Arterial blood spurted from the torn throats of the cultists, dyeing Li Lin's shoulder armor with the same blood color.
The man who was close to being beheaded staggered a few times and plunged into the ground, turning the soil into scarlet.
Without pausing to catch his breath, the scout team leader struck hard with his Swordsman Slash. At the fork, two more cultists attempted to exact revenge for the slaughter of their companions.
In terms of brutality, Sablin was on par with Li Lin. The mountain of corpses behind him extended all the way to the bombing zone on the edge of the village - just a few minutes ago, Thunder Eagle had just used artillery fire and missiles to cleanse the outer area.
Although it is not convenient for this company to appear in the public eye, Soshyan will not let this force lie idle, so they have been performing tasks of clearing out the enemy's hidden strongholds, and every time they leave no survivors.
"This is so boring."
Li Lin said coldly while passing through three attackers in robes:
"It's just mass slaughter. These heretics attack us with clubs, and we fight back with cold steel and explosive shells. Why do we have to waste our energy here?"
"Because this is our mission."
Sabourin replied simply, waving his sword mechanically, limbs and mutilated corpses scattered around him like raindrops.
"We are the Astartes, it doesn't matter who we kill or what we kill."
"But we can obviously kill more valuable enemies."
In a fit of rage, Li Lin used his armored fist to punch the nearest cultist. The facial features were so deeply sunken that no one could identify its gender.
"The glory lies in destroying the heresy of the Black Legion."
In the center of the village stronghold, a wizard was still standing on the altar, looking at the slaughtered followers.
Now it held a pole blooming with blue energy, lightning crackling along the pole, and a huge open eye darting unnaturally at the top, trying to determine the location of the Space Marines.
When Talos focused on this terrifying yellow sphere, his sword arm was only dancing in muscle memory, and he could sense the destructive power gathering on the opponent.
This guy is trying to get a demon to possess him.
"Company Commander! To your left!"
Suddenly, Sabourin loudly reminded Talos that the young scout's armor was soaked in blood, and the metal on the blade was covered in blood and was being struck by waves of flesh and blood.
Talos turned his head and resisted the urge to look into the eyes of the staff. Less than a hundred meters away, a cultist raised a laser rifle and seemed to be aiming at the commander of the 11th company.
shooting..
The prophet's right arm still wielded the power sword, while his left hand bent down and drew the pistol in one smooth movement.
At the same time, the muscles in the cultist's hand twitched, pressing against the firing bolt of the laser rifle and releasing scorching energy.
The bomb hit the cultist's head, shattering bones and brains like a shower of bursts, and the energy hit Talos's carapace pauldrons, which were washed with blood.
The prophet glanced at his shoulder armor. It was almost impossible to tell that it had just been hit. Apart from the scratches and wear caused by the years, even the blood-stained surface was still wet. There was no sign of being scorched or dried by a direct hit by a laser weapon.
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"Bahram, do you see that thing up there?"
When he heard Talos calling him, Bahram, who was chopping up the cultists, turned his head, only to find that the company commander was no longer beside him.
Bodies tumbled and shattered before him as Talos cleared a path for the altar, those who hadn't yet been killed by his bolter being swiftly jabbed with fists and power sword.
"If you see it, go up and deal with it."
Drawing the blade from a slain cultist, Talos nodded to Bahram.
After killing the nearby cultists, Bahram immediately started taking action.
Realizing that their master was threatened, the cultists went mad and began to stop the Astartes' advance at all costs.
Stepping on the corpses left by the bloody path that Talos opened for him, Bahram flew towards the Chaos Sorcerer. The bolt pistol in his hand tore apart all obstacles in front of him. Behind him, two heavy bolts fired at anyone who was still there.
Active things.
Soon, there were almost no living cultists left, and the entire team turned around to look at the figure in power armor on the altar.
Bahram was almost close to the demon wizard. He fixed his pistol to his thigh and chose to face it with the sharp blade in his hand.
Talos stood there for a while longer, seeming to observe something.
"Company commander?"
"Just watch, don't interfere."
Stopping Sabrin from going up to help, the sword blade in Talos's hand flashed, tearing apart the three cultists who were stupid enough to enter the range of the sword.
"Do your own thing."
Bahram had begun fighting the demon-possessed sorcerer. When the sorcerer waved his scepter to meet the Space Marine's blow, the scepter turned into a giant two-handed sword, and the thin human body became as tall as
A nearly three-meter-long scarlet giant covered in bone spurs.
The two weapons collided in a blinding, unnatural spark, as blessed and sheltered steel met the twisting power of the Warp.
Afterwards, both parties separated at the same time.
At this time, the distortion on the monster's body became more intense, and the originally human head quickly turned into a canine beast's head.
Bahram raised his bolt pistol and fired at the monster, lunging at it with his blade in tow.
But the opponent didn't even notice where the bullet came from. The demon raised a claw and melted the bullet in mid-air. Then he grabbed the sword with both hands and rushed forward, just like a space warrior using a combat dagger.
Hand wielding sword.
Bahram almost completely dodged the blow, but the demon's sword tip scraped his power armor's thigh, tearing the ceramite.
The demon then spun the blade towards the damaged part of the power armor, but Bahram deflected it at the last moment.
Sparks rained down on the floor of the square, small fires ignited where they landed, and Bahram fought as though he were in hell.
Bahram is not a skilled swordsman like Robin, but he has excellent combat wisdom and can find a fighting method that is beneficial to him in an extreme time. It is a pity that his opponent is not an ordinary enemy.
Despite being surrounded by Space Marines, the Daemon fought with ease, every strike and dodge being simple and fluid.
The giant blade in its claws requires even the largest Space Marines to use both hands to wield it, but the demon wields it with one hand, switching its sword arms at will to create the best attack and defense angles.
Sabourin frowned as he watched all this, realizing that if he faced such a skilled opponent in battle, he would be lucky to last even one minute.
"Child of the curse, tell me your name, and the bloody swordsman will not kill the nameless one!"
Suddenly, the devil roared out a very standard Gothic language.
Bahram did not reply, but continued to slash with his sword, but Talos frowned.
"Blood Smoke Swordsmen...why are they here?"
The Prophet once heard a rumor in the Eye of Terror. There is a unique group in the realm of Khorne. They are rare in number. Most of them are made up of proud and powerful swordsmen and swordsmen who became demons during their lifetime. They are similar to most of the demon princes of Khorne.
Different from their madness, they are more focused on extreme swordsmanship, and they only like to defeat powerful enemies instead of harvesting worthless skulls. Therefore, their individual strength is extremely powerful, but they rarely show up. They can only be seen during the Chaos War.
The members of this group of demon princes are all dubbed Bloodsmoke Swordsmen. It is said that only Khorne himself can directly command them. In their eyes, any other great demon is just the same enemy under the sword.
Because of their overly arrogant character and even disdain to enter the physical universe, Talos only heard rumors about them in the Eye of Terror.