Burke held his breath before throwing out his last gravity grenade, the distorted gravity field tearing through the ground and walls, tearing nearly a hundred Nurgle zombies into pieces. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But Burke frowned, and rolled backwards.

A purple-black fireball slashed past where Burke had stood, blasting into the alloy wall in the distance, and the flames of subspace scorched the ground and burned the surrounding Nurgle zombies to ashes without discrimination.

Burke raised the electromagnetic pistol in his right hand and fired a barrage of bullets at the source of the fireball, and then there was a crackling sound like popping beans.

There was a whistling sound, and Burke rolled to the ground, just in time to dodge the slashing blast projectile.

Exploding Arrows, or perhaps saying, Evil Bolts left scorching marks in the air, exploding in the distance, kicking up puffs of ash, and Burke knew that this was just the beginning.

Burke steadied his breath and didn't speak, the West Center had already entered a closed state, after all, Burke alone could not maintain a state of liberation for a long time.

The best way to deal with it now is nothing more than to wait for the moment and wait for the chaotic bastard who is chasing him to speak first.

This is often useful, as those guys are often dominated by extreme emotions with twisted heads, revealing their condition, and their words are often filled with malicious curses and mockery.

But this hunter, Burke had such a hunch for the first time, and it was probably not such a simple thing to grasp.

This guy had been following him since about two hours ago, the moment the Chaos Fleet began bombarding the surface, and even now, he hadn't said a word.

A flash of fire suddenly lit up from the corner of Burke's eyes, and Burke pressed his somewhat swollen head, activated the phase jump, and disappeared directly in place.

The timing was just right for him, as the fireball had burned exactly where he had been hiding, leaving only a massive crater and burning liquid flames.

Burke appeared in the clearing not far away, and before he could catch his breath, a bass suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Found you."

Burke immediately swung his sword and slashed backwards, and in his hand was the dimensional blade that was reasonably indestructible in the material realm, even the phase barrier mounted by the Conqueror tank could not neutralize the dimensional field of the dimensional blade, and once slashed by it, the gravity collapse would completely destroy the internal structure of its victim.

However, after a violent tremor, the dimensional blade collided with another weapon, bursting with a grinding energy blast and explosion.

The gravitational pulse sent Burke flying away, rolling on the ground several times before finally settling down.

Then, Burke raised his electromagnetic pistol and raised it flat forward, in the direction of the guy who had been chasing him.

Then Burke saw the man.

The crimson giant, holding a greatsword that flashed with an ominous red light and flowed like lava, strode towards Burke, several scrolls of human skin paintings hanging from his armor, and the mere mere gaze at the evil words made people feel intense discomfort.

But this physiological response was nothing more than an indifferent obstacle for Burke.

A pulsating bolt of lightning poured out from Burke's fingertips, the smell of ozone decomposition filled the air, and then, the lightning exploded directly on the sword-wielding red-helmeted Chaos Space Marine, causing bursts of electric sparks.

"It's not the power of subspace...... No wonder the champions call you blasphemers. The giant spoke, his chest armor scorched with blacken, but it only made him look more hideous, "Why are you able to look directly at our existence?" Why are we able to listen to our truth? Forget it, it doesn't make sense. The red-armored giant said, raising his hands as if he had made a judgment, "Praise the god of darkness." ”

Then, Burke's vision was filled with an endless sea of fire.

"Kill...... Slay...... Kill ......" rang in Burke's ears, and Burke just clutched his weapon tightly in his hand and assumed a defensive posture.

"You're good as a warrior, blasphemer." The Bearer said with an unexpectedly compassionate tone in his tone: "If you weren't too old, I'd certainly let you do more for our cause." But now ......"

Then, bursts of laughter rang out, and the original reason seemed to burn, and only endless frenzy and sadistic joy remained: "Now, the bloodletters are thirsty, and they crave your blood. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, one by one, the demons with red bodies and red swords in their hands held their equally red tongues, shouting brutal whispers, and their bright yellow eyes revealed endless desire to kill and bloodthirsty fanaticism.

"I'm not going to die here, Whisperer. You have never understood life, and you will never understand us. Then, Burke raised his dimensional blade, and bright electric sparks began to dance in the air: "Originally, I was worried about what to do if you didn't speak...... Now, it seems, you're just that. ”

Then, Burke rushed out, and the bloodleters also howled and rushed over, Burke jumped high, and then with a flash of light and shadow, the bloodletter who walked in front was beheaded, and then his physical body began to crumble, and he was banished back to the subspace.

"Come on!" Burke roared, cold anger flowing through his chest: "Let's see who can stand last!" ”