In the midst of the dense woods and undulating mountains, a large number of Klute carnivores with wings on their backs rose in an instant, holding various weapons in their hands.

If you can't beat the jet motorcycles of the Ark Spirit Clan, can't you beat this group of Wing Dragoon of the Barbarian Spirit Clan?

But when Klute Shaper saw the cluster of jet bikes flying in the distance, he was completely desperate:

"Damn, the Eldars and humans have made an alliance!"

Klute Shaper turned his head and shouted:

"De Han, De ......"

Only then did he suddenly realize that the Dark Apostle had already ridden the Ox of Torture all the way to the temple alone.

"Get out of here, get out of here!"

De Han roared angrily, manipulating the Torture Steel Ox all the way to knock away the Krut and the Barbarian Spirit Clan, whether it was the Filial Lock Dragoon, the Krut Ape Beast or the Dinosaur Dragoon, in the face of this Torture Steel Ox was as fragile as a chicken, and they were knocked away, and the angry Dark Apostle completely discriminated between friend and foe, brandishing the huge scepter in his hand, smashing all the soldiers in front of him.

The winged dragoons and the Krut were still flying and fighting, and the motorized cavalry under Fu Qinghai's command rushed to the scene, and several rounds of heavy explosive shells were strafed, coupled with the swing of the power halberd, and all the flying troops of the Klut carnivores were scattered in a few back and forth.

The sight was empty, and Fu Qinghai soon saw that the Chaos Space Marine, who was riding on the back of a terrifying steel ox, rushed up the temple ramp against the flow of people on the battlefield.

The Chaos Space Marine, the circular spouts on the power pack were converted into two flaming torches, the dark red armor was carved with dense black prayers, and the white paper streamers filled with scriptures fluttered backwards in the wind. There is also a large golden spike ring installed on the back of the neck, and the invisible force field deflects and refracts the black star darts that attack around it one by one.

It's the Dark Apostle of the Bearer!

Fu Qinghai locked him in an instant.

He even has an Iron Aura!

Fu Qinghai didn't say a word, twisted the grip and stepped on the accelerator for a dive, and the sharp bow of the jet motorcycle killed a group of Klute carnivores in the way, brazenly breaking through the blood and severed limbs spilled in the sky, separating them to both sides.

Standing in the way of the temple was the Savage Spirit Clan Patriarch, a middle-aged Spirit Clan man riding on the back of a particularly large and hideous dinosaur, picking up a spirit bone spear to meet the Dark Apostle.

But he didn't think that the speaker didn't take him seriously at all, the front hooves of the Torture Steel Ox had just stepped on the last step of the ladder, and in the face of the bitten sawtooth fangs and bloody mouth, this Sadistic Demon turned its head and smashed the giant dinosaur to the side, the pure flesh and blood body was so fragile in front of the spikes and horns cast by the Sadism, the giant dinosaur's neck was raised, and the broken teeth and scales flew out one after another.

The Dark Apostle waved his scepter, and the power scepter containing chaos magic snapped the spirit bone spear, and then pulled out the plasma pistol and rewarded the Spirit Clan Patriarch with a shot, and the blue plasma pierced a hole in his chest, causing the Patriarch to fall to the ground.

Shalamander's jet bike had been destroyed by Fu Qinghai, and at this moment, sitting behind a winged dragoon using a star dart pistol to participate in the battle, she turned her head and saw the scene of the Dark Apostle riding a terrifying steel ox and easily killing the Spirit Clan patriarch......

"No—"

The Howling Banshee screamed, clenched her scimitar and jumped off the dragon's back, tapping her toes on the shoulders and heads of several Barbarian Spirit Cavalry, tossing and turning towards the temple gates.

Fu Qinghai set the automatic floating cruise mode of the Ganniu jet motorcycle, hung the power off knife on the side of the motorcycle, picked up the green tooth and the inertial hammer, and after checking the weapons and equipment of the whole body, he also jumped off the jet motorcycle and rushed to the gate of the temple.

