The bullet marks looked like they were just burnt holes in his robes, and there was no explosion-like effect of the sudden expansion of flesh and blood, and even his face was only a few strands of scorched hair, and only a few dark spots remained on his skin.

Almost as strong as terracotta armor......

If this is also the effect of flesh and blood mutation, then this mutation is too strict, and his ** may have completely departed from the realm of mortals and completely transformed into a demon form. Now, I have some faith that he can strangle a Space Marine with his bare hands.

But there was no way back. I discarded my pistol, drew my dagger and charged at him head-on, the blade straight to my throat!

But before my blade could reach my target, my own throat tightened, and a tremendous force grabbed my neck, lifting me into the air. At this point, no matter how much I tried to stretch my arm, the tip of the knife was still so far away from the other party.

Then I saw my situation, and he lifted me up with the strength of one arm.

The force of the tight hoop suffocated me, and the choking of the blood vessels in my neck made my eyes black, and in this state of insufficient blood supply to the brain, sudden death may only be a matter between breaths. Even if I have a will to survive far beyond ordinary people to maintain a glimmer of life, but the will must be built on ** after all.

His claw-like hands were incredibly powerful, and his arms were so long that I couldn't reach his face and neck, even with a short knife. I tried my best to kick him under the ribs with both feet, and the force of the shock hurt into the bone marrow, as if it were kicking on a rock.

"Why are you so stubborn when you die? Do you think the so-called emperor will give you power? His cloudy eyes stared at me, and there was a dark red flame flowing from his eyes, which was the condensation of pure chaotic energy, "The empire you fought for is collapsing, the thing you are worshipping is just a dry corpse that has rotted for ten thousand years, your glory is only nothing, only chaos is the truth of this universe!" We are all people who can peek into the power of chaos, why don't you dare to face this reality?! ”

There are still people shedding blood for it, the empire will never fall! The tightness of my throat kept me from speaking, but I knew he could read my mind directly. My dagger trembled in front of him and distracted his mind-destroying gaze as my other hand pulled out the three-edged spear from his boot and stabbed it violently into his upper arm.

It's as tough as a furry, icy mammoth, and while its strength can't match that of a mammoth, it's almost as strong as a Chaos Space Marine. I'm really stupid to have a head-to-head duel with this kind of opponent and only such a rudimentary weapon in my hand, could it be that the battle that has been difficult but smooth along the way has made me arrogant?

If my power sword is still there...... No, even a chainsaw......

If there's any psionic energy left, it's better to just open my armor vault......

The stab in his arm not only didn't make him let go, but it tightened the confinement on my neck even more, and the steely, thin fingers dug deep into my neck, almost crushing my neck bones.

"You think the Empire can give you the honor you need? Wake up, fools, we are psionics, blessed with the blessings of Chaos, and cursed in the eyes of those lowly mortals! You will live in the cold eye for the rest of your life! You'll never get a status commensurate with your abilities! You won't get anything in return for what you give! There is no place for you to the right of that carrion! What are you fighting for?! ”

His words struck me like a thunderbolt in my mind, and with the blackness of my brain caused by the lack of blood, I felt as if I was really going to collapse...... No, it's been all this time, jumping from one ship to another, it's clear that this is the last battle, how could I fall like this?

My body has completely lost its power, and the psionic energy ...... Hey, it seems like you can cast a lowest-level spell?

Of course, it's just a low-level spell, such as moving a small object or something, limited to domain specialization, at this time I can't even cast a cluster of flames or a spark of electricity, in the face of such a strong degenerate, what effect can this little power play?

Maybe I could pull the grenade away from my waist, but I wasn't sure I could blow him up, but of course, I could be completely free, and maybe I could take Sylvia with me to save him from even more pain...... No, how can you give up so easily?

What other weapon do I need, a more powerful weapon...... My consciousness touched the Nemesis greatsword thrown on the ground, and I tried it, but I couldn't move it at all.

