Calgio pulled the trigger, and a barrage of explosive bullets rained down on the demon's breastplate. Exploding, shattering, shards flying through the air, the demon uncaring reached out and grabbed them all, then sent them into his mouth.

Steel was eaten as food, and the smirk on its beastly face was incessant, oblivious to the shots of the Sons of Coss, as if the deadly bombs were mere pebbles to it.

And that's exactly what happened.

No bullet could make it bleed, but it took the initiative to cut open the skin with its sharp claws, and the blood splattered, the heat steamed, and the blood-red mist diffused from the wound, enveloping the entire station in an instant.

Several warnings immediately popped up on Calgio's eyepiece, all of which were of the highest specification. The air has turned into a poisonous miasma, the filth of chaos is everywhere, and ghosts and evil spirits are surging and screaming in the blood.

Kabanha's gruesome laughter resounded in it, like thunder.

"Come out, stop making a fool of yourself as an assassin, bat! Don't let your people be disgraced in the eternal war, their feet have accumulated untold skulls, and how long will you have to wander through the mortal world to keep up with them? ”

Calgio drew his sword and walked towards the depths of the blood mist. The ground became soft and wet, like flesh after being trampled many times, making his walk slow and difficult.

He turned a blind eye to the demon's words, and from a long time ago, Cargio had learned one thing - no matter what the enemy was saying, they were just enemies, and their every word was just a lie.

Calgio knew all too well that Coos was born with many hardships, and demons and their shadows were only one of them.

He walked calmly, his knees covered in bright red mud, and he was completely prepared. However, in the next second, a lightning-like light suddenly lit up in front of him.

The pale light pierced the mist, revealing the two entangled figures like silhouettes on glass. The roar of the chainsaw halberd followed, accompanied by the demonic laughter revealed in the fog.

Calgio immediately began to run, but all that could be captured by the eyepiece was a blood-red patch. It was like a thunderous crash rolling in, one after the other, one higher than the other.

The fog surged, and a greatsword collided with a long-handled weapon that was far larger than it, stirring up the wind and clouds, tearing the clouds apart, and revealing the battlefield to Calgio.

He saw the great beast, and the Yago Sevitalyon, who was far more terrifying than any other moment.

His eyes lit up with a blue light that represented psionic energy, and the roaring chainsaw in his hand was wrapped in a black, dead flame, and the collision of weapons between him and Kabanha was incomprehensibly fast.

Calgio was shocked to find that apart from this moment, he couldn't see any movement between them at all, only two shadows flickering alternately.

The mist soon rolled in, enveloping the warlord's path again, and he frowned, and before he could think about it, he heard a dog barking. He immediately raised his sword, and two scarlet beasts leaped out of the mist, one left and one right, and bit at him.

Calgio roared and slashed at the blade of the two Blood God Hounds with great smoothness, slicing through the gaping mouth and sliding out from the back of his back.

The elastic flesh fell to the ground, the white bones exposed in the cross-section jumped with nerves, and the two beasts screamed in pain, but they were still not dead. Cargio took a step back, lifted his left leg and crushed one of them completely.

Flesh and blood splattered, and the other seemed to foresee his own death, and he didn't know where to give birth to a surge of strength, and got up and ran back into the depths of the mist.

Calgio caught up with it in three steps and two steps, pinned it to the ground with his sword, and then strode forward, grasped the hilt of the sword, twisted his wrist, and slashed it open.

At this moment, the ground began to tremble again, and an enraged beast rushed out from the depths of the blood mist.

The Son of Coth recognized it at a cursory glance - the Steel Ox, the brute beast of the Blood God, a terrifying demon that could destroy a battle array with a single charge, and this one was especially large.

It hadn't noticed him yet, and was unleashing its violent nature, trampling back and forth in the fog, looking for an adversary.

Kargio drew his sword, backhanded a handful of plasma from the belt on his chest, and began to aim.

A strong wind swept in front of him at this moment, and a scarlet shadow roared and rushed towards the steel bull.

He dragged a huge axe in each hand, his white hair fluttered, his cloak was stained with blood, and there was minced flesh stuck in every crevice of his armor, and he didn't know how many killings he had had.

Calgio recognized him and was therefore even more reassured.

