- "What are you fighting for?" ”

-- Responsibilities.

- "Fighting is the way you want to live?" ”

――It doesn't matter.

- "Don't you want to change?" With your ability, you can get more and live better! ”

- Whatever.

- "Countless loyal and brave warriors like you have fallen in obscurity in forgotten places, and those mediocre talents who do nothing have stolen high positions, have you ever been unwilling? ”

――It has nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with you......

At this time, I was in a strange mental state, a kind of sober confusion, and a kind of organized chaos. Countless rebellious thoughts popped out of my heart and filled my mind. I knew that I was under the influence of a demonic spirit at this time, and I knew how to deal with it. Completely different from the crazy thoughts of the sadistic demon that directly persecutes people's hearts, the influence of the Sharis demon is a subtle way, it can arouse the deepest ** in the human heart, silently penetrate into all corners of the mind, as long as the heart shows a slight flaw, it will take advantage of the void to distort and defile people's minds, and lure them into the irretrievable road of no return. In the face of this kind of psychic offensive, mere willpower is not enough, and I know that many Space Marines, including the former Emperor's Son, who have the most noble names and honors, are not afraid of death or any other threat, but in the end they are defeated by the temptation of Shalis.

What I need to do now is actually to relax my mind as much as possible, ignore the disturbances of a qiē mentality, not take it seriously, let go of my usual insistence, ignore all hobbies, duties, honors, or personality, and even stop thinking about this behavior completely. Suspicion leads to heresy, and the present situation is the most likely time to invite heresy. It is said that the fall of the emperor's son was due to the fact that he valued his own glory so much that he was distorted into vanity.

I'm not fighting alone, and with so many battle-hardened Space Marines around me, including two think tank directors, I don't believe that demons can keep a small character like me on their minds, let alone affect all of us at the same time - otherwise there would be no fight.

It's not the first time I've been through this kind of test, and even if I can't overcome it head-on, at least it's not a problem to stay the course.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for me to wake up from my daze, and the distractions in my heart were swept away. His eyes fell on the real world around him, and he found that a fierce battle was raging at this time.

The demons also recruited reinforcements, a group of banshees, low-level demons under the command of Shalis. Banshees are not as tall and strong as bloodleters, their bodies are similar to mortals, and their bodies are similar to ** women, in the eyes of weak-willed mortals, they will present the most beautiful female images imaginable in his heart, but at this time all the people present are determined warriors, in our eyes, these banshees reveal their original form, one by one with four or more arms, the weird face shape and full of patterns are really ugly and ugly, in comparison, even the bloodletten seems much more pleasing to the eye, Perhaps only the rotten fleshy dreadnoughts could be uglier than them. The Banshee wields short weapons such as scimitars and daggers, which at first glance may not seem as intimidating as the Bloodletter's Flame Greatsword, but they are also blasphemous demonic weapons, with heavy subspace energy attached to them that can effectively deal with individual armor and leave deep scars on even the strongest armor of the Terminator. Banshees are too thin to take much damage, but they are extremely agile and far from steel-clad Space Marines. Therefore, even if the high-ranking demon with the face on the belly did not participate in the battle, these summoned banshees completely entangled the space marines.

However, in the chaotic battlefield at this time, although the Space Marines were each entangled by several banshees, they were not at a disadvantage. Even if their own armor is not enough to resist the filthy weapons in the hands of their opponents, the vast experience accumulated by the Space Marines over the course of a hundred years of combat ensures that each of them can calmly deal with several low-level demons. It's just that the high-level demon has been maintaining a subspace rift, summoning more banshees from it, making it seem as if they can never be killed, and not only that, but the demon has never given up on the psychic invasion, so that the space marines can't devote themselves to the battle - maybe it also fantasizes about tempting a few space marines to defect to it.

I couldn't help but reach out to observe the inner world of my comrades-in-arms and see how they resisted the invasion of the heart.

The hearts of the Storm Guardians were filled with disdain and contempt for demons, "Ten thousand years ago, our ancestors resisted the depravity spread by the four evil gods themselves, and you are still a little bit more delicate than them! ”

The wolves have no flaws in their hearts, so that the demons have no room to start. For wild wolves, the long life span and near-infinite battles that have in themselves satisfied their most beautiful and far-reaching desires, and for those who want nothing else, Shalis's demagoguery is completely useless.

