"Emperor—"
Castor looked around and saw many thumb-sized chains hanging from the ceiling of the hall. Each chain was a body with stripped armor hanging. Most of the fatal injuries were on the chest and neck. Some people were even stripped of their faces, with twenty or thirty people.
At the same time, on the lumen lights on both sides of the central aisle of the hall, there were more than a dozen heads placed, and the air was filled with the smell of excrement, blood and burnt meat.
This creepy nightmare scene makes the hall look like a Shura field.
Soon, Castor, who was gritting his teeth, saw an acquaintance on a lumen base.
Third Company Commander Janluka Feora—
The bloody face also had a little expression of his life, unwillingness, anger—
At this time, a figure slowly walked out of the tattered curtain on the stage.
"Battleman!! You bastards!!!!"
Seeing the company's brother die so tragically, Adams almost lost control. He roared and wanted to rush forward, but was hugged by the people behind him.
Castor slowly turned his gaze to the figure on the stage.
"Star! Realm! Knight!"
Sabrin, standing in the center of the slaughterhouse, slowly raised his head, and the scarlet eyepieces on the pale skull mask reflected Castor's twisted face.
"What do you mean!"
"Punishment, that's all."
"You are betrayal! It's a heresy! You will be judged and extorted!"
Castor shouted, pointing his finger around.
"You will pay for everything you do today!"
"Quiet, you shouldn't be so noisy as a biting dog."
Sabrin grabbed a broken arm and used it to hit the railing of the stage like a wooden stick.
"The reward is not over, and we will talk about the price after it is over."
"I'll cut off your head, and then you'll know what the price is."
"Then hurry up, when things are over, here will-"
Sablin raised his arm and then spread his palms suddenly.
"BOOM! No one knows what happened, doesn't he?"
Castor was shocked and subconsciously looked around. The other party obviously told him that there was an explosive place.
He wanted to lead the team away immediately, but the other party was obviously not going to give him this opportunity.
"Come!"
Sabrin threw away his broken arm, lifted up the chainsaw halberd inserted into the floor, jumped down from the stage, and after landing heavily, he waved his arm to smash all the surrounding chairs and swept them away.
Then, he raised his blood-stained halberd and pointed at the people.
"Who is the first?"
Castor stepped forward and felt his blood singing under the stimulation of chemical stimulants—a painful song that emanated from the injection port of the pulsating point of the ancient armor.
He did not wave his melee weapon, but instead he pulled out his plasma pistol, which caused an uneasy whisper.
The ribbed magnetic coil at the back of the weapon flashed bright fluorescence, applying a ghostly blue ray to Castor.
"Dog bastard, I'm not in the mood to fight you one-on-one, and you are not worthy of such honor!"
Sabrin looked at the weapon belonging to the battle group, tilted his head to the right, and made an emotional laugh.
"are you sure?"
At this moment, a scream suddenly sounded.
"above!"
Castor raised his head and saw the shadows rippling, and the Space Marines wearing blue-edged gray armor appeared from the darkness like strange sculptures rising from asphalt.
His heart suddenly became tight.
This is impossible. When they came in, there was obviously nothing there. How did these people hide their whereabouts?
But whether he believed it or not, at least fifty Space Marines stood quietly on a wide platform like statues, pointing their bomb guns down, and Castor even saw heavy bombs and plasma weapons. If the fire was exchanged, their winning odds were very low, and the support was still on the way.
"good."
Castor put away his plasma pistol, but before he could speak again, veteran Tuluk had already jumped out.
"Let me pick you, the mess!"
Turuk rushed directly towards Sabrin, attacking the opponent with the weight of the chainsaw sword in his hand and slashed it with a single punch.
But before it fell, the chain saw teeth tangled together, pulling a string of sparks along the edge.
Sabrin reacted quickly and moved very quickly, resolving the impact in the blink of an eye.
The two then continued to fight, the blade turned around, and made a crisp sound as they hit and retracted.
Sabrin took fifteen seconds to find out the warrior's routine, then feinted the left, using the advantage of weapon length to induce his opponent to move slightly to the other side, waiting for the opponent's intentional correction, and then suddenly broke off the contact and stabbed straight forward.
In the harsh metal scream, the tip of the chainsaw halberd shone as it was cut into the breastplate, stabbing into the enemy's abdomen smoothly and cutting the tissue cleanly.
Turuk staggered for a moment, trying to stabilize his footing, but Sabrin had already withdrawn his halberd, changed his orientation and gave a wave, causing his helmet to roll bloodily on the deck.
Everything happened too quickly, from being evenly matched to being on the ground in just a few blinks, Castor immediately pulled out his power hammer in anger.
"Go to die!!"
Sabrin delivered a gift in the traditional way, quickly lowered his halberd, and then returned to his alert posture.
Castor approached quickly like a bull charge, then swung a blow, relying on the weight of the warhammer to break the thrust of the chainsaw halberd.
They kept moving, fighting, and thin metal flakes whirling and flying around them.
"You are actually even better than your company commander."
During the fight, Castor was surprised to find that the other party was unexpectedly difficult to deal with. Although he would not fail for the time being, he had already started to have to try all his strength to avoid being hit by the throat, joints and other parts.
"It's not that despicable sneak attack."
Sabrin blurted out, raising his emotions to a whole new level filled with cold anger.
"Do you really think you are strong enough to defeat the third company commander?"
The next moment, the chainsaw slash made the hammer's hammer handle tremble and made a harsh sound.
Castor staggered for a moment, almost falling down, and then he was forced to block the serration of the swift serration at his throat.
"He is the one who provoked us first!"
The malicious warrior snapped:
"Do you Knights of the Astral Realm still have any shame??"
"You don't deserve to talk about this!"
Sabrin cut off the blade and suppressed the warhammer to break through the opponent's defense.
Their helmets were only one palm-wide, illuminated by the surging decomposition position on the head of the warhammer.
"When things are over, nothing that happened before is important. When you create the first drop of blood, you should expect today!"
Sabrin said in a cruel but sincere tone.
"Up until then, stop talking about things you don't have at all."
"Traitor! You will taste what judgment is."
"You will taste what death tastes."
At this moment, the wail of Castor's joint reached its highest point, and Sabrin's weight made his arms tremble.
But Barak, who was behind him, secretly raised his arm and pointed the bomb gun in his hand at Sabrin.
But at the first moment, several red dots appeared on his helmet, and Li Lin above him whistled.
"Damn it, do you want to die immediately, right? I will fulfill you right away!"
Barack's body stiffened and he slowly lowered his arms.
At this time, Castor, who had been struggling for a long time, finally revealed his flaws and was slashed on his shoulder by Sabrin, which made him feel unbalanced. Then he took back the long halberd and prepared to take the head straight.
But that blow never came.
Chapter completed!