Why did the crystal statue of St. Giles suddenly appear in front of him? Standing impartially at the door of this shack next to the cannon mount. Fu Qinghai knew very well in his heart: it was coming for himself, there was no doubt about it.

So what is its purpose?

Fu Qinghai looked up at the statue in front of him and fell into a tangle. This is not the corpse of St. Giles, legend has it that this is the death echo and crystallized soul of St. Giles - in a psionic world, this is much more than a corpse.

But what can this crystallized soul do?

Nobody knows.

A treasure that does not know the purpose of the treasure, according to the usual style of Aoyama Khan, should be in the bag. But the statue was so big that it was nearly five meters tall with the wings on its back, and it was impossible to fit into a white suitcase.

As for the weight...... Fu Qinghai stepped forward and hugged the statue with both hands, and with a simple lift of his waist and abdomen, he picked up the huge crystal statue five meters high, and flipped the whole statue with his arms and carried it on his shoulders - the statue was actually very heavy, but for the humanoid crane Qingshan Khan, the weight was not a problem, the key was that the volume was too large.

Fu Qinghai put down the crystal statue.

You can't just break it up and take it away, right?

Thinking in his heart, his palm subconsciously placed on the statue, and the Saron Evil Iron Claw Blade had just touched the crystal clear surface of the statue, and the iron claw suddenly emitted a puff of white smoke, and the eight demons in the ghost armor let out a heart-rending scream together:

"Take it away, Aoyama, take away the paws!"

Fu Qinghai immediately withdrew his palm.

The white smoke slowly dissipated, and Fu Qinghai looked at the position he had just touched, the statue was smooth and round and transparent, like a surface that had been polished several times, with five more shallow marks. The demon in the armor was still whispering with palpitations:

"It hurts me, Qingshan, it hurts."

In that case, there is no way to do it.

Fu Qinghai ignored the demons' thoughts, took one last look at the crystal statue, retracted his gaze and resolutely turned around and walked towards the battleship passage. He didn't have time to waste on this mysterious statue, he had more important things to do.

The deck under his feet still trembled from time to time, indicating that the space naval battle was not over. The fortress-like cannon mount was littered with the mangled corpses of the beastmen, and the overhead lights flickered on and off, indicating that the ship's energy transmission was not stable.

As soon as Fu Qinghai walked into the passage, a black shadow like a hill stopped in front of him, blocking the entire entrance. Fu Qinghai smelled a foul smell, a stench of the same origin as the Father of the Plague, Kugas, and he slowly raised his head.

This is a deathguard Chaos wizard who wears a set of Iron Rider-type Terminator power armor. Already burly, the growth fat squeezed out of the gaps in the armor also wrapped his power armor in turn, turning him into a mountain of fat and fat. His face was covered with warts and cysts, and his whole head was like a potholed, moldy potato, and pus-yellow saliva was still flowing between his teeth when he spoke.

"Where's your master, dog?"

A rude grunt came from overhead.

The Chaos Wizard looked down at Fu Qinghai.

He stomped on the remains of a black legion of Chaos Space Marines, stepping his helmet and head into the deck, shattered brains mixed with blood splattering everywhere.

"Tell me, where is Abaddon?"

The Chaos Wizard spittled and threatened.

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this:

"I also want to know where he is."

As soon as the words fell, the two quickly collided with each other, almost facing each other, the giant axes and claw locks together as they battled each other, and many space marines behind the Chaos Wizard opened fire in unison. Several explosive bombs hit the side of Fu Qinghai's knee one after another, bursting into shiny and dazzling sparks. Although he couldn't penetrate the Uru metal shell, the kinetic energy and impact he was carrying made him a little unsteady on his feet, so he threw the giant axe outward.

"Qiang—"

The claw blade slashes across the axe.

The special attribute of the Saron Evil Iron is to absorb the soul, which can cause damage to the spirit body that directly hits the source, but in terms of hardness, the Saron Evil Iron is not particularly prominent, not as good as Uru metal, not as good as Edman alloy, and even inferior to Adamantite.

"You want to find my prey, too."

The Death Guard Chaos Wizard smiled.

Fu Qinghai had already roughly guessed who he was.

Tagus Daravik, Lord of the Parasites.

"That's right, so don't get in my way."

Fu Qinghai said coldly. Behind him, the dark gold and blue metal bat wings "clattered" inward, helping him block the dense explosive bombs fired around him, and the barrage hit the blue energy wing membrane and the steel skeleton with a "clanging" explosion.

Fu Qinghai's wings spread and swooped forward.

"Ho-ho, that's funny."

There is a morbid pleasure in Daravik's whispers:

"Someone has taken a fancy to my exclusive prey. You have some strength, warrior. How about joining my command and making you the Clan Champion of the Parasitic Legion? ”

Daravik actually had the heart to solicit.

