Chapter 232: Here is the Abyss of Hell
Anato had fired the last bullet in his bolter.
The bullet pierced through a wolf-shaped monster formed by visible white wind and exploded, blowing up its entire upper body, and then its entire body shattered and dissipated.
After firing the last bullet, Anato threw down the grenade launcher without hesitation, drew out the combat blade on his waist strap, and rushed forward a few steps. With a quick swing of the blade, in just a few seconds, another monster was dismantled and dissipated by the combat blade in his hand.
This monster has the same structure as the previous one, but its overall appearance looks like a standing evil cat with three heads.
After destroying this one, more will come.
Anatoly fought tirelessly.
And it's not just him, it's the same for everyone around him.
Without exception, everyone who entered the underground space was fighting here.
They roughly maintained a circular position, and in the center of the position was a flashing blue and white chaotic eight-pointed star.
They held on here desperately, and outside their position were almost endless storm monsters.
They have different appearances, most of them are human-like, but there are also many animal images, and even many things that are distorted and look strange.
But without exception, except for their different appearances, their cores are the same: unstable bodies composed purely of blue and white psychic storms.
They attacked the defenses of the human warriors frantically, and showed no fear even though they were constantly being destroyed.
This kind of battle has lasted for more than two hours.
Two and a half hours ago, they entered the headquarters of the original Angry Owl Sect through the opened underground tunnel. On the way, they were blocked by many enemies. The power of storm magic, some traps and explosives in the narrow passage was stronger than usual.
But none of these could stop the advancement of the league's most elite team.
The commander of the Martins regiment, wearing the Terminator power armor, blocked most of the space. With him as the pioneer, no matter what means the cultists used, it was meaningless and they were crushed by him.
In about half an hour, they eliminated countless cultists who blocked their way and finally arrived at the core area of the cult headquarters.
And here, they saw what those cultists were fighting for: an infuriating chaotic eight-pointed star array that had been carved long ago, which had absorbed many souls and was flashing at a high frequency; a large number of cultists crowded around it, and they fanatically repeated their faith in the evil god.
In the eyes of many demon hunters and combat nuns, they can see the real soul light of these cultists, which has been connected with the chaos formation under their feet.
This is not even because they have the ability to see souls and psychic energy, but because these people are too deeply connected to the Chaos Array, and their souls have almost been extracted from their bodies. Anyone with a little spiritual talent can see it directly with the naked eye.
It was obvious that these cultists were performing a very evil ritual.
After arriving here, the Alliance warriors did not hesitate, and did not even need orders from their commander. Almost subconsciously, they launched an attack on the cultists who were performing the ceremony.
It would certainly be better to try to stop the rituals of these cultists as early as possible and interrupt what they are trying to do.
However, despite this, it is still a little late.
Around the magic circle, a wall of wind flickered, blocking their first wave of attacks.
The wind wall was obviously hastily formed. Although the cultists of the original Angry Owl Sect had already made various preparations when they realized that their headquarters might be attacked, the time was still too short, and the hastily built wind wall protection was not strong enough.
Not to mention, the Alliance's soldiers had extremely strong firepower. In addition to the grenade launchers, they also had heavy bolters, plasma-charged pistols, and other gadgets. If they really couldn't break through, they would still have melta bombs.
Of course, there’s really no need to pull out anything that powerful.
After withstanding just one round of firepower, the wind wall was on the verge of breaking. With just a little more effort, the cultists behind would be completely exposed to their firepower and would be quickly wiped out.
However, at this moment, inside the precarious wind wall, the storm prayer chanted by the old high priest became louder and more manic.
All of a sudden, all the cultists fell down, including the high priest himself.
However, even though he fell down and his body was silent, the evil prayer continued to echo throughout the space.
To those with spiritual gifts, it seemed as if the souls of the cultists were all being quickly sucked away.
The next moment, the chaotic eight-pointed star that was flashing with blue and white light suddenly became extremely bright. A white storm, with it as the center, swept wildly in all directions.
Everyone's vision was covered by a vast expanse of white, and their bodies seemed to feel a huge force pushing them to the ground.
After a few breaths, their vision returned to them. When they struggled to get up from the ground, they found that they were no longer in the original place.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder; the violent wind made it seem very difficult for them to get up from the ground; there was no sand or gravel on the top surface, and the bare gray-black rocks seemed to have been washed smooth by endless winds for countless years.
When Anatoll tried to stand up, he found that the only three people who were not blown down by the sudden storm - Chapter Master Martins, Head Priest Rizzo, and Head Sister Grit - were all looking in the same direction.
Anato naturally followed their gaze and then froze in place.
He was the first to stand up, and the people behind him who gradually got up looked in that direction curiously, and then were also petrified one by one.
