Slightly disappointed, Eric pulled his will out of the berserker's mind. Diaphragm

Before he could get the information he wanted from the Berserker's chaotic mind, the power of the Living Saint had completely destroyed the abusive cultist's mind, leaving him in a state of confusion.

Eric had just opened a gap in the Berserker's "House of Minds", and as soon as he entered it to find the information he wanted, the psychic power of the Living Saint swept through directly, destroying the house.

What else is there to check here, nothing else has to be checked.

"Loyal! Honest! ”

Tossing aside the yelling in his hand, Eric picked up the staff of energy that he had placed on the ground.

"Maybe I should put my energy back on this battlefield." Eric thought to himself, "With the help of the Living Saint to end this war as soon as possible, and then find the whereabouts of the company commander, the best option is to do so." ”

But Erik clenched his staff, suddenly found that there was hardly any sound to be heard on the battlefield other than the "loyalty" that came and went. Diaphragm

The roar of artillery fire, the roar of demons, the whistling of explosive bombs... All gone.

"Aris, Aris!"

“...... Ah, in! ”

Aris, who was in a state of distraction, heard Eric's call, quickly cheered up and trotted over.

"What's going on, what just happened? What about the demons? ”

"Banished, Curator Eric."

Aris's face, obscured by the power armor helmet, was filled with surprise. As a think tank with a little knowledge of banishing demons, he couldn't imagine how powerful it would take to do such a thing. Diaphragm

"The endless, sulphur-scented, hideous-looking demons, all, all, all of them were banished back into the subspace."

"Right in front of my eyes. No exceptions! ”

"That divine light is the embodiment of the power of the saint, and any demon that shines on it is reduced to ashes as if it were burned by the flames!"

"The Living Saint is truly the Emperor's avenging angel, what an awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring being. Shines with the light of holiness, giving unclean things death and destruction. ”

Hearing the scene described by Aris, Eric could not but marvel at the power of the living saint.

When he had just dived into the mind of the, Eric had certainly felt the tremendous divine power of the Living Saint.

However, although the mind of the was violently twisted by this powerful force, Eric was swept by this divine power, and felt like warm sunshine shining on his body, and felt nothing but warmth and comfort. Diaphragm

He never imagined that this power would be so powerful that it could end the war on the entire planet.

"Whew~"

Using his psionic energy to observe the situation on the battlefield nearby, Eric breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was no deviation from what Aris said.

No matter how incomprehensibly powerful the Living Saint is, she is on the side of humanity, on the side of the Empire. This is something that will never change.

And knowing this is enough for the people and warriors of the Empire.

"Loyal! Honest! ”

The sadomasochists began to shout again. His gaze was glazed, not angry. It looks exactly like the enemy that Eric has ever seen, whose will has been completely destroyed by psionic energy. Diaphragm

But those people will only unconsciously "Abba Aba", not full of "loyalty" like sadomasochists.

"Loyalty? Do you deserve it too? ”

Eric thought of some of the memories he had perceived in his mind, and suddenly felt the word "loyalty" extremely piercing, and pointed the staff in his hand at the berserker's head.

In an instant, a burst of psionic energy shot out from his staff of energy, tearing through the armor and giving the emperor mercy - death.

A few drops of blood splashed on the energy staff, and Eric took out a handkerchief from the storage bag on the side of the power armor, wiped the dirt on the energy staff on his hand, and placed it on the empty space around his waist.

At this time, he was no longer in a hurry to find the whereabouts of the company commander Fayette.

Because if Fayette was still alive at this time, then his safety would no longer need to be worried. Diaphragm

Even if Fayette is heavily damaged in a battle with an enemy, no enemy will attack him again. And with the life force of the Space Marine, even if he only has one breath left, he can definitely wait for the pharmacist to rescue him.

And, as the large, numerous subspace cracks were repaired, and the faulty scientific equipment began to work properly, the positioning system within the Power Armor would soon reveal Fayette's location.

