In the fading thunder light, a huge figure roared forward.
"Long live! Night...Emperor!!!"
At first, Soshyan thought the shaking on the deck was just another turbulence caused by an explosion. The explosive ammunition still exploded in the fragile parts of the star fort. Only when it appeared did he know what had happened.
This was a behemoth of silver-gray metal, only slightly smaller than the hell beast in front of it. It was dragging heavy steps and roaring in challenge.
"What blasphemy! I will end you, traitors, I will end you all!"
Soshyan never expected that Markarian would appear!
He now wears the badge and paint of the Astral Knight, his left arm is made of multiple tubes of melt, and his right arm is a huge lightning claw.
"Is this fearlessness?"
Adriana Velez, who was squatting behind Soshyan, made an excited voice. This was the first time in her life that she had seen this legendary oldest hero in the empire.
Just as Soshyan was about to reply, he suddenly saw a sneaky figure coming out of the bunker and immediately shouted:
"Mackarion, right!"
I saw a red pirate holding his sword high and rushing toward the Dreadnought mecha in a flowing motion. However, the war machine turned around on his torso axis at an unimaginable speed and fired invisible but hissing fire from multiple melta cannons. Hissing fever.
The red pirate's armor was cooked in a heartbeat, scattered in all directions, the joints evaporated, the empty armor melted into mud on the deck, and any biomass no longer existed.
It was at this moment that the air in the center was boiling under the invisible heat flow, and the temperature indicator on Soshyan's helmet display began to rise morbidly and rapidly. The huge multiple melt cannons on the Dreadnought Mecha were enough to blast the tank into pieces. The beach is muddy and it is just starting to warm up.
Encouraged by the appearance of the War Philosopher, the Astral Knights redoubled their attacks, and Astartes in red armor continued to die.
Talos felt the strength he had just regained. He retreated to the wall, lay down on the deck and grabbed his broken breastplate.
At this moment, the two fearless mechas stared at each other with an almost absurd calmness.
"Hell beast, how pathetic."
Markarian roared, and the hell beast stepped closer, making the same mechanical noise as Markarian.
The nun in the distance cast her gaze on the sarcophagus inlaid on the new body of the War Philosopher, which was engraved with scenes from when Macharion was still alive, except that the legion's logo had been erased.
"kill!!"
This was the only thing Hellmon said so far.
The next second, the power whip exploded, and the two war machines began their duties after being summoned from the critical moment.
The battle in front of him took place in two worlds at the same time. Talos, who had regained consciousness, was not sure which one he really saw.
In the corner of the painful and earth-shaking visual shadow of reality, two armored behemoths tore each other apart with spinning claws and hammering iron whips. Ceramic steel was torn apart by the hammering iron claws, and the armor was shattered. Blocks were flying all over the sky, making those fighting there feel like they were in a death world shrouded in a snowstorm.
Neither of the two bound dead saw or felt this.
From the perspective of the soul, two warriors are dueling in proud armor, one of them is to protect, the other is to destroy.
Their swords clashed with each other until the swords on both sides were shattered, and then it turned into a battle of armored iron fists and pure strength.
Talos watched the two Dreadnoughts tear each other into pieces, and saw what the dead had witnessed.
But in Soshyan's view, the outcome of this duel is likely to be mutual death.
Although the power of the hell beast has been weakened a lot, it is still difficult for Markarian to defeat it. If they continue to fight, they will only destroy each other.
He didn't have a good impression of the former war philosopher of the Eighth Legion, but he was here to help him after all, and he couldn't just sit back and watch the fall of this ancient warrior.
"Armin, wait until the plasma cannon is fully charged."
"Okay, sir, you can take a shot."
"Okay, you listen to my command."
The plasma cannon is the only weapon Soshyan has on hand that can pose a threat to the hell beast, so he must try it.
Then he ran out from behind the bunker.
A red pirate fired a retaliatory shot at the suddenly appearing Terminator. In order to resist the explosive bomb, Soshyan would turn slightly to the right, and then the bullet hit his shoulder armor - the shock spread along the shoulder and throughout the body. , and reminded him not to make any mistakes.
The bomb will bounce off Soshyan's shoulder armor and hit an instrument twelve meters away.
At the same time, the hellbeast, whose torso was almost torn, beat Markarian back and staggered back, realizing that a threat was approaching step by step.
The chill that penetrated into the bone marrow flickered and jumped in his consciousness, echoing in the minds of the highly excited Space Marines, making everyone shudder.
Where does the chill in some people’s hearts come from?
This is Soshyan's purpose, this is a bold guess.
He imagined that although the hell beast was a fearless creature, it had suffered so many traumas, so the source of power that supported it until now must be the power of subspace.
As long as the power of subspace is blocked, it will probably lose power immediately.
Furthermore, the pilot of the hell beast has been highly integrated with the subspace, so the power of gray marrow may directly erase the opponent's consciousness.
Use the power of nothingness to destroy the things in the chaotic void...
Soshyan will block the hellbeast's thoughts and motivations, just as he has done countless times in the past.
This is a big gamble. If the power source of Hell Beast's reality is still intact, then all Soshyan's speculations will be fatal.
But now he had no choice. Huron had arrived and he had no time to delay.
After Soshyan calmed down, the Hellbeast raised its multi-melta cannon and aimed at him.
Even without thinking, Soshyan knew what would happen after the weapon was fully charged.
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Markarian roared forward and grabbed the opponent's melta cannon barrel with his lightning claws.
When the weapons were restrained, Soshyan had already rushed to the two fearless beasts and slapped the hell beast on the chest with his palm.
Not long ago, he had discovered that he had the ability to partially liquefy metal, but this was his first time trying it.
The Terminator's gauntlet quickly liquefied, and symbols glowing with mysterious green light poured into the Hell Beast's broken armor.
The next second, the anger burning in its eyes was replaced by confusion, and then it began to wail sadly - this was also the last sound this beast would make.
Soshyan penetrated its weak spiritual defense and entered the monster's mind, only to find that the other person's mind was filled with endless noise and chaotic colors, as if thousands of souls were fighting to control him.
It took him another second to expel the noise from the hell beast's brain.
"It's now."
After confirming that the hell beast could no longer move, Soshiyang let out a low roar and drew back.
He may only have a few seconds, and the hellbeast will soon revive.
"Armin!"
"receive!"
The fully charged plasma cannon hummed in Armin's hands, and he kept his shoulders still to stop the vibrations of the weapon.
In just the blink of an eye, Soshyan was far away from the hell beast, and Armin immediately pressed the activation button on the cannon, releasing a ball of scorching rage.
White-hot plasma streaked across the sky, burning a trail of chemical composition that was different from the atmosphere of this world, filling the air with a smell like rotting vegetables.
But when the plasma hits the target and the metal skin of the hell beast turns into molten slag, the smell is quickly replaced.
Armin remained in the position where he fired just now, standing still with both feet.
The giant beast didn't scream, and it didn't make any sound at all while the plasma eroded through its armor and continued to burn its internal organs and machinery.
It didn't swing its power whip or raise its weapon, or even turn to face its attacker.
It's not just accepting its fate - it's welcoming death.
When Armin finally relaxed, an eerie silence filled the empty field, with only a few sounds of enemy retreating coming from the distance.
The giant beast stood there motionless, the large hole in its torso looking almost comical, while Soshyan's figure stood on the other side of it.
Finally, it shook and tipped to one side.
Soshyan lowered his head and glanced at his left hand. The gauntlet had returned to its original state, and then nodded.