Impatient, terrifying, rioting, psionic energy churns in the subspace like waves, the weak will vomit, unconscious, unconscious in just an instant, and the strong-willed can barely resist, those tyrannical emotions make the space marines instantly realize that in this subspace and reality blurred area, something has come out of the supreme heaven.

But they still estimated that mortals, and didn't shout the name of the thing, just said. "Mortals, get out!"

The Imperial Guard wouldn't back down, they hadn't gone toe-to-toe with the Space Marines, the Empire's hammers had never been afraid of aliens or heretics, but the blood-red non-commissioned officers, angels clad in orced flesh and blood, shouted. "Get out of here!"

It was a war cry that could only be used against aliens or heretics, and the sound was fierce enough to destroy the central nervous system of mortals, and although his men showed mercy, it also made the soldiers of Skadi's Fourth Regiment feel tinnitus like flashbangs exploding at extremely close range.

They still wouldn't back down though, until Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair spoke. "That's right, listen to the angels, let's retreat, you guys come behind me, don't be too far away, I still have something to do with the angels."

Orders, the Imperial Guard carried out the officer's orders without question, and after the sound of a neat retreat, the gray thing in the tunnel revealed its true form, sharp teeth, cat eyes, chains bound its body, festering gray skin and a human-sized body, it was hard to say that it was a "cute" thing like Scrooge.

"Heretical—" The non-commissioned officer raised his blaster pistol and fired away, almost instantaneously, the thin psionic shield holding out all the Imperial Precision Explosives.

The heretic body floated, its limbs had withered and shrunk because it had not been used since it was a child, and it had been using psionic energy to float, and the stinging screams of creatures that did not belong to the physical world filled the tunnel, and even the Space Marines couldn't help but get down on one knee...

They raised their explosive bombs and weapons to fight back, but the psionic stance was strong enough to resist most of the attacks from the physical world, and the existence of the demon host possessed the abilities of both subspace and physical beings, both immortal and real-life.

Now the monster was enraged by the few consciousnesses of its host, and it was ridiculous to say that the Empire's blade was pinned to the ground by psionic energy because of the death of a pet's owner.

But that kind of power is definitely not fake, the psionic energy is so strong that just the leaked consciousness energy fills the surroundings with dark blue electric sparks, and its oppression only takes a few seconds to make the terracotta steel armor of the space marines begin to crack cracks.

The non-commissioned officer drew his weapon, the scythe shot at the monster, the superhuman strength and the position of destruction cut through the psionic shield, and the non-commissioned officer could still burst out with such terrifying power when other space marines could only raise their hands to return to the pole, which shows how strict his training is usually.

"I am the blood of the Ultramarines, and we cannot live up to it, Glory of Macurag!"

"Brother! Shoot! ”

At the time when the psionic shield pierced, a war cry that shook the heavens and the earth appeared in the narrow tunnel. "Disaster has struck!"

Then came the chainsaw sword, the blaster, a small amount of plasma, and even the individual anti-vehicle weapon used by Astarte, which burst out with almost overflowing horrific lethality, and the Emperor's roar burned everything.

Kane's high-level staff officers have all commented on the powerful firepower of the Space Marines, as the blade of the Imperial Blade, they have the most cutting-edge weapons and equipment in this universe, enough to deal with most of the aliens and heretics in this world, in order to let the Emperor's Angels continue to fight, everything about them is the best.

Those exquisite weapons pierced the demon's body, and the demon's body instantly turned into dust, mummy-like charcoal, and even completely lost its biological characteristics.

But the core of the demon host is not the host, but the demon, as a subspace creature, even if the body is completely dissipated, it can still be resurrected, and the soul of the host is the most important thing compared to the body.

The soul links the creatures of the material universe, and the wisdom generated by the creatures is projected in the subspace, which is complementary to each other, although there are creatures with weak psionic energy but intelligence, but there is almost no existence of strong but stupid psionic energy, whether it is mastering psionic energy or communicating subspace, it requires countless wisdom.

Although I don't know if this Scroog has a special variant, it can be judged based on the current situation that this Scroog definitely has human-level intelligence, so it is also like a human host, immortal and indestructible.

The body that had been turned into charcoal began to revive visibly, the psionic shield was repaired instantly, and there was no physical means to expel a demon, but it was not impossible to kill the demon host, but the conditions were strange, sometimes only flames, sometimes sunlight, and sometimes silver weapons, which seemed to have something to do with both the host and the demon.

In other words, while the current Space Marines can destroy the host's body, they can't punish heretical demons, unless there is a dedicated psionic force or a weapon that can punish demons...

