By the time Catillo was saved, Ustad had just happened to kill his demonic counterpart.
Fury guided his blade, and he pierced the four-legged beast's head with his long sword, cutting off the right half.
Ustad could feel his body fluids boiling like a steam furnace.
Since the start of the battle, he has suffered eighteen injuries, including a whip piercing his right thigh muscle, a fractured forearm bone, and a broken little finger, while others include falls, cuts, and severe concussion bruises.
His metabolism has been greatly increased, trying to make up for the needs of the battle, trying to suppress or delay pain, trying to maintain peak physical performance, and trying to speed up healing and repair.
The energy expenditure has caused his body temperature to rise several degrees, and his body is rapidly burning the fat reserves in his body.
Ustad knew that he would soon need hydrolyzate and additional analgesics to maintain excellent fighting condition.
Suddenly, two demons rushed out of the gap in the door and knocked him to the ground.
Already exhausted, he suddenly felt a heavy burden on his body.
He couldn't stand up.
When his attention was attracted by external things, his peak body temperature began to drop rapidly.
In an instant, the entire world turned into a slow stop-motion animation in Ustad's eyes.
Those Astra Militarum who are still fighting, those demons who are tearing them apart, the Aquila emblem on the shattered gate, everything is so——
"ha……"
Squeezing out the last breath of heat from his chest, Ustad stood up again slowly, like a puppet.
The two demons who were about to attack him suddenly seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, becoming slow and weak.
Unnatural howls came from their mouths, but there was only pain in them.
The power sword fell with a screeching arc of electricity.
Ustad stared at it, more like a living creature with its own anger than a weapon in his hands.
He watched it fall, and for a few seconds his genetically enhanced brain expanded.
He watched as it touched the point of impact, the thin edges of the molecules cutting through the twisted flesh, and sparks bursting out as the power of the warp tore it apart.
The sword's edge penetrates deep into the flesh, calmly and quickly, cutting and burning.
The smell of meat, burnt meat, rushed into his nostrils.
The sound made by the enemy could not be said to be a scream, but more like a moan and a futile cry.
The dirty blood gushes out, just like wine gushes out of a broken vat. It changes from flowing out to spurting out, and the viscous liquid gathers into a pool at his feet.
The demon fell apart in an instant, with his upper left shoulder, arm, and half of his chest split open.
With his opponent eliminated, Ustad continued to move forward, crushing the enemy's skull with his huge boots made of fine porcelain.
He only had one thought left - there were more enemies yet to die.
Countless enemies shriek dark hymns to Chaos with their foul tongues, but he will kill them all today and soak the soil of this insignificant world with their remains.
He charged like a bomb into the enemy crowd crowding the gap in the gate.
While running, the deformed heads exploded into pink-purple blood mist, and the slender limbs turned into sticky mud.
Not a single ounce of killing power is wasted.
Ustad had taken off his helmet, but not for any reason.
His face was filled with frost, and gray veins were like the rhizomes of some kind of plant, covering his neck and face.
The power sword smoked from the blood it had just stained, and hot steam spread from it into the cold air.
He fell into a rage, like radiation, making the demons feel like a cold hell surrounding them.
When it goes deeper, the anger becomes as black as the void, as if it wants to absorb everything.
Suddenly, a bright beam of light rushed out from the heretic's line, which was a close-range shot from a laser cannon.
Ustad flinched, his eyelids closing quickly to protect his eyes from the blinding beam.
One-tenth of a second later, when he looked at the object again, a large crater was ablated less than half a meter around him.
"I am the Emperor's Blade!"
Enraged by the attack, Ustad shouted the name of the Holy Emperor and charged into the enemy formation. His speed was incredibly fast at this moment.
His sword turned into a bright flash of light, death followed, and the tide of demons was instantly overwhelmed.
The enemy manipulating the laser cannon was frightened out of his wits by the thunderous war cry of the angel. Even the hypnosis of the Slaanesh demon could not cover up the voice of anger and revenge.
But when the cultist turned around and took a step, the hot sword penetrated his sternum, exploding a chaotic crimson liquid from his spine.
They closed the distance and fell into a cruel embrace.
Taking advantage of the fact that the traitor was still alive, Ustad did not hesitate to rip out the cultist's throat with his free hand.
Pfft——
Blood spurted out from the heretic's destroyed body like a spring, splashing onto Ustad's face, dyeing his vision red.
The warm liquid came into contact with his cold face, and he suddenly realized that he was so cold.
An unprecedented biting coldness completely enveloped him in his arms.
Unable to hold himself up, Ustad immediately fell to his knees and spat out a string of condensed, cold blood drops from his mouth.
When he raised his head, he dimly saw a Chimera a hundred meters away, aiming its twin heavy explosive bombs at him.
He glanced at the sky again.
Why didn't support arrive?
Why--
At this time, the Chimera, which was about to shoot at Ustad, suddenly started its powerful engine, sprayed out a cloud of black exhaust gas, and began to reverse quickly.
Ustad could hear the sound of the tracks, and the huge body began to tremble. The main turret began to rotate to the left, and the twin heavy bombs gradually lifted up.
The rebels gathered around dispersed in a hurry to avoid being crushed to death by the urgent movement of the tanks.
What is it doing?
At this time, a scream came from the sky.
Something seems to be falling.
A violent impact came from the Chimera's muzzle, shaking up large amounts of dust around it. The explosive bomb penetrated into the thick fog, leaving a spiral trajectory that slowly dissipated. It was impossible to confirm that it hit anything.
The next second, an explosion followed, fast and bright, hot and violent, and the twisted outline of the Chimera was instantly wiped out.
Ustad's eyes widened.
He saw it.
Amidst the thick smoke and flames, a huge chain saw halberd was thrust diagonally into the burning metal ruins, like a crooked tombstone. At its end, a helmet and a pale skull with blood-colored bat wings were tied with a chain.
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The empty eye sockets seemed to have lightning embedded in them, glaring at the battlefield in the firelight.
"This is--"
Ustad wanted to say something, but something blocked his throat.
Then he heard the roar, the roar of engines, coming from above.
He looked up and saw a Stormcrow gunboat with a silver-grey paint job.
More importantly, the hatch of the gunboat's weapon operator's cabin has been opened, and a figure without a helmet is clinging to the edge of the gunboat, holding tightly to the gun barrel on one side with one hand.
When it reached the sky above the destroyed Chimera, the figure let go of its hand and jumped down from a height of 100 meters!