Chapter 112 Demon Host, Psychic Power, but I Am Immune to Magic
Chapter 112 Demon Host, Spirit Power, but He is Immune to Magic
Irritable, terrifying, riotous, Spirit is like a wave rolling in the warp, those with weak souls will vomit, faint, and lose consciousness in an instant, and those with strong wills can barely resist. Those violent emotions made the Space Marines instantly realize that in that area where the warp and reality are blurred, something came out of the High Heaven.
But they considered the mortals and did not shout the name of that thing. "Mortal, get out!"
The Imperial Guard will not give in. It is not that they have not fought with the Space Marines. The iron hammer of the Empire has never been afraid of aliens or heretics, but the blood-red sergeant, the angel Han Xuan wearing the broken flesh of the orcs. "Get out!"
The battle cry that only aliens or heretics would use, the fierce sound is enough to destroy the central nervous system of mortals. Although the legs were spared, it also made the soldiers of the Fourth Regiment of Skadi feel the tinnitus like the explosion of a flash bomb at a very close distance.
Although they still would not retreat until Lieutenant Colonel Alanbair said. "Yes, listen to the angels, they retreat, we go behind him, but don't be too far away, he has something with the angels."
The Imperial Guards followed the officer's order without any doubt, and after the orderly retreat, the gray thing in the tunnel revealed its true appearance, sharp teeth, cat eyes, chains bound its body, festering and broken gray skin and a human-sized body. It is hard to say whether it is a "cruel" thing compared to Skug.
"Heretics..." The sergeant raised the explosive rifle and fired. Almost instantly, the thin spirit shield blocked all the fine bombs of the empire.
Then the heretic body floated up. Its limbs had withered and shrunk because it had never been used since it was a child. It had been floating with the use of psychic power. The stinging screams of creatures that did not belong to the physical world filled the tunnel. Even the Space Marines could not help but kneel on one knee...
They raised their bombs and weapons to attack, but the powerful psychic power was enough to resist most of the attacks from humans in the material world. The existence of the demon host had the power of subspace creatures and physical creatures, with both immortality and the power to appear in reality.
Mingming was angry because of the few consciousnesses of its host. It was ridiculous that the blade of the Empire was pressed to the ground by the psychic power because of the death of its owner.
But that kind of power was definitely true. The psychic power was so strong that the only leaked consciousness energy filled the surroundings with dark blue electric sparks. Its pressure only took a few seconds, and the ceramic steel armor of the Space Marines began to crack.
The sergeant drew his weapon and shot the monster with his sickle. His superhuman strength and destructive stance pierced through the psychic shield. In a situation where other Space Marines could hardly reach their limit, the sergeant could burst out with such terrible power, which showed how strict his training was.
"He is the blood of the Ultramarines. They must not let him down. The glory of Macragge!"
"Brother! Shoot!"
When the psychic shield was pierced, a war cry that shook the world appeared in the narrow tunnel. "The Scourge is coming!"
Then came the chainsaw swords, explosive bombs, a small amount of plasma, and even the individual anti-vehicle weapons used by the Astartes. The terrible lethality that could almost overflowed burst out, and the Emperor's roar burned everything.
Senior Staff Officer Kane once commented that the firepower of the Space Marines was powerful. As the blade of the Imperial Blade, they had the most advanced weapons and equipment in the universe, enough to defeat most of the aliens and heretics in the world, so as to let the Emperor's angels continue to fight. Everything they had was the best.
Those fine weapons pierced the demon's body, and the demon's body instantly turned into dust, mummy-like charcoal, and even completely lost the characteristics of the creature.
But the core of the demon host is not the host, and the demon, as a subspace creature, can still be resurrected even if the body is completely dissipated. Compared with the body, the soul of the demon host is the most important.
The soul connects the creatures of the material universe, and the wisdom generated by the creature is projected in the subspace. This is complementary. Although there are creatures with weak spirits but no wisdom, there are almost no creatures with strong spirits but stupidity. Whether to master spirits or communicate with the subspace requires countless wisdom.
Although it is not known whether the Squig has a special variant, it can be judged based on the current situation. The Squig definitely has human-level wisdom, so it is also immortal like the human host.
The body that had turned to charcoal began to revive visibly, and the psychic shield was instantly repaired. No physical legs could drive away a demon, but it was not impossible to kill the demon host, but the conditions were strange. Sometimes it required fire, sometimes sunlight, and sometimes silver weapons. It seemed that the matter had something to do with both the host and the demon.
In other words, although the current Space Marines can destroy the host's body, they cannot punish the heretic demon, unless there are special psychic troops or weapons and equipment that can punish demons...
