Chapter 559 77 Interlude: Demons and Demons

Chapter 559 77. Interlude: Demons and Demons

Kalgio pulled the trigger, and a series of explosives rained down on the demon's chest armor like a rain of fire. Explosions, shattering, fragments flying in the air, the demon reached out and grabbed them all without a care, and then put them into his mouth.

The steel was eaten as food, and the grim smile on its beastly face never stopped. It ignored the shooting of the Sons of Calth, as if those deadly explosives were just pebbles to it.

And the fact is indeed so.

No bullet could make it bleed, but it took the initiative to cut its skin with its claws, blood splattered, hot steam steamed, and blood-red mist spread out from the wound, covering the entire station in an instant.

Several warnings immediately popped up on Kalgio's eyepiece, all of which were of the highest standard. The air has become a poisonous miasma, the filth of chaos is everywhere, and ghosts and evil spirits surge and scream in the blood.

Kabanha's grim laughter sounded in the air, as far away as thunder.

"Come out, stop deceiving yourself by being an assassin, bat! Don't let your kind be humiliated in the eternal war. They have accumulated countless skulls under their feet. How long will you waste in the mortal world before you can catch up with them?"

Kalgio drew his sword and walked towards the depths of the blood mist. The ground became soft and wet, like flesh and blood that had been trampled many times, making him walk slowly and with difficulty.

He ignored the words of the demon. From a long time ago, Kalgio learned one thing - no matter what the enemy said, they were just enemies, and every word they said was just a lie.

Kalgio knew these tricks too well. The people of Kos were born to face many hardships, and demons and their shadows were just one of them.

He walked calmly, with bright red mud hanging on his knees, and he was fully prepared. However, in the next second, a lightning-like light suddenly lit up in front of him.

The pale light pierced through the mist, revealing the two entangled figures like silhouettes on glass. The roar of the chainsaw halberd followed closely, and the devil's laughter appeared in the mist.

Calgio started running immediately, but the only picture he could capture through his eyepiece was a blood-red. The sound of collisions like thunder rolled in, one after another, one higher than the other.

The mist surged, and a giant sword and a long-handled weapon that was far less huge than it collided with each other, stirring up the wind and clouds, tearing the clouds apart, and completely revealing the battlefield in front of Calgio.

He saw the huge and ferocious beast, and Yago Sevitarion, who was far more terrifying than at any other time.

His eyes were shining with blue light representing psychic energy, and the roaring chainsaw halberd in his hand was wrapped with dark and silent flames. The collision of weapons between him and Kabanha was so fast that it was simply incomprehensible.

Calgio was shocked to find that, apart from this moment, he could not see any movement between them at all, only two shadows flickering alternately.

The fog soon rolled over and enveloped the captain's path again. He frowned, and before he could think, he heard a dog barking. He immediately raised his sword, and two scarlet beasts jumped out of the fog on the left and right, biting him.

Calgio roared and slashed with his sword. The blade smoothly cut through the bodies of the two blood hounds, cutting in from the wide-open mouth and sliding out from the back of the spine.

The elastic flesh fell to the ground, and the pale bones exposed in the cross section jumped with nerves. The two beasts screamed in pain, but they were still not dead. Calgio took a step back, raised his left leg and crushed one of them completely.

The flesh and blood splattered, and the other one seemed to have foreseen its own death. It didn't know where it got a force from, and stood up and ran back to the depths of the fog.

Calgio caught up with it in two steps, threw the sword in his hand to nail it to the ground, then strode forward, grasped the hilt, twisted his wrist, and dug it open.

At this moment, the ground began to tremble again, and a furious beast rushed out from the depths of the blood mist.

The son of Calgio recognized it with a cursory glance - the steel bull, the blood god's beast, a terrifying demon that could destroy the battle formation with a single charge, and this one was particularly large.

It hadn't discovered him yet, and was releasing its violent nature, trampling back and forth in the mist, looking for an enemy.

Calgio drew his sword, pulled out a plasma from the belt on his chest, and began to aim.

At this moment, a strong wind passed by his eyes, and a scarlet shadow roared and rushed towards the steel bull.

He held a huge axe in each hand, his white hair fluttered, his cloak was stained with blood, and every gap in his armor was filled with minced meat. It was unknown how many kills he had gone through.

