Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

A mechanical priest glared with eyes full of anger, his face full of ferociousness, and let out a deafening roar: "Die! Damn heretic!"

While roaring, he raised high the power axe in his hand that was flashing with cold light, and pounced towards Motuo like a mad beast.

Even the iron mask on the face of the Mechanical Priest changed under his angry expression, just like the skin of a normal person, with extremely rich expression changes.

However, Motuo seemed extremely calm while running. He looked at the mechanical priest rushing towards him with an expressionless face and raised the plasma pistol in his left hand.

Just as the mechanical priest was about to rush in front of him, Motuo pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Swish!" With a clear sound, a beam of azure plasma suddenly shot out from the plasma pistol, cutting through the void at an astonishing speed and hitting the mechanical priest's head accurately.

In an instant, the Mechanical Priest's head was pierced. The Mechanical Priest, who was originally running wildly, suddenly lost his support and fell heavily to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, raising a cloud of dust.

As the corpse fell to the ground, the breath of life emanating from it quickly dissipated.

However, behind this mechanical priest, a large number of combat servants and members of the Skitarii were rushing towards him.

They are armed with a variety of weapons, including laser guns, chainsaw swords, flamethrowers, etc., which are diverse and dazzling.

While running at full speed, these people fired wildly at Motuo and others, trying to stop their charge with dense firepower.

For a moment, the sound of gunfire resounded throughout the hall, and countless attacks intertwined together, forming an impenetrable web of death.

But Motuo and the Space Marines were no ordinary people either. They moved flexibly among the hail of bullets, sometimes jumping and dodging, sometimes sliding forward with the help of jet packs, brushing past the whistling bullets and energy beams, which could not cause any effective damage to them.

Despite the large number of enemies and their fierce attacks, everything seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the superb combat skills of these Space Marines.

Even if an attack could hit the Space Marine, it would remain intact under the protection of the Space Marine's three layers of energy shields.

Only if the Space Marines don't stand still and take the attacks head-on, it is generally difficult to overload the three layers of energy shields on the Space Marines at the same time and cause damage to the Space Marines.

Medog looked at the Mechanicus army charging towards him with a disdainful smile on his face: "A bunch of trash!"

Medog held the flaming sword shining with blazing flames tightly in both hands, staring coldly at the surging and growing army of the Mechanicus in front of him.

He knew in his heart that getting too entangled with these Mechanicus armies was not a good idea. Only by quickly killing the Ruler Sage and the Forge General would he be able to win the war more easily.

Under Motuo's control, the flames on the Flame Sword, which were already extremely hot, became even more intense, as if an invisible force was continuously injected into it.

In the blink of an eye, a huge fireball gathered around the Flame Sword, as dazzling as the scorching sun. The high temperature and heat waves it emitted were suffocating, and the powerful sense of oppression it brought was even more shocking.

The Space Marines who had originally surpassed Motuo stopped in their tracks when they saw the flaming sword in Motuo's hand emitting such a strong and brilliant light.

Faced with the terrifying power released by the Flame Sword, even if they were wearing extremely sturdy platinum power armor, they would be instantly swallowed up by the terrifying high-temperature flames released by the Flame Sword.

These Space Marines stopped and quickly hid behind Motuo, looking at the flaming sword in Motuo's hand with envy.

Motuo looked at the Mechanicus army which was only a dozen meters away from him, and immediately swung the flaming sword in his hand towards them.

A wave of flames covering a wide area burst out from the flaming sword in Motuo's hand.

The terrifying wave of flames originating from the flaming sword was like a violent beast breaking free from its restraints, surging out with the force of a tidal wave.

In an instant, it gathered into a huge wave of fire that covered the sky and swallowed up the earth. With an endless breath of destruction, it pounced towards the Mechanicus army like a ferocious fire dragon.

Wherever this wave of fire passed, everything was reduced to ashes by its high temperature.

The originally extremely hard steel floor melted easily like fragile paper the moment it came into contact with the waves of flames, turning into clumps of gray-white ashes that floated in the air with the heat wave.

By the time the members of the Mechanicus realized the danger was coming, it was already too late. Facing the overwhelming waves of flames, they had no power to resist at all.

Before he could even utter a desperate scream, he was ruthlessly swept into it and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, completely swallowed up by this extremely powerful wave of flames.

The waves of flames advanced forward unstoppably, sweeping across as if to burn the entire world into a sea of ​​fire.

It was not until it was less than a hundred meters away from the platform in the center of the hall that its power finally began to gradually weaken and eventually slowly dissipated into nothingness.

Although the flames had dissipated, they left behind a devastating scene. Wherever it passed, all members of the Mechanicus were wiped out, leaving only ashes on the ground as a sign of the life that once existed.

Kasir and Yeks on the high platform had expressions of horror on their faces, their eyes fixed on the flaming sword in Motuo's hand that was burning with raging flames.

Their eyes widened, their mouths opened, their bodies trembled involuntarily, and they were completely shocked by the scene before them and speechless.

The blazing flames and the earth-shattering power displayed by the flaming sword made them feel an unprecedented fear and awe.

Yekes murmured in horror, "What kind of weapon is this? It actually has such terrifying power.

Our elite army was completely wiped out by this wave of flames?"

Cahill's face also showed a look of horror, and he shook his head helplessly: "I... I don't know! What kind of terrifying weapon is this? How can it be so powerful?"

The two had never imagined that a weapon used for individual combat could have such terrifying power. It was beyond the limits of their imagination.