() The lumbar and cervical vertebrae were broken at the same time, which was a fatal injury that psionic energy could not recover. The soul of a mortal cannot survive without **, so the moment the sound of the fracture sounded, I thought that my Vash Tod would completely burst out the remaining soul power at the last moment of his life to form a more powerful attack, but seeing his body die at Sylvia's feet and nothing happened, I guessed another possibility.

"Beware, he's not dead yet." I struggled to sit up and reminded. c66c!

Without hesitation, Sylvia picked up her power sword and activated the power field to stab at the corpse, the blade piercing deep into the chest of the lifeless shell, all the way into the steel floor. Still uneasy, she drew her sword and slashed down again, cutting off his head. The blood that was slowly flowing from the wound also showed that his heart had already stopped beating.

"Not dead yet?" She asked.

Maybe I guessed wrong? Even mortals burst into light and scream in their souls during their dying moments, and a dark apostle like this, who had been given great power by a high demon, should not have died so silently.

Suddenly, there was a slight tremor on the walls and floors of the cabin, and in my perception, the newly born demon hidden on the other side of the wall suddenly gained some vitality, and began to grow bigger and stronger, spreading the pollution of chaos more widely.

As I had guessed, Vash Tod's soul broke away from his shell and merged with the demon, continuing to breathe...... And maybe they will linger for a long, long time, because demons don't really die. In a sense, he did achieve immortality - but what was the point of such immortality?

The vibration of the floor was further exacerbated, and around us, two things rose up from the floor, two auto-defensive machine gun towers, each of which would be a great threat to even the Space Marines if they were allowed to fire.

But it will take some time to get into combat mode, and it's just too close to us. Before they could fire, Sylvia had pierced one of them with a single sword, slicing half of the tower with a sharp twist, and a pile of large, heavy explosive arrows fell from the stubble with lightning flashes. I wasn't as brute force as the woman from Fenris, and I didn't have a powerful weapon in my hand, but I was familiar with the structure and weaknesses of these machines, so I just picked up a bayonet and pointed it at the gap under the base of the machine gun tower and threw it, so that it simply jammed its rotation mechanism, making it rattle in vain but could no longer point its muzzle at us, and then I reached under the base with another bayonet, picked out the power cord and cut it, and completely paralyzed the thing.

Only these two? I looked around and saw that there was another one overhead, but it seemed to be in disrepair, and it was stuck in the top wall and couldn't be lowered. Perhaps the battleship was built without considering the critical position of being driven into the logic engine room, as the construction of these defenses seemed to be purely for business, and the ammunition stored in the machine gun tower that I killed was only a short chain of two fifty rounds, and it could not maintain even ten seconds of fire at full speed.

"Where is he?" Sylvia looked around with her sword in her hand. It was evident that she was not afraid of any frontal combat, but she was still a little frightened by the fact that the enemy was not knowing where he was.

I stood up against the paralyzed machine-gun tower beside me, pointed to one of the walls of the cabin, and before I could speak, Sylvia strode over and stabbed her sword. Even though the force field of the power weapon had a strong burning effect and the body fluids that led to the wound could quickly evaporate, some black pus and blood still flowed from the wound in the steel wall. Sylvia dragged her sword to widen the wound, but the wall suddenly swelled and cracked, and several filthy blood-dripping tentacles stretched out like poisonous snakes towards the captain's girl, and Sylvia hurriedly dodged back, but stuck her sword in the wall.

This is the last strength of Vash Tode, I don't have the will to continue fighting, I just feel ridiculous. In my heart, the Dark Apostle's previous sacrifice still shed a lot of blood, and in addition to sacrificing a large amount of power to his demon master, the remaining strength was enough for him to cultivate a strong demonic body—much stronger than the bloodleters and demon fears that were common in battle. But the bloodletter and the demon fears are both specialized combat demons, putting all their own strength into battle, and each has a unique attack ability, the bloodletter's burning magic sword is as powerful as a power sword, and the demonic missile of the demon is enough to corrode and melt even the armor of the chariot, and Vash Toud's current demon form is parasitic in the machine, and its main power is used to control those steel and circuits, and it has almost no attack ability - if he is parasitic in a chariot, it would be fine, But what threat can something like a logic engine pose to us? If he had more time and more blood sacrifices, he might have spread his filthy flesh to every corner of the battleship, transforming it into a giant iron demon, but who would give him time? Relying on the logic engine alone is far from being able to completely control the battleship, otherwise what would so many crew members do?

After retreating some distance, Sylvia realized that not only could the tentacles not stretch too long, but also that they were not as powerful. She pulled out her Hell pistol and tried to shoot it a few times, and the fiery laser beam quickly turned the unclean into ashes. Before more tentacles could reach out, Sylvia had retrieved her sword.

But even with a power sword that sharpens like clay, it can be troublesome to kill a demon parasitic in the machine. With conventional force, the entire logic engine might have to be blown up - and even then it wouldn't be completely solved, and the demon wouldn't just choose a host to live in.

"Use this." I pointed to the Nemesis greatsword that had been thrown to the ground. I still haven't recovered my body and psionic powers, and I can't pick up this heavy sacred weapon, but I believe that with the girl's body, it shouldn't be a problem—a tall and muscular person like Vash Toud hasn't been lifted easily by her.

Sylvia did not disappoint me indeed, and though she looked a little struggling and even unsteady on her feet, she picked up her almost life-tall greatsword and stabbed it into the wall like a spear. The sharp blade pierced through the wall, and even if the power field was not turned on, it was not injected with spiritual energy, and the sacred demon-breaking runes engraved on the sword body also shone one one when it came into contact with the demon's body, releasing a vast and surging holy power.

I felt the demon's body burn, quickly dissipating into the real world, accompanied by a sharp wail. Having had the experience of previous battles, this wail was not only not harsh, but also very pleasant.

Picking up his helmet and connecting the logic engine to the space wolf's battle network, the red markers indicating the enemy are not visible at all on the electronic map, and the battleship has completely fallen into the control of the Empire.

Finally after the fight, I let out a long breath, and when the pressure of the enemy was gone, the ** and mental exhaustion brought about by almost a full day of continuous fighting almost broke me. Look at Sylvia, her spirit is also a little sluggish, the psychic shock that Vash Tode sent out before still caused a lot of damage to her, and being able to burst out with all her body to complete the final battle has exhausted what little mind is left.

So even at this moment of final victory, we looked at each other, but we couldn't find anything to say. What I desperately need now is to immediately collapse and get some sleep.

But my intuition tells me that if I go to sleep now, I won't miss any important opportunities, and if I don't know how to sleep alone for the rest of my life......

After a moment of embarrassment, I finally took the initiative to break the silence. I handed the helmet out along with the logic engine, "Here's my battle log, and there are some shots in it, which probably need to be deleted." ”

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