The destruction was only exchanged for the wrath of the demon host, and the terrible heresy sent out a psionic shock, which is a technique that absolutely crushes the human mind, and it can be roughly judged that this demon is good at psychic psionic things.

Compared to the faint sorcery produced by the careful study of subspace energy in the short life of human psionics, the power of demons can threaten the existence of real demigods, and the terrifying spiritual impact spreads here, even the non-commissioned officers of the Star Marines and the Destruction Eagle Warband can't help but cover their heads and shout for the emperor...

But the untouchables, human beings are very few, very special, extremely terrible genetic mutations, they are like a black hole, sucking all the psionic energy and soul into their side, and then dissipating, no one knows where those psionic energy goes, but even ordinary people will feel disgusting and uncomfortable because their souls are pulled, not to mention subspace creatures.

Alan Bair's insignia worked that way all the time, and as the psionic screams continued to expand in the corridors, the soldiers of Scaddy's 4th Regiment didn't feel anything, they just looked at the damn alien and wondered what it was doing to make the Space Marines miserable.

"Don't move, all the members of the Fourth Regiment of Skady, don't move, I'm going to leave a little, you hear and feel anything during this time, don't believe, don't move, don't understand."

"Staff officer, I have always trusted you the most, if a soldier is more than three meters away from the same place, shoot."

"Colonel Lane, I know very well that your will is like a solid stone, like an emperor's gift, you should stand up, so protect them here." Alan Baier ordered to come over one by one, and this atmosphere made the place dignified.

"What are you going to do, Lieutenant Colonel, you still have a lot to do, and you still need to continue to serve the Emperor." The staff officer asked.

"Commander of the Fourth Regiment of Skadi, I deny your tactical planning, this matter should be as many people as possible." Colonel Lane replied.

Alan Baier shook his head. "No, no, no, only I can handle this." He looked at the goddamn alien and heretic's amalgamation, and with the power of the Untouchable, he could only see a crippled jumper floating in the air, but he knew it was real... Demon!

The Empire is absolutely secretive about demons, even the Imperial officers will keep the memory cleansing and various tests of the Inquisition to decide whether he will clean his memories or die, as for ordinary mortal soldiers and inhabitants of the Empire, they will all be disposed of uniformly.

Subspace is such an existence, as its subspace biological entity, the demon is its representative, and unlike those strange beings who are vague and can't tell whether it is a hallucination or reality, the demon will begin to bewitch a person for a long time when they know it.

And demons are difficult to kill, people who have seen records related to demons, entities, and people with weak consciousness will become a bridge between subspace and reality, although the empire often contacts subspace for long-term cosmic travel, but the tolerance for demons is extremely low, and only angelic wills like space marines can know their existence.

Therefore, Alan Bair is even grateful to the Destruction Eagle Warband, whose kindness is not revealed in words, but the action still expresses its few humanitys for the sake of the Fourth Skadi Regiment.

And now, in this narrow road less than a mile long, the Imperial Guard, the Space Marines, the demons, the three forces are intertwined, and the complications and narrow illusions make Alan Baier realize that he must find a way to bring this situation to an end.

And there is no doubt that this wrecked ship still left him a big gift.

Alan Baier stepped forward, the ability of the untouchable is not to stench and shield, but to absorb those things, even the souls of living people, the armor of the space marines can be immune to any physical toxin in this universe with a completely closed autosystem, but still feel a long-lost nausea...

It stinks, it stinks, it feels like human clothes that haven't been washed in years are stuck inside their armor and plastered all over.

"Gross..."

"Vomit ............"

"O Emperor! Help me! ”

Space Marines are extremely strong-willed, but, obviously, the Space Marine armor keeps them away from the stench for too long, but this is also understandable, you know, around the untouchable, weak-willed, thin-souled ordinary people will directly vomit up and down to the point that they can't get the weapon, and the navigator kind of psionic person will directly can't help it, give up any responsibility of himself, go to kill that thing, and even lead the battleship into the subspace storm for him.

But even so, the nausea is better than being crushed by psionic energy, and the Space Marine non-commissioned officer gets up, and all those previous pressures and psionic controls are gone. "Thank you, mortal, for saving us from your Dark Age technology."

"But you still shouldn't be here, you're looking at it, and you're going to be under scrutiny from the Inquisition, because..."

Alan Bair said immediately. "What, my lord, are you in a daze, I don't see any heresy, in fact I just saw that you were suddenly in pain, so I came over."

"If you're talking about subspace creatures or something, in fact, after I turn on this device, I basically can't see subspace creatures."

"No way, untouchable people are such things, I stuck to this device and enjoyed the disgusting feeling the whole time."

