The roar of blasters, the roar of chainsaws, the shouts of warriors, the grinding of steel against the mechanical systems of the power armor, mixed with the mad roar of the demons, were deafening in the wide hall. In front of me, nine Space Wolf veterans, including high-ranking rune priests, plus a dreadnought mech, are going all out to lay siege to that giant demon.

I've never seen such an exciting fight. The iron-gray warriors displayed unparalleled combat skills before my eyes, and their bodies were as nimble as if they were not heavily armored giants, as I had only seen before in the warriors of the Eldarlings. They leapt and forth between dozens of massive tentacles, dodging each deadly attack with near-perfect accuracy, and each time the chainsaw sword and chainsaw axe swing at a strange angle, leaving bloody scars on the demon's body and sending filthy and foul-smelling demonic blood splattered everywhere. The huge dreadnought mech, on the other hand, stood in front of the demon like an impregnable fortress, attracting most of the demon's attacks, allowing the tentacles to leave dents in the armor plate. The submachine cannon fired short bursts of fire that filled the approaching tentacles with bloody holes, and then the thunderous power claws grabbed and ripped them off, threw them on the ground and crushed them with their feet.

With skill, fearless courage and tacit cooperation, I felt as if I had gone back to my teenage years, and witnessed my people hunting a giant beast like the mammoth, but the mammoth, although it was huge and ferocious, was only a herbivore, and the only way to attack was a simple collision, where was it so terrifying as this demon full of tentacles? How can those mortal hunters compare to these super soldiers with hundreds of years of combat experience? Perhaps only legendary monsters, such as Fenris's Kraken, the sea monster, can describe this monster.

This demon is indeed the most terrifying opponent. Its body has been expanding and growing in battle, becoming on a par with the Dreadnought, and its tentacles are reaching out more and more and longer, enough to touch almost every corner of this hall. The power of these tentacles was unmatched, knocking a Space Marine out with a single blow, leaving deep, dense scratches on his power armor with protruding spikes, and even the front of the Dreadnought, which was stronger than a tank, cracked under their blows. At the beginning of the war, those tentacles tried to entangle the wolves and drag them into their mouths, but the other wolves could always cut off the tentacles in time to rescue their brothers, and gradually, those tentacles also grew huge snake-like mouths, which could directly swallow a Space Marine, although this still could not really eat a wolf, but it also made the wolves passive, because it meant that the wolves had to be careful when cutting off the tentacles to avoid hurting the brothers who were swallowed.

The battle lasted only a few minutes, and the decline of the wolves was already visible. The scars on their power armor gradually increased, not only from direct blows, but also from the splashes of demonic blood that would corrode the pottery steel. The vigorous exercise caused the service system to hiss overwhelmingly, and the exhaust holes of the power pack violently spewed out a white mist formed by the evaporation of the coolant, but the temperature of the armor continued to rise uncontrollably. On the other hand, the demon, although it seemed to have suffered countless damage, the damage caused by the axe and bullet was insignificant to it, and healed almost instantaneously, and the severed tentacles were quickly devoured by it, and more tentacles grew again. Bullets and submachine gun shells that hit it like mud only rippled and didn't even bleed much. Only the occasional lightning bolt from Velheim would make it seem like it struggled in agony for a moment—but even a powerful psyker like a rune priest couldn't use spells as often as a firearm.

It's a pity, and even a shame, that I didn't make much of a difference in such a fierce battle. My laser cannon was crooked on the first shot, missing the eye and evaporating only a small portion of its body, making it difficult to break even a tentacle from the point of view of the effect. After carefully adjusting the sights, although the accuracy improved, and finally the one-eyed was eliminated as desired, it did not have the expected effect at all. It was only after a short period of confusion that small eyes grew all over the demon's body, completely covering up the blind spots that were barely existing at the beginning, but it was still not satisfied, so it let those tentacles also give birth to eyes, so those tentacles opened their round mouths full of sharp teeth one by one, staring at the evil demon eyes, completely like entangled snakes.

So I ended up putting away the laser cannon, taking out a few melee weapons captured from aliens and heretics, and using psionic energy to control the tentacles that demons poked at me from time to time. I've tried to slash with my own arm strength, but loot that isn't a power weapon, or even if it is, I can't activate a power weapon, can barely hurt the tough tentacles.

How long will this last? Didn't you say that there was naval artillery fire support?

By this time, I had almost given up hope of winning by our own strength, and looked at the wild wolves who were not in the least interested, and did they still believe that they could be defeated?

Finally, as if gathering the last of his strength, Velheim swung his axe and slashed all the approaching tentacles, leaping far backwards, and then a bolt of lightning struck the demon violently, causing it to spasm.

"Wolf, retreat!" He ordered loudly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the wild wolves retreated one after another, only Arslan was entangled in several tentacles and could not move for a while. He had already exhausted the shells of the submachine gun, and it seemed clumsy to tear the tentacles with a single power claw, so I immediately released the force field hand to drag him back, tearing off a few tentacles with such force.

"Is it going to be reorganized?" Dozzavier asked excitedly. The gray-bearded veteran's armor was crumbled by demonic teeth and corrosive blood, and his face was scarred by a deep bony scar, but he seemed unaware.

Velheim shook his head and led the way briskly towards the hall door, "No, it's retreat. The bombardment is coming, and there is no need for us to bury a mindless Egg of Chaos. ”

Uh, it turns out that this big guy who we haven't been able to do anything about it for a long time is not the real Demon Prince? So, how powerful will the real Demon Prince be?

Although the wolves love to fight, they are still disciplined soldiers, so they didn't say much at this time, and began to withdraw one after another after Velheim. The huge Chaos Egg had recovered from the spasms of the electric shock, and was still busy devouring its broken tentacles, not bothering to chase after it for a while.

A huge concussion came from under my feet, and the entire battleship seemed to shake. I suddenly realized that the expected shelling had arrived. The steel floor beneath his feet began to get hot, and the scorching heat could be felt through the damp boots.

In the hallway, the sound of steel disintegrating could be heard in the distance, and the air flowed violently, forming a shrill wind. The air is leaking rapidly!

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