"Get over here and face me! You sub space freak dog traitor!"

Although the war was raging around, soshyan could not care about these. His eyes were only salpurdon, who was embarrassed to retreat.

Braving the hail of bullets, he launched a series of horizontal attacks. The flying sword was as fast as a thunder eagle, almost tearing the air, and salperdon also waved a chain saw sword to block it.

The collision between metals is like the bell that heralds the end of the world.

Soshyan's fierce offensive even made it difficult for the think tank curator to resist. Knowing that defense alone would undoubtedly die, he could only fight against the side of soshyan's chest armor.

In the process, he simply threw a chain saw sword, tricked soshyang into blocking once, and then waved two sharp variant appendages forward, bent on tearing off soshyang's head.

Soshyan tried to dodge, but he didn't completely dodge. His claw crossed his shoulder armor.

Ceramics burst, thick smoke rose, and cermet silver splashed all over soshyang's face.

Salpurdon took advantage of the situation to press on, and the sharp barbs on the appendage bit deeply into soshyan's arm like sawteeth.

Soshyan endured the sharp pain and clenched his teeth.

"Traitor, you can't defeat me! Now you die."

Salpurdon raised another appendage to end the terrible enemy, but he didn't notice the killing intention in soshyan's eyes.

It's just a hoax.

Just as he was doing something, soshyan suddenly broke free of his claws, raised his hand and tore off an appendage.

Then, with the fragmentation of armor and flesh, soshyan stabbed the tip of the long sword into the body of the think tank curator with one hand.

A violent shock wave broke out.

Soshyan chased after the victory, and his arm continued to exert force. He slowly rolled the long sword into the lining of the armor and penetrated the close fitting armor.

Finally, Shengyan sword pierced the fallen flesh and blood.

The curator of the think tank lowered his head and looked unbelievably at the bloody sword tip protruding from his flank. On his purple ceramic armor, a thin layer of blood trickled down.

"This sword was stabbed for gorgorgori!!"

The eager blade inserted

In salpurdon's viscera, the curator of the think tank immediately screamed in pain, and the rebels panicked for a moment.

Then soshyan pulled out the tactical dagger and stabbed it into his chest.

"This knife is the emperor's punishment!"

"No --!"

The degenerate think tank curator roared up to the sky, and a hot soul fire gushed out of his mouth and turned into a sub space storm.

Countless burst lightning flashed over soshyan's armor surface, and the other party's wound even burned a purple glow. Under the action of powerful psionics, even the edge of reality gradually became blurred.

Salpurdon staggered back and tried to pull out his sword.

Soshyansi did not let go and kept pressing the weapon in the wound.

At this time, two chain saw swords waved towards soshyang's head. He could only step back and pull out the long sword block.

Salperdon immediately fell to his knees and his head hung down weakly.

The pale flesh hung loosely on his head, and a gloomy energy halo surrounded him, whispering from time to time in the void.

"Take him away!"

Gladys, the veteran sergeant of the soul drinker, shouted loudly while waving a power axe to intercept soshyan. Immediately, two veterans went up and dragged salpurdon away.

"Put him down! Damn it!"

Soshyan wanted to rush up, but was stopped by several weapons. He could only fight with these veterans.

On the other side of the battlefield, the situation began to tilt sharply towards the loyal side.

"What kind of guy is that!"

"Stop him - ah!!!"

"Come on! Retreat! Retreat!"

Sevita went straight to the soul drinker's priest alone, like an unstoppable storm. When his special-shaped leather cloak was raised, everyone could not help but cast a huge shadow on their hearts.

More than twenty soul drinker veterans have been cut off by him in a very short time.

The first man was completely opened, and the roaring halberd pierced him to the end. The rotating serrations tore the body apart, splashing the skin, bones and internal organs everywhere.

But the crow Prince didn't care about the bloody scene.

When he cut off a guy's arm, the man had just pulled out his sword.

Realizing that the other party's goal was himself, Iktinos immediately summoned people to surround sevita.

Sevita simply waved his arm. A veteran who had served for more than 200 years immediately flew out like a broken spear handle and hit a place beyond his sight.

The next second, he nailed another man to the ground.

The elite veterans who once swaggered on the battlefield wailed like animals to be slaughtered.

Then he took another man's life with a wild slash, and then cut his heart to make the ground full of intestines.

But ixtinos had taken the opportunity to escape.

Sevita was not in a hurry. A soul drinker's assault veteran rushed at him with a jet backpack and waved a chain saw sword.

His leg lifting was a savage kick. He kicked the opponent's chest accurately. With great strength, he directly penetrated the sternum and broke the spine.

At the same time, sol had dealt with the traitors in the loyal side with exquisite skills, and 15 heads were cut off - they fought side by side with the star Knights not long ago.

"Retreat! All retreat!!"

Ixtinos issued a decisive order, leaving more than 200 soul drinkers veterans to leave the battlefield and begin to retreat outside the hall.

The loyal party naturally pursued, especially soshyan, rushed to the forefront of the team.

At the same time, the warships in orbit also received the information of the tragedy in the star castle. The two strike cruisers that had stayed in orbit began to move, but one of the engines had just started and the void shield had not been raised in time. They were immediately hit by several dazzling light spears and turned into dust.

"Target hit! Destroyed!"

On the bridge of the unbound soul, the officer in charge of scanning the array reported loudly.

"Good, give the second gun hound

Send a communication, we have targeted them, either perish or surrender! "

Lothar gave orders coldly from the command post.

In fact, long before soshyan went down to the star castle, sol asked him to aim at the other two attack cruisers with the fire control system, and attack immediately if there was any change.

That's why the two strike cruisers were attacked as soon as they moved - on the other hand, they didn't know the firepower range of Pluto class heavy cruisers and thought that their current position was safe.

Soon, the officer in charge of communication shouted:

"The other side agreed to surrender!"

"Scan monitoring, the other party has turned off the engine!"

"Received, continue monitoring."

At this time, the operation officer of the array responsible for monitoring sub spatial fluctuations suddenly stood up from his position.

"Report! Abnormal fluctuations in subspace!"

"Details!"

"A warship is leaving sub space. According to the scan, it should be a... Waste ship."

"Waste ship?"

Lothar frowned and felt that things were not simple.

"Continue monitoring."

"Copy that!"