I don't know what the point of the demon's escape at this time is. Could it have found more victims to regain its strength? Just now Eddie informed us that our people have been evacuated, where will it go to find the prey of the Blood Sacrifice?

However, it is not an option to let it escape like this, we will soon send men to restore the operation of the battleship, its existence is still a great threat to mortal soldiers, and it is impossible for us to have a Space Marine escort for every crew member and mechanic.

Looks like I'm left to pursue. It may still be difficult for me to defeat it in a face-to-face battle alone, but I can always call in a Storm Guardian with teleportation to help.

Needless to explain, I put away the massive Nemesis greatsword and flew into the black hole. In such a cramped place, I don't need to worry about the demons coming back against me.

"Bless your hunt, child. Bring back a pair of tusks. "Avtron's subpoena rings in my head. What a strange and familiar vernacular.

In my homeland, when a boy reaches the age of fourteen or fifteen, he may be allowed—or commanded—to make a long journey to the distant tundra of the north, along with the seasoned hunters, in the bitterest winter of the coldest months, to hunt the strongest and fiercest beast on the land of Sogan, the mammoth. Hunting a mammoth not only gives you enough meat and fur to survive the harsh winter for the whole family and even the entire tribe, but it also means that a teenager can become a truly recognized man, capable of supporting a family on his own, and capable of supporting his wife and children. Of course, Sogan's natural environment is not so harsh that the weaker people cannot survive, and there are many people who are not strong enough to face the mammoths, and they can barely fill their stomachs with tubers such as potatoes and small animals such as rats in winter, but these people usually do not get the favor of the girls.

As a shaman blessed by my ancestors, I bear expectations that go far beyond hunting mammoths. In fact, at the age of twelve, I was already able to kill one of the strongest male mammoths with a javelin, and that wasn't a proof of my adulthood. The trajectory of my life had long been predetermined by the elders, but when I was fifteen years old, the empire distorted my predetermined trajectory with his power greater than that of the elders.

At this time, I had a vague feeling that after an interval of twenty years, my life had turned back to that distorted position, and at this time, I had a chance to prove that I had grown up!

It makes me happy, but at the same time it brings a little panic. I once believed that I had already become a qualified soldier, glorifying the Emperor with the blood and souls of thousands of enemies of the Empire. I even believe that I don't have to rely on the approval of others to prove myself. But now, I need the recognition of an elder of my own clan. It seems to be a weakness of the heart.

Still, it made me feel a little closer to home. After so many years of wandering between the battlefields of the Empire after joining the army, I haven't felt this way for a long time.

The pipe was narrower than I had imagined, and I had to crawl forward in a crawling motion - a technique I had trained rigorously for, but rarely had the opportunity to use it in battle, and many times I had to stand straight in front of the enemy's guns to attract fire, and at the same time the invulnerability was a great morale boost. Luckily, at least I had some room to move my arms, otherwise I would have had to squirm like a bug - if a Space Marine had to take off his armor and get in. The demon is about the same size as a Space Marine, but its body can be shaped, and I suspect it may have taken the shape of an elongated serpent - the Demon Prince of Shalis, the original genome of the Emperor's son, Fergrim, is said to have taken the shape of a snake.

Naturally, the demon didn't turn around and come to my trouble, and with its size, it would be too difficult to turn around in this narrow pipe. But that doesn't mean I'm going all the way without hindrance, the pipe isn't a straight line, it's a labyrinth of forks, and I can only trace the strong and distinctive stench of the demon as it glides its way through the darkness. One of the bigger troubles was the wind, which seemed to be used to supply air circulation, and when air suddenly rushed in the space that was originally in a vacuum, the resulting hurricane caused me to retreat dozens of meters at one point, and almost shattered the shield on my body. I couldn't go forward with such a strong wind, but after remembering how the wind was formed, I found a way to deal with it, I broke down a section of pipe behind me, and manipulated it to twist and squeeze into a ball so that the air could not flow out. When the air pressure settles, the wind naturally stops.

And I had no way out at all - even though I didn't feel the need for it in the first place. The air around me was relatively fresh again, and although it was still mixed with the strong smell of steel and dirty oil that had been mechanically purified countless times, it still allowed me to rest for a moment without having to put in the trouble of maintaining the shield.

The trail in the narrow pipe soon came to an end, and looking out of the lattice window torn by brute force, below was a not-so-large cabin, dimly lit, where a few pieces of machinery I didn't know what to do, and not working. I saw the figure of the demon, whose body had indeed become slender like a snake, but instead of winding its way like a snake, it crawled with difficulty on its six arms. It's just that it's so hard to move, and I believe I'll be able to kill it with a simple sword.

But it's much more than that. In the chamber below, the floor was covered in blood, and more blood was pouring out of a hose in the wall. Here's another blood sacrifice!

The energy of the subspace here is breathtakingly dense, and I can effortlessly condense an unimaginably large force. But it is much more difficult to manipulate these forces, and the slightest mistake can lead to the harshest backlash. The demon, on the other hand, was able to absorb the energy unscrupulously and completely heal its wounds in a very short period of time.

However, the blood sacrifice in front of him was obviously not specially prepared for this demon. Above the pool of blood, a subspatial rift opened, and from it swarms of translucent forms poured out. These things seem to be nothing more than low-level demons, resembling birds or bats with wings outstretched. As soon as they appeared in the real world, they immediately launched a siege on the snake-like Sharis demon.

It looks like a demonic version of the falcon preying on snakes. However, even if the snake was badly wounded, it was still a powerful high-level demon, and with every swing of its six arms, it could completely invisibly shatter one of its enemies, and even shatter several with a single roar. The eagles, which could not even fully condense into the entity, were weak, and the strength of each one was negligible, but there were too many of them, and while more than a dozen of them were killed in an instant, dozens more pounced on the giant serpent's body, tearing at its flesh and blood.

It doesn't seem like it will be a few minutes before this demon, which we had been unable to kill with all our might, will be reduced to food for a group of low-level predators.

Who is presiding over this blood sacrifice? Are there other powerful Chaos forces on this ship? It took little thought of it, and I immediately thought of the Chaos Wizard, who had already displayed a power that would astute me when we landed. And at this time, after holding this blood sacrifice, driving such a group of demon lackeys, and hunting an even more powerful high-level demon, what will his power increase?

I cautiously poked my head out to take a closer look, and in the corner of the cabin, where I couldn't see before, the Chaos Wizard was there, wrapped in a dazzling shield of thunder and lightning and maintaining a spell-casting posture, and I could see that he was controlling the rift in the subspace and the hordes of low-level demons. He was also surrounded by a group of mortals, mostly pagans under his command, and a few dressed as crew members on our side.

I had almost no chance of confronting him, and waiting for reinforcements was the only right thing I could do. But the pollution of the subspace here couldn't help but interfere with psionic communications, and even the radio completely failed.

Naturally, I could have gone back the way I came, taking the fork in the pipe to find a relatively clean space to contact my allies, but the figure of a captive next to the wizard made me choose something else.

A neat officer's uniform, a tall and slender figure, and short blond hair, it was Sylvia.

I jumped out of the pipe where I was hiding, landed in the middle of the cabin, stood in the knee-deep pool of blood, and took out the Nemesis greatsword.

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