"I'll cover!" He yelled.

Scaradry replied with a sinister smile, as low as a monster.

Steel Bull immediately discovered his existence, and not to mention how much movement he had made, his presence alone would be difficult for a creature like Steel Bull to ignore.

The beast immediately turned and raised its hooves at the charging Scarlet Maharaja, and was about to fall down with a bang, turning him into pulp. Little did it know that Scaladry wasn't alone.

A dozen or so scarlet claws leaped out of the darkness and landed on top of its head or back, sharp claws and swords of a single sword, all piercing straight through the gaps in the brass armor of the steel bull.

Blood splattered, steel bulls roared, and they struck a blow, but they didn't stop, and the most brutal of them had even begun to stuff shock grenades into the wounds they had gouged out.

In the explosion, the steel bull roared and shook its body in an attempt to shake them off, but how could Scaralick let go of such a good opportunity?

Illuminated by the blue-white blazing stream of preheated plasma, he leaped to his feet, his axes crossed and the plasma evaporated half of the steel ox's jaw with precision, and his battle cut off the beast's head entirely.

Scaradry landed with his yet-not-bewildered head, and still kept moving, throwing his left-handed power axe with ease.

It slashed into a vamplet's chest with a roar and castrated through its body, sweeping through more sadistic demons with shattered flesh, destroying their infantry formations instantly.

Of course, this was not the end of the story, as Scaladry laughed maniacally and followed, slashing at a vamplet head-on with an axe in both hands, slicing it in half, along with the sword.

The steaming entrails fell to the ground, and the two sides of the body stuck on the axe slipped, but he immediately swung it up, and the corpse flew out, falling around like a cannonball, splashing a puddle of flesh and blood.

Calgio put back his gun and strode after him, joining in the bloody fight. He doesn't kill as fast as the Crimson Claw, but he even surpasses bravery and brutality.

The sword fell, and the servant of the god of blood roared at him, surrounding him, only to be cut to pieces by Kargio in three or two blows. He's not fast, he's just powerful, and he's extremely accurate.

The blood-hungry blood-hungry blood-hungry wildness of the vamplitists often blocked or dodged by him, and the few attacks he really couldn't dodge were also deftly blocked by him with the thickest part of the power armor.

His enemies did not have such attainments, but they were outnumbered, and they soon besieged him. They roared excitedly, and the loudest one received a bomb from Calgio himself.

The warband leader coldly held the sword in one hand, stood in place, and easily drew a horizontal line under his feet with his sword.

He looked at them coldly, but how could the Children of the Night give up their allies? The carnation of the Crimson Claws soon descended from behind them, and Calgio seized the opportunity to behead the nearest vamplet with a single sword, then sliced the other in half with a single sword.

There was a sudden roar in the sky, and Kabanha fell like a meteor that had destroyed the world, its cracked scarlet wings unfurled, and a gust of wind descended, blowing corpses and scraps of flesh everywhere.

It laughed and waved its right hand, and the giant sword with a cruel arc and gauntlet like an angel's wings slashed down. The three Crimson Claw veterans couldn't dodge and were hit instantly.

The Terminator armor didn't do anything it deserved protection, and that wasn't even what that sword did, because it was too wide, too thick, and too blunt. Kabanha completely relied on his brute force to cut these three veterans in half.

Scaradry roared and rushed forward, and Kaban laughed and swung his sword again, stopping all his attacks with one hand.

With a glint of appreciation in the demon's eyes, it swung its sword and then pressed it down, forcing the Scarlet Lord to wrestle with it. Words with a strong sense of flesh flowed from between its sharp teeth, and the accent was as noble as that of an ancient nobleman.

"You're talented, Scaralick, why don't you embrace your deep thirst for violence? The gods and I believe in have nothing to ask of you, we just want you to embrace yourself and that's it. ”

"Never!" The Maharaja roared, his pale face completely illuminated by the scarlet light from the depths of the demon's pupils.

Kabanha smiled and bowed his head, not surprised by the expected answer.

It slammed into the Maharaja's air, then turned around and flicked its tail, the iron hammer head at the end of its long tail sinking deep into Scaladraek's breastplate, adding a new force to his forced flight.

Then, it swung its sword again, blocking a chainsaw halberd that had shattered the fog like an unpredictable prophet.

