The sight was covered with blood, and the Berserker roared and raised his axe and swung it at the guy who was shouting the damn slogan.
The next second, the sharp teeth of the axe blade touched the shiny metal, making a clear sound.
"Blood, blood sacrifices blood—"
"I've had enough of your crazy words!"
A violent head hammer hit Benoit's mind and senses, his vision was blurred again and again, and his neck twitched violently backwards, which was enough to make him shake.
After realizing that the face had been hit hard by the other party three times, the lost warrior roared.
But now his thinking is too slow to think in pain.
He wanted to swing the axe, but the opponent's sword was so fast.
In the sword light and sabre shadow, he seemed to suddenly remember something - a name etched on the white armor.
That name looked so familiar in an instant.
Benoit, Benoit, the Dog of War, Benoit of the Eater—
A axe that was chopping him reminded him of another battle, far away in an era full of blood and greatness...
He killed every alien that stood in front of him, and chased the guys who were so smart that he knew to retreat. He split the first with an axe and then rushed towards the second prey.
glory?
Glory is left to cowards who dare not even let their name die.
He stood on the monsters' corpses, grinning, stomping his combat boots into the chest of the corpse under his feet, while continuing to kill in the name of the Lord of Humanity.
The markers of his military achievements were getting higher and higher, and each kill meant that he had to climb higher to meet new prey. The bullets kept hitting his back and shoulders like hammers, which only made him even more angry, and that was almost nothing to say was interference.
Then.....
Then everything suddenly changed.
The burning sky and the cracking earth, he descended from the sky and brought about killing.
What is this world called?
He doesn't remember it very much, it seems that he is called Eastwan-
Benoit walked along the bloodstains toward a dying prey. A warrior in blood-stained white armor sank on the ground, leaning against the wall, and his legs were splashed with internal organs.
This person seemed so familiar, but his face was so strange.
Blood--
Blood left traces on everything in this world. The warrior's face only reflected the battle itself. Half of his body was gone, revealing only the deep white bones that were cut by a battle axe or another weapon.
He narrowed his eyes, without saying a word, and maintained his life with extraordinary concentration, even now that his intestines had been pulled out of his body.
He should have died, but he hasn't.
Looking at Benoit who was walking towards him, the warrior smiled, revealing his bloody teeth.
"brother......"
Brother, this word made the butcher's nail that blew in his head more active.
“……....It’s all why…”
Why?
He walked to this man, his former close friend and brother, the battle axe in his hand slipped down, and then fell to each other.
Suddenly, he covered his face with his hands and cried in silence.
"I have no idea....."
They grew up in a mountain village, joined the army together, transformed together, and fought under the emperor for the survival of mankind.
They had fought with the enemy in Terra's underground maze for several months, and finally helped each other out of that hell.
They also fought the dirty green skin among the stars of the sign of Alma, and died almost at the same time.
They also looked forward to the return of the Primrose together.
Even they decided to cut into the Butcher's Nail together.
However--
"...Benoit......The Primroot... doesn't love us at all...He...has hated us from the beginning..."
The warrior's eyes looked at the sky with lightning flashing, and blood poured out of his mouth.
"......you can only take care of yourself in the future...."
The warrior let out a long sigh, accompanied by a slow, tired sigh, and his chest no longer fluctuated.
Benoy sat on the ground, staring at the sky with wide eyes, his eyes twitching constantly, and tears fell silently from his face.
Suddenly, the world was torn apart, leaving only a sword that was slashing at him.
Without any pain, his hands lost control of the weapon and the axe fell to the ground.
"Blood--"
This was the last word he said, the other party's sharp blade had been cut along his throat and neck, reaching his buttocks.
At the last moment of his senses, he could even taste that blow - full of coldness and suffocation.
"The Blood God doesn't care whose blood is-"
With the last thought, the former commando captain of Dalian 114 Dalian, Benoir, fell into eternal darkness.
But the battle was not over. The dying body was a container of pleasure. An existence who had been wandering on the battlefield for a long time finally found a suitable body to play, and then plunged into it.
"What--"
Ustad, who killed the powerful enemy, took a step back and looked at the things in front of him vigilantly.
The dead Benoit stood up.
He stood up from the ground like a string, and a black liquid-shaped rope flowed from him, and a mouth opened at the charred lump on his head, revealing the needle-like teeth, as if mocking, and a pink thing covered with mucus was twitching on the wound of his body.
Then, an eye squeezed out of the flesh and blinked at Ustad, its iris as blue as the sky at noon.
"ha!"
The creature that once was a Chaos Space Marine roared, with thousands of mouths and eyes spreading on its body.
Its shadow spread to the ground, swallowing up thin sunlight.
At this time, Benoit seemed to be taller than the guardrail. Ustad even felt that the details of the material world were blurred, and everything seemed to be vanishing behind the scenes of a beam of dispersed flames.
More people were slumped on the ground, and both defenders and attacking cultists were twitching at the same time.
Then the shadow met them and swallowed them without a shout.
The demon looked down at Ustad and looked at him with thousands of eyes.
"Son of Cursed."
Its voice was mixed with whispers and laughter.
As the magical sound washed over his body, Ustad saw his brothers: their flesh and blood burst out from their armor, and their souls were pulled into a huge dark mouth.
Then he saw a face, a face he knew, a face as cold as metal, and its eyes were like burning dying stars.
Soshyan Alexey, their commander of the battle.
"No! Damn it! Don't want to bewitch me!"
Ustad roared and broke free from the illusion in his mind.
The devil sighed with regret, and suddenly his huge body moved like lightning.
The next second, Ustad crashed into a bunker more than ten meters away, and then fell to the floor in a mess.
The burning marks filled his armor with stains, which was the mark the demon left on him with its breath.
The power of this attack was so great that the feeling of his chest and shoulders made him almost think that he was being hit hard by a predator.