The warriors began to evacuate the hall in an orderly and rapid manner. No one told me what I was going to do, so I picked up my giant mechanical claw, floated myself, and flew towards the hole in the dome.

"Are you going to chase that demon?" Arslan's voice rang out over the communicator. After Eddie disconnected the psychic link, he had to rely on the communicator to reach me.

"The demon has been badly injured, and I probably won't have time to catch up with it." I replied.

"You think you can take it down?" Velheim also joined the conversation. Instead of laughing at my incompetence, he was worried about me.

"It's not going to take me down that easily, I can at least stop it a little bit so that it doesn't hunt down our crew. Aren't you going to take a look at the bridge? Sylvia is still there. ”

I'm more worried about Sylvia, of course, but I'm sure the wolves won't leave their people behind, and the demons need someone to deal with them.

"We'll go over there, we're not going to give up our mortal brothers...... And sisters. Velheim said.

The promise of the wild wolf is always reassuring.

"You have to hurry, thirty minutes at the latest, we will destroy this ship, don't get trapped inside." Velheim admonished.

"No problem."

"Wait, Ilshan." Arslan stopped me again, "Communicate with me with psionics." ”

This strange request stunned me for a moment, in my impression the wolf is definitely not the group of people who are keen on psionic energy, even if it is not as extreme hatred as the Black Temple, they normally show an attitude of disgust, and will never take the initiative to ask to be used for witchcraft. What's more, the wolves are the most unscrupulous group of people in the Empire, they will talk to people with a roaring voice at all times, and they will never hide their voices.

What situation must be conversed in undisturbed psychic communication? Looks like I'm up to something?

I stopped at the breach in the dome and looked back to see Arslan, who was being dragged by the Flame Crystal Chariot, extending my mind to connect with him.

"What's the matter?" I asked as quietly as I could.

"The failure just now is not your responsibility. This shame belongs only to us wolves. He said.

Is it just to comfort me? He doesn't think I'm going to go out and work hard, does he? It's not my habit to fight to the death alone. I'm just trying to do as much as I can, and even if I fail, I don't want to be so ugly.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to die."

I slipped through the hole in the dome and stood at the top of the towering hall, quickly finding the demon. He was stumbling across the hull of the battleship, weaving his way through the buildings, seemingly having lost the ability to fly.

"Hmm...... That's it...... Stay safe......" Arslan slurred, uttering something that was in no way in line with a wolf—or even a Space Marine. Normally, every Space Marine is willing to die generously, and safety is never part of their vocabulary.

"Okay. I see it, see you later. "I'm ready to close the psychic link and catch up. The conversation with Arslan gave me a creepy feeling that this old wolf who had entered the dreadnought mech was definitely not normal now.

"Wait!" He let out a rare yell, and finally said as if he had made up his mind, "You have a chance to kill it!" ”

What does that mean? A simple sentence seems to contain some deep meaning......

"What do I need to do?" I asked immediately. Exactly, what I want to know is what price I have to pay. Vaguely, I felt that the price could be very high—to the extreme, for a man—but to a soldier of the Imperial Guard, a normal and deserved destination.

"You have a sword, a sword forged to kill demons......"

I'm well aware that I have a few swords, the two most commonly used ones have been scrapped in recent battles, and none of the remaining ones, including those from Eldar Banshee and War Witch, are specifically designed to deal with demons.

Wait, do you say......

I struggled to keep my mind connected, and jumped down the hall to float towards the demon. Back in a gravity-free environment, it became extremely difficult to move, and luckily, the demon was also struggling.

"You once killed a high-level demon with your own hands, a real ancient demon that is more powerful than the current mortal degenerate, and now, maybe you have the opportunity to kill another ......"

This time I seem to have heard something truly incredible!

I've been in the service for so many years, and I've naturally encountered a lot of strong enemies, and there are naturally some demons, and I've seen all the low-level demons under the command of the four evil gods, although they are difficult and disgusting, but seriously, they are no more difficult to kill than the stronger green-skinned orcs. The strongest enemy I've ever faced in the past is undoubtedly the green-skinned warlord I killed with Deathwatch, and secondly, the demon prince in front of me, who has just ascended to demonhood. In my memory, there are no high-level demons.

“…… Those are some of your lost memories, knowing that the higher demons represent the strictest of blasphemy, and that even the mere glance at them, or even the mere knowledge of their existence, is enough to trigger madness and irreparable depravity. Mortals who have come into contact with demons will inevitably be purified by the Inquisition. Fortunately, you and your comrades-in-arms were meritorious people in that battle, and you, like my brothers, only purified your mind. If I hadn't been transported back in a coffin, I'm afraid I'd have forgotten about that......"

