Although he had anticipated the enemy's ambush in advance, he still loudly warned others.
Afterwards, Soshyan held down the body with his boots, drew his long sword, and then turned around, preparing to find a new opponent.
At this time, other soul drinkers found themselves caught in an unexpected battle.
Those hidden hatches opened quietly, and the traitors who had been hiding inside poured into the warehouse in a steady stream, all rushing towards their former brothers.
The bolters fired for only a moment before the two sides began deadly hand-to-hand combat.
There were soldiers fighting in groups everywhere.
There are no battle lines and no rules here, just repeated duels.
Although they all wore the same armor and couldn't see each other's faces clearly with their helmets on, their former comrades had already clearly marked the identification numbers of friend and foe.
Now, only the blood of one side can end this battle.
As the killing progressed, the unclean pressure increased and the air thickened.
Even across the breathing unit, the soldiers felt that every breath they took was accompanied by the congestion of sewer filth.
The joyful laughter and vague words seemed to come from a non-human throat, but they also seemed to come from the air out of thin air.
The fighting rebels were not afraid of this chorus, but the loyal warriors were confused by the chirping sound.
At this time, the flashing thermometer caught Soshyan's attention, and it issued a warning of a sudden drop in temperature.
The hot air emitted from the power pack turned into a billowing cloud of steam, and the iron hooks and rotten decorations were covered with frost.
The whispers grew louder and louder, tempting everyone to lay down their weapons and threatening consequences if they didn't.
Soshyan did not understand this language, but the meaning was extremely clear.
Two warriors came to fight him, but Soshyan couldn't see their faces or hear their laughter.
But he and Sol got rid of them in a few strokes.
At this time, he suddenly felt something coming.
Soshyan looked at the still stand standing in the hall.
A light suddenly cracked in the air, like a bright room opening.
Those whispers turned into cheers, praising their champion.
Then, the invisible door suddenly opened.
Dark terror surged out, and a strange figure appeared out of thin air.
He has a distorted face and unnatural limbs, and he came to this battlefield without a helmet. His once wise and noble face was now distorted in ecstasy and superiority, and he had crossed the boundary between human and demon.
Around him, there was a dazzling light blue halo, but there was no obvious light source on the other person, which was enough to prove that it was some kind of psychic phenomenon.
The appearance of the think tank director attracted all the attention.
He holds a golden spear in his right hand, which is taller than a Space Marine. The armor is covered with spikes. The once golden eagle emblem has turned into a cunning smiley face that seems to be made of flesh and blood.
Sarpedon scanned the miserable situation in the hall with his gloomy eyes and uttered only one word.
"Stop!"
This order contained such powerful power that all the soldiers trembled.
Whether loyal or treacherous, the warriors stepped aside and stared at each other with unwavering hatred.
However, no matter how strong their fighting spirit was, the words of the think tank director forced them to remain calm.
Only Soshyan remained motionless.
A powerful force like an ice storm surrounded him, making him unyielding and ruthless.
"Soshyan."
Sarpedon raised his hand and pointed the tip of his spear at Soshyan.
"You think you can control the Soul Drinkers in this way? You are wrong! I have dealt with your mad dog, and now it's your turn! The Soul Drinkers will be free forever! Don't even think about enslaving us!"
"free."
Soshyan sneered.
"Look, look at what you look like now."
He also pointed his sword at the opponent.
"Do you deserve to be free now? You are a chaotic slave, you are even lower than a wild dog!"
Sarpedon's face immediately showed an ugly expression, which was a mixture of anger and shame.
"Shut up!!"
Angry and angry, he rushed forward brandishing his soul spear.
"You hypocritical guys have no right to accuse me!!"
Then again, under the dumbfounded gazes of the Soul Drinkers, he was kicked away by Sosh Yang.
"Killing you is easier than killing a wild dog! Even your master is the same!"
Think Tank fell more than ten meters and slid on the ground for another three or four meters before stopping.
All the bones in his body were trembling, but he gritted his teeth and climbed up with difficulty.
What happened just now frightened him. Just like in the Star Castle, as soon as he got close to Soshyan, he became extremely powerless. The power given to him by Chaos was like ice meeting fire.
Why is this?
"Untouchable?"
A noun popped into his mind.
"But how is it possible-"
But no matter what, he can't face Soshyan alone now.
So he raised his soul spear.
"Destroy him!"
After a flash of light, nine red warriors wearing armor shining with blue and gold light appeared out of thin air behind him.
Each of them wears a personal coat of arms, and each person's power armor also bears a symbol praising Xin Liezhi. The evil energy of the Chaos God infected these soulless warriors, making their armor glow.
Dim flame glow.
Soshyan squinted his eyes, and he could feel ten thousand years of hatred burning in the bodies of those armors.
As soon as they appeared, the Scarlet Letter warriors aimed their sorcery-infected bolters at Soshyan.
At this time, Mark suddenly shouted loudly.
"He has completely fallen! We swear not to associate with the fallen!!"
After saying that, the soldier roared and rushed out.
Sarpedon was stunned. He looked at his former comrades who angrily called him a traitor and heretic, and suddenly felt that the world and himself had become so strange.
"I-I'm not-"
"For the Emperor! For Dorne!"
Other loyal Soul Drinker warriors also shouted and joined Mark's charge. They had made up their minds to completely break with their former comrades.
Soon, the nine Scarlet Letter warriors, including the renegade Soul Drinker, once again had a head-on confrontation with the loyal warriors.
Soshyan quickly passed through the crowd and went straight to the think tank.
The three Scarlet Letter warriors immediately picked up their guns and shot at Soshyan. He could even hear the roar of the chaos bombs burning through the air and attacking him.
But he had already mentioned full speed, the servo of the power armor was pushed to the limit, and these corrupted bullets could not stop his rage.
Subsequently, the other three red letter warriors also began to tilt bullets at him.