Unfortunately, self-confidence does not make up for the gap in strength. My melee combat ability is barely on par with that of ordinary Chaos Space Marines, which is simply not enough to see in front of a melee expert like a sadomasochist, not to mention that at this time, I am facing a berserker who is obviously in a state of divine grace, and can be besieged by a team of space wolves unscathed.

In just one turn, I was knocked out of the way by the blood-red armored giant, and I fell into a slimy pool of blood, and the power sword that had accompanied me in battle for more than ten years and had chopped off the heads of more than a thousand enemies of the empire had been grasped by the giant and twisted into a completely irreparable scrap iron bar. The only success might have been that I had escaped his chainsaw axe once again, and if it hadn't been for the pants that slipped below the knee and tripped me off balance, my head might have been cut off.

Several space wolves stepped past me or simply over me, completely encircling the berserker. Now I don't have to be attacked anymore. In other words, I can be regarded as delaying the enemy for a second, creating a time for my companions to besiege.

However, the wolf's weapons were still ineffective against the berserkers who were under the protection of the gods at this time, and even the huge double-edged power axe of the Rune Sacrifice could not touch his armor at all. After a round of fighting, the berserkers were still unscathed, while several wolves had been knocked out, and the bloody chainsaw axe could easily split through even the heaviest shoulder armor of the Space Marines. Luckily, the wolves were also good at melee combat, and even without any protective action, they managed to avoid the vital points as much as possible, but their armor suffered some damage.

The Berserker launched an onslaught at one of the wolves. Unlike his companions, the wolf had no melee weapons in his hands, only a heavy bolt at his waist, one of the guards of the Rune Rites, the Fanged Basil Geso. This is perhaps the oldest veteran outside of Velheim to face the onrushing berserker with his bare hands, and he rushed head-on without evading, although he was staggered back and hit a heavy axe on his shoulder armor, he took advantage of the situation to grab the opponent's arm, and rolled backwards, raised his foot and kicked the opponent in the abdomen, dragging the opponent to the ground. Immediately afterward, the two men tangled in pools of blood, swinging heavy iron fists at each other's faces, grabbing each other's hair and slamming them into the ground, splashing high blood splatters. In this case, the berserker's axe becomes a burden that restricts one hand. It was evident that Basil Geso was superior in strength, but far superior in skill, and he skillfully unloaded the brute force exerted on him by his enemies, and for most of the time he firmly took the initiative, pinning the berserker to the ground and beating him severely. His fists couldn't break through the berserker's blood mist, but at least they kept the enemy at bay.

After a few moments, realizing the weakness of his attack, Basil Geso pulled out a short combat knife from his calf and tried to stab his enemy in the neck. But suddenly he stopped attacking, let go of the enemy, jumped up, and flashed to the side. At this time, the other wolves also avoided it, and for a time a large area was vacated, leaving the berserker in the middle.

Confused, the Berserker wiped most of the blood from his face that didn't belong to him, and staggered to his feet, but the tremor from the ground made him unable to balance. The next moment, the dreadnought mecha collided, and the steel creature weighing more than ten tons knocked him down at a speed of more than forty kilometers per hour, and then ran over on his body, stopped more than ten meters away, turned around, and then walked back slowly, the heavy flames mounted under the power claws spewed out blazing flames, completely engulfing the berserker.

Just when we all thought the battle was over, the Berserker still managed to fight back. He rolled out of the flames, and the chainsaw axe screeched into the dreadnought's leg joints with a sharp roar, causing the steel colossus, which was more than four meters tall, to shake and nearly fall. Immediately afterward, the berserker broke out of the wolf's already loose encirclement and turned around and threw his battle axe.

It's actually coming towards me, what did I do to make you hold such a grudge? Could it really be because the urine bubble desecrated the pool of blood?

I sat in a pool of blood and struggled backwards, finally avoiding the whirling heavy weapon. The axe slammed between my legs, and the high-speed rotating serrations cut deep into the floor, splashing blood mixed with sparks on my face, and I was shocked into a cold sweat.

Damn, do you really think that with the protection of the evil gods, you can run rampant? Along with the fear, an uncontrollable anger arose in my heart, and with the help of the rich subspace energy around me, I gathered an unprecedented amount of power and launched a full blow at him.

I've never tried to use psionic energy to make such a pure attack, and the power is completely beyond my control. Before I could hit my target, the force of the backlash was already giving me a headache and I was on the verge of falling. But the long rigors of training gave me enough willpower to sustain myself and watch as the psionic fist crashed into the Berserker's body, knocking him far away.

Then I realized my mistake.

The force of this blow was enough to penetrate the armor of the main battle tank, but against the relatively light Chaos Space Marine, such a huge force could only knock him away, not completely shatter him. In a different form, it might only take half or even less of the power to crush him - it's a pity that in my current state, I can't bear the consequences of any spell backlash.

I watched as the enemy crashed into the wall on the other side of the hall, bounced back and flew long before falling into the pool of blood. Then, he stood up again.

After two heavy blows from Arslan and me, the blood mist around the berserker had almost disappeared, and his armor had become shattered, and it was obvious that he himself was crumbling, in which case perhaps any wolf chasing him would have killed him. But the berserker's position at this time was very close to the giant egg, and the blood mist around the giant egg seeped into the berserker's body little by little, although he couldn't repair the armor, but his situation quickly improved.

Velheim stopped the pursuit of his companions. He walked up to me and reached out to me to pull me up.

The palm of my hand could only hold one of his fingers. There was an icy coolness coming from his hands, and I quickly woke up from the pain of casting a spell.

"What's next?" I asked in a low voice.

You can't just wait here because you're afraid of the blood mist, right?

"I don't think they're going to let us get bored." Velheim said.

Sure enough, with the roar of the berserker, the bloodletters condensed in the blood mist and surrounded us. These low-level demons looked taller and stronger than they had seen before, and the Flame Demon Sword in their hands was even more intimidating.

The wolves don't have to worry about being bored, they wave their weapons and join the fight. Even Basil Geso picked up the Berserker's discarded chainsaw axe and rushed to slash the demon.

I've lost all my melee weapons, and I can only watch at this point, occasionally backing up with my firearms. Flheim stood beside me, and had no intention of going to war, and seemed to be waiting for the final battle.

"That...... The Demon Prince ...... "I'm a little hesitant to speak.

The Rune Priest smiled and said, "Are you worried that we might not be opponents?" ”

I nodded.

"There's nothing to worry about, and we're not the only ones fighting." Velheim said casually, "All we have to do is to entangle the enemy and not let it run around, and leave the other things to the naval guns to solve." Outside, don't we have two more warships and a space fortress? ”

Not......

In between conversations, the few bloodletters had been slaughtered by the wolves. On the other side, the giant egg is slowly cracking.

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