The bait was still eaten by the prey. Due to the peculiarities of this hunt, I did not have the means to poison the bait at all. At this time, the power of the demon who eats the bait will increase explosively, and I can foresee this......

I activated the plan as soon as I could, and released a psionic beacon. The energy infused into this beacon was so huge that it could be felt not only by all the psionics on the ship, but also in the fortress of the Hall of Silence, hundreds or thousands of kilometers away. I didn't send out a call for help, but I'm sure someone will be there in time for reinforcements.

I'm never going to be fighting alone.

Then, until reinforcements arrived, I had to fight alone for the time being. The demon just eats the bait, but digestion isn't done that quickly.

The wound in the demon's abdomen was slowly healing, and the disgusting flesh buds on the edges of the wound tangled with each other had almost covered the bait, and it was only a matter of moments that it was completely engulfed. But I still have a chance, the snake that has just finished swallowing is usually very slow.

The demon's neck seems to be made of rubber, and it has no bones, so it won't break even if it is pinched flat with mechanical claws. But rubber is also afraid of sharp edges.

Loosen the mechanical claws to reveal the demon's neck, then swung the greatsword with all his might. In normal times, such a large-scale attack would be easily dodged by the demon, but at this time, all it could do was raise its arms and barely block it. The sharp sword that sharpened the iron like clay lightly cut off the demon's arm and slashed deeply into the demon's neck, but it was helpless to stop there. Contrary to what I expected, it not only had bones in its neck, but it was much harder than the bones in its arms.

Not being able to activate the energy force field of this sword has to be said to be a huge legacy, when the force field can be activated, even a demon a hundred times more powerful than this will be beheaded by me with a sword, I have already done this once thirteen years ago.

In this short delay, the demon's power has increased by leaps and bounds. The rapidly regenerating muscles in its neck squeezed the blade out of its body, and the severed arm was reborn. Looking at its strong Cheng dù, I couldn't even hurt his muscles with the next sword.

I watched as it gripped the blade directly with its newborn palm, and slowly pushed the greatsword away from its side with the strength of its arms against my hundred-ton force. Immediately after, in its other hand, the majestic chaotic energy gathered and condensed into a red-black giant sword made of ash-like material.

I couldn't help but drift backwards. The greatsword flowed with the wails of countless souls, exuding an irresistible fury that was too powerful for me to face!

I watched as the demon's body swelled, growing taller and thicker. It quickly surpassed four meters in height, a little taller than the dreadnought. The wings on its back regrow, and the scars from the previous battle, large and small, have all healed, leaving behind countless large and hideous scars.

I knew the speed of the demon with wings, and I didn't even have a chance to escape.

As if it was itself shocked by the power it had just gained, the demon did not attack, but looked at its body with curiosity, as well as the giant sword in its hand.

It took almost a full minute to adjust to its newborn body, and then let out a wild laugh. Even in a vacuum, the laughter made the entire steel world around it tremble, and the boundary between the real world and the subspace was weakened by the laughter, and countless ghosts were eyeing the other side, ready to rush into reality.

Not only did I have to gather my will to resist this tremendous onslaught on my psyche, but I also had to physically struggle against the suffocation caused by running out of air. Even if it hadn't actually attacked yet, I was already on the verge of reaching my limit, and I was on the verge of a physical and mental breakdown.

After the wild laughter, the demon's clear words came to my mind, and each syllable shook my heart like a hammer, "Humble mortal, you have given me a great surprise. In return, I will allow you to join me. I will reassemble my warbands and slaughter ten million worlds. You have seen my power, and this is the power that you too will have in the future, as long as you are loyal to me......"

I replied with the mechanical claw that smashed into his face with all its might, and it fended off the blow with one hand. The moment its vision was obscured, I stabbed my greatsword into its abdomen, leaving only a shallow dent in its muscles.

"I saw my father! I see my brother! ”

It was not a prayer commonly used in the Empire, but it encouraged me more than the prayers that were widely circulated, though my father was still a hunter in my old home of Sogan, and he made long journeys every day to chase wild beasts for food for the evening or tomorrow morning, and I had no brother, I was the eldest in the family.

"Very well, your skull deserves to be in my collection, and your wail will stay with me for a thousand years." The demon laughed wildly and roared, raising its sword, dark red flames blazing on the blade.

I knew I couldn't stop the blow, no matter how many layers of shield I lay down it would break like rotten parchment in front of the sword, and with my speed I couldn't avoid it. Damn, can you only teleport away? Being within the chaotic aura emitted by the demon, the danger of rashly casting teleportation is not much higher than the chance of surviving with a sword.

But it seems that I can only gamble, and I can't make it until the reinforcements arrive. I found the ground moving cannonball that exploded in three seconds in the storage space and prepared to take it out, this thing is the supreme weapon for destroying living beings, but demons are not mortal beings after all, I don't know how effective it will be.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt flashed in front of me, and a large, thick dark blue figure emerged from the thunderlight, and the warhammer around the thunderbolt was raised high, and the demon's sword-wielding arm was deflected to the side with a single blow. The Terminator armor-wielded Space Marine's slamming forward, slamming the demon with a storm shield on his other hand, also encased in lightning.

His shoulder armor was painted with a fist holding lightning, the emblem of the Stormguardian Warband that I had known in the Hall of Silence not long ago.

Not even the full force of the Terminator warrior could shake the demon's body. The demon that had been attacked came back to his senses and swung his sword at the newly joined warrior. The energy field covered by the storm shield immediately collapsed under this blow, and the heavy shield itself was cut through a huge gap. Even the Terminator couldn't stay steady in a gravityless environment, and the impact of the demonic greatsword sent the dark blue Terminator flying far into the corner of the chamber.

The demon flapped its wings and tried to catch up to give him a fatal blow, but one thunderbolt after another exploded around it, and more terminators appeared.

I recognized the officer among them, it was Feto Annlund, a company commander of the Storm Guardians, his armor decorated in dazzling gold and silver, a plasma cannon hanging from one arm that spewed deadly ball lightning, and his massive power sword that needed to be held in both hands, even in the size of a Terminator. He teleported to the demon's side, and with a single swing of his sword, he severed the demon's arm, which was not holding a sword, shoulder-to-shoulder.

The reinforcements are not only these, they appear out of thin air from the void, and there are some gray-black figures around them, these space marines wearing ordinary power armor, each of them seems to be able to dissolve into the void, disappear from sight at any time, and then appear in other shadows. Some of them drew their weapons of unique shapes and materials to close the demons' movements in close combat, while others hurled short spears from afar in support, a tactic typical of Sogen's hunters when hunting behemoths and other behemoths. The spearheads of those short spears glistened with the glow of power weapons, each of which stabbed deep into the demon's body before exploding, blasting filthy flesh everywhere.

"It seems that every time you leave, you always bring us unexpected surprises when we meet again, Lieutenant Colonel Ilshan." With the familiar psychic communication, the warrior from the wild wolf reappeared. Velheim teleports into the battlefield with an entire team of wolves, including Erdeon, the Iron Priestess.

"yes, the prey is fattening again. It's a pity that there are more people who come to share the food. Erdeon said.

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