With an unpleasant roar, from behind the nearly three-meter-high dome suspended above the fountain of blood, a Chaos Space Marine—the of the World Eater Legion was easily recognizable by the armor outfit. He was not wearing a helmet, and the sawsaw axe in his hand slowly swirled, throwing drops of blood in all directions.

Even though it seemed that there was only one enemy I could talk to, I didn't pay much attention to his existence. In normal times, even if there is only one berserker, I must be vigilant with twelve points of spirit, but I now have a whole squad of space wolves around me, and even if the rune priests and dreadnoughts in it are too lazy, any of those eight veterans alone will definitely be able to match the berserkers. Compared to the berserker who made a lot of noise, I felt that the stationary Dome was a greater threat.

It's a bit inappropriate to say that it's still and that if you look closely, it looks like a giant heart and there is a slight tremor that looks like something is about to hatch. Its shell glowed a gloomy and ominous dark red, its body was uneven and covered with wriggling textures, and around it, a large space was shrouded in blood-red mist, which was highly condensed subspace energy, the purest demonic power......

The sublimation ceremony, is that what you are talking about?

"The so-called sublimation is the process by which some particularly powerful degenerates are further polluted by chaos and transformed into demonic bodies." Velheim explained to me with a solemn expression as he activated the Tomahawk's energy field. In a place where the energy of this subspace was so strong, even a psionic master like the Rune Priest could not cast a spell rashly.

"Well, yes, if you're lucky, you can turn into a very powerful demon prince, something that takes a lot of effort to kill, and it's said that it can be immortal, just like their original form, Fergrim." One of the rune priest's guards, the gray hunter Doxavier, didn't have a stern look at him, and said with a grin.

His partner, the fanged veteran Basil Goso, made an exaggerated and sharp tone, "Ahhhh ”

As he spoke, he actually lifted his cloak and spread his legs, and really "peed". Well, this was the first time I'd ever seen a Space Marine pee - just as it was the first time I saw a Space Marine feel terrified. And I was surprised to learn that Space Marines can urinate without taking off their power armor pants.

"Oops, the circulation mechanism in your armor is broken...... Dozzavier exclaimed loudly, as if something terrible had happened, "are you stupid, old fellow?" This is our restaurant! ”

"It's going to be our restaurant, and I'll be happy to help clean it up when the time comes. If you insist on going to the toilet, you will be troubled by cleaning the toilet in the future. Basil Goso responded with a smile.

"In that case, I'll be here for me. The pagans are dirty like that, and their toilets must not be clean. Dozzavier hurriedly urinated on the spot.

Velheim raised his battle axe and tapped the heads of the two behind him with his long handle, "Hey, this is just an appetizer now, and there are even bigger challenges waiting for us, don't drain the armor coolant and lube!" ”

I was a little curious to see them bickering, and I was very puzzled. It is said that wild wolves and world eaters are both types who like to do their hands and are too lazy to move their mouths, and it is in line with their personalities to start fighting when they meet, why is there still no sign of doing it after so long?

Just when I was surprised, Velheim spoke again, but instead of answering my doubts, he said: "The next battle is still very long, and I will be so busy that I don't even have time to go to the bathroom, so it is better to take this opportunity for you to make it convenient." ”

Although it was only a building rather than a command, there was an unquestionable power in the words of the rune priest, no matter how unreliable his words were, and when I realized what I was doing, I found that I had turned my back to the enemy, and was urinating.

Well, going to the toilet to avoid the Space Marines is a habit that mortals develop out of low self-esteem about physical abilities, and I don't care about such a trivial matter. Also, after so long in the war, although I didn't have a special urge to urinate because I sweated a lot during the high-intensity battle, it was still good to throw away some unnecessary burdens and travel light.

The World Eater didn't do anything when the wolves were arguing, but at this moment he suddenly became angry, "Despicable mortal, you will pay the price for the desecration of this sacred blood pool!" ”

Do you think I'm the kind of guy who pees his pants when startled by a sudden roar?

I looked back, but I was really shocked, if I hadn't almost finished peeing, I might have to throw my pants off.

The World Eater was charging at me, and he barely took a single step over the thirty meters between us, dragging a long series of blood-red afterimages behind him, and in an instant he was among us. He swayed through the blades swung by the wolves, dodging almost every attack perfectly, and with his chainsaw axe and his own body, he repelled several wolves in his way, breaking through the protective ring around me, and even leaving a deep dent in Arslan's frontal armor. By the time I realized that his goal was mine, his axe was already hanging above my head, and the next moment it would fall down.

it! When did Berserker become so tough? Even if it's the legendary Chosen Champion, isn't it? I didn't have time to sigh more, I didn't have time to lift my pants, and the experience and reaction speed I had cultivated in hundreds of battles allowed me to make the most correct response. I ducked sideways and returned fire with my sword drawn, striking him straight in the arm.

Just as the chainsaw axe almost grazed the tip of my nose with a fishy wind, my sword slashed at him. I thought that a hasty return would be more than enough to cut off at least one arm, if not through the heavy breastplate, but to my surprise, I didn't even manage to touch his armor even with a sword in both hands. The thick layer of red mist wrapped around his body blocked my blade like force field armor. At the same time, a powerful psionic blast also traveled along my sword and arm into my mind, making me dizzy.

The second axe that swept through tore through the armor on my chest. If it hadn't been for a wild wolf pulling me behind me in time, I would have been cut in two.

Such a dangerous situation made me break out in a cold sweat, and it seemed that it was not feasible to count on the protection of the wolves, and even less to retreat and flee in the face of his perverted speed. Shaking my head to dispel the dizziness in my head, I held my sword in both hands and went back to meet it.

I wasn't confident I could take him out in a heads-up, or even hurt him, but as long as I could entangle him and keep him in place for even a second, the wolves would do the rest.

And I still have that confidence.

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