As for my fellow Silent Blade, I was even more surprised by what they said. My naked eye could see them fighting there, but I couldn't even sense the mind of any of them with my psychic sense, as if they had not brains hidden in their skulls, but a pool of stagnant water, a lump of ice, or a rock, as if they were no longer intelligent and thinking humans, but completely incarnated as killing machines, relying on the biological instincts of memory in their muscles to cope with all combat situations. In this state, their projection in subspace is also completely extinguished. They were the most poorly equipped of the Space Marines in battle, but they were the most skilled in combat, their agility significantly outstripped that of the wolves, and they left the hulking Terminator warriors far behind, almost on par with their opponents, the banshee demons known for their agility.

At this time, the most disadvantageous situation on the battlefield is the most luxuriously equipped Storm Guardian, the Space Marines wearing Terminator armor are slow, basically unable to catch up with the movements of the banshee, even if they occasionally have the upper hand, they cannot effectively pursue, and the long-range weapon equipped on the left hand has become an out-and-out burden, and there is no chance to fire. Even though the heavy armor was momentarily indestructible to the banshee's short weapons, it was not completely indestructible, and it seemed only a matter of time before it fell.

"Our crew has been evacuated, and all the plasma furnaces have been lit, and when we leave, we can overload the ship's subspace engines and drive the demons out of this world. Now, everyone can evacuate. Add summoned us from afar.

"Isn't the price of an almost brand new cruiser too much? We are already victorious. Avtron asked.

Avtron's figure emerges from the darkness, with no power armor on his body, and even in a bloated spacesuit, he still looks a little thin, only his height far beyond the average human means that he is also a super-soldier with a modified body. He carried several short throwing spears and held a spear longer than his height, which was matte-finished, dull and devoid of a bulging charge, making it a true combat weapon. His eyes were as dark as the weapons in his hands, and his movements seemed to be slower than those of the Terminator warriors, but with each shot he pierced the head of a banshee with unmistakable accuracy, as if an enemy would automatically crash into it as long as it was placed there.

"Although fate is unpredictable, I have indeed seen a fragment of the future in the dark, and we will win this victory!" Avtron said.

"Yes, I also firmly believe that we will win. I've reawakened this Nemesis Ghost, but full activation requires the Gene Lock to be activated, and probably some dander or a few drops of blood......," Erdien interjected, "Uh, where are we going to get a Grey Knight?" Well, if we had the ability to catch the Grey Knight, we would have been able to hack this demon to death......"

Velheim wrote back to Add, "Suspend the self-destruct ritual, we'll do our best to keep the loot." ”

He was bare-handed, wrapped in thunder and lightning, and his roar caused a turbulent wave in the subspace. He roared and threw lightning at the nearest banshee, turning it into ashes, but the lightning was much more powerful than that, it continued to meander like a dazzling snake, jumping from one banshee to another, scattering them and absorbing the chaotic power from them, and finally, the lightning serpent, which had devoured nearly ten low-level demons and became thicker and thicker, crashed headlong into the high-level demons that were maintaining the subspace rift, exploding a large area of thunder that illuminated the entire cabin.

Of course, the headless demon would not be in a defenseless state, and it was surrounded by a shield of chaotic energy condensation, and even if it was hit by this thunderbolt, it did not completely dissipate. And it's quicker at summoning banshees.

It's hard for me to help in this battle. In a gravity-driven environment, I can use my nimble skills and psionic shields that are more reliable than the Terminator's armor to maneuver three or five banshees, but here, I'm no match for banshees in melee combat.

Responsibility drove me to do something, and in an inexplicable impulse I took back the Nemesis Greatsword from Erdien's hand, and as he watched in amazement, he lowered his palm and wiped it on the blade, and the sharp blade cut through my glove, cutting a wound in my palm, and soon blood seeped out again. I rubbed the blood on the hilt of my sword, then held it with both hands. Suddenly, the spiritual energy in my body flowed out like a floodgate, and was completely absorbed by the giant sword in my hand.

Immediately after, the blade of the Nemesis began to glow, not with the lightning of a normal power weapon, but like a torch, gradually burning like a torch, illuminating the area around me with a soft and steady light.

Several banshees rushed towards me, as if I was the only mortal in the battlefield and the easiest persimmon to deal with. They broke through Erdien's interception and swung their swords at me in front of me. If I had a lightweight chainsaw or a mortal version of the power sword in my hand, I might still have a chance to resist it, but at this time, when I have lost most of my psionic power and even the shield is crumbling, wielding this sword, which seems very huge even to a space marine, is a completely impossible task with the power of **. At this moment, I thought about retreating and wanted to seek the help of my comrades.

Then I saw the blade of the sword in my hand glow, and in the light of that light, the banshee melted as quickly as wax oil thrown into the flames, and then turned into ashes.

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