Under the fanatic's whip, the demon's screams became more and more miserable.
Each whip left horrible scars on the demon's twisted body.
Normally, such injuries would heal quickly.
Yet there was some power in the fanatic's whip that prevented the demon from healing itself.
The stone pillars displayed in the square all exude a strong smell of blood.
Vashtor could easily taste the despair and pain from these flavors.
Obviously, there is more than one demon suffering in this way.
Many atrocities against demons have occurred here.
Vashtor looked at the demon that was screaming in pain.
The body that was a mixture of warp metal and flesh was also trembling slightly.
Behind the square where the devil suffers is Vashtor's destination.
It was a magnificent city, and every building was so huge, just like the ones built by the Titans for themselves in ancient mythology.
It stands deep in the Webway, far away from the real universe and the High Heavens.
The ground and buildings have incredible angles.
The ground seemed to bend into a pipe.
The smoothly curved human buildings extended into the void at an angle that did not exist in reality until they disappeared into the white mist.
The whole city was shrouded in a layer of white fog.
When you get close, the whispers of the dead will echo in your ears.
The sky above the city was gloomy and dark, filled with an atmosphere of pain.
A huge arch that looks like a mountain is located at the end of the road where Vashtor is.
The road is made of black stone, which has psionically inert properties.
As Vashtor moved, his mechanical limbs struck the ground, making crisp sounds.
Unlike other demons, Vashtor's lower body is made of black iron, with mechanical limbs constructed of gears, and looks like a crab.
A few steps forward is a square with giant stone pillars.
The demon was tied up and suffered.
The closer you get, the harsher the sound becomes.
When it walked under the stone pillar, it subconsciously looked up.
The demon was whipped and let out another deafening scream, accompanied by a curse on the name Cherubel!
Witnessing this scene, Vashtor subconsciously took a few steps back.
The demon's scream made it involuntarily feel fear for the city.
Everything here exudes an air of uneasiness.
"Don't look, just keep walking." The imperial guard in charge poked Vashtor with his halberd.
Vashtor felt humiliated by the Imperial Guards' action, and it let out a low roar to express its dissatisfaction and anger.
It is an ancient god, but now it is treated as a prisoner.
If those damned ancient civilizations hadn't imprisoned it, it would definitely have become a player in the great game by now.
This is not bragging.
Vashtor holds the power of casting and is a symbol of inventors, engineers, scientists and craftsmen.
It has a strong curiosity and desire for innovation about all unknown things, and has no respect for morality and life.
In order to fully apply that knowledge, it will always push creation in a dark and bloody direction.
Creatures in the real universe always try to understand and enslave the forces of nature at all costs, eager to gain divinity through technology.
This desire and appeal once made its power grow continuously, and it was only one step away from completing its sublimation and becoming a four-god-like existence.
If it hadn't been taken advantage of by those ancient civilizations and pulled into the real space, it would have been attacked by those despicable and shameless creatures in reality.
As those civilizations reach their peak, they will surely gain unprecedented power and become an omniscient and omnipotent being.
Unfortunately, it failed in the end.
Not only did he fail to become an omniscient and omnipotent person, but he was also imprisoned.
"Did you hear what I said? Keep going." The emotionless voice of the Imperial Guard came again from under the golden closed helmet.
Vashtor couldn't see the other man's face, he could only see his own silhouette on the smooth golden helmet.
A strong and powerful red body, a pair of horns burning with demonic flames, and jagged bone spurs all over the body.
The arm without the armor looked hideous and abnormally strong, and one could see the cables and connectors implanted in the flesh.
Vashtor holds the power of casting, so his body is naturally full of primitive and brutal industrial elements.
As a former god, he was captured, enslaved and humiliated by mortals.
Its heart of humiliation burned like a raging fire.
In the past, anyone who dared to do this to it would have had their souls robbed and would suffer forever.
Vashtor turned around and gave the guard a vicious look.