Maybe a little more rest will give you enough strength...... That sword was just over a hundred kilograms, and it barely weighed for me, who could usually lift hundreds of tons...... But now......

Is there any other weapon that mortals can use? **Groping this chamber with your mind......

There's my laser pistol on the ground, there's his revolver, all completely powerless scum......

On his body, a tattered robe, several pendants full of dark power, completely untouchable......

Sylvia - as if she should say sorry - had a hell pistol and a power sword, as if she had been subdued before she could do so. The Hell Pistol is not much more powerful than the Laser Pistol, and the Power Sword ...... This master-level power sword should be fingerprinted or even genetically locked...... I can't care so much......

I mustered the last of my strength to pull out the sword, manipulating it into my hand, then swinging it down with both hands and slashing hard into his arm.

Elbow snapped!

It's really a sharp sword, even if the power field is not activated, it still has the power to cut through steel under my full force. I think back to when I first met Sylvia not long ago, my mind was taken away by this sword, and I coveted it, and now although I have a sacred weapon like Nemesis, which is more precious than a master-level weapon, it is not a thing that all mortals are qualified to be comrades-in-arms, and I will lose it one day. And this sword may be the most collectible trophy of my battle......

…… It would be nice to have it with its owner...... It looks like an unattainable dream to be able to possess that Nemesis forever......

I was lifted up in the air, my toes perhaps less than an inch from the ground, but the descent was long enough to give birth to fantasies bordering on blasphemy and depravity. When my feet hit the ground, my mind had not yet recovered from the lack of oxygen, my vision was still dark, I couldn't maintain my balance at all, and my legs fell to the ground. But I still had the instincts of a warrior, estimated where the opponent's knees were, and swung my sword at it.

I was a little conservative just now, and I should have cut my neck directly......

But before I could swing the sword, a hard leather boot slammed into my wrist and sent the sword flying. All I could do was put my arms around my head and take the next kick he threw at my head.

The strength is not at all as strong as what came out just now, although it is painful to the bone, it is still at the level that mortals can have! I suddenly became a lot calmer, and I felt like I jumped forward and grabbed that leg and twisted violently, knocking him to the ground.

Wrestling, a skill that is almost useless in battles with aliens and infidels, is just a game for soldiers to vent their energy when they are bored, and I have long since lost my interest in this vulgar sport after having a military rank, but now I am extremely glad that I have spent time with ordinary soldiers.

I salvaged the situation, took the initiative, pinned him down and slashed him with my fist, but the fist was not lethal, and I immediately grabbed his long whiskers and slammed them into the steel floor, hoping to knock him unconscious.

But he was stronger than mortals, and after the initial surprise, he quickly calmed down and began to fight back. He was a bit more powerful than me, and even with only one arm, he managed to pull me off and grab my hair in turn. It's a pity, at least in Kadian, the standard hairstyle for the Imperial Guard is hairy, flat, pot-lid, or even bald, and long hair is not allowed, even if his hands are strong, and it would be a lot of work to pinch my short hair.

It seems absurd that he and I both have the power of sorcery at our disposal, and a sizable selection of weapons forged from mechanical sorcery, but we are now scuffling together with our bare hands, fighting in the most primitive beastly ways.

By the time he came back to his senses and began to use his fists against me, my vision was clear enough to parry his attacks, and I was able to see some of the details of him.

Judging from the tattered holes in his robes, there were some signs of flesh mutation on his skin, but that was only the slightest sign that I would have thought it was a skin disease if I hadn't known his identity. His ** strength is not at all as strong as that of the Space Marine, and his strength should only come from his taller and thicker body than me. When I punched him in the ribs and stomach, I could clearly feel the force seeping into his bones and guts, and the pain on his face was not as pretended. The hand he had left was a completely human limb, unlike the one I had cut off. So, just now, he was still a steel body that couldn't even leave a trace of a laser, why did he now become this picture that was not much better than that of mortals?

