Chapter 520: Bullying the Weak

It was not easy for him not to be kicked away by Perturabo's heavy kick. The pharmacist held his breath and endured the severe pain in his body.

He pulled out the chain saw sword stuck in the ground and swung it upward with all his strength. His whole body spread out like a crescent moon, pouring all his strength into this blow.

Taste the sharpness of the giant shark's teeth!

The pharmacist roared in his heart. He could see the pale giant shark's teeth spinning on the chain saw sword. These sharp teeth taken from the mouth of the huge beast in the ice storage of Nicol's flagship have exaggerated hardness and sharpness. The scalpel on his body was ground with giant teeth.

More than a hundred years of grinding did not disappoint his efforts. This scalpel helped him solve a lot of strong and tough muscles and skin as hard as iron.

I believe that the giant teeth on this chain saw sword will make the unidentified Terminator pay a heavy price.

Sparks flew away, and the giant teeth sent out layers of fine metal chips. Perturabo's leg armor was cut with a thin scratch, which was not even considered a damage, at most just a scratch.

"You can attack me. Haha! You can be proud, kid." Perturabo snorted and laughed, and sent the pharmacist to the wall with another experienced whip kick.

Perturabo suppressed the attacks of the white shark again and again with just his legs. The way he put his hands behind his back was full of mockery, and also showed how arrogant he was deep in his heart.

Soon the body of the white shark could not support them to continue fighting. Even if the soldiers wanted to kill the thief, their broken armor and broken bones could not support them to make the next charge.

The priest could only watch his comrades suffer torture and humiliation, and he could only watch helplessly.

The psychic rope was still tightly binding his body, and the priest's unwillingness and rage in his heart became more and more intense.

The eyes under his helmet became darker and darker. He saw the destruction of the Third Company of the Carcharodon, the intensification of the unrest on the planet, and their cowardly state of failing to atone for their sins.

Should this happen? Can this happen? It won't happen!

The priest showed infinite loyalty and respect to the Emperor in his heart, and paid high tribute to the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle. He must save the Third Company of the Carcharodon in this desperate situation.

Even if he couldn't save his brothers in the regiment, he had to let them die in his hands, and never let their glorious bodies be tainted by aliens and traitors.

The priest's eyes became as dark as ink, and his pupils, which were not very clear, were covered by pure darkness, adding cruelty, madness, and tyranny to his face.

In front of the priest, a dark shadow appeared. This shadow looked roughly like a crow, but no details belonging to birds could be seen on its body.

The place where the feathers should have been was replaced by black and red eyes, which were all over the dark crow's body, looking at the priest with a kind of pity and contempt.

"You shouldn't have come back."

The mixed chaotic voices could only be heard by the priest, and it attacked the priest's body with a trembling feeling of all genetic origin.

Cold sweat condensed on the body, the mind was filled with anger of being abandoned, and the power of atonement condensed in the flesh and blood.

"There is something wrong with that person. I feel something is looking at him." The two Si Zhan who controlled the psychic rope said in unison, and their control of the psychic rope became more and more difficult.

There was a subtle sound of breaking, and the sensitive Eldar present heard this sound from the sea of ​​souls.

This is the breaking of the line of humanity.

Perturabo threw the seriously injured pharmacist at Lin Fan's feet, and he suddenly felt an unfamiliar creepy feeling crawling up his spine.

He is the original body! When can he feel this strange feeling?

Under the nervous Eldar and Perturabo's curious gaze, the psychic rope broke, and the priest stood up straight, without raising his head, but silently grasped his scepter of atonement.

"We have to destroy him! He is being watched by the evil demon!" Si Zhan was very nervous. When the psychic rope broke, they felt the shadow of the warp that the priest saw in a trance.

What a magnificent power of the warp, what a terrifying power of the warp.

Is it a great demon lurking in the chaotic tide?

Si Zhan didn't know what it was, but she knew that thing definitely did not belong to the mortal world.

"This is so interesting, I hope you can let me stretch my muscles."

Perturabo became interested, he wanted to see what this man-eating shark priest could do.

The priest silently merged into the shadows and then disappeared on Perturabo's observer.

Neither the naked eye nor the detector could capture the priest's trace, Perturabo quickly adjusted the frequency of the detector for directional scanning.

Then, on the display of the built-in screen of his helmet, a yellow mark appeared on the left side that was about to be attacked.

Perturabo trusted his equipment, just like he communicated with the outside world only through data on the Iron Blood.

Everything can deceive you, but data will not.

Perturabo kicked sideways, and saw a shadow holding a dagger being kicked by him. The shadow had no weight or texture when kicked, and Perturabo felt that he kicked a ball of air.

The shadow was kicked away by the heavy boots, and Perturabo sighed for a moment, not knowing what effect the shadow dagger would have. Then he felt the touch of the scepter hitting his waist.

It didn't hurt, this attack was not enough to break through the composite protective layer of his armor. But the anger of being attacked by a Space Marine with impure gene seeds was real.

Perturabo had long seen that there was something wrong with the gene seeds of this group of Carcharhinus warbands, and a large amount of gene seeds from other warbands were mixed in.

As for the pharmacist who had just successfully scratched his leg armor, Perturabo had already smelled three different smells from his blood: World Eaters, Night Lords, and Raven Guards.

God knows why these guys haven't died because of the genetic conflict.

Perturabo looked back at his waist that was attacked, and saw that the priest who was immersed in the shadow appeared again. After completing an attack, he sank into the shadow and disappeared.

Perturabo narrowed his eyes. He still didn't see any trace of the priest on the detector just now. Only his naked eyes could see a vague shadow through the eyepiece.

In Perturabo's sight, the priest was an almost transparent guy. Only a small part of his body was exposed, and the exposed outline looked more like the shadow left after the object was highlighted by a highlight.

This kind of elusiveness reminded Perturabo of a brother, a brother he was not good at dealing with.