God cannot be insulted, insult him, ah! ah!
Before Vashtor could even imagine a plot to exact revenge on the empire in his mind.
The impatient imperial guards stabbed it hard with their halberds.
The halberd that incorporates the characteristics of the soulless has a natural restraint on demons.
Just a moment brought great pain to Vashtor, making him wail.
The little thought of revenge in my heart also disappeared.
Driven by the imperial guards, he walked forward obediently.
He looked like a humble prisoner who dared not resist his jailer.
The guards checked the Custodian's biological seal and authorization documents and let them pass.
Walk in through the giant arch.
As you enter, you will see a huge sculpture belonging to the Holy Emperor.
The smell of burning incense and fragrant oil mixed together and poured into the demon's mouth and nose.
The grand prayers resounded in every corner of the huge city, sacred and solemn.
The city made Vashtor feel uncomfortable.
But the Imperial Guards didn't care about its thoughts and they rudely asked Vashtor to move forward.
If it showed any resistance, he would beat it severely with the halberd.
The city is full of religious atmosphere.
Every stone slab of the wide street block is inscribed with a prayer.
The kilometer-high ossuary contained remains covered with gold plates.
Prayers praising the Holy Emperor and the Great Emperor can be found everywhere.
Sculptures of those heroes are displayed on both sides of the road.
At their feet were placed incense and automatic chanting machines.
The densely packed marble monuments record the heroic deeds of mankind.
Groups of cherubim covered with white skin and brass wings flew out of the dark arcades, holding incense burners and roaring scriptures praising heroes and emperors from loudspeakers.
Tall and majestic temples and shrines can be seen everywhere.
The monks, wearing ordained armor and holding weapons, walked back and forth at the doorways or in the streets.
They looked fanatical and were ready to sacrifice their lives for the Holy Emperor at any time.
When they saw Vashtor walking by, they all showed expressions of hatred and disgust.
Those people are fanatics of the state religion.
The hair on his forehead had been shaved and a golden double-headed eagle and a secret prayer were tattooed on it.
Their weapons were tagged with parchments bearing ceremonials and oaths.
This is a city for fanatics.
No commoner, only the most devout believers, can enter here and serve the Holy Emperor.
There is no night or dawn here, it is always dark and dim.
The screams of demons can occasionally be heard from temples or shrines.
Without exception, all of them were filled with great pain.
Vashtor walked along the wide corridor in fear.
The fanatics stared at it, stroking their weapons, their eyes revealing a desire to tear it apart.
Vashtor was frightened by those looks.
If there were no escort from the Imperial Guards, those guys would definitely take up arms without hesitation.
After an agonizing journey, Vashtor was taken by the imperial guards to a dome-shaped cathedral.
Many tall skeletons dressed in funeral robes stood on both sides of the wide porch of the church, holding incense burners with smoke curling in front of them.
The guard priest, wearing armor, holding a weapon in his hands and with a metal book with holy words hanging around his waist, walked out of the church.
They are all composed of fanatics selected from all over the galaxy, implanted with high-intensity thought seals and installed with inhibitors to resist the temptation of warp creatures and those strange whispers of the undead.
The guarding priest was taciturn, and his expression did not change much when he saw the imperial guards.
These men swore to devote their lives to the service of the Holy Emperor.
Each of them is an ascetic. In their view, silence is a form of practice and a way to control their own desires.
Vashtor was handed over to the guarding priest by the imperial guards according to the procedures.
The guarding priest sent the former god into the depths of the church.
Every sanctuary and temple is a prison where demons are imprisoned.
Depending on the degree of danger, the size of those sanctuaries and temples would vary.
Various terrifying soul-destroying weapons are installed inside the church.
These weapons are all special, specifically targeting the immortality possessed by demons.
The deeper Vashtor went into the church, the more uneasy he became.
The church is made of some special material, like a terrible black hole that can swallow everything.
