The bone-white battle line split from the inside, tall wandering souls rushed out from it, strong wind whistled past the ears, chain saws roared, molten metal burned everything, the swaying crowd like zombies splashed, and blood and mud splattered.
The wandering soul violently cut a bloody path through the ocean of flesh and blood.
Most of the people trembled and fell down just after they approached the Soul Knight, like puppets with their strings cut. The anti-psychic fields of the two Untouchables removed the control of those psychic monsters over them.
Standing on the speeding knight, Hades gripped the handles he had welded on and estimated their current position.
The engines were roaring, they were getting farther and farther away from the Death Guard's front line and closer and closer to the altar, and the crowd rushing towards them was getting more and more crazy. It was no longer controlled by a psychic tentacle in the crowd, but there was a tentacle entangled on every head, and strange fluctuations of psychic energy began to accumulate, trying to attack them layer by layer.
[My Lord, I can’t hold on any longer.]
In the cockpit of the Soul Knight, blood gushed out from the corner of Nyx's mouth. The enemy's crazy psychic attack had begun to make the Untouchable feel threatened in his life.
Ruibo remained silent. Even she felt a great deal of pressure, but she would only make the Wandering Soul Knight behave more crazily and take away more aliens before she could no longer hold on.
On the Death Guard front, Blanca frowned as she looked at the knight who was almost overwhelmed by the tentacles and the crowd, and confirmed again and again that the communication channel from Hades was not interfered with.
What is this guy doing? Do you need support
Blanca muttered in his heart, although he knew that Hades and the others could counter psychic powers, the situation on Hades' side was quite bad now.
Every time a group of people fell to the ground, a new group of enemies would emerge. The dense crowds and tentacles wanted to drown them, and the fluctuations in the subspace had never been so strong. As long as he looked in that direction, he would immediately feel dizzy in his soul.
Hearing what Nix said, Hades blinked in surprise—
Is that not enough
He originally wanted the Knicks to practice more in actual combat.
It seems that he still underestimated the power of these untouchables, Hades thought tiredly.
Hades still hasn't realized that this isn't a problem of the Knicks being too weak.
But the distance was almost there, Hades blinked,
— Release the Black Domain —
Screams! Thousands of screams! On the edge of everyone's soul, those hoarse, cursing screams burst out like a boiling boiler, exploding brilliantly in the sky.
But the scream only lasted for a moment, the bubble in the dream burst, and after the dazzling fluorescence, there was the silent darkness of deep sleep.
Thousands of waves rise up in the roiling sea of souls, but when you look up again, you see that it is calm and the water surface is like a mirror.
Death is silent.
Blanca put down his hand that was holding the gun and shooting in disbelief. The veteran looked at the battlefield in front of him in disbelief. Even though his soul was warning him frantically and disgust was rising like churning stomach acid, Blanca still stared at that place.
Not only Blanca, but other Death Guards also looked towards the center of the battlefield in disbelief.
Dead.
All dead.
In an instant, all life disappeared and the bodies fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
The tentacles were piled with corpses, and corpse fluid was slowly flowing out from the exploded blocks. There were occasional physiological tremors, but they were already puppets that had lost their souls.
In the picture seen by the naked eye, the densely packed corpses were still trembling, but the information in the helmet showed that there was no sign of enemy life on the battlefield at this moment.
Even veterans who have experienced countless battles have never seen such a ridiculous scene as today.
Even bombing, even virus weapons, will lead to destruction amid countless limbs and cries.
But now, in just a moment, all lives on the battlefield lost their souls.
[Blanca, advance the front appropriately, but keep a certain distance from me. ]
Hades' words came from the channel, and the sound waves with electric sounds broke the silence.
Blanca seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He paused for a moment.
[receive.]
The Death Guard's front line began to push forward again, but this time it seemed far more cautious than the previous advance. The enemy had been eliminated, but the warriors' slightly hesitant steps became slow.
They are not afraid of the enemy.
Fortunately, this kind of existence is their friendly army.
[Are you okay?]
Hades poked the knight with his sickle. Although he quickly retracted the black domain and the black domain was still diluted, it was obvious that standing in the center of the black domain caused Knicks and Rebo to suffer considerable damage.
The Wandering Knight, who had been stagnant in place, picked up his feet again and started moving forward.
[Thank you, sir. I am fine.]
Knicks' weak voice was heard. Just now, his eyes suddenly went black and his limbs were out of control. The last moment of his consciousness was that he was lucky enough to have written a suicide note.
But he woke up and continued to drive the Knight.
Ruibo stopped talking. The black domain just now had caused her some damage. Now she needed to concentrate on controlling the mecha.
Seeing that both of them were still alive, Hades said no more and waited for the knight to take him to his destination.
When they reached the edge of the altar, Hades flew down from the wandering souls. The altars made of tentacles and flesh were screaming in vain, trying to attack him with psychic power. Hades created a black domain, and the world returned to peace.
There are a dozen similar altars.
Hades thought silently that he had to speed up, otherwise it would be terrible if he failed to meet up with the main force in time.
Near the altar, dim yellow lightning of psychic energy crackled, dark clouds pressed down heavily, breathing became difficult, the mind began to blur, and a feeling of weakness climbed up along the calves.
A heavy breathing sound was heard, and Mortarion swung his scythe, slashing at the crowd in front. Countless tentacles were clinging to the crowd, making it difficult to move forward.
Every time a tentacle alien was killed, the weakness from the soul became more obvious, and Mortarion clearly felt the weakness brought by the soul.
Undertakens surrounded him, and on Ugo's staff hung a lantern emitting white light. The psychic energy from the Librarian flashed out of it, making Mortarion feel a little sober.
On the other side, the situation of the Wolf Shepherd God was not very good either. The two Primarchs who were attacked by the alien psychic energy felt the weakness of their souls at this moment.
[My brother, are you okay?]
Mortarion remained silent. Horus was obviously in a worse condition than him. The Primarch of the Death Guard continued his pace. They were known for their tenacity. On the battlefield, the Death Guard were always the last to fall.
Feeling powerless, Horus watched as Mortarion continued to move forward. The Primarch raised his massive scythe. Mortarion wrapped the chain at the back of the Annihilation around his wrist, then threw the scythe with force.
+Hiss! ! ! +
A scream that shook everyone erupted from the altar. People’s eyes went dark and those with weaker wills even fainted on the spot.
Ugo held the scepter tightly in his hand, and the lantern hanging on it was shaking under the impact of psychic energy, but the undertaker still chanted the spell silently, and the pure white light reflected, weakening the oncoming psychic attack for Mortarion and other Death Guards.
Beside Ugo, other undertakers also mobilized their psychic powers to try to resist the alien's attack.
Mortarion took a deep breath and pulled the chain. The flesh and blood hooked by the scythe turned inside out, the tentacles were cut off, and the altar lost its original shape. The fluctuations of psychic energy weakened instantly.
The ammunition from Horus flew precisely into the narrow door in the altar, adding damage to Mortarion's attack.
[Well done, my brother.]
When the psychic fluctuations finally disappeared from the depths of their souls, the voice of Horus rang out.
[There are a few more altars. Maybe we can try to call for air support.]
[.good.]
[We seem to have underestimated these psychic creatures.]
Mortarion stared at the blasphemies and shook his head imperceptibly.
We definitely underestimated them.
Information sent back from the Death Guard Primarch's armor showed that another group of Death Guard, led by Hades, was marching towards the main city at the fastest speed.
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