"Come on, the mess of sub-space!"
The sound of Falzade's cry quickly attracted the attention of the bloodthirsty maniac. When he realized that the little thing in front of him was provoking him, the bloodthirsty maniac roared and spit out a fire spear, but Falzade was still motionless. The flames separated left and right before they touched him. The steel they touched melted into bubbles. The mortals or cyborgs they accidentally encountered were screaming in the active fire.
The grey pulp was pumping inside Falzad's body, and he felt the hot smoke surrounding him disappear, and his armor gradually covered with frost.
At this moment, he felt unprecedented power, as if he was extraordinary and saint.
Falzade was spinning the battle axe in his hand, and the decomposition force field surrounded it, causing lightning to shine on his side, and then his whole body rushed out like an arrow from the string.
He never cared about defense, he prefers offense.
The bloodthirsty maniac suddenly felt that the subspace power that supported him began to stagnate. It realized what was going on and immediately waved the battle axe to try to solve the invisible person before he was completely weak.
Falzade was wandering around the edge of the battle axe that fell from the demon's hand, as elegant as a cloud of vague mercury. The grey marrow was particularly surging today. He had never felt so swift, so agility, and such powerful control.
Then he turned behind the bloodthirsty maniac, cut into the defensive corner that it could not take into account, and launched a fierce attack.
The two battle axes flashed side by side alternately, and one of the bloodthirsty madmen's legs was almost separated, which almost made its body tilt.
However, before Falzad continued to pursue, several Chaos Space Marines rushed over, and he could only turn around to deal with these guys.
At this time, Zhu Fu also entered the battlefield. When his battle axe rose and fell, there would always be a few apology soldiers or combat robots falling.
When the blood was spilling, Zhu Fu felt the call of massacre. The price of the blood god's favor was that they would feel his hunger and thirst, as well as the urge to conquer everything caused by the desire for battle and madness, but Zhu Fu had to restrain this impulse. If he exudes his anger casually, then they would die without a place to bury them.
The Blood God’s expectation for him is victory, so let the physical work of harvesting the skull be handed over to other reckless men.
Then, he set his sights on Falzad, who was obviously a company commander. If he could behead the opponent, he might be able to quickly form an overwhelming advantage, but that guy seemed to be quite strong, and the bloodthirsty maniac didn't seem to be an opponent.
Zhu Fu immediately summoned several Blood Worship Terminators, who used powerful killing weapons such as hot melt and plasma.
He planned to deal with the company commander from a distance.
Suddenly, a termer's head and chest were hit by two balls of plasma. When the corpse fell, the weapon in his hand subconsciously pulled, and the released hot melt swept across the battlefield and killed many of his own people.
Oscar and Zod's team discovered the Chaos Space Marine's attempt and immediately came to stop it.
"Protect the company commander!"
A team of nine people organized a shooting line to suppress the Chaos Terminator who was trying to fire. Zhu Fu narrowed his eyes and then took a step forward.
If someone is seeking death, he doesn't mind harvesting the skull himself.
"Be careful! The enemy is coming."
Zhu Fu was obviously very conspicuous, especially when he led several Terminators to charge, Oscar tried to shoot at the opponent's head while reminding him, but all of them were blocked by the huge battle axe, and this enchanted weapon could not do anything to plasma.
When the blaster on Zhu Fu's arm began to roar, a teammate immediately fell down in the team, but immediately got up again, with obvious scars on his shoulder armor.
When the huge Chaos warlord roared, Oscar raised his sword to fight, but the huge force instantly knocked him away and fell to the ground.
While gasping, Oscar felt something injected into his blood, and he could feel the cold pumping into his blood vessels, as if his body was placed in a freezer compartment.
But on the other hand, his world has become extremely keen.
Grain.
Although Oscar has transplanted gray graft, he has never really used it himself, and he even thought he might not have talent.
Then he quickly got up. At this time, Zhu Fu had already beheaded a member of their team Yalong with a battle axe. Hate and anger instantly ignited Oscar's blood.
"kill!!"
He rushed up at a very fast speed. Zhu Fu noticed the threat and swung his axe contemptuously.
Bang —
The violent metal impact sounded across the battlefield.
"Um!?"
In shock, Zhu Fu's battle axe was repelled by the power sword, and he even felt that his wrist was almost broken.
The opponent's strength seemed to have suddenly increased several times!
One is a terror-torn warlord who has been killed in battle formations for a long time, and the other is a war sergeant who has been in the battle group for less than a hundred years. However, the two showed completely different situations. Zhu Fu retreated step by step in the fierce attack, while Oscar continued to launch continuous attacks.
The Terminators who tried to join the battle were stopped by combat robots and more space warriors.
Just as the battle entered the intense stage, a strange reinforcement broke through the wall and suddenly appeared on the battlefield.
They have a sturdy and slightly short body, their bronze skin is wrapped with strong muscles with rock-like edges and angular edges. Below their waist are blue-gray protective pants and armor. The naked upper body depicts a unique tattoo with dark paint. A pump-moving motor is tied behind the waist. The chest and shoulders are inlaid with flashing runes. In addition, their hair and beard are all dyed into a less common orange-yellow or red color, with a strong color.
The stout furnace descendants ran and made strange calls, which scared the wise men and the wise men of the army. If they hadn't had friendly signs on them, they would have let the rapporteers open fire on the spot.
There were about four or five hundred deep rock berserkers, holding tomahawks and fists gloves flashing with plasma halos, and iron hammers, sweeping towards the chaotic battlefield like a strong wind passing through the border.
The leader was Graham, the clan leader, who held up the ancient clan axe and made a vow of fighting to the ancestor Wotan.
"In the name of the ancestor Wotan, destroy these evil creatures that are supreme to heaven!!!"
Amid the shouts, a running figure rushed towards Graham, a Chaos Space Marine, holding a blood-stained sword and heading straight to the neck of the leader of the Deep Rock Clan.
Graham leaned down flexibly with his body shape that was completely inconsistent, and used his shoulder to hit the crotch of the evil god's lackey. The huge force caught the Chaos Space Marine off guard and tilted directly to the side. Graham then raised his axe and shattered the monster's head directly, as if it was just a ripe melon.
Chapter completed!