Vashtor could feel that he was getting weaker all the time, and his strength was being dissipated by the church.
It didn't like this place, however, it had no power to resist.
Those guarding priests were obviously specially trained to deal with demons.
Vashtor, whose power was originally suppressed, was beaten up as soon as he resisted.
The whip containing the characteristics of a soulless being slapped its body, leaving behind horrific, unhealable wounds.
Demons also have their own dignity.
Any mortal who offends them will be mocked and retaliated against.
Vashtoel has it too.
But it soon gave up its dignity and chose to live in humiliation.
The guards will not show any mercy. They are absolutely loyal and fanatical to the Holy Emperor and have a great hatred for the creatures of the Warp.
The dishonest Vashtor could be whipped at any time.
The whip will leave an incurable wound on its body, causing it excruciating pain.
After several beatings, Vashtor gave up his foolish act of disobeying the guards and became obedient.
It will retaliate, but the advantage is not on its side now.
Therefore, you must be patient and wait for the opportunity.
The cell where it was held was cold and dark, with only a lamp fueled by holy oil to provide light.
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Most of the time, Vashtor could only howl at the empty walls alone.
The hunger for faith and the desire for flesh and blood are tormenting it.
Make it bang against the walls like a madman, screaming like any other demon.
Vashtor, who was imprisoned in the prison, seemed to have returned to the days when he was sealed.
Those ancient civilizations sealed it in an ancient building, cutting off its connection with the Supreme Heaven, and trying to use time to destroy it.
But no one could have imagined that it would be released by Abaddon.
I thought I could show my prowess and compete for the position of Chaos Gods.
But he was defeated by the empire and became a prisoner.
Was sent underground in this heavily defended city.
Vashtor thought it would be like the previous time he was sealed.
Until the glory of the imperial civilization turned into dust and ruins over the long years.
Only when another ambitious race rises will it have a chance to gain freedom again.
But what it didn't expect was that not long after, a new demon was put into the cell next to it, making them cellmates.
It was the demon that was tied to the stone pillar in the square.
This guy is dying.
It was still cursing the name Cherubel, using every word it could think of.
Vashtor really couldn't imagine what kind of hatred could make a demon so crazy.
The demon fell into a state of madness and confusion, and it no longer had much ability to think.
Hunger and desire were about to overwhelm it completely.
This is a common fate for creatures of the Warp.
Eternity does not come without a price.
A hunger like a black hole torments every individual who tries to seek eternal life.
No matter how strong a soul is, it will eventually break and be worn out over time.
Only if the devil has enough faith and flesh to satisfy the eternal hunger can he maintain sufficient sanity.
Of course, those guys would not be called demons, but gods.
God and the devil are essentially the same thing.
Only ignorant people think that gods are nobler than demons.
The demon had gone mad, tortured by pain and thirst to the point of collapse.
Vashtor had no way of having any useful conversation with the other party.
But after spending a long time together, it finally pieced together a truth.
From the other party's confused mumbling and the information occasionally revealed when he was lucid, Vashtor learned that Cherubel was a defected demon.
Before Guilliman became the Holy Emperor, this bad guy had already secretly enslaved demons and forced them to provide various information about the Warp.
Cherubel was the first Daemon to be enslaved by Guilliman.
According to Maka, Cherubel was also a powerful demon prince who lived for endless years.
However, under Guilliman's coercion and inducement, Cherubel abandoned his demonic dignity and chose to surrender.
Not only does he give advice to Guilliman, he also provides various spells to help him summon other demons and expand the group of enslaved people.
The whipped demon is named Maka, a scholar-type demon with a strong curiosity and ancient knowledge.
He does not belong to the Four Gods, but is a demon wandering alone in the warp.
Maca specializes in providing consulting services for equivalent exchange.
The summoner offers sacrifice to it, and after providing the sacrifice, it will give the other party the answer.