That weapon was nothing compared to itself, and even a single hit wouldn't be a big deal. However, just because it was Yago Sevitaleone who held it, Kabanha got his attitude right.

"Make up your mind, bat." It urged. "I don't want to waste my time on these weaklings, give the order to let them retreat."

"I can also order my army to be restrained and let your men pass. I have no interest in what you are going to do, I have only one demand - you must abandon your fragile flesh. How is it? It's a fair deal, right? ”

Sevita's answer to this was nothing more than a contemptuous sneer. The radiance of psionic energy bloomed from his hands, and Kabanha roared in disgust, his skin exploding.

Its armor became the best conductor of electricity at this moment, transporting supernatural lightning completely to every corner of its massive body. And it couldn't even retreat, and Sevita didn't give it that chance.

His chainsaw remained in contact with the greatsword, and the sawtooth entwined with the pitch-black flames jammed into the blade.

"Let go." Sevita whispered to the mountain-like foe. "As long as you let go, you have a chance to resist."

Kabanha didn't answer, its appearance wasn't so sudden, but it wasn't prepared either. The strength of the flesh has decreased a lot, far from being comparable to the battle on Terra.

But it also has its own pride, and the warrior voluntarily lets go and throws down his weapon in battle?

"Unless I die." Destroyed by the lightning, Kabanha replied with a sinister smile, spitting blood on his face.

Sevita narrowed his eyes, and at a cursory glance, he seemed to have the upper hand, and could even completely kill Kabanha at this moment with his unreasonable psionic power.

However, this is just a beautiful fantasy, and if you look closely, you will see that his skin is shaking and disintegrating.

He can use his power without restraint, and the barriers of reality still cost him something. It's an iron law, and no one can avoid it unless they go deep into the subspace, when they don't have to care about anything

The demon was well aware of this, and it never crossed that line and briefly pulled Cowes into the surreal world.

With the support of the Blood God, it wasn't hard to do, and if it did, it and the other Sadistic Slaves would be in for a qualitative change that would be easily won, but it wouldn't.

Kabanha is never stupid.

"Come on."

The demon grinned lowly, raising its head proudly, and the blood around it was boiling vigorously, completely obscuring it from Sevita like magma, and no one could even get close, only to watch them disappear into the mist.

Sevita sneered and increased her psionic power, joining in this special wrestling without hesitation.

He got an approving smile, an appreciative look, and a wild roar.

"Brave! Fearless! Kabanha roared in praise. You deserve the blessing of the Blood God, Yago Savitarion! ”

"I don't like it." Sevita replied with a smirk.

Kabanha laughed, flapped his wings, and flew him upwards from the shattered cavern, only to reach the devastated surface of Cowes in an instant.

Here, the savage mutants are being slaughtered, and the blood-red ocean has long since flooded the land.

The demon roared proudly, "Look, my adversary, I will start from here and sow the seeds of war."

Sevita didn't answer, and a wave of boredom rose in her heart. The forces of chaos are pervasive, and they are passively persuading him—perhaps not as persuasion, but as some kind of instinct.

This instinct told him to summon his kindred. Of course, Sevita knew he could do this, and he only needed a thought to summon the demons he knew from the altar of Cous, which had been soaked in hatred for ten thousand years.

But he can't, chaos is chaos after all, and every vengeful demon with a name and a surname will passively bring a spiral of hatred to the world around them

What's more, this is Couss.

If summoned here, Sevita is 100% sure that he will summon Van Cleef.

By that time, Kabanha could have died in one fell swoop, but what about the world around Couss? What about the sons of Cows and the people of Cowes who are still alive? In fact, not to mention them, even the Children of the Night are not necessarily immune to that terrible influence.

What to do.?

He continued to wrestle in silence, but a calm, familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"You can also call the Soul of the Night."

Amid the wind, the poisonous sun, and the fallout of the fallout, Sevita jerked her head and saw a familiar demon.

It was Shen, he knew it at a glance.

Kabanha burst out laughing in ecstasy, and Sevita roared in rage, letting go of her weapon and angrily reprimanding, "Who summoned you?!" ”

"Does it matter?" The demon who used to be Shen replied.

(End of chapter)