The destruction only brought the anger of the demon host. The terrifying heretic sent out a psychic shock, which was a technology that could absolutely crush the human mind, and it could also be roughly judged that the demon was good at psychic things.
Compared with the weak witchcraft produced by the careful study of the subspace energy in the short life of human psychics, the power of the demon could threaten the existence of a true demigod. The terrible mental shock spread there. Even the Space Marines and the sergeants of the Destruction Eagle Regiment couldn't help but cover their heads and shout to the emperor...
But the Untouchables are extremely rare, extremely special, and extremely terrifying genetic mutations of humans. They are like a black hole, sucking all the spirits and souls into their side, and then dissipating. No one knows where those spirits go, but even ordinary people will feel disgusted and uncomfortable because their souls are being pulled, let alone the creatures of the subspace.
The badge of Alanbair is playing that effect all the time. When those spirits screamed and expanded in the corridor, the soldiers of the Fourth Regiment of Skadi felt nothing. They just looked at the damn alien, wondering what leg it used to make the Space Marines so embarrassed.
"Don't move, all members of the Skadi Fourth Regiment, don't move, he asked to leave for a while, during that time we heard and felt anything, don't ask to believe, don't ask to move, don't ask to understand."
"Staff, he has always trusted me the most, if any soldier moves more than three meters away from the original position, shoot."
"Ryan is in school, he knows very well that your will is like a solid stone, like a gift from the Emperor, I should stand up, so, protect them there." Alan Baier gave orders one by one, and the atmosphere made the place solemn.
"What should I do, Lieutenant Colonel, I have a lot of things to do, and I need to continue to serve the Emperor." The staff asked.
"The head of the Skadi Fourth Regiment, he denied my tactical plan, that matter should be more people, the better." Ryan replied in school.
Alan Baier shook his head. "No, no, no, that matter can only be handled by him." He looked at the damned fusion of the alien and the heretic. In the untouchables, he could see a disabled jumping thing floating in the air, but he knew that thing was a real...demon!
The Empire would never keep the devil secret. Even if he was an imperial officer, he would still undergo memory cleansing and various tests of the Inquisition to determine whether he would clear his memory or die. As for ordinary mortal soldiers and imperial residents, they would all be dealt with uniformly.
The subspace is such an existence. As a biological entity of the subspace, the devil is its representative. Unlike those strange existences that are vague and cannot be distinguished as illusions or reality, the devil will start to seduce a person for a long time if he knows it.
And the devil is difficult to kill. People who have seen records related to the devil, entities, and those with weak consciousness will become the bridge between the subspace and reality. Although the Empire often contacts the subspace for long-term space travel, the tolerance for the devil is extremely low. Only the angelic will like the Space Marines can know its existence.
Therefore, Alanbair was even very grateful to the Destruction Eagles. Their kindness was not expressed in words, but their actions still showed the few human qualities of the Skadi Fourth Regiment.
And now in that narrow road less than a mile long, the Imperial Guard, Space Marines, and Demons, three forces intertwined there. The complex situation and narrow illusion made Alanbair realize that he must find a way to end that situation.
And there is no doubt that the wreck still left him a big gift.
Alanbair stepped forward. The power of the untouchables was not to deny the stench and shield, but to absorb those things, even the souls of living people. The armor of the Space Marines could use a completely closed self-system to be immune to any physical toxins in that universe, but they still felt the nausea that they had not seen for a long time...
It was smelly, too smelly, it felt like human clothes that had not been washed for several years were stuck inside their armor, and it was full of them.
"Ugh..."
"Ugh..."
"Emperor! Save him!"
The Space Marines have extremely strong wills, but no, obviously, the Space Marine armor has kept them away from the stench for too long, which is understandable. You know, when around the Untouchables, ordinary people with weak wills and thin souls will vomit and diarrhea directly to the point of not being able to hold their weapons. The psychic like the navigator will not be able to help it, give up any of their responsibilities, and kill that thing, and even guide the battleship into the subspace storm for him.
But even so, the nausea is better than having his head cracked by the psychic countless times. The Space Marine officer climbed up, and all the pressure and psychic control before disappeared. "Thank me, mortal, my dark age technology saved them."
"But no, I still shouldn't have come there. I'm looking directly at it. I will be strictly investigated by the Inquisition later, because..."
Alan Baierma was saying. "What, sir, are you confused? He can't see any heresy. In fact, he saw that you were suddenly in pain and came over."
"If you are talking about warp creatures or something, in fact, after he turned on the device, he basically couldn't see the warp creatures."
"There is no way, the untouchables are like that. He sticks to the device and enjoys the disgusting feeling the whole time."
