"On one side are the infidels on this ship, most of them have been infected and mutated, and there seem to be too many to kill, and on the other side are our old friends, the World Eaters, I don't know where they came from, they are less than us, and they are quite capable of fighting." A wolf soldier briefly introduced.

There was a jagged scar on his shoulder armor, apparently from the chainsaw axe, which could not cut through such a sturdy position.

"If we can bring in more people, we can quickly encircle them." Another said.

"The World Eater landed on the Inquisition's ship and escaped here using the teleporter there after his defeat." I added.

"Others are guarding more strategic positions and don't have a lot of manpower," Arslan said. Anyway, with me here, I don't need that many people. ”

"So, who do we hit first?"

Arslan leaned over to look at the young wolf who was asking, snorted, turned to face the impenetrable fog, paused for a moment, as if to confirm that there were other allies on the other side, and then, he slightly bent a pair of iron legs to make a more steady gesture, the submachine gun idled and accelerated, and his body twisted to one side.

The next moment, the piercing cannon roared, and the submachine guns spewed a blazing rain of steel at full speed, and the long whip condensed into a flame cut through the fog and swept across the field, the thick shells fell around me, and the red dots on the electronic map were extinguished one after another. The submachine gun extended and strafed twice, and by the time the barrel was idling again after five or six seconds, the number of enemies detected by the radar had been reduced by more than half.

With a clang, a huge empty ammunition box smashed to the ground. The servants in the back were about to come over to reload him, but Arslan ignored them and strode forward.

"Ruth is here!" Arslan roared angrily and actually began to charge. In an instant, he vanished through the fog, only to see a large green mark on the radar indicating his location.

The other wolves looked at each other, smiled helplessly, and also raised their weapons and began to charge together.

"Riemanrus!" The wolves didn't wear helmets, they couldn't use the megaphones on their armor, and the voices of the few people together weren't as loud as the dreadnoughts.

In that case, I don't need to keep up. The legs of mortals are destined to be unable to catch up with the Space Marines who run at full strength, and in the style of a wolf, there is no head to pick up when I follow behind.

What's more, this environment is not suitable for mortals to fight. Although the fog does not interfere with the view in melee range, the hot steam makes it warm to fifty or sixty degrees, exactly like a steam room. In peacetime or after the war, taking a bath like this is a great pleasure, but if you are fighting in such an environment, ordinary people will quickly sweat and die of dehydration - especially someone like me who comes from a cold world.

But isn't Fenris also a cold world? Why doesn't the space wolf seem to be afraid of heat at all?

Observing the battlefield through the guò radar, it looks like a good thing. Arslan rampaged with no enemies in front of him, and the red color dimmed everywhere he went, and it was expected that he would be able to wipe out all the remaining twenty or thirty enemies in less than a minute. So I began to think about what I could do, like find the steam leak and fix it - I don't have the technology, but I have two mechanical servants behind me.

But strange things always happen on the battlefield, or rather, nothing strange happens on the battlefield. Vaguely, my psionic perception detected several highly condensed chaotic energies, but looking at the individual radar, I found nothing. Which should I believe?

Normally, mechanical sorcery is always a little more reliable than sorcery, but what if it's an accident?

In this chaotic environment, creatures like the Infidels and Chaos Space Marines that have been tainted by chaos can no longer be detected by psionic perception. What can be detected at this time is clearly the filth of the higher dù - the demon! What do you mean? When you are darker than the night, you are the most conspicuous being.

But these demons are sneaky, and they are not at all as arrogant as the usual bloodletters. They suddenly appeared on the battlefield without warning, and the wolves did not notice it, still charging at the last group of enemies visible to the radar.

Indirect observations are vague, and in this case my own naked eye is the most reliable, but I'm not interested in facing a living demon, so I'd better identify the corpse.

I activated the power sword, trying to restrain the psionic power that was very conspicuous to the demon, and crept past, feeling close enough, and suddenly jumped up and launched a full thrust into it!

When my blade touched the enemy's body, I finally saw the enemy's appearance clearly, and immediately shouted badly!

The demon in front of him didn't seem to be terrifying, it could only be said to be disgusting. It wasn't roughly humanoid like the other demons, but rather a wet and soft lump of rotten flesh, with the silhouette of a human face looming over its wriggling pink body, with several tentacle-like limbs sticking out of it in a disgusting way.

However, since this kind of demon can exist in zài, its ability is obviously more than disgusting. I've dealt with them many times, and I've said that this kind of rotten flesh, which seems to have no strength, is actually more terrifying than a tall, strong, bloodthirsty bloodleter with a flaming greatsword.

This is a low-level demon under the command of the god of deceit, Xin Liezhi. Its melee ability can be said to be complete scum, but the chaotic fireballs it fires are terrifying energy capable of piercing almost any armor. Not to mention a walking mecha like Dreadnought, which is not too heavy, even if it is a main battle tank, it is very dangerous to be destroyed when it encounters a group of dreadnoughts. When Sylvia and I approached the Redemption of Heresy in the Thunderhawk, we were attacked by a dreadnosaur, and if I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have been destroyed and killed.

At this point, I wanted to take the sword back, but it wasn't so easy to control with a full blow. The blade slashed into the dreadnoe's body without hindrance, slicing it in half. This injury was enough to wipe out most demons, including the bloodletter, but I knew it didn't work for the Fear of Demons.

Just like I've seen before, the demon that was split in half didn't care about the wounds on his body, and turned into two smaller demons. One of them was still preparing to launch a fireball in the direction it had been intended, while the other fired a screech at me, which was still piercing even at the wolf's howls, and launched a counterattack at me.

With the slow movement of the demon, it is impossible to shoot even if you stand in front of you. But their ability to survive without fear of swords is a headache. Luckily, I'm not completely inexperienced, and dealing with these rotten flesh masses and purifying them with divine flames is pretty much the only option I can make.

I put away my power sword, took out my flamethrower, and opened fire on them with all my might, smashing canisters full of promethium fuel around them and igniting them, trying to trap them with flames. Flames are only more effective than swords, and they can't really destroy them quickly, not to mention that the dense fog here also inhibits the burning of flames. All I could do was try to draw their attention to myself so that they wouldn't attack Arslan. These demons could clearly see their targets in the fog, and the massive walking mechs were easy to hit against their slow-swallowing fireballs of chaos.

But the demon of the Lord of Deceit clearly understands what is more important. Only two or three of them were separated to deal with my attack, and the others were still standing still attacking Arslan. I felt desperate for a moment when these disgusting things that were hard to kill with hob meat, and what was even more terrifying was that with the fluctuations of subspace, more fears were summoned around me.

I think I should call Arslan to retreat - and after the retreat, I can completely clean this chamber with heavy artillery fire. No matter how difficult the demon is, it is only a small-sized demon after all, and it may be very strong in surviving under individual weapons, but the power of the god of war is crushing.

But how to convince the wolves to retreat is a difficult problem.

At this point, Arslan also spotted the attacks that threatened his armor, and after yelling at me to get out of the way, he charged in this direction. I watched him run through the flames in front of me, squandering seven or eight dreadnoughts along the way, and tearing two apart with his claws. But these counterattacks were to no avail, and the squandered demons soon wriggled and regained their original form, and the torn ones split into tiny individuals.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar came: "Space wolf, hide yourself!" The storm is coming! ”

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