Standing at the door of the temple, De Han frowned at the twisted and twisted Elven script engraved on the stone wall in front of him, completely unable to understand the meaning, the Dark Apostle tried to use weapons to slash and slash hammers, tried to drive the terror of the steel ox to collide, but they were all blocked by some mysterious unknown energy, and the stone gate remained untouched.

Seeing that the situation was urgent, the Dark Apostle held up the stone door with one hand, closed his eyes, and whispered:

"The calm night descended upon the pious lambs, and the scorching sun gave way to the cold stars...... The fiery gaze of the gods has turned elsewhere, but they are not asleep, and under the dome of the Most High Heaven they show me the way......"

The Whisperer's words were Lorga Aurelian's prayers, and as he chanted, a swirling black aura loomed on the notches and ink on his armor and notes, and Colchis's words transformed into red, green, blue, and purple glows.

"Look at the first star, which is the eye of the gods in the night, showing me the way...... The gods have scattered their messages in the highest heavens, and we are changing from day to night, from heat to cold, from movement to contemplation, and I will seek the oracles in the heavens and seek the truth......"

Extreme Soul Chaos

The Spirit Clan characters engraved on the stone wall are flickering, darkening, and disappearing in the erosion of the indiscriminate chaotic spiritual power...... It ended up being a mess of graffiti.

"Open!"

De Han thrust the stone wall hard.

"Boom—"

A pitch-black temple passage appeared in front of him.

The Dark Apostle drove the Ox of Torture to rush in.

"Aoyama!"

Saramander had just arrived, and shouted:

"He knows something for sure, and we have to stop him."

"Nonsense."

Fu Qinghai rushed into the passage.

The Howling Banshee followed suit.

……

The interior of the temple was pitch black and unlit.

Behind him is the faint cry of battlefield fighting, and in front of him is the accent of the terrified steel cow. Sarahmande's banshee mask, which had been damaged in the previous battle, was now running quickly along the passage with a power scimitar in one hand and a star dart pistol in the other.

The passage is wide enough to accommodate the hoofs of the terrorist. Saramande was very anxious, and kept speeding up under his feet, but he was surprised to find that Fu Qinghai in front of him was wearing a thick power armor, with a chainsaw sword and a power knife hanging on the left and right sides of his belt, and an obelisk hammer on his back, and his speed was not slow at all...... Even faster than yourself!

Faintly want to open up the gap with yourself.

The interior of the temple twists and turns, and the passage zigzags all the way down. Saramander and Fu Qinghai saw many traps along the way, but they had all been destroyed and destroyed, leaving only a piece of debris and broken walls. It seems that there is a terrible steel ox in front of the road, but it is not completely without benefits, at least the road is unobstructed.

There's a faint exit ahead.

There was also a hint of darkness revealed.

Shalamander and Fu Qinghai glanced at each other, and there was some reason for no reason, the tacit understanding that had fought side by side seemed to have returned to the two of them.

"Be careful."

"The same goes for you."

He hadn't seen him for many years, and Fu Qinghai didn't know if Saramander had sharpened his skills in the Howling Banshee's tribal path, but he was no longer the hairy boy who had just become a Space Soldier for less than a year.

He is the warband leader of the Iron Float.

The two had just rushed out of the passage.

"Moo-"

Sure enough, a low and rumbling roar came from the side, and Fu Qinghai, who had been mentally prepared, didn't look at it, turned around and pulled out the Blue Fang chainsaw sword and slashed it over.

"Boom! Peng! ”

Fu Qinghai was knocked headlong into the air, and the power backplate slammed into the spirit bone wall, pressing out a cracked dent, and then he landed steadily, looking fine.

Saramander turned her head to look at the Sadistic Steel Bull, and to her astonishment, the Sadistic Demon who was completely immune to the Star Dart Pistol had a deep, narrow gap in his face.

Shalamander was still very strange before, why Fu Qinghai had a power weapon and still wore a chainsaw weapon, but he didn't expect that this chainsaw sword could easily hurt this demon.

"Wow, the four gods are above, see what this is?"