Kalgio recognized him, so he felt more at ease.

"I will cover you!" he roared.

Skaladrick replied with a grin, as deep as a monster.

The Steel Bull immediately discovered his presence. Not to mention how much noise he made, his presence alone was hard for a creature like the Steel Bull to ignore.

The beast immediately turned around and raised its hoof, aiming at the charging Scarlet Lord, and was about to fall heavily and turn him into meat paste. But it didn't know that Scarladrick was not fighting alone.

A dozen Scarlet Claws jumped out of the darkness and landed on its head or back. The fist blades, claws, and single swords all pierced straight into the gaps in the brass armor on the Steel Bull.

Blood splashed, the steel bull roared, they succeeded in one strike, but they still did not give up, the most cruel among them even began to put stun grenades into the wounds.

In the explosion, the steel bull roared and shook its body, trying to throw them off, but how could Scarladrick miss such a good opportunity?

Under the reflection of the blue-white incandescent stream of preheated plasma, he jumped up, crossed his two axes, and the plasma accurately evaporated half of the steel bull's jaw, and his record completely cut off the beast's head.

Scarladrick landed lightly with its head that had not yet closed its eyes, and still did not stop, and threw out his left-handed power axe.

It whistled into the chest of a bloodletter, and penetrated its body without losing its momentum, sweeping more Khorne demons with broken flesh and blood, and immediately destroyed their infantry battle formation.

Of course, this was not the end. Scarladrick followed closely with a wild laugh, holding the axe in both hands, and chopped down a vampire head-on, chopping it in half with the sword.

The steaming internal organs fell to the ground, and the two sides of the body stuck on the axe and slid down stickily, but he immediately swung it, and the corpse flew out, falling around like a cannonball, splashing a pool of blood and flesh.

Calgio put his gun back, strode after him, and joined the bloody fight. He was not as fast as the Scarlet Claws in killing, but he was even more brave and cruel.

The sharp sword fell, and the servants of the Blood God roared at him and surrounded him, but Calgio chopped him into pieces in a few strokes. He was not fast, but he was extremely powerful and extremely accurate.

The random swings of the vampires who were eager for blood were often blocked or dodged by him, and the few attacks that really couldn't be avoided would also be cleverly blocked by him with the thickest part of the power armor.

His enemies did not have such accomplishments, but they had the advantage of being numerous, and they soon surrounded him. They roared with great excitement, and the one who roared the loudest received a bomb personally presented by Calgio.

The Chapter Master held the sword in one hand coldly, stood in place, and drew a horizontal line under his feet with the sword.

He looked at them coldly, but how could the Night's Sons abandon their friends? The slaughter of the Scarlet Claws soon came from behind them. Calgio seized the opportunity and beheaded the bloodletter closest to him with one sword, and then cut another in half with another sword.

Suddenly, there was a whistle in the sky, and Kabanha fell straight down like a world-destroying meteor. The scarlet wings full of cracks suddenly spread out, and a gust of wind came, blowing the corpses and minced meat all over the ground.

It laughed and swung its right hand, and the huge sword with a cruel arc and a hand guard like an angel's wings suddenly chopped down. The three veterans of the Scarlet Claws were unable to dodge and were hit instantly.

The Terminator Armor did not provide any protection, and this was not even the role of the sword, because it was too wide, too thick, and too blunt. Kabanha relied entirely on his brute force to cut the three veterans in half, including their armor.

Skaladrik roared and rushed forward, and Kabanha laughed and swung his sword again, blocking all his attacks with one hand.

The demon's eyes were full of admiration, it swung its sword, then pressed it down, forcing the Scarlet Lord to wrestle with it. One by one, the words with thick blood flowed out from its sharp teeth, and its accent was as noble as that of an ancient noble.

"You are very talented, Skaladrik, why don't you embrace the desire for violence deep in your nature? The gods I believe in and I have no requirements for you, we just hope that you embrace yourself, that's all."

"Never!" The Lord roared, his pale face completely illuminated by the scarlet light deep in the demon's eyes.

Kabanha smiled and nodded, not surprised by this expected answer.

It exerted force suddenly, knocking the prince completely away, then turned around and swung its tail. The iron hammer at the end of its long tail deeply sank into Skaldrick's breastplate, adding a new force to his forced flight.