The non-commissioned officer choked up for a moment, then replied. "Don't take that thing off, mortal, and let those dark age witchcraft continue to protect you, Emperor forbid, you're so lucky."

"Next, brothers, shoot!"

Bang bang bang, bang, so many Space Marines shoot, to be honest, the last time Alan Baier saw it, he was still shot, and the sense of security must be full, but such an attack still can't destroy the demon, in fact, even the ability of the untouchable can't directly destroy the demon itself.

Legend has it that there are anti-psionic or anti-psionic abilities that are more powerful than the Untouchable, and individual individuals can even completely destroy demons by getting closer, but Alan Bair can't do that, and he can even see those psionic tricks clearly.

In the absence of a way to destroy the demon host, Alan Bair became the only thing that could help the Space Marines, and while the Demon Host could use psionic energy to mobilize rocks or corpses to smash the Space Marines to escape the situation of not being able to interfere with psionic interference, those things were completely incapable of causing damage to human demigods.

If this continues, the Skadi Fourth Regiment and the staff officers will be destroyed by the lowly heretical machine soul of this battleship, and only the Space Marines will be able to leave here, but the mission of exterminating the ruined ship will also be completely disrupted by the demon host.

This host has a strange tendency to love the greenskins, and if the remaining greenskins multiply with its help, you must know that there are at least 100,000 remaining greenskins here, and they are all soldiers, and they can still forcibly control the Mandeville point.

And the machine soul here is outrageously hostile to humans, obviously not starving to death, all humans in this star area will not give up.

The Lieutenant Colonel could only move his little brain, then open his personal Void Shield, and pick up all sorts of things to greet the mutant jumper as the Space Marines and Demon Hosts stared.

He picks up the flamethrower first. "Ah, there's a greenskin, not dead yet?!"

Whoosh, the flames scorched the demon host, there was no doubt that the demon host had been extremely disgusted with this untouchable, and now it was burned again, and it directly charged with all its strength, but when it got close to Alan Bair, the psionic energy suddenly disappeared, fell to the ground, turned into a large leather ball, and rolled around on the ground.

Alan Bair could indeed take the thing with him, but the device needed to be recharged, and his state on the ship would likely cause the navigator and the Starwhisperer to go crazy, as well as vomit a lot, and he couldn't stand it.

Alan Baier could only "naturally" step on the ball in full view of everyone, and then asked. "What are you fighting, angels?"

The non-commissioned officer replied. "Mortals, don't..."

He stopped, because he saw that Alan Bair was smashing, slashing, and messing with the demon host with all kinds of weapons on the ground, although the demon host was not afraid of physical attacks, but it couldn't help but be touched by an untouchable person with all kinds of strange green-skinned weapons or Astral Army equipment...

Scrooge's weak, subservient wails were all brought out, and Alan Baier looked at this poor, bloodstained alien and heretic who had been beaten by himself, and a trace of it arose in his heart...

Annoyed, he cursed in his heart, why is this thing so skinny, and he greeted harder, and the space soldier also understood, this mortal can't see the demon there, he clearly knows the situation better than anyone else!

Next, in order to be more efficient, the Space Marines stood next to the Imperial Guard officers, collected anything that could be used on the battlefield or even in the surrounding area, and handed it to the Lieutenant Colonel to execute the heretic.

I have to say, listening to the wailing of the thing that was still majestic just now, very loyal, and, cool.

But the 4th Regiment of Skady couldn't bear to stay inside the chaotic battleship for a long time, and they had to kill this thing quickly...

In this way, the long execution continued until Alan Bair himself was exhausted, and at this moment the Space Marines handed over something special, the taming tongs of the dead orc boss, also made of greenskin, with long handles and clips.

And Alan Baier vaguely felt that this thing could...

He raised the pliers and approached the demon host, the thing had gone through countless tortures, and now it had no reaction to all kinds of attacks, and in such a situation, seeing the pincers actually trembled for the first time and struggled.

Alan Baier immediately stepped on it hard, and the Space Marines also pressed it urgently, you know, this is almost a car-heavy war brother and an adult male, and the demon instantly became honest.

"Ha, I found it, let's die! Heterodox! For the emperor! ”

The beast tamer's pincers were raised high, and the deadly attack immediately fell, and the fate of the entire galaxy, the fate of the star sector, the fate of tens of billions of humans, and the fate of the Gondelwa sub-sector were all linked in this attack...

Expel them, banish all the demons in the subspace!

"For Otrama!" The non-commissioned officer couldn't help but shout!

And that weapon has fallen on the demon...

I went out to play today, and there were even more of them, so why don't I use numbers to represent chapters, isn't chapter 111 bad?

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