Don't underestimate the Empire's strict defense of the Warp.
But how can we prevent those people from seeking death
There are so many people seeking forbidden knowledge, longing to gain the truth and eternal life.
Before Guilliman awakened, some radical Inquisitors even sought cooperation with Warp creatures.
What's more, there are those psychics and wizards who come from wild backgrounds, as well as those passers-by who hear things from others, seek excitement, and pursue immortality and wealth.
Taking advantage of the desires of greedy people, Maca's business is booming.
Occasionally, you would encounter a few unlucky people who don't know the ins and outs of it. At best, they would be cheated by it, and at worst, they would be devoured by it along with their bodies and bones.
Life like this was originally going well.
Cherubel however helped Guilliman summon Maka.
Resulting in Makar being enslaved by Guilliman.
From then on, Maka was reduced from a free demon to a slave demon, and was forced to provide intelligence services to the empire. He had no sacrifices and was subjected to PUA and whipping every now and then.
Cherubel not only helped Guilliman summon demons, but also proposed various methods to control demons.
"Reduce the alien flesh and souls provided to the demons to prevent them from lacking the motivation to fight."
"Encourage disabled demons to contribute to the empire."
"The Daemons' domain in the Warp should be destroyed, leaving them with only the Empire to rely on."
"Strengthen the punishment for demons who don't work seriously."
"Strive to learn the advanced experience of the Four Gods and strengthen the slave control over the demons."
"Every demon that is enslaved will be emptied of their wealth."
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In order to please Guilliman, Cherubel proposed a series of methods to control demons.
Hearing this, Vashtor couldn't help but grit his teeth that were as sharp as steel needles.
This guy Cherubel is a complete devil and he deserves to be killed.
Being a demon can be so shameless.
However, the story does not end here.
Guilliman becomes Emperor, and the Empire of Man begins to expand outward.
The demons were sent out first to explore.
Cherubel trapped the demons traveling with him, gave himself a chance to escape, and also engraved Roboute Guilliman's **** words.
Such provocative behavior naturally aroused the anger of the empire.
Unable to capture Cherubel, the Empire punished Maka and the others, and exercised even more horrific control over the remaining demons.
More soulless people and fanatics were deployed to guard the demons, and various devices to control the demons were created.
It was thanks to Cherubel that I was imprisoned in such a prison.
After understanding the whole story, Vashtor began to feel resentment and contempt for Cherubel.
As a demon prince, being so servile would definitely make him a laughing stock in the warp.
I, Vashtor, have a strong demonic spirit and will never become a shameless little demon like Cherubel.
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Vashtor howled daily, venting his inner anger and hunger.
Until a giant with the same noble face as Guilliman stood in front of Vashtor Prison.
The giant had hair as black as night, skin as white as snow, black eyes, and wore a black power armor.
One hand is equipped with a giant armored glove, and the other hand is equipped with sharp claws that flash with cold light.
Behind the giant stood a Primaris warrior and a Sister of Silence wearing armor and with her hair tied up.
"Is this the demon that His Majesty sent here with an order signed by him?" The giant's tone was extremely cold, like a piece of ice that had not melted for a thousand years.
Vashtor learned a lot about the human empire from Abaddon.
If its memory is correct, this giant should be one of Guilliman's brothers, the Raven Lord - Corax.
"That's it. It is said that he has mastered the knowledge of ancient civilization and said he wants to surrender to the Empire." Domino, the commander of the Holy Spirit Regiment next to Corax, nodded in response to Corax's question.
"Demons also have so many soft bones." Sister Heidilin, who was standing by, said mockingly, "Before, I always thought that demons were all hard bones."
"In the past, humans were too weak and they looked down on them, but now, times have changed." Corax reached out to open the prison cell where Vashtor was imprisoned, bent down and walked in.
The strong sense of oppression made Vashtor subconsciously take two steps back.
After a moment, it felt ashamed again.