The former champion of the Parasitic Legion, the Iron Warrior Chaos Lord Ulrech Ansentin, has been slain by Daravik's own hands - the Black Legion and the Parasitic Legion each send their champions to a duel, and the champion of the Black Legion, Cayan, defeats the champion of the Parasitic Legion, Ulreich, and sends a contender to the latter, and Ulreich has just shown a hint of intent when Dalavic chops off his head with an axe.

And this is just a microcosm of the many feuds and feuds between the Black Legion and the Parasitic Legion.

However, Aoyama Khan ignored this proposal at all, and even ignored it completely, his claws opened the giant axe that Daravik swung down, and the huge power that came from the handle of the axe shocked the Lord of the Sending Army a little - but that's all, compared to strength, the more powerful trait of the Death Guard is tenacity and recovery, Daravik roared angrily, and did not dodge or dodge to meet the black-armored warrior who pounced on him.

"Bang!"

The herpes burst open, and pus splattered.

Fu Qinghai's claws scratched all the fat and warts that Daravik had spilled out of his armor, and Daravik's body was like countless flesh shaking off, and the corners of his cheeks and mouth were peeling off under the claws, but he didn't seem to feel pain, but showed a relaxed look that didn't care at all - but soon his relaxed expression froze on his face.

As a Chaos wizard, Daravik clearly felt that every time the pair of dark blue iron claws scratched, they not only chopped the fat on their bodies, but also sucked their own souls! It made his mind muddy and groggy. The Lord of the Parasitic Army has not even had time to cast the magic of Nag, and gradually loses the ability to cast spells due to the lack of soul little by little.

Saron's Iron Claws grinded and screamed in the air filled with the smell of propellant smoke and abscess, and the hook snapped through piece after piece of armor. Daravik raised his axe weakly to try to parry, but the iron claw directly split the handle of Daravik's axe, and the slashing momentum continued, continuing to split Daravik's palm, cutting it in half, and then splitting the wrist covering the heavy armor, and slicing off his forearm from the wrist. Finally slashed deep into the neck guard of the King of Hosts, sinking into his chest with the sound of metal cracking.

Daravik is like a pile of towering mountains of meat, Fu Qinghai's bat wings behind him fanned, and the whole person stood in front of Daravik's chest, clasped his head with both hands and pulled it back hard, with a tooth-aching tearing sound, the entire head of the Lord of the Parasite Army was pulled out of the body together with the articular spine connected to the head. Roshan fell backwards with a bang, Fu Qinghai was still standing on top of the corpse, one hand holding high the ugly head held in the claws, and a wobbling white spine hanging from the bottom of the head.

The Lord of the Parasitic Army is dead.

The Parasitic Legion's jumping gang collapsed in an instant.

Disorganized, he turned around and ran backwards.

Looking at this undisciplined, unorganized, and honorless appearance, it's hard to imagine that these guys were once space marines, and they were also the most well-equipped, hard-trained, and tactically sophisticated unit in the entire human empire. It's completely a bandit style.

……

Vengeful Spirit Lower Deck inside a passageway.

Cayan suddenly stood still, silent.

Surrounded by the Chaos Space Marines he killed.

"What's wrong with you, Cayan?"

The Spirit Scourge next to him gasped and asked.

She turned her head from the side of an upside-down corpse.

Nephitari is a dark spirit, and a noble true son of the Comoros, she has a beautiful appearance that is also unusually beautiful in the eyes of humans, and the scarlet wings transformed by the Blood Servants. With a satisfied smile on her face and a drop of blood on her white cheeks—the pain of the Dark Eldars, who had been slowly sucking their souls by the Prince of Pleasure, had finally diminished a little by the torture and torture of the parasitic legion of the Chaos Space Marines.

"I see him again, I see him again."

Kayan repeated to himself with a blank look:

"He's coming after him, he's on our boat."

Nephitari knew that whenever Cayan fell into this sluggish state, it meant that he was using psionic tentacles to reach into the minds of others. I don't know what he saw at this moment, which made this powerful Thousand Sons wizard so frightened.

"Are you afraid, master?"

A big cat the size of a rhinoceros approached with a tattered corpse in its mouth. Putting down the Chaos Space Marine, pierced by its fangs, the demon-possessed lynx tilted its head to look at Cayan in confusion. In its mind, Cayan rarely expressed such emotions, and even when facing Abaddon, Cayan did not show any fear.

"You are indeed afraid, master."

Demon Lynx Nagua said as if confirmed.

"Of course, of course...... I was scared. ”

Cayan still stood still, looking ahead:

"Of course I should feel scared because I don't want to die. If it were you, Nagua, you wouldn't be able to survive a round under his hands, and then your subspace essence would be shredded by those claws...... Damn, Daravik is dead! ”

Cayan suddenly jumped up and shouted.

"Daravik is dead?"

Nifertari stroked her hair suspiciously and spoke:

"Isn't that what you want? Or do you think that the honor of ending the Lord of the Sending Army with your own hands must fall on your head? Then you're a little overjoyed, Kayan. ”

"No, no, no......"