The Ox of Torture shaved its feet on the spot, as if it was regaining momentum, when a voice sounded, and the two turned their heads to look, and the Dark Apostle came out of the shadows, and his mouth was amazed:

"A Space Marine, an Aydarin, actually fighting side by side, if the dying corpse emperor sees this scene in front of him, it is estimated that he can be brought back to life by you, haha!"

The Bearer sneered.

After speaking, he looked at Fu Qinghai's black gold power battle armor and shoulder battle group crest, feeling a little unfamiliar, and thought in his heart for a while and didn't find the name, so he opened his mouth and mocked:

"It turned out to be a newly established war group, I said, no wonder they ran over to death in such a hurry, hehe, just a nameless person, I don't even bother to kill you."

The Iron Float Slaughter Regiment has been discriminated against!

Haven't even heard of Aoyama Khan's name?

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes slightly, and thought: The Navigator Ambassador looks down on the Iron Float Slaughter Clan, and you don't know the Iron Float Slaughter Clan...... That's right, no fame is no fame, I came to Kelnak III to meddle in things, isn't it just to establish a reputation for the warband? Just to cut you down!

Saramander glared at him:

"Filthy Chaos Believers, get out of the Spirit Temple! Your soul, your breath, your very being itself, are defiling this extraordinary divine creation all the time! ”

Fu Qinghai was not angry at all, he said calmly:

"The speaker's understanding of the common good of humanity is still so superficial. No wonder the perfect city was blown up, and I'm curious if the expression on your face when you knelt down at the Ultramarines was as unruly as it is now? ”

"You, you...... Uhh ”

The dark apostle was immediately furious, pointing the scepter in his hand at the other party, so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Roar—"

The Fear of Torture Bull is coming again.

Fu Qinghai saw the gap on the face of the Horror Steel Bull, which was slowly healing under the action of some unknown force, and his heart moved, he withdrew the chainsaw sword and pulled out the inertial hammer.

Saramander was even more confused, she didn't know what the real Edelman alloy was, and according to the usual thinking of the Eldars, she was guessing that the chainsaw weapon might have some kind of psionic enchantment, so it could easily hurt the Torture Steel Ox - but she didn't feel any psionic and aetheric breath.

And now Fu Qinghai has changed the hammer again.

"I'm going to solve that chaos ......"

Before Saramande finished speaking, he saw Qingshan take a step forward towards the Torture Steel Ox, twisting his waist with the hammer in both hands, the square iron-gray hammer head, looking very unpretentious, there was no arc flickering of the splitting force field, there was no flame light of psionic explosion, the Torture Steel Bull did not dodge or dodge, and the Space Marines hammered hard......

"Winter~~~"

There was a loud and heart-shattering sound.

The entire Spirit Temple seemed to tremble.

The spirit bone floor was upturned, and the dust above his head was sprinkled, wrapped in the huge kinetic energy brought by the advance sprint and body weight, and he was afraid of abusing the steel ox, and he was actually smashed by Fu Qinghai with a hammer......

Turned around in place.

The blood god cow was stunned.

Tilting his head and standing there at a loss.

Fu Qinghai didn't stop, continued to step forward, took one foot as the axis, turned the hammer twice again, and then smashed the hammer on the broad face of the terrorist steel cow.

"Winter~~~"

The Ox of Torture was overturned, and its hooves flew out towards the sky, and on the other side, the Howling Banshee and the Dark Apostle had already fought together, and Saramande, who had no Banshee Mask, had lost her most lethal weapon, and was retreating in the face of the Dark Apostle's short and powerful power scepter, when suddenly a behemoth flew towards this side.

The keen Sarahmand was the first to sense the attack of the giant, and immediately dodged with a backflip, and De Han, who was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, suddenly felt a shadow shrouded in it, and looked up to see that his own terror steel cow, the largest and strongest fear of abuse steel cow, actually took off in the air and flew towards him!

"Peng!"

The Dark Apostle smashed on the Dark Apostle, a bull pressed a person, and rolled backwards together, the armor on the Dark Apostle's chest and back was shattered, and he couldn't help but groan in pain, and was about to push away the Sadistic Steel Ox and get up, the howling banshee held the scimitar, and the Space Marines carried the hammer, and they had already killed together.

