The Dark Eldar who was hit by the poisonous crystal suddenly screamed involuntarily.
This poison chip was a "hidden weapon" that Jacob had always kept on his body. He originally wanted to keep it as a souvenir, but he never thought that this bullet would one day hit its owner.
The Dark Eldar did not expect that Jacob's marksmanship was not the most accurate, but his performance in throwing throwing knives was the best among all recruits - this was largely due to his childhood spent in a gang.
"Dead ape!!!"
Pulling out the poison chip, the Dark Eldar squeezed out a pure roar from his throat due to pain and shame, and then shot forward like an angry black snake.
In the blink of an eye, the scimitar was in front of him, and the attack he swung almost crushed Jacob, but Jacob somehow blocked it and only suffered a slight scratch.
But at this moment he realized that there was no hope. Without the weapon, the opponent could easily cut off his remaining arm.
So he immediately made the decision that he would at least take his enemy with him to hell, then completely let go of his defense, faced the fatal blow, and swung his fist.
The Dark Eldar's conditioned reflex blow cut the weapon deeply into Jacob's chest. Under the severe pain, Jacob fell forward into the darkness, knowing that death would welcome him there, but in
Before that——
"Well!"
Jacob's fist smashed into the enemy's face, his helmet shattered and blood spilled.
He felt the satisfaction of completing his revenge, and then there was a sharp pain in his chest. The other party covered his face and stepped back, and also pulled out the scimitar.
On the other side, Armin, who was fighting fiercely, finally noticed the opponent's weird weapon, which was a straight knife with runes on it. Its blade was black, and red runes flashed on it with pent-up energy.
No one needed to tell him, Armin knew that if it touched him, he would definitely die.
He used both hands to slash the power sword again. Valosian raised his arm to parry, and the blade collided with the blade, making a clanging sound like a hammer striking an anvil.
After one breath, Valosian fired back at Armin.
Armin tried his best to jump away, but his armor was still scratched with a deep mark.
They circled cautiously now, weapons at the ready.
The next second, Armin's nerves tensed up as the opponent's knife let out an eerie and low groan - it somehow came alive and had feelings, and Jacob could feel it.
"That's right."
Valosian whispered, guessing Armin's thoughts.
"This weapon will drink your blood and devour your soul at the same time. Listen, it is very thirsty."
"First it has to hit me."
Armin struck out hard at the enemy, growling deep in his throat.
Valosian ducked low and launched a fierce counterattack with lightning-quick reaction speed.
"I don't think that's going to be a problem."
Before he finished speaking, the Chief Consul launched a series of attacks that made Armin almost unstoppable.
The Space Marines parried and barely escaped the onslaught, the slender alien's speed and strength incredible.
Armin knew his own strength, but at this moment, compared to the other party, he actually looked like a child.
"Oops!"
After barely deflecting another heavy attack, Armin's arm felt numb from the impact.
Fighting with this kind of opponent is beyond the scope of madness. It is simply stupid. There is no way to defeat such an enemy.
Armin felt that he might as well give up, which would save him some pain in the end.
The next moment, Armin realized that these thoughts did not come from himself, but that he was being affected by some external force. The sad dirge from that weapon was affecting him.
The effect was weak and frustrating, its hellish scream weakening Armin's arms and will.
In his prayers to the Emperor, Armin became determined again, shook off the influence, parried Valosian's sword, and began a frantic offensive, causing the Chief Consul to retreat step by step.
"well played."
Suddenly, Valosian unexpectedly kicked out with his boot, hitting Armin in the groin.
At that moment, he felt his armor being shattered by an impact like a sledgehammer. The huge impact caused him to roll backwards and hit the ground heavily.
Armin let the momentum of his fall drive him to roll backwards, and finally stood up with his feet under him, pain pouring into his body from his groin area.
While he was staggering, Valosian had already shortened the distance between the two at a terrifying speed. He held up the howling Exhaustion Blade, preparing for the final blow.
At that moment, Armin felt a numbing weakness spreading throughout his body.
He knew that he had no strength to block the fatal blow and that his life must be over. All he could do was watch the other party getting closer and closer. He was confused by the glowing runes and the wailing song.
It would only take a moment for him to feel its bone-chilling chill, and if what the other person said was true, he would feel his soul being sucked out of his still-living body.
"Get away!"
With a scream, a green stream of light fell from the sky, covering Armin, and instantly deflected Valosian's sharp blade, causing him to fly out under the impact.
Armin raised his head and saw a Thunderhawk parked in the sky, and a petite figure slowly descending——
"Ms. Veronica!?"
Veronica, wearing a light gray blouse and a light green skirt, appeared in everyone's eyes like a goddess. Her appearance even stopped the last rainy night.
She maintained her human appearance, her long hair fluttering in the wind, holding a witch sword in one hand and a staff in the other, glaring at those fallen fellows with her eyes.
After stopping his momentum with two consecutive backflips, Valosian raised his head, with an expression of confusion and ecstasy on his face.
"Looks like I'm so lucky, it's so beautiful..."
Veronica then turned her head and looked at the piles of corpses and injured people on the rock wall, sadness rising on her eyebrows.
She could imagine how heartbroken Soshyan must have been when he saw this scene.
At this time, the green gem on the ancient staff named Heart of Avalon in Veronica's hand began to shine, and the vortex-like air flow rolled out from the inside out, mixed with starlight, and blew from above to the recruits below,
Including the wounded who fell to the ground.
The Great Prophet once told her that she must not use the power of this ancient artifact unless there was an extremely critical moment, but Veronica couldn't care less at this time.
"Um?"
Jacob, who was enduring the pain and preparing to die, suddenly felt an unprecedented power filling his body, and the pain and darkness were driven away by the warmth.
What was even more astonishing was that his left arm, which had been hanging limply by his side, regained consciousness!
He didn't have time to think too much, so he rushed forward, kicked over the enemy he had been entangled with all night, then swooped up and knocked the opponent to the ground. He first punched the opponent twice in the chest, and then pinched the opponent's wrist with both hands.
Helmet, thumb pierced the eyepiece, and pressed hard while the opponent struggled.
"die!!!!!!"
The palms of the Dark Eldar slapped Jacob's face, but they were so powerless. The wailing he made represented that he was experiencing the greatest terror in his life.
"Die to me!!!!"
Jacob roared and pressed his thumb down hard until he felt something was broken, and a large amount of blood gushes out from the crack in the helmet, and the other person stopped struggling, and then Jacob stood up again.
He was panting, but he didn't feel tired. He turned around and looked around, and found that the wounded were actually getting up.