Without the interference of Chaos wizards and demons, Eric himself was able to quickly predict Fayette's location using psionic spells.

And just as Eric put down his staff and took out the Emperor Tarot from his pocket, he suddenly noticed a space marine, covered in blood and a pair of scarlet eyes full of rage, walking up with a giant axe.

"Law... Fayette? ”

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Not so long ago, although the Imperial warriors who protected the Mind Dominator were not numerically superior, on average, a soldier had to deal with at least a dozen demons. Diaphragm

But the Empire's soldiers were now more powerful than they had ever been, and they were strong enough to stop most of the demons, and the few remaining small forces that had managed to break through the defenses were left with the Sisters of the Silence, the Inquisitors, and the Anglican priests waiting for them.

Countless automated artillery pieces have helped the Empire's astral army to fight the demons without raising their heads, and the grotesque flesh and blood machinery the size of a tank is just a matter of a few more shells. Even the Sadistic Demons, with the most war machines, are overwhelmed.

With the help of the Chaos Wizards, some demons quickly approached the Empire's artillery line with the help of illusions and concealment, dragging some of the soldiers into a white-knuckle battle.

Ugly creatures with slender limbs, scaly skin, and horns on their heads, wielding giant black blades as tall as a man, strode towards them, and roared into the line with hounds as big as horses.

Brass monsters powered by rattling mechanical legs mingled in the middle of the ranks, massive cannons and giant claws with piston mechanisms protruding from their flesh-and-machine bodies.

And in the center of them, stands a creature that seems to have come out of a nightmare, its huge bat-like wings looming.

The Chaos Demon was as tall as a small Titan, with a face like a nightmarish hound, a brass helmet with several pairs of sharp horns sticking out of it, and a black-bladed axe in both hands. Brass armor covered its blood-red body, and its stout feet supported its majestic form. Diaphragm

The huge, scaly, brass collar pounced on the soldier, and although the soldier nimbly dodged and shot the hound's head, more hounds drowned it.

Their razor-sharp canine teeth tore through their armor, and the Astral Army soldiers were shaken and bitten by them in their mouths, like a blood-drenched rag.

It was as if the warriors from hell were rushing left and right in the front of the Empire. Although the Astral Army has fought it hard, they are mortal and difficult to contend with.

However, by the time dozens of soldiers were killed, the Astral Army's commander had summoned reinforcements with numerous heavy weapons and vehicles.

In addition, some companies of Space Marine, which have a large number of rapid support vehicles and multi-purpose vehicles, have also provided very rapid support to the attacked positions.

"I will never let any sacrifice go unpunished." The Commander of the Astral Army roared with filial piety, and his steely determination was passed on to the soldiers in the communicator.

"All soldiers," he yelled, "the flamethrower group, clear me of any enemy who dares to break through the line." Heavy weapons, use all your weapons against those war machines... Beast... It's those six-legged things that fire anyway! Let's fight off these monsters once and for all! The glory of the emperor lives on! "Ahh

The Space Marines who arrived in time also immediately jumped from their vehicles and joined the battlefield with chainsaw swords or power swords to fight the demons.

Lasers and plasma began to shine on the Empire's artillery positions, grenades exploded among the demons, tanks roared behind the soldiers, and shells blasted the demonic engines to pieces through the bloody air.

When the heavily armed Astral Force and Space Marines arrived, the situation turned in an instant.

But suddenly, it started to rain in the sky.

No, not rain.

Fayette, who was not wearing a helmet, tasted the patina in his mouth. With disgust he wiped the blood that seeped into his eyes, the red-hot blood wetting his armor and soaking his hair.

The Great Demon of Fear and Abuse let out a long roar in the sky, and the deafening roar with pure anger became louder and louder as time passed, attracting everyone's attention. Diaphragm

Fayette's eyes narrowed, staring at the abusive demon.

The most powerful demon under the Throne of Sadism is the terrifying Bloodthirsty Archdemon, the embodiment of anger and slaughter. Each individual is a primitive embodiment of war.