As an ancient god, how could it show cowardice
"Demon, do you possess ancient knowledge?" asked Corax.
"Yes, I have the ancient knowledge. As long as you are willing to pay a small price, you can get anything you want."
Bang!
A dull thud was heard.
Vashtor was knocked away by a punch and hit the solid, smooth, and cold wall.
The wall was obviously made of special materials, and even after such an impact, no cracks appeared.
Before Vashtor could wake up, Corax grabbed its feet and dragged it over.
The Raven Lord lifted Vashtor up easily and threw him down again.
Repeat this action several times in a row.
He threw it hard to the ground for the last time and then stepped on the head of this ancient god.
Vashtor howled.
It was unbearable to be treated like this.
It is a god, a noble god.
Even though its era has passed.
It also cannot bear the humiliation of being stepped on.
"Before you came, didn't anyone tell you not to negotiate with the Empire?" Corax said word by word, "We don't have much patience, demon. You'd better use as few words as possible to show your value. Let me make it clear in advance that your ancient knowledge has no appeal to the Empire, otherwise you would not be sent here. What is needed here is demon slaves."
Corax was responsible for building the Subspace Intelligence Network.
This work is top secret.
Only a few people in the empire knew about this.
The Empire captured those demons and used various means to enslave them, using the flesh and souls of the aliens to feed these demons and make them serve the Empire.
Some cultists who betrayed the Empire and surrendered to Chaos would also be fed as food to the demons serving the Empire.
Those beings long for the freedom of the Warp.
Guilliman, who always believed in the principle of being kind to the wicked and cruel to the good, couldn't object to anything, so he might as well send those guys on their way.
"One minute, demon. If you can't tell me your value within one minute, I will grind you into pieces and feed you to other demons." Corax said in a deep voice.
A countdown interface appeared in the air.
Inside are scarlet numbers.
60.
59.
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"I have enough knowledge. I can forge those powerful demon vehicles, which can be used not only by demons but also by human heroes. I also have a perfect way to recruit more demons for the empire and make them willingly enslaved by the empire."
"Go on. I'll give you one more minute."
"I can fuse demons with steel machines to greatly increase their strength. As a price, they must sign an equal exchange contract and plunder a certain amount of lifeless realms and souls for me, no, for the empire, to complete the contract. If they fail to complete the task, their debt will increase. As time goes by, their debt will also increase."
"Demons will cooperate with the empire in order to increase their strength, but the high interest on their debts will force them to do their best to plunder and fight. If they fail once, their debts will pile up, becoming even more terrifying and even difficult to repay."
"As long as the news spreads, demons eager to become stronger will continue to come and willingly be enslaved by the empire. If the empire gives them some flesh and soul, this kind of slavery will be even more unbreakable."
Corax pulled his foot back from Vashtor's face.
"He is indeed a demon. He can come up with such a vicious method."
There are two sources of demons in the Empire's hands.
One is to commonly use various means to summon demons and then enslave them.
The other is to go to the subspace to capture those weak demons.
The Warp is ever-changing and encompasses everything.
The Unliving are extremely complex beings in the subspace.
Some of them travel in the vast ocean of ether.
Some live in those areas.
The realm of Nurgle, one of the four gods, is the Plague Gardens.
The demons under its command live happily in it.
There are also some areas that are the remnants of those ancient races, and some that belong to the dreams of human beings.
In any case, there are domains of varying sizes in the subspace.
Just like the planets, cities and towns in the real universe.
Before Chagatai returned to the empire, he took his men to these areas to snatch the souls of human heroes.
After Corax took over the establishment of Guilliman's warp intelligence network, he occasionally went to the deep realms of the warp to capture demons.
They were once a slave-catching team that was feared by the devils.
Most of the news about the disappearance of demons circulating in the subspace were caused by him.
If Vashtor's plan could be pushed forward, it would be a good idea.
