Under the control of my will, time is slowly reversing......

My skull flew back to my neck in its original trajectory, and my severed body was butt together, and the scar was completely gone. The demon retreated......

Soon, my body was fully restored, and the demon was not far in front of me, in a state of fluttering attack.

I managed to turn back the clock by more than two seconds.

I couldn't sustain this spell for long, and soon, time was no longer turning back, and it was normal. The demon is attacking me with the most ferocity, but I already know its attack path and can be prepared for it in advance.

The mechanical claws, which weighed more than several tons, adjusted to the right position and angle, while parrying the slashing double axes, while in my other hand, the heavy explosive arrow gun was quietly put away and replaced with another weapon.

It was a chanting spear, a weapon from the Eldarin.

Eldar's weapons are decidedly less crude and bulky than the Orc Greenskins, and even when compared to the Empire's finest products, Elda's weapons are more elaborate and delicate, like works of art rather than weapons for life-and-death combat, and the Spear of Singing is the best of melee weapons.

With just a little bit of psionic power, the Spear of Singing shone with an indestructible force field of energy. I knew the demon's trajectory beforehand, so I just had to take the right position and wait for the demon to crash into the sharp spearhead on its own.

At the end of the round, I was unscathed, and a clear wound had been added to the demon's body.

"Today, you will die by the sword!" I growled.

In fact, this was my last struggle. The reversal of time has almost completely exhausted all of my psionic energy, and all I can do at this time is to maintain the thinnest force field shield so that the air around my body does not escape, and even the weakest firearm can penetrate this shield and leave a severe wound on my body.

"Haha, what a surprise, I actually met an opponent here who deserves to be taken seriously." The demon shrugged off the wound on his body and stopped to say to me.

No, I'm no match for you now, but your real opponent has arrived.

My reinforcements are coming, and the Space Wolves will always be the most trusted comrades.

From the side of Mackenna's Radiance, a bright blue light was rapidly flying, growing larger and larger in my field of vision. I could see the arc-shaped outline......

Uh, no...... Imperial vehicles are usually Gothic, with angular and rigid lines, and this arc is clearly Elda's style......

But it wasn't until I got closer that I was able to identify it. Although it resembles Elda's Flame Crystal Tank in silhouette, it has a wolf-like shell full of hideous teeth, an iron-gray body livery, and a distinct wolf insignia on the front, as well as ...... The "I" insignia of the Inquisition?

It is a land-based hovering vehicle converted from the Flame Crystal Tank, with an anti-gravity engine and a plasma jet engine for powerful maneuvering and assault capabilities. It has greatly increased its external armor, making it capable of inflicting terrifying damage even when it is struck by a guò charge, and the Flame Crystal Cannon on top of it has been replaced with two submachine guns that are not uncommon in human arsenals. I can imagine the terrifying power they can exert against the infantry. It's not really a flying vehicle, but several jet engines still give it ample flight capabilities. Of course, the submachine gun is a small-caliber weapon that is very powerful when slaughtering infantry, but the war vehicle is weak, and it is far less powerful than the Flame Crystal cannon, which can effectively fight any enemy.

"Hold on, are you alright, Ilshan?"

This time it was no longer a whisper from subspace or a demonic roar, but a voice coming from a communicator, the gruff voice typical of a space wolf.

The plasma-jet engine protrudes from a long burst of azure flames, and the speed of the chariot moves toward us, passing the demon before it can react, and even if it doesn't turn like the chainsaw's saw, the sawtooth on the chariot still tears a massive scar at the demon's body.

Then the chariot flew towards me. It opened the door, and out of it flew a chain that caught me around my waist, the force of the terrifying speed nearly tearing me apart, but I managed to withstand it.

The chariot did not continue the pursuit of the superdemon, but only turned around in a large circle and flew back towards the Yakenna's Glory. The chain quickly shortened, pulling me into the cab.

"Long time no see, Erdien." I greeted the driver of this tank.

Even though he couldn't see his face clearly with his helmet, I recognized him at a glance, from the Space Wolf, the Iron Priestess of the Iron Wolf Dalian, Erdeon Bloodpaw, who had served in the Death Watch Force under the Alien Inquisition, and who had fought alongside me against the Greenskin Frenzy years ago. In the battle that would honor me for the rest of my life, I took the Greenskin's mechanical claws, and he took the massive skull. At this moment, the white skull face was embedded in his breastplate—the face of the green-skinned boss, about the size of a Space Marine's chest.

"The sight of that claw reminds me of the old brothers who died in front of me......" the Iron Priest sighed, "Can you put it away?" I couldn't close the door. ”

I smiled weakly at him, signaling that I couldn't do anything about it. At this point, I almost completely lost the power to cast psionic energy, and I couldn't even open the door of my own space too much.

So the back of the chariot also shot out iron chains, and the claws were wrapped around and dragged behind the chariot. Closing the door, the cab quickly filled with air in the sneering wind, and I was finally able to dissipate the psionic shield and relax completely.

"A very energetic guy, huh?" Erdeon took off his helmet and pointed to the figure of a demon that appeared on the display, "You have been fighting it for so long and you haven't died, you are really good enough to resist the beating." ”

The gray-haired wolf veteran had a notch in the row of teeth, missing a fang. He pulled out that tooth and gave it to me as a souvenir, and it will probably take a few decades for it to grow back again.

"It's more resistant to beatings than I am. What, you don't kill it? "I don't think it's quite in line with the wolf's style. Wild wolves are usually ready to fight.

"Don't worry, we have prepared a grand welcome ceremony for it on the battleship, and we will surprise it. Now, sit down for me......"

The cab is not very wide. It could have housed three or four Eldar pilots, but the Space Marines were far larger than the slender aliens, and Erdien himself took up most of the space, and the low space didn't allow him to stretch. There was no second seat, so I had to crouch to the side, hold on to a protrusion that I could reach, and hold myself in place.

The chariot sped up and flew towards the Jewel of Mackenna. I looked out the back window, and the demon was following us, brandishing two tomahawks in a rage, but couldn't catch up with us.

"Brother, I just detected a powerful psionic reaction near you, almost alpha-level intensity, do you feel it? Did you make it? "I received a psychic message from Add.

I replied, "Kill this demon first, and we'll talk about the rest later." ”

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