The victory and defeat were reversed in an instant, and I couldn't help but applaud the captain girl in the distance. At a distance of more than a kilometer, it is really a very sophisticated shooting technique to be able to accurately hit such a small target as a single soldier - even if the individual soldier is slightly larger than a normal human. It didn't seem difficult if the weapon was a professional sniper rifle, but the girl was using the only cannon left on a rickety fighter jet. Although this cannon is weak in firepower against heavily armored targets like the Thunderhawk, it is still a vehicle-level weapon, and its power is not at all comparable to that of a single weapon. Whether it's the well-made Ancient Power Armor or the defensive runes blessed by the Chaos Evil God, they are as fragile as paper paste in front of the cannon.

Under the huge suction of the vacuum and the pressure in the human body, the blood and internal organs of the upper body of the Captain of Prey were flying out in a spurt-like manner, and it actually provided a trace of thrust for him to fly away from me. Even under such mortal injuries, the Chaos Space Marine was still able to stay awake for a while, and his soul was finally revealed in the subspace, like a flickering candle flame that would be extinguished at any moment, but let out a deafening laugh and roar: "Glory to my lord Angelon!" Blood sacrifice to the god of blood! ”

Believing in the Blood God of Torture, he called Angron by his name, and turned out to be a member of the World Eater Legion. I was completely unfamiliar with them, and I couldn't recognize them just by the livery and insignia of the armor. Apodophobic warriors are crazy men with extreme melee and carnage penalty, and it's strange to have a member with such lewd tactics - perhaps it's this tactical style that is completely incompatible with the Blood God's teachings that limits him from gaining more divine favors.

In this way, there have been three start-up war groups on the enemy ship, the Thousand Sons, the Emperor's Son and the World Eater, and these three regiments are subordinate to the treacherous god Xin Liezhi, the Lord of Pleasure Salis, and the blood god of terror, such a complex force really won't fight by itself when put together? It is said that Salis and Sadism are still mortal enemies.

Stop the random association, the enemy is not really dead yet.

I saw him let go of the chainsaw axe, struggling to pull out a device, about to press the button on it - the detonator of the bomb on the torpedo?

It's just a dying struggle, how can you succeed so lightly? I beckoned behind him, and the two swords that I had let go of and circled behind him silently approached him. The chainsaw sawed off his wrist holding the remote control in a flurry of flesh, and the power sword crept into the back of his neck, revealing the tip of the sword through the seam between the helmet and breastplate in the front.

His severed arm was spurting a long stream of blood in the vacuum, and the arm that was still intact was unwilling to struggle, wanting to do something more, perhaps to sacrifice another drop of blood for the Blood God Horror? I beckoned his chainsaw axe and slashed it off his shoulder, tearing his upper body in half with the silent whirling and roaring of the chainsaw. Large clouds of blood mist spread in front of me, and many of them splashed on the psionic shield in front of me, and a few drops actually passed through the shield and hit me in the face, causing a slight pain - the cold of space had frozen these blood mist in an instant.

"Blood Sacrifice Emperor!" I roared as well, as if to justify my senseless act of malaria.

The coldness on my face calmed me down a little bit from my rage and I began to reflect on myself. Obviously, even if the opponent is impaired by the gravity environment, melee combat with a World Eater warrior under the command of the Blood God is still extremely dangerous, and I have watched the terrible axe slash by a fraction of a millimeter around me several times, this is a gorgeous dance with the god of death, and the slightest mistake will end up even more tragic than the bird of prey in front of me now. And the fierce and bloody battles stimulated the madness inside me and turned me into a bloodthirsty monster like my opponents. And the thick chaotic madness of the enemy further exacerbated my transformation. …,

Fortunately, Sylvia ended the fight early with a timely and fatal blow.

The power of chaos, even a glance, can lead to depravity. And compared to the fall, the pain caused by swords and bullets is nothing less than enjoyment.

I took a deep breath of the little air left in the compressed air cylinder, enjoying the rare moment of calm after the battle. Anyway, I survived a fierce and brutal battle, and it really feels good to be alive, especially after listening to so many souls' near-death howls. Once again, I have won the victory, glorifying the Empire and the Emperor with the blood of my enemies. Even if there is no one to witness and record this moment, it is meaningful after all.

The Emperor is aware of it, and is under watch.

There was a rustling sound over the communicator, interspersed with the occasional tapping, a sign of Sylvia's impatience. But my answer is to wait a little longer.

After a series of battles, my contact with the subspace became closer, and the source of chaos continued to provide me with endless power, giving me the confidence to crush and tear apart, and never to be tired. But I understand that it was just an illusion, a trick of Chaos to seduce mortals. If you indulge in this illusion of controlling power, the fall is not far off.

The recovery of psionic energy is quick, but peace of mind takes more time. I sat cross-legged in the void, the great imperial tome spread out in front of me. I began to read carefully and carefully, word by word, the words that I had already heard and even memorized.

After reading a short passage of the sacred scriptures, I began to arrange my firearms again, whether I was about to step on or just left the battlefield, which was one of the rituals necessary for a warrior, but I had a little more guns. I collected the parts of the rifles that had been shattered in the battle, and prepared to hand them over to Ah Da to reassemble, while the remaining rifles were disassembled one by one, meticulously cleaned the parts, wiped the core light maser and optical lens, and then carefully reassembled. I silently recited the mantra that the Mechanics used to appease the mechanical spirits, blessing every barrel, every bayonet, every energy magazine, and every bullet. Unlike the powerful and uncontrollable energies of the subspace, these technological creations of the Cult of the Mechanicus have condensed the painstaking efforts and wisdom of humans for 40,000 years, and are the most reliable companions of a warrior. Finally, I set my sights on the plasma torpedo warhead, which was larger than an airplane. We've had a lot of battles around it, and my affection for it is no longer just about a weapon.

This twenty-ton creature looks like a swarthy oblong piece of iron from the outside. The bomb set up on it has long since been dismantled and discarded. Judging from its size and weight, it may be hollow, although I don't understand the principle, but I can guess from just one name that its interior seals a scorching fireball with the most stable force field, which is the most powerful energy body that humans can make, with an almost star-like heat.

The plasma rifle used by the infantry is a plasma compressed in a fist-sized bottle, each bottle can fire more than 20 fireballs, each of which can melt into a huge hole in the solid steel plate, even if it encounters a Chaos Space Marine covered in armor, it has the power to fight. The Executioner Riemannus, equipped with a plasma turret, fireballs can easily destroy any vehicle. At the moment, such a big creature looks a little bigger than the turret of Riemanruth, and it should contain enough energy to melt a mountain, right? Even if it's a mountain of steel......

I'm about to go hunting the mammoth of steel, and I have a sun in my hand!