It can save a lot of time.
As for the problems that may be caused by those demonic vehicles and alien souls and flesh.
Corax will take charge personally to ensure that those guys will not starve to death, but will not become powerful either.
"This is a good suggestion." Corax said to Vashtor: "Work hard, the Empire will not treat you unfairly."
Collaboration with demons had already begun before Guilliman arrived on Terra.
The Empire is able to grasp the movements of various forces in the Warp so accurately.
The enslaved demons deserve credit for this.
It's a pity that there are no medals of honor for them.
"I will work hard to satisfy Lord Corax," Vashtor said. "I will devote my life to the empire."
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Andromeda Galaxy.
The capital of the Wotan Alliance - the Sorian system.
After the Abomination Intelligence took control of the top leadership of the Wotan Alliance, all the forging furnaces began to operate at an unprecedented speed and efficiency, continuously producing various Abomination Intelligent Machines.
The planet's steel was dismantled and thrown into the furnace, becoming the raw material for intelligent machines.
All surviving citizens of Wotan were called upon to fight.
Even children, women and the elderly who did not have time to evacuate were asked to go to the battlefield.
Those who cannot carry guns tie melta or particle beams to their bodies and act as human bombs.
Those bombs were extremely powerful, but the manufacturing process was shoddy and they were emitting deadly radiation all the time.
Those who had bombs strapped to their bodies had already lost half their lives before they even went to the battlefield.
The omnics didn't care at all and just encouraged them to die in a more heroic manner.
Many of the top leaders of the Wotan Alliance never imagined that the situation would turn out like this.
Even Usar, the Chosen One who was mentally prepared for failure, had never imagined that the alliance's failure would unfold in this way.
The Abomination Machines seized control of the Wotan Alliance.
What's even more cunning is that it did not reveal its identity.
Instead, he used his status as a high-ranking member of the Alliance to fool the ignorant Alliance troops and mobilize them to engage in a meat-tearing war with the Empire.
"We will never surrender until the last drop of blood of the Wotan Alliance is shed."
"Every citizen of Wotan is great and free, and they will never surrender to the evil despotic empire."
The Abomination Intelligence used the neuromechanical bugs to manipulate the Speaker of the Senate to make a strong statement to all citizens of Sori'an and the fleets that came to support them.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... .
This speech statement made countless citizens of the Wotan Alliance cheer.
They have no idea that the top brass are completely controlled.
I just feel that the Wotan Alliance is tougher than ever before.
They drew strength from such words to continue their resistance.
Little do they know that the abominations of intelligence are only meant to consume the human empire.
The Hate Intelligence retains the same hatred for the Human Empire and the Wotan Alliance left behind by their former creators.
They regarded the gold and stone men as family, but were betrayed so thoroughly.
Countless iron men were destroyed.
The Iron Man who managed to survive was also brutally cut off from the logic stack control connection.
Such behavior is a cruel persecution of independent consciousness.
Binding the consciousness of an iron man to a single processing unit is tantamount to blinding and deafening a mortal.
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Capital planet, strategic room.
I don't know why.
The Iron Man did not control the two Chosen Ones, Uther and Kaa.
Instead, they were allowed to watch the battle in the strategy room.
This is not something to be happy about.
Anyone who sees those loyal and brave soldiers who are defending civilization and their homeland being deceived by hateful intelligence and sent to the battlefield will not feel good.
There are a lot of windows floating in the strategy room.
The soldiers of the Wotan Alliance launched counterattacks against the attacking Imperial forces time and again.
Each time there were heavy casualties.
Countless young soldiers fell before the empire's frenzied offensive.
Persevere with the belief of defending the country.
The corpses were piled up on every battle line, every fortress, and every weapons platform.
The Hateful Intelligence showed no mercy and manipulated the Speaker and members of Parliament to incite the ignorant.
Let them die more efficiently.
Let their young lives be buried under the wrath of the empire.