I've gotten after the demon, but it's closer to a massive void created by the bombardment, and before I can catch up with it, it will preemptively burrow into the interior of the battleship. I didn't have any weapons in my hands to threaten it, so I got the idea of a nearby turret nearby. This is a quadruple automatic cannon, which looks like the same model as the Hydra anti-aircraft gun in our defense force, and the consciousness has penetrated into it and probed it, and there is plenty of ammunition.

I twisted the barrel of its cannon toward the demon, controlling the mechanical fire inside it, and then a huge flame spewed out from the muzzle. Normally, the firepower of a salvo from four automatic guns is always a delight, as it can quickly shred through the sturdy vehicles that are approaching our heads, destroy hordes of infantry as quickly and cleanly as farmers in an agrarian world harvest their crops, and even fight against some light armored vehicles. But here, the anti-aircraft battery did not play a role, it was installed on the roof of a building, the lowest angle of fire was only flat fire, and the demons walking under the building were completely out of its range. I tore the whole turret off with a single blow, and fired it at the demon, the first few shells exploding behind the demon, and by the time I took a closer look, the demon had already jumped into the hole and disappeared from my eyes.

Entering the complex environment inside the battleship, the difficulty of the battle is further increased...... By the way, what did Arslan just say?

Habitually cram this quadruple automatic turret into space, and I began to recall Arslan's words. Due to the distance, the psychic connection was somewhat intermittent, but Arslan was still talking, and at the same time sharing some fragments of the memory with me.

It's a scene of a battlefield that I've been familiar with for a long time - no, it's a little different from what I'm used to, I've seen mortal corpses all over the battlefield many times, but I've never seen so many Star Marines fall in a single battle. The mortals were dressed in the costumes of the Valhalla Legion, and the Space Marines were wolves, and even the perspective of these images was lying on the ground, and the blood on the ground barely reached the eyes. And the battle was not over, not far away, it was a huge demonic figure, tall and slender, with four arms, two of which had mutated into the shape of claws, and the other two were holding swords, looking like Shalis's minions. A small group of five people in silver-gray livery is attacking the demons - I can't be sure if they're Space Marines or not, their armor is not only unique in color, but also in a shape that is very different from that of ordinary Space Marines. Looking at the proportions, the giant demon was more than twice as tall as the Space Marines, almost six meters, almost as tall as the greenskin warlord I had dealt with before.

The battle was brutal and bloody. Each of those Space Marines showed a level of skill I had never seen before, and their weapons were nothing short of extraordinary, even more than any of the master's weapons I had ever seen, and they were the best troops in the Empire with great fighting spirit and skillful coordination. They inflicted severe wounds on the demons, but the demons are terrifying beyond imagination, they may not be as powerful as the green-skinned orcs, but they have more skilled fighting skills and the speed of the wind than the silver-gray warriors. The battle soon came to an end, when the demon's vicious weapon pierced the body of the last Space Marine, who simply severed the demon's knee with a single sword - the warrior was so wounded in both legs that he had to fall to his knees, unable to attack higher.

No, it's not the real end yet. Just as the demon knelt down to catch his breath, a mortal soldier suddenly stood up in the pile of corpses, picked up the greatsword dropped by one of the fallen space marines, and slashed off the demon's head with a single sword.

Thanks to the Space Marine's good vision, I could see the man's back and face, and although the beard and long hair were the things that most regular soldiers had ordered, I could still make out that it was clearly what I was when I was younger......

“…… They later cleaned up the battlefield and recovered everyone's bodies, but one of their weapons was missing for no reason, along with the demon's head. I think those things should still be on you......" Arslan said silently.

I felt a headache, not the stinging pain of psionic backlash, but the feeling of something exploding in my head, the feeling of swelling......

Are those all true? What are the things I've experienced but have been forced to forget?

I reached out, opened the storage space, and a large two-handed sword appeared in my hand. I don't remember where it came from, and I've never seen it in my space. Presumably, I can create a storage space, maybe I can create an additional zào, right?

It was a bright silver greatsword, almost as long as my height, with a long, thick all-metal hilt and a thin, broad blade. Although it is huge, it is not as heavy as it seems. It's so beautifully crafted that I can see how powerful it is, even without the force field turned on.

Having only heard of it, but having never seen such a rare creation, I was certain that it was a sacred, blessed weapon. I don't have time to guess if it's really a demon nemesis, the only thing I know for sure is that I'm really on the move!

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When my family was watching the Spring Festival Gala, I wrote a chapter slowly. It's the first day of the new year

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