The Ox shook his head and stood up, and De Han hurriedly took two steps back with his feet, raised his scepter and pointed it at the two men, and recited aloud the incantation in the Corchian dialect.

The spicy aura of the ether emerged in this underground space, and the surrounding area began to flicker with a mosaic of mold lakes, and the dark and obscure psionic fire was boiling, directly passing over the power armor and vibranium lining, and clinging to his skin, beginning to bite, burn, and gnaw at Fu Qinghai's body and soul.

"Ahhh

Fu Qinghai couldn't help but scream in pain.

On the contrary, the spirit bone armor on Saramande's body was very light and close-fitting, but it blocked the scorching of the psionic flames.

Shalamander ran forward past Fu Qinghai, raising a volley of star dart pistols to interrupt the dark apostle's spell casting, but was overwhelmed by the terrifying steel bull that rushed from the side. Seeing this, De Han quickly got up and ran backwards.

Fu Qinghai staggered forward two steps, fell to the ground on one knee with a "poof", he felt that his nostrils, eyes and ears were bleeding hot pus and blood, blocking the helmet's goggles and breathing valves, he raised his hand to take off the helmet filled with turbid liquid, his eyes were dull and gasped, the skin on his face had begun to fester, revealing red muscles and white bones, as if someone had peeled off his face alive.

"Hmmm......"

Fu Qinghai slowly raised his head.

There was a strange flush in his eyes.

The abusive steel cow who was about to rush towards Fu Qinghai was glared at by these red eyes, and he stopped with a brake, and stood in place with his nose constantly spraying rough air.

At this time, inexplicable anger and tyranny filled Fu Qinghai's heart, he didn't realize that a certain genetic talent called "Battle Will Fantasy" had been quietly activated, at this moment his mind was blank, his eyes were red, his teeth were clenched, his left hand clenched his fist, his right hand pinched the handle of the hammer, step by step, slowly approached the abusive steel bull, the brass giant beast faced such a terrifying momentum, and actually began to move back step by step......

"Ahh

Fu Qinghai roared angrily, raised the inertia hammer with both hands, and smashed it on the head of the terrorist steel cow with a "BANG", directly hammering it into the spirit bone floor.

"Aoyama...... Green ......"

A weak voice rang out on the side.

When Fu Qinghai heard this call, he suddenly blinked his eyes, shook his head vigorously, the red color in the child's hole slowly faded, and he turned his head to look at the side, where Sarahmand was struggling to stand up from the wall.

Fu Qinghai lowered his head and looked at the terrible steel cow in front of him, his eyes were slightly dazed, and he had no memory of what had just happened.

He hurriedly ran over to help Saramander up, howling the banshee coughed up a mouthful of blood, leaned over and picked up his power scimitar, raised the tip of the knife and pointed forward:

"Aoyama, ...... quickly Stop him! ”

Fu Qinghai raised his head and saw that in this deep and dim underground space, the only source of light was the spirit bone altar in the distance, and the entire altar was composed of clusters of crystals, exuding a soft surging light.

At this moment, the Dark Apostle was trying to climb up the altar, spiky crystal clumps pricked blood from the cracks in his cracked armor, flowing down the crystal, and in the highest middle of the altar, a delicate long sword was inserted.

The two hurried to the altar.

Fu Qinghai rotated the inertia hammer while running, and after rotating it once, he directly got out of his hand, and the hammer flew through the air towards the Dark Apostle, smashing him down the altar with a "snap", and by the way, he exploded a bunch of crystal shards.

While running, Saramander looked at the line of engraved inscriptions on the altar, and whispered a few words of the Spirit Clan language that Fu Qinghai could not understand.

"Sword of Sorrow, Cavill!"

"That's an old woman's sword!"

What sword? Before Fu Qinghai could hear clearly, Saramande had already jumped up despite her injuries and jumped to the high altar. At the same time, the Dark Apostle mustered up his strength and raised his scepter and swept towards the crystals, and a cluster of sharp crystals shot straight at the Howling Banshee, causing Sarahmand to fall to the ground with a scream.

