I vanished from where I stood, and instantly appeared in the center of the Chaos Space Marines and demons. The forcibly boosted state of mind not only gave me more proficient spell casting ability, but also made my ears, eyes, and mental perception clearer, and incidentally brought me the confidence to control a qiē, allowing me to take the initiative to launch an active surprise attack on a dozen powerful opponents. I didn't even open my unguarded psionic shield, which I rarely left during war, believing that I could kill them completely with just two swords. Before the change, when the number of Chaos Space Marines was more than three, I should have considered switching in.

Their positions were not densely packed, and there were a lot of pagan soldiers in the middle of them, which made it impossible for them to concentrate against me in a short time. That's one of the reasons why I dared to take the initiative. As long as I can take out the enemy in a split second, they'll never be able to use their numerical superiority.

The first target I chose was armed with a Heavy Explosive Arrow Machine Gun, which is a common principle of warfare that must be prioritized for this type of fire support role, and in general, characters who are good at shooting are usually not too strong in combat, making them a perfect soft persimmon.

Soft Persimmon immediately found himself the target of the targeted attack, and his companions were far from being able to rush to support for the time being, but as a superhuman warrior who was superior to mortals in all aspects, his reaction was not unpleasant, and he had already aimed his gun at me before I could strike with my twin swords - the Heavy Explosive Arrow Gun was a good suppressive weapon, perhaps he thought that he could delay my footsteps for only a second, and that he would be victorious if he could hold on until his companions came to help.

An inch, or twenty-five millimeters, the muzzle of a gun is about the size of a half of my face, less than a foot from the door of my face, so close that I can clearly see every rifling in the barrel and hear the grinding sound of the bolt's movement. But before the bolt hit the primer of the bolt, I had racked the heavy gun on the chainsaw, raising the muzzle a little higher.

In the next moment, the gunshots rang out, accompanied by the deafening sound characteristic of the heavy explosive arrows, and the huge muzzle flames of several meters long sprayed my face, igniting my hair and eyebrows, and I had to close my eyes for a while, but my mental vision still clearly reflected the surrounding qiē towards me, including the two heavy explosive arrows flying past my scalp. My opponent tried to lower the muzzle of the gun so that he could in the face, and I couldn't compete with brute force with this modified super soldier, but instead used his strength to crouch down and grab his close position from under his arms, and the power sword avoided the heavy power armor chest and pierced through the relatively weak abdominal connection.

The wounded Chaos Space Marine roared in rage, but the wound in his abdomen was anything but fatal to him, and the pain provoked him to rage. He let go of his bulky firearm with one hand and tried to get me. If he did, he would have been able to clamp me to death in his arms or crush my neck, but I just spun the chainsaw loop above my head and cut off his arm to the elbow. Chainsaws are somewhat weak against the hard shells of Power Armor, but are often effective when attacking weak spots in the joints.

At the same time, I stabbed the power sword that had been pierced into his abdomen with great force, and the tremor from the sword made me feel the blade slicing through several organs in his abdominal cavity all the way until it pierced into his chest, and then two particularly noticeable vibrations came, which were his two hearts. The transformed hearts are powerful, but they are still fragile flesh and blood in the face of power swords that can be easily slashed through steel.

With two hearts destroyed and an arm lost, the creature could survive for a few more minutes and no longer be a threat. In less than two seconds, I had already taken out a Chaos Space Marine heavy fireman, and I was delighted that such a high combat efficiency was somewhat unexpected to me, even though I had killed more enemies than this when I was at full strength, but this was the first time that I had completely relied on psionic energy and only swordsmanship against such a powerful opponent. I pulled out my power sword, and the chaos-tainted power armor continued to faithfully carry out the task it had been given from the moment it was forged, instantly secreting a quick-setting adhesive to seal the scar the size of a finger, but it didn't help its owner delay his life for a moment, only to prevent me from being sprayed in the face by blood and internal organs.

The dying mutineer struggled to use his one-handed heavy blast gun, but still didn't stop firing, whether it was due to an unconscious twitch of his muscles or if he really wanted to shoot something. I put my shoulder on his arm, resisted and twisted to the other side along with the big gun, raining down a dense rain of bullets on the rest of the enemy, and although the irregular bouncing of the gun made these bullets ineffective, it was this diffuse fire that made it more suppressive. Many seasoned veterans are often able to avoid accurate aiming shots, only to accidentally fall under stray bullets. The Emperor's power was everywhere, and even the dirty bullets fired from the contaminated firearm were under his control, and a Chaos Space Marine charging at me with a chainsaw was shattered in the knee by a heavy bolt, and fell less than a meter in front of me. Another bullet ricocheted when it hit the wall, hitting a charged plasma rifle, turning the unsteady weapon of terror into a scorching fireball that instantly burned its shooter to ashes.

Having killed three enemies in an instant, the Chaos Space Marines finally recovered from the chaos of my raid and began an organized siege on me. But I don't need to turn the big gun on my shoulder to suppress them. My assault lasted more than two seconds, enough to bring the space wolves behind me back to their senses from their subspace journey. The burst of heavy bolts and blast shots rang out as I expected, hitting enemies around me with incredible precision. The massive blast blast pierced through the power armor and exploded inside them, tearing them apart into scattered fireworks of flesh. I stood in the trail of burning bullets, my psychic vision allowing me to clearly see the details of each bullet's flight, and I had no doubt about the shooting skills of the wolf veteran, and I was not at all worried about being accidentally injured.

In an instant, all remaining Chaos Space Marines and the two Bloodletter demons were wiped out. However, three bloodletters escaped the hail of bullets, and their natural teleportation ability vanished in place, before appearing on the wolf's side.

After I showed both my psychic and swordsmanship skills, even these melee demons didn't dare to brave the precise fire support to come up to me in close combat, and instead chose the same tactics as me, intending to deal with the weaker-looking archers first. This is a very common method of warfare for bloodletters, and it is always correct. With the blood-red magic sword burning with ominous flames in his hand, the bloodletter has a fighting ability that surpasses that of ordinary space marines, and his own demonic form can easily spread panic, if it is against the infantry of the defense army with low melee ability, just three bloodleters are enough to slaughter an entire platoon of soldiers, and the resulting morale collapse can even destroy a company.

But when it comes to space wolves, some common sense doesn't work.

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Recently, the festival has lost strict zhòng, and it needs to be made up for as much as possible. Sorry, sorry.

I'm really embarrassed to say something like a reward for brazenness.,I can only thank the brother of the box.,I'm still insisting on tipping after I broke off more than ten days.,I'm grateful.,It's this less than three dollars of reward that reminds me.,There are readers who insist on waiting for me to update.。 So I stopped wandering around Skyrim Province and took a morning out to write a chapter.

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