The reason must be on the severed hand. But I didn't think much about it, killing him was my only task right now.

I am not a wolf, I don't have the strength to tear apart the enemy with their bare hands. I still need some sharp weapons.

The short knives that fell before, the power sword that I just lost, didn't have a chance to get them in this kind of scuffle, and I can't even cast the simplest spell now. But there was also a bayonet in front of me, a three-edged spur of a peculiar style, rarely equipped in the Wehrmacht, which was stuck in the upper arm of his lost forearm.

It's not a lethal position, I should have stuck it in my throat.

But before I could grab it, he pulled it out and stabbed me in the face. With the strength of my arms, I can't resist his one-armed......

Even if I couldn't resist it, I could have delayed it for a while and pulled it aside, and at the same time, I slammed my waist and abdomen, bounced up and hit him in the face with my forehead. My forehead was the hardest part of my body, and the force of the blow was far greater than my fist. The clear sound of bones shattering came from above my head, a few bloody teeth fell from front of me, and looking at his twisted jaw, I knew I had shattered his mandible.

I think we can end the fight, right? There are nerves around the jaw that go straight to the brain, and an ordinary person is likely to pass out if he is punched at the base of the jaw, no matter how much he wills......

Suddenly, a terrible scream sounded in front of me, mixed with a huge psychic impact force that pierced my brain, Rao was biting my lip violently to stimulate myself with the pain of **, still inevitably dizzy for a moment, and my whole body became weak.

I felt a pang of despair in the darkness, and in that short moment it was enough for the bayonet to pierce me in every vital place......

But he departed from me. When there was a loud bang, the bayonet was dropped at my side.

When I was clear, he was standing not far away, and the hand I had cut off earlier was hooking his robe and climbing up his body, and then butt it with his upper arm. The bloody flesh on both sides of the stubble was connected to each other, and in a matter of moments it had grown back again. Vash Toude now has a new look, regaining the momentum that he had previously mastered.

What kind of witchcraft is this? …… No, maybe it's not just witchcraft, that hand is the source of his power, and if he loses that hand, he loses most of his strength and becomes not much stronger than ordinary people. And that claw-like hand looks like ...... Parts from a demon?

I'd learned about flesh mutation at the Psionic Academy, and the shape of that hand was clearly beyond the scope of mutation - and I wasn't unfamiliar with demonic remains, and I had the head of a high-ranking demon not long ago.

Behind him, the crew members around Sylvia had fallen to the ground, their eyes, mouth and nose dripping blood, and it was obvious that the mental shock had spread to the entire cabin. Fortunately, although the corners of Sylvia's mouth were bleeding, she was still able to stand.

What made me even happier was that she had opened her eyes, but then I felt bad, the enemy had not yet been resolved, and she woke up to make a complete mess, and in this case I was a little inadequate to protect myself, let alone protect her.

As soon as Sylvia woke up, she assumed a fighting stance, reached for her waist and drew her sword, and only after feeling the air did she remember to observe the environment. Her gaze quickly swept through the cabin, over me, and finally on Vash Tod, and then rushed towards him without hesitation.

I immediately realized that I needed to do something to get the attention of my enemy, and before I could react, Vash Tod noticed something strange behind him, but before he could turn around, Sylvia approached, grabbed him by the shoulders with one hand, and pulled his belt in the air with the other, lifting him high and slamming him down to her knees.

The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out from his waist, and a terrible wail came out of his throat again, but this time there was no more psychic shock.

As if to think his wail was too ugly, Sylvia grabbed his head and twisted it violently, twisting it in a half-circle arc, and the wail stopped abruptly as it sounded again around his neck.

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It's finally coming to an end, even. The plot of the one-day campaign dragged on for more than a year and a half, which is not easy, and I admire myself when I think about it.

On the occasion of the Labor Festival, a lieutenant colonel's psychic person is also going to enter a new journey.

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