Castor looked around and saw many thumb-thick chains hanging from the ceiling of the hall. Hanging on each chain was a body that had been stripped of its armor. Most of the fatal injuries were on the chest and neck. Some people
They were also stripped of their skins, and there were twenty or thirty people there.
At the same time, there were more than a dozen human heads placed on the lumen lamps on both sides of the central aisle of the hall, and the air was filled with the smell of excrement, blood and burnt meat.
This horrifying nightmare scene made the hall feel like a Shura field.
Soon, Castor, who was gritting his teeth, saw an acquaintance on a lumen lamp holder.
Third Captain Gianluca Feola——
The blood-stained face still had some of the expressions of his life, unwillingness and anger——
At this time, a figure slowly walked out from the tattered curtain on the stage.
"Bastards!! You bastards!!!!!"
Seeing his brothers in the company die so tragically, Adams lost control almost instantly. He screamed and rushed forward, but was hugged tightly by the person behind him.
Castor slowly moved his gaze towards the figure on the stage.
"Star! Realm! Knight!"
Sabourin, standing in the center of the slaughterhouse, slowly raised his head. The scarlet eyepiece on the pale skull mask reflected Castor's distorted face.
"What do you mean!"
"Punishment, nothing more."
"You are betraying! This is heresy! You will be judged and excommunicated!"
Castor shouted, pointing around.
"You will pay for everything you did today!"
"Quiet, as a biting dog you shouldn't be so noisy."
Sabourin grabbed a broken arm and struck the railing of the stage with it like a stick.
"The repayment is not over yet, we will discuss the price after it is over."
"I will chop off your head. Then you will know what the price is."
"Then hurry up. After this is over, this place will be——"
As he spoke, Sablin raised his arm and suddenly opened his palm.
"Boom! No one will know what happened, right?"
Castor was startled and looked around subconsciously. The other party obviously told him that explosives were placed here.
He wanted to lead the team away immediately, but the other party was obviously not prepared to give him this opportunity.
"Come!"
Sabourin threw away his broken arm, picked up the chain saw halberd stuck on the floor, jumped off the stage, landed heavily, and swung his arm violently, smashing all the chairs around him and flying them away.
Then, he raised his bloody halberd and pointed it at everyone.
"Who's first?"
Castor stepped out, feeling his blood sing with the chemical stimulant--a song of agony emanating from the ancient armor's pulse-point injection port.
Instead of wielding a melee weapon, he drew his plasma pistol, which drew uneasy murmurs.
The ribbed magnetic coil on the back of the weapon shone with bright fluorescence, giving Castor a ghostly blue glow.
"You bastard, I'm not in the mood to challenge you, and you don't deserve such an honor!"
Sabourin looked at the weapon belonging to the war group, tilted his head to the right, and laughed without emotion.
"are you sure?"
At this time, a scream suddenly sounded.
"above!"
Castor raised his head and saw ripples in the shadows. Space Marines wearing gray armor with blue edges emerged from the darkness, like strange sculptures rising from the asphalt.
His heart suddenly became tense.
This is impossible. There was nothing there when they came in. How did these people hide their whereabouts?
But whether he believed it or not, at least fifty Space Marines stood quietly on the wide platform like statues, with the bolt guns in their hands pointing downwards. Castor even saw heavy bolt bombs and plasma
Weapons. If there is a firefight, their chances of winning are very low, and support is still on the way.
"good."
Castor put away his plasma pistol, but before he could speak again, senior veteran Turuk had jumped out.
"Let me pick you bastard!"
Turuk rushed directly towards Sablin, using the weight of the chain sword in his hand to strike down at the opponent.
But before it fell, the chain saw's sharp teeth tangled together, pulling out a string of sparks along the blade.
Sabourin reacted quickly, moved very quickly, and resolved the impact in the blink of an eye.
The two then continued to fight, and the blades spun around, making crisp sounds as they were struck and retracted.
Sabourin took fifteen seconds to figure out the fighter's routine, then feinted to the left, using the length of his weapon to induce his opponent to move slightly to the other side, waiting for the opponent's intentional correction, then suddenly broke away from the contact and went straight
Thrust forward.
Amidst the ear-piercing metal screams, the tip of the chain saw halberd shone as it penetrated the breastplate, smoothly piercing the enemy's abdomen and cutting through the tissue cleanly.
Turuk staggered, trying to regain his footing, but Sabourin had already withdrawn his halberd, changed direction, and swung his helmet, sending his helmet tumbling bloody to the deck.
Everything happened so fast, from being evenly matched to having his head on the ground in just a few blinks of an eye, Castor immediately drew out his power hammer angrily.
"Go to hell!!"
Sabourin saluted in the traditional way, quickly lowered his halberd, and then returned to his alert posture.
Castor approached quickly like a bull charging, and then swung a blow, relying on the weight of the warhammer to break the spur of the chain saw.
They kept moving, kept fighting, metal flakes whirling around them.
"You are actually more powerful than your company commander."
During the fight, Castor was surprised to find that the opponent was unexpectedly difficult. Although he would not fail for the time being, he had to use all his strength to avoid being hit in the throat, joints and other parts.
"It's not that despicable sneak attack."
Sabourin blurted out, taking the emotion to a whole new level of cold anger.
"Do you really think you are strong enough to defeat the third company commander?"
The next moment, the sharp slash of the chain saw made the handle of the war hammer tremble and made a harsh sound.
Castor staggered, almost falling, and then he was forced to block the rapidly rotating sawtooth at his throat.
"He was the one who provoked us first!"
The malevolent warrior snapped:
"Do you Star Knights still have any sense of shame!?"
"You don't deserve to talk about this!"
Sabourin chopped off the blade and held down the war hammer in an attempt to break through the opponent's defense.
The visors of their helmets were only a hand's width apart, illuminated by the surging decomposition of the war hammer's head.
"When this is over, everything that happened before will no longer matter. When you produce the first drop of blood, you should expect today!"
Sabourin said in a cruel but sincere tone.
"Until then, stop talking about things you don't even own."
"Traitor! You will taste what judgment feels like."
"You will taste what death is like."
At this moment, the moaning of Castor's joints reached its highest point, and Sabourin's heavy pressure made his arms tremble.
Barak, who was behind, secretly raised his arm and pointed the bolt gun in his hand at Sablin.
But immediately, several red dots appeared on his helmet, and Li Lin above him whistled.
"Damn it, you want to die right away? I'll make it happen right away!"
Barak stiffened and slowly lowered his arm.
At this time, Castor, who had been struggling for a long time, finally showed his flaw, and was struck on the shoulder by Sabourin with a halberd, knocking him off balance. Then he withdrew the halberd and prepared to take the head directly.