Fu Qinghai finally recalled some simple settings of the old woman's sword at this time, and he also saw that the old woman's sword was the core key to the competition between the two sides, and whoever could get the long sword could turn the situation around and kill the Quartet.

The three of them were all scarred, but Fu Qinghai's self-healing ability was stronger, and he didn't need Saramande's signal, seeing that the Dark Apostle was struggling to climb towards the old woman's sword, Fu Qinghai jumped onto the crystal altar in a few leaps, and was about to pull out the long sword before the Dark Apostle, when suddenly there was a Force warning in his heart!

Fu Qinghai withdrew his hand in a daze.

"Gaha......"

De Hansa smiled and stretched out his hand, grabbed the hilt of the old woman's sword, and pulled it out of the altar with all his might!

"No ......"

The eyes of the howling banshee lying on the ground widened.

The Dark Apostle raised the sword of the old woman in his hand.

The next second, "Boom-"

The blazing psionic flames exploded on the body of the sword, and then immediately spread all the way down the body of the sword to the entire body of the Dark Apostle, enveloping him in flames.

"Ahh

！ ”

The bearer let out a heart-rending scream.

The Dark Apostle frantically shook his hand desperately, trying to throw away the long sword in his hand, but the old woman's sword seemed to stick to his palm, and he couldn't break free, and finally this Chaos Star Soldier could only raise the power scepter and slash at his right arm, and the broken arm of his hand and the old woman's sword that he was holding fell to the ground together, and the psionic flame on the Bearer's body finally gradually extinguished.

"Poof."

The Dark Apostle fell backwards to the ground.

Fu Qinghai walked over to take a look, the dark apostle's eyes were dull, his armor was blackened, the skin on his face was curly, and the layers of bubbles were swollen, as if he was irritated by Fu Qinghai's pitiful gaze, he mustered up the last trace of strength and turned his head to look.

"What's your name?"

He stared at Fu Qinghai's face in a daze, as if he had found something magical, and suddenly asked.

"Aoyama, Aoyama Khan."

Fu Qinghai touched his face and replied.

The peeling and festering of his skin has slowly begun to improve under the repair of the desperate virus, Fu Qinghai doesn't know why the Whisperer showed this expression, is it because he has never seen a Space Soldier who heals himself so quickly?

"Aoyama, Aoyama, good name ......"

The Dark Apostle muttered to himself, and suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his badly burned face:

"Aoyama, do you think you've won?"

Fu Qinghai's brows furrowed.

What does this mean?

"Hehehe, hahaha......"

The Dark Apostle let out a giggling laugh, and as he laughed, he overdrew his few life forces, but he didn't seem to feel sadness, remorse, or pain, but stared straight at Fu Qinghai in front of him, and the staccato voice squeezed out of his throat:

"You know what, I see it, I see it in you...... Sadomasochism likes you, hahaha, Sadomasochism likes you, sooner or later, you will become like us, sooner or later, you will throw yourself into the arms of chaos and join us. Hahahaha, because she likes you, you're going to be the one you ever hated and hated the most......"

"You think you've won, Aoyama?"

The Dark Apostle's ugly, twisted face smiled.

"Welcome to Chaos, my brother."

Leaving a meaningful sentence, the bearer tilted his head and completely lost his vital signs.

Fu Qinghai stood in place, his mind churning.

He didn't speak for a long time.

"Kacha ......"

Suddenly, he heard a slight noise.

Fu Qinghai turned his head to see that Salamand Uslan, with one hand on his arm, was limping towards the old woman's sword held in the broken arm.

"No, Sarah!"

Fu Qinghai hurriedly shouted.

The howling banshee raised her head, glanced at the man, shook her head slightly, and said weakly:

"No, Aoyama. I feel like I can ......"

After saying that, Saramander leaned over and picked up the long sword.

Fu Qinghai's heart mentioned his throat and eyes.

Saramander broke open the scorched black severed palm, and as soon as she grasped the hilt of the old woman's sword, the delicate and gorgeous Spirit Clan Chief's sword, it lay quietly in the palm of her hand, without any change.

"Hoo ......"

Fu Qinghai breathed a sigh of relief.

Sarahmand looked up and smiled at him.

…………