The huge demon engine squeezed into the battlefield at an astonishing speed. It was a hill of beasts, a hill of plague, a pile of poisonous and torn flesh, oozing gas and liquid from the wounds on the festering skin. The wide and flat face was split by the almost unchanging grin, and its sharp teeth were different and yellow. The broken corners stretched out from both sides of its head, hanging circles of internal organs and foul-stealing substances.
Soon, its eyes were fixed on Tu'shan, and then it made a laugh, as if the swelling and inflatable body exploded.
"After this praise is over, the kind father will reward the decay of the flesh."
The folds of its drooping face kept slipping down, forming a twisted smile, then the empty hand reached between its waist, digging out something and throwing it at the map'shan.
As he kept getting closer, he realized that this was the corpse of a star army that was ravaged by the plague.
With a bang, the body hit his feet, bursting like a mud-filled water ball. The turbid brown liquid gushed out from the joints of the armor, the bones creaked inside, and the rotten water sprayed on the body.
"demon!"
A salamander walked up to the 'shang', fired at the demon engine, and stitched a line of explosive bombs into the beast's chest, but it did not work well, leaving only small scars and wounds, which did not cause any pain to it. Although its chest and abdomen were riddled with holes, these were insignificant compared to the long wounds and open ulcers that had already torn its muscles - these wounds had separated its flesh and bulged out the glittering intestines and spherical organs.
The demon swung its right arm, its slack muscles swelling, trembling, its other arm held a string of rusty iron chains, each of the three giant chains ended with a pile of huge skulls.
Amid the howling sound, the flail hit the Salamander veteran, and the rapid skull whipped it out a deafening sound, hitting the Space Marine on the ground more than ten meters away, bouncing and twisting awkwardly on the uneven ground.
"Destroy it! Purify unclean beasts!"
Summoned, the Terminators gathered around the sequin and spewed flames at the huge monster.
The huge demon let out a long, giggle chuckled, mixed with Mosaviorskavilla's low command.
"Extinguish the Salamander! Kill Tu'shan!"
The vibration of the bass caused debris to fall from the ceiling, bringing a lot of thick water and waste. The Purgatory Army summoned many nervous demons and rushed to the Fire Dragons.
The shells of the Storm Blaster exploded in the decaying flesh, leaving blood marks and abscesses, but they seemed indifferent to the wound.
"Flameman, block those things!"
Picture 'Shan ordered while shooting at the demon engine with his pistol.
“Use flames and hot melts as much as possible to reduce their number.”
The Terminator who used the heavy hot melt gun made a sound of affirmation. A second later, a stream of fire spread out from the other end of the hall and fell into the wave of demons. At the same time, the propellant elements in the fire dragons' weapons burned a large number of small demons, leaving behind a pile of burning and deflated corpses.
The giant demon seemed to be really upset by losing its servant, and its raspberry laugh turned into loud grunts and painful moans, and then fired deadly shells at the salamander with the venom cannon in his hand.
Picture 'Spring approached the Demon Engine with several melee Terminators, holding Thunder Hammers and Storm Shields, like a high steel wall.
The demon turned to them, his eyes flashing with a yellow fighting spirit.
The giant monster began to cough, its stomach was undulating, and then it opened its mouth wide and spurted a thick stream of blood, insects and filth towards the pine.
The storm shields raised by the Terminators shone with energy, blocking most of the disgusting water flow, but there were still some thick balls of dirt splashing on Tim's armor, making a hissing sound like acid when they burned into the ceramic steel.
"demon!"
Picture 'Shan roared, ready for his warhammer and began to run wildly.
Fire Dragon Terminators holding thunder hammers followed closely, their weapons crackling as they gradually increased their energy, bursting with a series of energy stripes and unique impacts - the demon's body swayed and retreated when hit by a blow that could directly kill smaller creatures.
Picture'Shan avoided the flail's swing, and as the demon engine was about to swing again, he jumped up suddenly, grabbed one of the opponent's legs, injected his anger into his warhammer, and used this power weapon to deeply penetrate an exposed internal organ.
Below him, the other Terminator's thunder hammers were also slamming, tearing the demon's body.
The demon swayed his chin and the sagging flesh on it, ready to launch a new attack, and its weapon hit a Fire Dragon Terminator and crushed his helmet onto the breastplate.
Then, the 'Shan's charged blow hit hard on its stomach.
The demon engine glared down at him—the blood vessels in their eyes were as thick as ropes, and as they tried to focus, they whirlwind wildly in the sockets.
After landing, the warhammer directly broke one leg of the demon engine. The demon howled in pain. It moved its body, as if it wanted to escape, but it fell down as the second leg was broken.
The Purification Army desperately wanted to squeeze in to save their engine, but the remnants of the Astral Army and other Salamander warriors who came to support blocked their actions.
Picture 'Shan used this gap to rush up, swinging his storm messenger with the greatest force his arms could produce, the burning hammer head of the ancient weapon pounced on the broken teeth, shattering them directly, tearing off a stream of blood and mucus-containing saliva from the beast's cheeks.
“Never...tolerate…”
Picture 'Shan panting and hit the demon's skull one after another. Under the heavy pressure of the unnatural body like raindrops, the demon engine was no longer able to struggle.
“…Unclean things…Saving!”
The Salamander War Commander knew that the thing was not a flesh and blood body, but a accumulation of subspace material and spiritual energy. It did not control its brain or nervous system like a mortal. Despite this, he still pounded its head with his warhammer until there was only a bloody, pussy-filled paste left in his head.
The gas spurted out of the demon's body, and like a fountain, a ball of yellow dirt into the air, and Tu'shan rolled down from his bulky body, stained with dirt and pus and blood from head to toe.
When he stood up, the Demon Engine's arm suddenly flicked, and the remaining chains of the flail were sucked heavily on Tu's body, almost breaking the shoulder pads and breastplate. Tu's Shan staggered a few steps and pulled out the flame of death to shoot at the demon's remaining body.
As white-hot flames licked its corpse, the demon began to sink into the ground, spreading like melted fat, discoloring the floor and forming a stream around the rusted metal skeleton.
After a few breaths, Tu Shan found that his left arm had suffered a severe blow and seemed to have a fracture. At this time, Mosavi Olscavila's blade emerged from somewhere, Tu Shan quickly blocked it, his warhammer shone as it shone out from his opponent's weapon, and then headed straight for the opponent.
Chapter completed!