pirate, and she and her sisters were fighting fiercely with each other, and were constantly being driven away from the battlefield.
"Give up, Soshyan."
The tyrant's whispers were filled with morbid pleasure, and his cheeks and corners of his mouth were almost torn open on his face, but he seemed not to feel any pain.
When Soshyan held his breath to endure the stench emanating from the opponent's body that was deeply infected by the power of chaos, a wicked smile bloomed on Huron's face.
"give up."
He said again, with an unquestionable commanding tone.
Naturally, Soshyan was not someone who would give up easily, but the fierce battle just now had consumed most of his strength and also disabled one of his arms. Even with the gray marrow, his right arm would still become weak over time.
His palms were sore, his arms were shaking, and the fierce battle around him seemed to be far away from him - Soshyan's perception began to be unable to bear anything else.
This was the effect Huron desired.
He has never been a fair duelist, and he only expected a fragile prey, so he has been watching the fierce battle between Soshyan and the bloodthirsty demon from the back of the battlefield.
He wants to watch his opponent become weak, and then reap the rewards himself.
This is how pirates survive.
Huron's smile became more and more wild, and he began to push Soshyan back.
The heavy combat boots rubbed against the deck, making a sharp sound of scraping metal.
Soshyan used his headbutt again, but Huron easily dodged it. Then the tyrant smiled evilly and resumed pushing, as if he had a chance to win.
"I will kill you all, then throw your corpses into your wretched world, show your people the ugliness of your death, and then I will destroy it completely."
Huron got close to Soshyan's face and said in a breathy tone.
Soshyan was speechless, and all his strength could do nothing except resist Huron's strange power.
Suddenly, Soshyan noticed that the opponent's weapon was connected with his own weapon, and his own arm was connected with the weapon.
An idea flashed through his mind.
"Fight!"
Soshyan made up his mind, liquefied the metal in his palm, and then used the soul spear to climb onto the opponent's battle ax, and when the opponent was not paying attention, he got into Huron's arm.
The next moment, he touched the tyrant's mind, and the sound of silence penetrated Huron's mind like a sharp needle.
"retreat."
As this word pierced into his consciousness, Soshyan tightened his grip on the thinking hand that was wrapping the tyrant's brain.
Huron was too deeply integrated with the power of the subspace, which gave Soshyan the opportunity to freeze Huron's mind and threaten to smash it into pieces in the same way he had dealt with the Hellbeast.
Everything happened in less than half a second, and a trace of doubt suddenly flashed across Huron's radiant face.
His hesitation lasted shorter than a breath, but it was enough for Soshyan to regain his balance of power.