And the meaning of their existence is to mutilate, kill and destroy. To witness them join the battle is to witness the destruction itself of wanton madness.

They are the ultimate killing force on the battlefield, cracking enemies apart with unbridled rage, destroying everything in sight, and offering mountains of skulls to the horrors.

And the Sadistic Great Demon in front of him is a member of the Sixth Legion of the Eight Demon Legions, representing the ruthless fury of the Blood God.

Their mission is to crush a seemingly impregnable enemy.

Fueled by burning rage, these demons are capable of holding aloft two-handed axes as huge as city gates—weapons that can destroy entire battle lines like a meat grinder with a single blow. Diaphragm

Ruthless Rage is the most irrational barbarian of its kind compared to other bloodthirsty archdemons, and they are so angry that they exude a desire to fight that can drive nearby demons into a killing frenzy.

"The hunger and thirst of my tomahawk will be quenched by your death!"

The Relentless Rage Bloodthirsty Demon is the unrivaled King of Slaughter on the battlefield, his terrifying murderous aura shattering his fighting spirit the moment he rushes at the enemy's army, and the blood he brings with each charge becomes a path of blood.

Some of the soldiers fell to their knees in the bloody rain, screaming in terror. The Imperial army's previously neat artillery fire had also become disorganized, with some soldiers having lost their minds and opening fire indiscriminately, while others had laid down their arms in despair and given up resistance.

The roar also rampaged through Fayette's mind, and he was dizzy and his vision was a lake of mold.

And although this roar had a great negative impact on the Imperial soldiers, for those demons, it was like hearing the horn of a charge, and their desire to fight was completely aroused.

Under the dark sky, demons wreak havoc on the pit ground. They howled, roaring and pounced on the Imperial soldiers. Blood splattered, demons wielded their blades, and Imperial soldiers with little resistance to them parted one after another. Diaphragm

Some of the determined warriors tightened their grip on their weapons and attacked the Archastrat of Sadism, but the beam of energy was bounced off by its breastplate, and the bomb didn't even leave a trace on it.

Even if some of the attacks hit his body that wasn't covered by armor, it didn't help and didn't cause him fatal damage at all.

With a flick of his hand, the Terrible Demon knocked away one of the Astral Army warriors at his side, throwing him onto a tank with the strength of his bones. Then the axe landed, and a tank split in two, flames and smoke erupted from the wreckage.

The Great Demon ran at them, flames erupting from its nostrils and massive bat wings stretching behind it.

Seeing all this, the Commander of the Astral Army subconsciously grasped the "Imperial Tactics" he was carrying, but he knew that it was impossible for him to learn from the actual combat examples in the book to solve the current difficulties as before.

He realized that the so-called tactics, tactics, weapons, and ordnance on which he had relied were almost useless in the face of such a great enemy.

His legs were limp, his chest was tight, and fear enveloped him. Diaphragm

But watching the demons slaughter their own soldiers, his anger and renewed flames of faith repelled those feelings, and the determination and anger burned in his breast.

He let go of his grip on Imperial Tactics and reached for the laser pistol at his waist.

"For the Emperor!" The commander shouted sharply, he wiped the blood from his eyes, and the laser pistol was ready.

"Whatever the outcome, I'm going to regroup my forces and prepare for a counterattack." The Commander thought to himself, "No matter who the enemy is, the Astral Army never lacks courage. ”

And just as he was about to step forward, a broad palm stood in front of him.

"I'll be in charge of this Chaos Demon." Space Marine Company Commander Fayette said.

"Eric, you command, escort team, follow me!" Diaphragm

Faette mounted his hoverbike and fired at the Sadistic Archdemon with the Explosive Gun on it, attracting his attention.

"Come, demon, complete your master's mission. But I'm going to stop you. ”

Seeing the Chaos Demon's gaze turn to him, Fayette raised his head and looked at the Archdemon defiantly.