Then, it swung its sword again, blocking a chain saw halberd that shredded the mist as if it had foreseen it.

Compared to itself, that weapon was nothing, and it would probably not be a big deal even if it was hit once. However, just because the person holding it was Yago Sevitarion, Kabanha adjusted his attitude.

"Make up your mind quickly, Bat." It urged. "I don't want to waste time on these weaklings, order them to retreat."

"I can also order my army to be restrained and let your troops pass. I have no interest in what you are going to do. I only have one request-you must abandon your fragile body. How about it? Is this a fair deal?"

Sevitar's answer to this was just a sneer of contempt. The radiance of psychic energy emanated from his hands. Kabanha roared in disgust, and his skin suddenly exploded.

Its armor became the best conductor at this moment, completely transporting the supernatural lightning to every corner of its huge body. And it couldn't even retreat. Sevatar didn't give it this opportunity.

His chain saw halberd always kept in contact with the giant sword, and the saw teeth wrapped in black flames stuck to the sword body tightly.

"Let go." Sevatar whispered to this mountain-like enemy. "As long as you let go, you will have a chance to resist."

Kabanha didn't answer. Its appearance this time was not so sudden, but it was definitely not prepared. The strength of the flesh has decreased a lot, far from being comparable to the battle on Terra.

But it also has its own pride. A warrior will let go and throw down his weapon in battle?

"Unless I die." Under the destruction of lightning, Kabanha vomited blood and answered with a grin.

Sevatar narrowed his eyes. At first glance, he seemed to have the upper hand, and he could even kill Kabanha completely at this moment with his unreasonable psychic power.

However, this was just a beautiful fantasy. If you look closely, you will find that his skin is trembling and disintegrating.

He can use his power without restraint, but the barrier of reality still requires him to pay a certain price. This is an iron law that no one can avoid, unless they go deep into the warp, then they don't have to care about anything.

And the demon is also very clear about this. It has never crossed that boundary and briefly pulled Kaos into the surreal world.

It has the support of the blood god, so it is not difficult to do this, and as long as it does so, it and other servants of Khorne will usher in a qualitative change and can easily win, but it will not do this.

Kabanha is never stupid.

"Come on."

The demon laughed softly, raised his head proudly, and the blood around him was boiling vigorously, like magma, completely covering it and Sevatar. Others were not even allowed to get close, and could only watch them disappear in the gradually approaching fog.

Sevatar sneered and increased his psychic power, joining this special wrestling without any care.

He received an approving smile, an admiring look, and a roar.

"Brave! Fearless!" Kabanha roared in praise. "You deserve the blessing of the Blood God for this, Yago Sevatarion!"

"I don't like it." Sevatar replied with a fake smile.

Kabanha laughed loudly, flapped his wings and took off, carrying him all the way up from the broken cave before, and in just a moment he arrived at the terrible surface of Calth, which was devastated.

Here, the group of savage mutants were being slaughtered, and the blood-red ocean had already submerged the land.

The demon growled proudly: "Look, my opponent, I will start from here and sow the seeds of war."

Sevatar did not answer, and a feeling of annoyance rose in his heart. The power of chaos is pervasive, and is passively persuading him - perhaps it cannot be called persuasion, it should be said to be a kind of instinct.

This instinct is telling him to summon his kind. Sevatar certainly knows that he can do this. He only needs a thought to summon the demons he is familiar with on the altar of Koth, which has been soaked in hatred for 10,000 years.

But he can't do this. Chaos is chaos after all. Every named revenge demon will passively bring a spiral of hatred to the world around them.

What's more, this is Koth.

If he summons here, Sevatar is 100% sure that he will summon Van Cleef.

At that time, Kabanha can die, but what about the world around Koth? What about the Sons of Koth and those Koth people who are still alive? In fact, let alone them, even the Sons of Night may not be able to avoid that terrible influence.

What to do.?

He continued wrestling in silence, but a calm and familiar voice rang in his ears.

"You can also call the Night Spirit."

In the strong wind, poisonous sunlight, and radioactive dust, Sevatar turned his head suddenly and saw a familiar demon.

It was Shen, he knew it at a glance.

Kabanha laughed ecstatically, and Sevatar roared furiously, loosened his weapon, and angrily rebuked: "Who summoned you?!"

"Does it matter?" The demon who was once Shen answered.