Gorgri spun on his heel, the think tank director's blood still dripping on his blade.
The opponent did not use psychic powers from beginning to end, but used the swordsmanship that he was least good at to fight Golgri, which gave Golgrid a little more hesitation when he made his move.
"Surrender."
Blade and blade were locked in a stalemate for a moment, and the Librarian captured Gorgori's sword in the web woven by his chainsword.
"I didn't do anything wrong."
But the other party read this sentence like a curse.
"Golgri, have you forgotten our concept of freedom? How long ago was it last when you saw the military Q&A? Are you really willing to be a lackey of the Terran Council?"
Gorgri laughed angrily. This was the first time Sarpedon had seen such a thing.
But the movement of his lips did not add warmth to his sculptured face, and the rocks had more heat than the smile just now.
Gorgli said nothing but that smile,
So Sarpedon responded with a smile, just as solemn and lifeless.
Suddenly, the young Chapter Master waved his power sword contemptuously to deflect the chainsaw blade that was stabbing him in the stomach, stepped forward and entered the defense range of the Librarian, and slammed the opponent's head with the metal glove he clenched.
The director of the think tank stepped back, his forehead was smashed, leaving a line of dazzling blood.
But Gorgli pursued him closely, deflecting the opponent's chain sword with a decisive slash, cutting open the fragile crotch connection of the power armor, and spilling a stream of blood.
Sarpedon tried to fight back. These injuries had not yet affected other parts of his genetically enhanced body. He pulled the chain saw blade along Golgri's left shoulder armor, trying to cut into the side of the opponent's neck, but was immediately blocked by the power sword.
down and locked.
"Death! Traitor!"
Gorgori's snarling hands plowed the sword through the Librarian's breastplate, stabbed it through his back, and then drew out his sword.
Impaled and disemboweled, Sarpedon fell to his knees.
"Well……"
Everyone froze, and it was obvious that the winner had been decided.
Sarpedon covered his wound, but blood continued to overflow from his body, like a broken water tank.
Soon, his legs were soaked in his own blood.
"This is the price of betrayal, forgive me, brother."
Golgory stepped forward and placed a glove on the head of the dying think tank director, like some kind of blessing ceremony.
And his sword slowly moved towards the opponent's neck.
"I don't want this either, but the war group cannot become rebellious. This is my responsibility."
But when it came time to actually swing the sword, Gorgli found that the sword in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Does he really want to kill the respected think tank director in front of everyone?
Is there really no turning point in things at all?
"you are wrong……"
A distant whisper came from the mouth of the think tank director who lowered his head, and Gorgori was stunned for a moment.
"What--"
Suddenly, all the lighting equipment in the hall began to burn, and a disgusting smell of rotten meat and spoiled dairy products filled the air. The blood on the ground began to squirm like life, forming an evil symbol.
Sarpedon raised his head sharply.
At that moment, he stopped whispering, and Golgrid stood frozen on the spot.
The young Chapter Leader suddenly fell into a world of blood and fire, surrounded by corpses in purple power armor, piled as high as a mountain.
A dozen standing corpses surrounded him, most of them mutilated, some with weapons stuck in their bodies.
They stared at him with silent eyes, pointed at him with their fingers, and roared at him:
"You failed!"
"You killed everyone!"
"loser!"
Golgri was spinning in panic, and suddenly he saw the face of one of them, the former Chapter Master who handed over the Chapter to him.
"You have failed us! You have failed the honor of the Chapter!"
"No-I-"
In reality, Gorgli's eyes were dull and he was frozen in place, muttering to himself. He was already deeply trapped in an illusion.
This is a secret passed down from generation to generation by the Think Tank of the Soul Drinkers Chapter. When they awaken their psychic powers, they will also awaken a talent. This talent allows them to directly penetrate the enemy's spiritual world and drag the opponent into the most feared illusion in their hearts.
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It has also been called "hell coming" by think tanks.
When it was confirmed that Gorgri was trapped in the illusion, the Librarian jumped to his feet and jumped towards his brother, his Chapter Master.
This unexpected attack made Golgri's balance, skills and tactics useless.
The moment he came to his senses, they transformed into a pair of brothers playing wrestling, rolling on the ground in pairs, holding each other's necks with both hands.
After a moment of confusion, Sarpedon entrenched himself above Gorgri's body.
"What's this!!"
Shouts of surprise came from the onlookers' mouths.
Sarpedon's lower body began to boil violently, rolling and twisting in an unnatural way, and his flesh and bones expanded and surged like fluid.
And he himself began to scream.
First, the armor began to deform, and then the endless changes caused his power armor to split in half from the waist. Veins surging with electric energy coursed through his pale skin, and crystal frost appeared on his body.
Soon, amidst the terrifying sounds of flesh and bone deforming, Sarpedon's body suddenly stood upright. No limbs could be distinguished below his waist. The swelling tissue and bursting energy twisted and pointed on his body.
The screams turned into indistinct crazy laughter.
In the blink of an eye, the former director of the think tank disappeared.
Now, a monster appeared in front of everyone, with a tattered black cloak draped over its armored shoulders, organic spines emerging from under its rag cloak, and its eyes burning with eternal flames.
And it doesn't even need weapons, because its lower body has turned into a spider-shaped arthropod with long claws at the end, and it has tasted the blood of Golgri.
It was once a Septon Astartes, but is now imbued with the power of Chaos.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The pale pink saliva slid down from Sarpedon's sharp teeth, and he grabbed Gorgli's neck in a hook shape with his hands.
To enhance this slowest and most brutal form of murder, the killer looks his prey directly in the eyes.
"Die."
Murmurs that sounded like curses came out intermittently from his bleeding lips.
"You never deserved to be Chapter Master!"
Just like the other side of the mirror image, Golgory's gloves also gripped the opponent's throat tightly.
But the opponent's advantage is obviously greater.
The sharp mutated lower limbs penetrated Gorgli's body, pinning him to the ground, piercing one of his hearts, causing blood to continuously flow from his mouth, and almost drowning him.
"Go to hell! Go to hell!"
Sarpedon shook Golgory's neck and smashed his head against the hard stone, again and again.
"Go to hell now! Go back to that dark hell!"
"Chapter Master!"
The recruits roared and drew their weapons, and then Ictinos stood up and shouted:
"No one is allowed to interrupt this duel!"
Veterans have also turned their guns on their former compatriots.
At this time, Sarpedon had already picked up Gorgori's fallen sword and raised it high.
"die--"
"stop!!!!!"
With a sharp shout, the people in the control hall were kicked away hard. Soshyan, holding the Holy Flame Sword, rushed up quickly, followed closely by Thor and Savita.
But Sarpedon turned a deaf ear and thrust his sword hard.
"No------"
In an instant, blood spattered, and the chain saw blade placed on the top of Seveta's halberd began to roar.
"Go away!!!!!"
Soshyan rushed towards Sarpedon quickly, hitting him like a tank and knocking him away.
The force of this blow almost paralyzed Sarpedon, who was struggling and squirming on the ground. In anger, Soshiyang's gray marrow was automatically activated, and a coldness from the depths of his soul made the think tank director scream.