The World Eater let out a low roar as Soshyan withdrew the sword from Morinite's chest.
Then he swung the chainsaw blindly, as if he was holding a torch to banish darkness, but failed to hit any target.
The feeling of coldness and disgust coming from Soshyan became even stronger. Morinit felt that what was standing in front of him was not a space warrior, but a small black hole, which was pulling his soul away from his body bit by bit.
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This feeling made him very frightened, because his soul only belonged to the Blood God. If he could not return to the Blood God, everything he had fought for would be meaningless.
"Get away! Get away!"
Morinite screamed and tried to drive the opponent away, but it was of no use.
The silver-gray silhouette flashed past him, and then the heavy serrated battle ax fell to the ground with a clang, and the hand holding the ax fell with it.
Wherever the World Eater's blood flowed, it was as bright as molten gold on the metal floor. The fuel tank was still burning, and the sparks were swept into the air by the wind, like a swarm of fireflies, and turned into blackened ashes when they fell back.
The World Eater pulled out the fighting dagger from the scabbard tied to his calf and tried to stand up on his knees, but the tip of the sword was already under his chin.
"You failed, your so-called god did not bless you."
Soshyan gasped and said, those extraordinary touches had left him, and the cold blood was freezing his heart.
But he could still stand, and saw the soft part of the armor against the World Eater's throat. The silver blade surrounded the opponent's neck armor with colorful colors, but it did not touch the surface of the opponent's neck armor at all.
"The Emperor will spit on your soul. Die."
That moment is coming, and with just a slight movement of the wrist and a little bit of force, the World Eater's head will roll off his shoulders.
Soshyan gritted his teeth and flicked his wrist.
But the blade did not move. It was quietly pressed against the World Eater's throat, but it could not penetrate.
There is no gasping when the trachea and arteries are cut open, no feeling when the head and neck are separated.
Soshyan felt a lump of ice stuck in his throat, and his limbs were as heavy as iron. He struggled to control the arm holding the sword but was resisted, and the blade still refused to move even an inch.
As his limbs resisted him, a trembling numbness spread from his fingertips and climbed up his arms.
"Why is it this time..."
A strong sense of dizziness hit Soshyan's head hard. The muscles of his sword-holding hand were locked, and the tight tendons pressed against the bones.
The biting cold air overwhelmed his senses, his vision tightened, and everything in front of him was compressed into a line.
The next second, the sound stopped, and a feeling of dizziness stole the balance from his legs.
"Your Majesty the Blood God——"
It was a cold blow that refocused Soshyan's world. Morinite suddenly rose up and hit his chest directly, and the fighting dagger was half-deep in his chest.
Morinette took off his helmet and let out a big breath from between his teeth, his broken face like a painful puzzle piece.
Then he used all his strength to pierce the opponent's chest with the dagger, and he almost did it.
The dagger penetrated the armor, black carapace and rib plates, but before it touched his heart, a strong chill crawled along the dagger to Morinite's shoulder, and he found that he had lost control of his arm.
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"Blood God! Blood God is opening his arms to me!"
The World Eater laughed maniacally, fell backwards and drew out his dagger.
In an instant, sticky blood flowed down the silver-gray armor intermittently. When he was about to stab him a second time, Soshyan's long sword had already penetrated his head from top to bottom.
With a gurgling gasp, the World Eater's head, which was almost split in two, spurted out the last mouthful of blood, staining the eagle emblem on Soshyan's chest, and then fell softly to the ground.
"Well……"
Soshyan let go of the sword, staggered back a few steps, covered the wound on his chest and fell to the ground.
He was lucky that the opponent's sword tip was just a little bit away from his heart. Even if he was stabbed, it would not be a fatal injury, but he would have to train for a while before he could fight.
"Chapter Master!"
The new recruits of the battle group immediately gathered around nervously, including the pharmacist Nasin Balitaem. He immediately injected a large amount of medicine into Soshyan's body, but when he touched Soshyan's neck
At that time, I was shocked.
"Chapter Master! Your body temperature-"
Soshyan raised his hand and shook it, signaling him to keep quiet. Balitaem immediately closed his mouth and silently treated Soshyan's wound.
After noticing that the body temperature had begun to rise slowly, Soshyan held down the pharmacist's busy hand and said:
"I'm fine. You hurry up and collect the gene seeds of the fallen soldiers."
"yes."
Balitaem stood up and began to count the casualties.
In the previous conflict, 3 battle brothers were killed, 1 was seriously injured, and 3 were slightly injured.
The lightly wounded were able to move on their own, but the seriously injured was mainly missing an arm and had a head wound. Balitaem briefly dealt with it, and then prepared to return to the Starfire's medical room for further treatment.
Then he turned to the five fallen warriors.
He knelt next to the body of a battle brother. His armor had been hacked to pieces, but still retained enough of its original appearance.
Balitaem turned the body over, and the deceased's helmet hit the floor with a thud.
Then he stretched out his hand and started to recover his brother's gene seed. First, there was a vibration in the healing hand, and then the built-in power made an insect-like chirping sound. The medical probe's electric saw and vibrating scalpel started buzzing.
Cutting broken ceramic.
However, due to lack of experience, Balitaem's progress was very slow, so the pharmacist gritted his teeth and pressed the probe against the armor that was melted together by the impact and high heat. After applying enough force, the armor pieces were finally like blackened eggshells.
Cut out the gaps the same way.
Then he quickly inserted his fingers and peeled off the soldier's neck protector.
The face of the dead soldier was horribly pale, with dried blood still smeared on it. His eyes were wide-eyed, as if he had been glaring at the enemy until his death.
For a moment, the pharmacist did not recognize the identity of the deceased, but finally he remembered.
Moria.
The soldiers who belong to the first combat team are also new recruits undergoing transformation at the same time as him.
The pharmacist closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the passing of his comrade, then put his gauntlet against the corpse's jaw and started the recycler.
There was a moist popping sound, and a piece of pink-gray flesh bounced into the small glass bottle of the medical probe. Then the pharmacist checked the piece of tissue with the naked eye, confirmed that it was still intact, and stored it in the memory.
After returning to the Starfire, he had to further inspect the recovered gene seeds to confirm that there were no problems before they could be saved as reserve seeds for the war group.
As he got closer, he pierced the chest of the war dead with a drill, buried it deeply, and took out the second gene seed.
Although they are all new recruits, they have been undergoing transformation for more than ten years, and the new gene seeds have matured.
After collecting the gene seeds of the first war dead, Balitaem turned to the second one. With the experience of the first one, the progress of the second one was much faster.
During this process, Soshyan basically recovered his body temperature. After he touched the wound to confirm that the bleeding had stopped, he used the communicator to summon the technical sergeant to recover the equipment.
At this moment, a stumbling red figure broke into his sight.