"Well……"

When Soshiyan pulled the sword out of Molinit's chest, the World-Eater let out a low growl.

Then he blindly waved the chainsaw axe, as if he was holding a torch that drove out the darkness, but did not hit any target.

The coldness and disgust that came from Soshiyan became even stronger. Molinit felt that the person standing in front of him was not a space warrior, but a small black hole, pulling his soul away from his body little by little.

This feeling scared him very much because his soul belongs to the Blood God only. If he cannot return to the Blood God's seat, then everything he strives for will be meaningless.

"Get out! Get out!"

Molinit roared and tried to drive away the other party, but it didn't work.

The silver-gray silhouette flashed past him, and then the heavy jagged battle axe fell to the ground with a bang, and then the axe-holding hand fell down.

The blood of the world-swallower is as bright as molten gold on the metal floor, and the fuel tank is still burning. Mars is swept into the air by the wind, like groups of fireflies, which turn into charred ashes when they fall back.

The World-Devourer pulled out the fighting dagger from the scabbard tied to his calves and tried to kneel down, but the tip of the sword was leaning against his jaw.

"You failed, and your so-called God did not bless you."

Soshyang gasped, the extraordinary touches had gone away from him, and the cold blood was frozen in his heart.

But he could still stand and see the soft part of the armor that resisted the throat of the World-Swallower. He decomposed the colorful colors surrounding the silver blade, but did not touch the surface of the other party's neck armor at all.

"The Emperor will despise your soul, go to death."

That moment is coming. As long as you move your wrist gently and exert a little force, the head of the World-Swallower will roll off your shoulders.

Soshiyang gritted his teeth and shook his wrist.

But the blade did not move, it quietly pressed against the throat of the world-swallower, but could not stab it.

There is no breath of gasping when the trachea and arteries are cut open, and there is no touch when the head and neck are separated.

Soshiyang felt a cloud of ice blocking his throat, his limbs were as heavy as iron cast. He tried hard to control his arms holding the sword but was resisted, and the blade refused to move half an inch.

As the limbs resisted him, a trembling numbness spread from his fingertips to climb up his arms.

"Why is this time..."

A strong sense of dizziness hit Soshiyang's head. His swordsman's muscles were locked, and his tight tendons pressed against the bones.

The biting cold air flooded his senses, his vision tightened, and everything in front of him was compressed into a line.

The next second, the sound stopped and a dizzy feeling stole the balance of his legs.

"The Blood God is above—"

It was a cold heavy blow that refocused Soshiyan's world. Molinit suddenly burst out and directly hit his chest. The fighting sword penetrated into half of his chest.

Molinit took off his helmet and breathed a big sigh from his teeth, his broken face like a puzzle of pain.

Then he tried hard to pierce the opponent's chest, and he was almost done.

The dagger penetrated the armor, black carapace and rib plates, but before it touched the heart, a strong chill climbed up Molinit's shoulder along the dagger, and he found that he had lost control of his arms.

"Blood God! Blood God is opening his arms to me!"

The World-Devouring One smiled madly, fell backwards and pulled out the dagger.

In an instant, the sticky blood flowed down the silver-gray armor intermittently. When he was about to stab it out, Soshiyang's long sword had already penetrated his head from top to bottom.

Accompanied by the giggling gasp, the last mouthful of blood spurted out of the head of the World-Swallower, contaminating the eagle emblem on Soshiyang's chest, and then fell softly to the ground.

“Um…”

Soshiyang let go of his sword, staggered back a few steps, and knelt on the ground with the wound covering his chest.

He was very lucky that the opponent's sword tip was a little short of his heart. Although it would not be a fatal injury even if he was stabbed, he would have to cultivate for a while before he could fight.

"Captain of the Battle Team!"

The new recruits of the battle group immediately surrounded him nervously, including the pharmacist Nasing Balitaem. He injected a large amount of medicine into Soshiyan's body as soon as possible, but when he touched Soshiyan's neck, he was shocked.

"Captain of the Battle! Your temperature—"

Soshiyang raised his hand and shook it, signaling him not to speak. Balitaem immediately shut his mouth and silently treated Soshiyang's wound.

When she noticed that her body temperature had started to rise slowly, Soshiyang held down the pharmacist's busy hand and said:

"I'm fine, hurry up and collect the genetic seeds of the fallen soldiers."

"yes."

Balitaem stood up and began counting the casualties.

In the previous conflict, three combat brothers were killed, one seriously injured and three slightly injured.

The minor wounded were able to act on their own, and the seriously injured person mainly lost one of his arms and had trauma on his head. Balitaem took a brief treatment and prepared to return to the Spark medical room for further treatment, and then turned to the five dead soldiers.

He knelt beside the body of a fighting brother, his armor had been cut into pieces but still retained enough of its original appearance.

Balitaem turned the body over and the deceased's helmet fell heavily to the floor with a thud.

Then he reached out and set out to recycle his brother's genetic seeds. First, the healing guards vibrate, and then the built-in power made a squeak like insects. The chainsaw of the medical probe and the vibrating scalpel began to cut the broken ceramic in the humming sound.

But due to lack of experience, Balitaem's progress was very slow, so the pharmacist gritted his teeth and resisted the armor that was hit and heat melted together. After applying enough force, he finally cut the armor into the gap like a black eggshell.

Then he quickly inserted his finger and peeled off the warrior's neck protection.

The dead soldier's face was terriblely pale, and there was dry blood on it. His eyes were wide open, as if he was glaring at the enemy until his death.

For a while, the pharmacist did not recognize the identity of the deceased, but in the end he finally remembered.

Moria.

The soldiers who belonged to the First Battle Squad were also new recruits who received transformation during the same period as him.

The pharmacist closed his eyes for a moment to commemorate the death of this comrade. Then he pressed his hand against the jaw of the corpse and activated the recycler.

With a damp bang, a piece of pink and gray flesh bounced into the small glass bottle of the medical probe. Then the pharmacist inspected the tissue with his naked eyes, confirmed that it was still intact, and then stored it in the memory.

After returning to Spark, he had to further check the recovered gene seeds and confirm that there were no problems before he could be preserved as reserved seeds for the battle group.

As he approached, he stabbed the drill bit into the chest of the dead, buried it deeply, and took out the second gene seed.

Although they are all new recruits, they have been undergoing transformation for more than ten years, and the new genetic seeds have matured.

After collecting the genetic seeds of the first dead man, Balitaem turned to the second one. With the experience of the first one, the progress of the second one was much faster.

During this process, Soshiyang basically recovered his body temperature. After touching the wound, he confirmed that the blood had stopped, he used a communicator to summon technical sergeants to collect the equipment.

This is, a stumbled red figure broke into his sight.
Chapter completed!