"After using up this one drum, there is only one last one left, and the only way to replenish more ammo is to wait until we get back to Fenris, so please use it sparingly, noble elder." The servant respectfully reminded Arslan as he loaded the new drums.

"Got it, I suspect the remaining enemy shouldn't let me consume the last of my ammo." Arslan said impatiently.

I think it's very suspenseful, Arslan only took about thirty or forty seconds to empty a drum not long ago, and killed less than fifty enemies, and the heretics on this ship are estimated to be thousands, even after so much attrition and blood sacrifice, the remaining ones are enough to kill for a long time. It seems that in the end, Arslan still has to use his claws - but when dealing with mortals, it is more efficient to directly ram and trample.

Now we're in a medical room, and the servants are stepping on an operating table to install dreadnoughts on dreadnoughts. The frozen stumps on the operating table were simply pushed to the ground, and the ominous dark red marks of the large pool still remained under the feet of the servants, and the lashing straps that were originally used to fix the human body had not been removed.

And among those fragmented corpses, there are obviously some tissues that do not belong to the human body.

There was a massacre before the ice storm swept through the area. Although the corpses on the ground had been hastily cleaned, the remaining traces still faintly showed an evil emblem.

The most brutal and terrifying evil god, the emblem of the blood god's terror......

The World Eater is undoubtedly a believer in abusism, and the Red Pirates are also said to be inclined to believe in abusiveness, who is here to sacrifice blood?

Isn't it redundant that the sacrifices are not ordinary pagans, but have been specially modified and polluted and mutated? By the way, it may be that the wizards on the Red Pirate ship wanted to mutate the heretics to increase their combat effectiveness, but the World Eaters bloodbathed here before the mutation was complete.

However, not to mention that there are only a dozen or so victims here, even if you count the hundreds of heretics who have died since the beginning of the war, the demons summoned may not be too strong, right?

But is that powerful chaotic creature that I can still vaguely perceive an illusion? I could even feel it in the cabin next to it.

"Bah ......"

There was an unpleasant slimy sensation coming from under my feet, and I had been familiar with these things under my feet for years, it was blood. But I paid special attention to the ground before I walked, so as to avoid the pools of blood.

When I looked down, I saw that the entire ground had been completely dyed a dark red. I could even feel the slight flow through the boots.

Looking in the direction from which the blood was flowing, what seemed to be an endless stream of blood was flowing out of a door that was not tightly closed. Another massacre? But I didn't hear the kind of near-death wails that came from subspace.

Moreover, it happened to be the place where I felt that there was something terrifying.

"Pool of blood." The Rune Priest saw my confusion, "They summoned a pool of blood, that's ...... Well, you've seen it, right? ”

I don't think I've seen ...... Maybe I really haven't seen it.

"Anyway, it's something really good, and the next battle is going to be fun." Velheim paused, "I mean, it's fun for us wolves, but it's not going to be a mortal fight, you'd better end there, no one will doubt your courage because of that." It will be off-limits, and no nuns or our army of mortal servants will be allowed to enter. ”

"No, I'll come with him too. He's been through this before, and he's proven what he's capable of. "Fearless mecha urn sound urn angry opposition." Hurry up, there's a restaurant next door, and I can't wait to clean it up for a big party. ”

"How nice it would be if you could still drink, my brother." Velheim sighed.

Arslan let out a mechanical laugh, "At least I can still wrestle, can I?" ”

I looked at Flheim to see if he had allowed me to come over, but he didn't say much. I knew it could be a life-or-death decision, and that the enemy on the other side might be more than just powerful.

Maybe Eddie will give me a more appropriate answer to this question?

Voices from the subspace had completely disrupted the psychic communication, and I couldn't tell if it was an answer from a companion or just a whisper from the subspace, and sometimes I hesitated to even think about it.

However, I don't think I've ever encountered a situation where radio communications are jammed in the subspace like now. Now, I can't get in touch with Eddie and Sylvia on the bridge.

It is believed that the wolves will also be unable to contact their brothers, and will not be able to call for reinforcements.

Well, the order to make this place a no-go zone should have been given by Velheim before he came. He already knew what he was up against? Why don't you say it in advance?

However, since he dared to come over with only a few soldiers, he must think that the opponent should not be so difficult to deal with......

I hope so.

Eventually, I followed suit.

Walking out of the medical room, the blood in the hallway was barely thick. Even through the thick leather boots, I seemed to feel the cold, sticky touch, as if there were holes in the brand-new boots on my feet - and of course, the quality of munitions was not uncommon. Suddenly, I no longer seemed to be disgusted with this feeling, but felt that there was a lot of power in those blood waters, power that was at my fingertips.

"Firm your faith, mortal. The enemy's weapons are not only swords. Velheim admonished me.

I nodded in understanding. The temptation of chaos is ever-present, and even the evil god of Sadomasochism, who is more adept at killing, will seize every opportunity to tempt hearts that crave power.

We were joined by four more wolf warriors, all gray-haired veterans. Their blasters have run out of ammo, leaving only chainsaw swords or chainsaw axes for weapons.

The wolves walked around me, not hiding their tracks. Their steps were uniform, each landing like a giant hammer slamming into steel, announcing their arrival to the enemy at hand.

The dining room was a large cabin with no hatch and a high dome with long tables and stools cluttered underneath. The tables and stools used by the Space Marines are made of solid steel, making them bulky and bulky. You can see that they were once neatly arranged, but now they are piled up haphazardly.

In the empty space in the center of the hall, endless blood was flowing from the windows of a subspace. Above the gushing fountain of blood was what looked like an egg, or a cocoon.

"Enjoy your last breath and witness this great ascension ceremony!" A hoarse and frantic voice shouted.

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