Cayan shook his head and stepped back.

The tone was full of panic and remorse:

"He was the one who killed Daravik. He chased after him, and he did...... I should have expected that a mere teleportation would be able to get out of this nightmare. That thing can also jump gangs, he's exactly like a real Space Marine! ”

"Kayan, calm down!"

Nefita had to be reminded.

"Ahh

Cayan snapped back to his senses - the Chaos Space Marines he possessed had been sliced by a single claw, and his psionic vision felt like it had been sliced into several pieces by those eerie iron claws. Kayan looked around and found that his Spirit Scourge and Demon Lynx were all quietly watching him, Cayan knew that he was a little out of shape, but he couldn't care about it anymore.

He looked down and pulled out a stack of cards.

Hurriedly rummaging around.

This is the psionic card that Cayan uses to seal demons—and he is the only one of all the Thousand Sons wizards who has mastered this unique skill. Each card has a demon sealed inside, and Cayan can quickly summon the demon to his own use at a critical moment. Cayan flipped out a card called "Ragged Knight" and stared at it for a long time, it was his most powerful card, but when he thought that guy had killed two Chaos Demons......

How could a ragged knight be his opponent?

Cayan put down the pile of cards in his hand again

At this moment, the Thousand Sons Wizard was in turmoil.

He wanted to convince Ezekel to give up the Vengeful Spirit and leave, but even if Ezekel agreed, how could he convince the other Space Marines of the Black Army to give up the legendary battleship of Vengeful Spirit? Who would believe that such a horrible thing really existed unless they saw it with their own eyes? Cayan knew the officers of the Black Legion, they were going to see it with their own eyes, and then they would be slaughtered.

Kayan took off his helmet and kneaded his eyebrows.

Force yourself to think seriously and calmly.

That nightmare is on this ship right now, how can you stop him? Who can stop him? Unless he abandoned ship, Cayan couldn't think of a better way. But let him give up the Spirit of Vengeance, let alone the other Legionnaires, he himself could not make up his mind - the Spirit of Vengeance was still his sister! Once "Itzara", now "Aina Menisis".

Wait, Mech's Soul, Aina Menesis......

Suddenly, Kayan came up with an idea.

"Where did Daravik die?"

Cayan struggled to remember what he had just seen.

Looking back on the memory of death, this feeling is not pleasant. There was no longer a single surviving Chaos Space Marines in the passage for him to possess, and Cayan could only repeat the experience of being "killed" over and over again, scrutinizing some of the details of the poor warrior's vision that he had missed before he died, and finally he saw a vague sign on the wall.

“DG-26-248。”

The paint on the walls has been badly worn.

But Cayan barely made out.

"Itzara, where's DG-26-248?"

Cayan hurriedly contacted the Vengeful Spirit Bridge.

"I'm not Itzara, your Itzara is dead, I'm Ainamenisis, Kayan."

The ghost in the bridge corrected dissatisfied.

"I don't care who you are, answer my questions."

Cayan roared impatiently.

"It's a passage of ships, at the tail of Vengeful Spirit. The 3D view has been transferred to your helmet and you can see the exact position in the eyepiece. ”

Inamenis, the soul of the machine, said.

Cayan put on his helmet again.

Then he saw where the passage was.

"Sure enough, sure enough, I remember that the jumper torpedo hit position was close there, there was still a chance, we still had a chance! I'm going to banish that thing completely, he doesn't belong to the real universe, I'm going to get him back where he belongs! ”

Cayan said excitedly, clenching his fists.

Then he immediately ordered:

"Aina Menesis, detonate the subspace engine, I know you can do it, detonate it now!"

"What, are you crazy?"

The mechsoul asked incredulously.

"Execute my orders!"

Cayan commanded in a firm and unquestionable tone:

"Transmit energy, overload, and detonate! Otherwise, I'll send someone over there and plant a hot melt bomb. ”

"You've gone mad, Cayan!"

The mechsoul Anamenisis is still trying to protest:

"You will kill this ship completely, you will kill all the crew members of this ship...... You're going to kill me, what the hell are you going to do, Kayan, I don't want to die! ”

"Execute, mine, order."

Kayan said in a deep voice, word by word:

"Obedient, Itzara."

Once again, he called out his sister's nickname.

"Orders are being executed."

The mechsoul Aina Menesis said in despair.

……

Inside a certain section of the battleship passage.

Fu Qinghai waited patiently for Qingzhihug to collect genetic seeds, and suddenly, he felt a violent vibration under his feet, and then the walls, ceilings, and ventilation pipes also vibrated together, as if some kind of huge energy was accumulating...... Then he saw that a crack of cable in the corner suddenly erupted into a dazzling white arc spark.

What's going on?

Fu Qinghai looked around in disbelief.

How does it feel like ......

Is Vengeful Spirits going to make a subspace jump?

…………

(End of chapter)