The sergeant choked and then answered. "Don't ask for that thing, mortal, let those witchcrafts of the dark age continue to protect me, Emperor bless, I am so lucky."
"Come on, brothers, shoot!"
Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, so many Space Marines fired, to be honest, the one who was not shot when Alanbair saw it for the first time, the sense of security must be full, but such an attack still cannot destroy the demon. In fact, even the power of the untouchables cannot directly destroy the demon body.
Legend has it that there are reverse spirits or anti-spirits that are more powerful than the Untouchables. Some of them can even completely destroy demons by getting close to them. However, Alanbar cannot do it. He can even see the tricks of those spirits clearly.
In the case where there is no way to destroy the demon host, Alan Bair is the only thing that can help the Space Marines. Although the demon host can use the spirit to mobilize rocks or corpses to hit the Space Marines to escape the situation where the spirit cannot intervene, but in the face of the situation where the spirit cannot intervene, For human demigods, those things are completely incapable of causing damage.
If we go east like that, the Skadi Fourth Regiment and the staff will be destroyed by the heretical machine soul of the battleship Dongjian. The Space Marines will be able to leave there, but the mission of destroying the hulk will also be completely disrupted by the demon host.
That host has a strange tendency to like ruthless green skins. If the green skins of the remaining East thrive under its help, I wonder if there are at least 100,000 green skins left there. With all the people in the army, they can still control Mandeville by force. point.
Moreover, the machine spirits there are extremely hostile to humans. Obviously, they will not give up if they starve all the humans in that sector to death.
The lieutenant colonel can use his little brain, then open his personal void shield, and pick up various things to greet the mutant jumping body while the space warriors and demon hosts stare at each other.
He picked up the flamethrower first. "Ah, there are green skins, so they are not dead?!"
Swish, swish, the flames burned the demon host. There is no doubt that the demon host hated the untouchable person extremely. Ruming was burned fiercely again. It charged directly with all its strength, but when it got close to Alan Bair, , Lingke suddenly disappeared, fell to the ground, and turned into a big rubber ball, rolling around on the ground.
Alan Bair can indeed take that thing away directly, but the equipment needs to be charged, and his state on the battleship is likely to cause the navigator and astropath to go crazy, causing a lot of vomiting, and even he himself can't stand it.
Alan Bair could step on the ball in full view of everyone and ask, "What are we playing, Angels?" "
the sergeant replied. "Mortals, don't ask for..."
He stopped because he saw Alan Bair using various weapons on the ground to smash, chop, and mess with the demon host. Although the demon host was not afraid of physical attacks, it could not help but be taken by an untouchable person. Going through all kinds of strange green-skinned weapons or Astra Militarum equipment...
Scrooge's helpless, surrendering wails were all made out. Alan Bair looked at the poor alien and heretic who was beaten with blood and blood, and felt a trace of...
Annoyed, he cursed inwardly, why is that thing so thick? He greeted even harder, and the Space Marine also blushed. There was no demon visible in that mortal, and he clearly knew the situation better than anyone else!
To improve efficiency, the Space Marines stood next to the Imperial Guard officers, collecting any usable gadgets on the battlefield or even around them, and handed them to the Lieutenant Colonel to execute the heretic.
I have to say, listening to that majestic thing wailing just now was very loyal and refreshing.
But the Fourth Skadi Regiment couldn't bear to stay outside the chaotic battleship for a long time. They had to kill that thing quickly...
In this way, the long execution continued until Alan Bair himself felt exhausted. At this moment, the Space Marine handed over a special thing, which was the animal taming pincer of the dead orc boss. It was made of green skin, with a long handle and Something with a clip.
And Alan Bayer vaguely felt that that thing could...
He raised the pliers and approached the demon host. The thing had gone through countless tortures and was unresponsive to various attacks. Under such circumstances, when he saw the pliers, it immediately trembled and struggled.
Alain Byrma was pressing it hard, and the Space Marines were pressing it urgently. I wonder if it was a war brother weighing about the weight of a car plus an adult male. The devil instantly became more obedient.
"Ha, I found it, go to hell! Heretic! Deny the emperor!"
The beast-taming pincers are raised high, and the fatal attack horse is in Luodong. The fate of the entire galaxy, the fate of the sector, the fate of tens of billions of humans, and very much the fate of the Gondwa sub-sector are all linked to that attack. middle…
Drive out, drive out all the evil spirits in the subspace!
"Only Ultramar!" The sergeant couldn't help showing off!
And that weapon has fallen into the possession of the devil...
Going out to play tomorrow, there will be more. By the way, why doesn’t he use numbers to represent chapters? Isn’t Chapter 111 bad?