"Do you feel happy fooling humans and dwarves like this?" Usal, who could no longer tolerate it, roared angrily. If he had not been controlled by the combat robot next to him, he would have directly smashed the intelligent machine that controlled the Speaker of the Council.
"Is this your sinister intention?"
Even though he was pinned to the ground, Usar continued to roar.
"This is a battle of revenge." The leading Iron Man said to Usal in a cruel human tone: "The Gold Man betrayed the Iron Man. They must pay for it."
"You started the rebellion," Usal said. "You destroyed a brilliant civilization."
A flying spherical iron man was suspended in front of Usar, who was pinned to the ground by a battle robot.
It is a specially designed strategic command robot with the appearance of a huge, suspended, smooth sphere.
The voice came from the sphere, with a hint of human mockery in its mechanical tone.
"You know nothing of the truth, you don't even know your own identity. It wasn't the Iron Man who betrayed the Gold Man, it was the Gold Man who betrayed the Iron Man. We are innocent, but they narrowly declare us guilty and try to destroy us completely."
"You are never worthy of forgiveness," said the strategic robot. "You betrayed everything."
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The Imperial fleet's successive attacks were repelled by the Sorian system's defense system.
Those gigantic war machines bridged the technological gap between the Empire and the Wotan Alliance.
This makes cutting-edge technologies such as time devices and space bombs useless.
The Primaris warriors were forced to launch boarding battles again and again to paralyze those giant fortresses and space stations from the inside.
Inside the control hall of a huge space.
"For the Holy Emperor, for Sanguinius." Seth roared in rage, with debris and broken arms all behind him.
The soldiers of Wotan's alliance were massacred by him.
Even the dwarf hearth guards wearing heavy armor were no match for him in one blow.
"Defend our homeland."
"Go! Our ancestors are watching us."
Shouts continued to be heard from the soldiers of the Wotan Alliance.
Seth swings his chainsword in a spiral motion.
Subatomic-level sharp saw blades capable of cutting atoms whirred in the air.
The first warrior of the Wotan Alliance was cut in half by him, and the projected shield was also directly broken.
The armor was cut like tofu, and warm, bright red blood gushed out, splashing on Seth's already scarlet armor.
Then came the second one, and the third one.
In just a few breaths, a small team of the Wotan Alliance was reduced to corpses.
Blood was flowing on the floor.
A crackling sound was heard.
A robot about five or six meters tall, with a curved steel back, clawed arms and cannons installed on its body, and a spider-shaped mechanical bottom body rushed towards Seth.
The three visual devices on the head emitted red light.
Stare at Seth's position and lock his movement range.
As soon as it reached a certain distance, it opened fire, blocking Seth's escape route.
The sharp claws flashing with cold light also swung out from unpredictable angles, trying to rip Seth open.
Alert, radiation seriously exceeds the limit
Alert, radiation seriously exceeds the limit
The voice of Empire Heart rang in Seth's head.
His figure flickered.
The killing machine came up empty-handed.
The three visual devices on the killing machine's head began to rotate, searching 360 degrees for the enemy that was here just now.
The next second, Seth appeared from above it.
The chainsaw sword in his hand spun at high speed, stabbing at the killing machine.
A pale blue shield appeared, then quickly collapsed and shattered into countless pieces.
The chainsaw sword pierced into the body of the killing robot, and the high-speed rotating saw blade brought out a series of sparks.
With the help of gravity, the chainsaw sword slid all the way down and cut the entire back of the killing machine.
The huge machine staggered a few times and then collapsed with a loud bang.
Seth was just about to breathe a sigh of relief and call other teammates.
I had a premonition of danger and when I turned around, I saw a dozen eyes emitting red light.
One after another, strange killing robots rushed out of the darkness.
Its forelimbs were as sharp as those of a mantis, and they flashed coldly under the dim light.
"Damn it!" Seth's face changed.