They saw a huge creature, with a body that was almost as tall as the sky; its body was like a giant bear, but it was covered with feathers; those white feathers had a slight bluish tint, as if there were blue arcs flashing in them; its head was in the shape of a giant bird, a bit like an owl...
Most of the people were natives of Angry Owl Star. Seeing the huge beast in front of them, they undoubtedly thought of the native myth from the ancient times of this world, which was quite popular on Angry Owl Star and even if they did not believe in it, they had at least heard of the legend: the Original Angry Owl.
The original angry owl...
It’s actually true!
Just as they were terrified by this, the primordial angry owl moved.
It took a step forward and walked towards them, or rather, the chaotic eight-pointed star formation they were surrounding.
Its steps were very slow, as if restrained by some force; but it was also very determined and would move forward even if it was slow.
After a while, it seemed to be irritated by the feeling of restraint and roared towards the sky.
Suddenly, there was a strong wind, lightning and thunder!
Among them, monsters of various appearances, formed by storms, appeared around the alliance warriors one after another.
The monsters roared and rushed towards them!
At the same time, the orders from Martins, Rizzo, and Grit were also conveyed: "Hold the position! Do not allow any monster to enter the magic circle behind us!"
"We will be the shield at the forefront of the human world, and we will never allow any monster from the abyss of hell to break through our defenses!"
Although everything that happened before their eyes was challenging people's fragile nerves, they were all the most elite warriors. After hearing the commander's order, they still quickly formed a circular defense position to isolate the chaotic eight-pointed star formation from the monsters outside.
They fired their weapons with all their might, destroying monster after monster.
And this kind of battle lasted for nearly two hours.
In this process, they made no mistakes. Whether it was the Space Marines or the Battle Sisters, even the Demon Hunters and the special forces in the army, they all tried their best.
Sister Grit and Pastor Rizzo constantly boosted their morale during the battle, making them realize that this battle was about the future of the Angry Owl Star.
They have all made up their minds to die.
But despite this, the difficulties in reality cannot be diverted by human will - at least not for the people here.
The bullets in their hands are getting fewer and fewer; as the battle goes on, they will get tired.
By the two-hour mark, most people had run out of bullets and could only engage in close combat with the monsters; with their tired bodies, how long could they hold the front line?
Although, it seemed that because of their loss of contact, the friendly forces on the ground sent out a reconnaissance team, which was also inexplicably pulled into this space, providing them with hundreds of fresh troops in total.
But in the end, everything seems to be taking a turn for the worse.
Anato was anxious as he destroyed the unstable wind monsters that rushed towards him.
Of course he can still hold on, he is a Space Marine, he is a Phoenix, he possesses extraordinary power.
The battle sisters looked a little tired, but it was not a big problem.
But the witchers and those special forces gradually seemed to be unable to hold on.
Close-range hand-to-hand combat is inevitably tiring for these people who have been fighting for a long time.
They have great courage and determination, but they are still human at the end of the day.
Without the help of these mortal heroes, and even when the Sisters of Battle could no longer hold on, could the twelve Space Marines alone guarantee that no monster would be spared?
At this moment, he suddenly felt a strong but friendly energy fluctuation appearing behind his head.
He couldn't help but turned his head to take a look.
He met the Governor.
The Governor, dressed in a red military dress, stood tall and straight, floating there quietly. The wild storm, when it reached his body, was suppressed by a magical force, becoming very small, only causing the corners of his clothes to rise and fall slightly, but nothing more.
Your Excellency the Governor?
Your Excellency the Governor...why are you here?
At this moment, Gu Hang did not respond to these doubts immediately.
He took a slight breath and raised his hands.
A spiritual power that was completely different from the storm here and belonged to him alone, spreading out in all directions with him as the center.
The storm subsided instantly in the area it passed through.
Those monsters formed by the storm also dissipated directly as the storm subsided.
This was limited to a range of about three to five hundred meters centered on Gu Hang, and it could not last too long, but it at least solved the immediate problem.
Then, Gu Hang frowned slightly, and the soldiers present suddenly felt their fatigue suddenly disappear.
At the same time, they also found that their ammunition, which had been emptied, suddenly became abundant again.
"Long live the Governor!" A demon hunter shouted enthusiastically, and then everyone - including the Space Marines - shouted "Long live the Governor".
It was not until the battle sisters shouted "For the Emperor" twice that they added those four words after "Long Live the Governor."
But Gu Hang didn't care about these.
The original angry owl roared angrily, and the thunder and lightning and storm became more violent. The 300-meter wind-extinguishing area created by Gu Hang was quickly suppressed. At the same time, a large number of storm monsters were formed and rushed towards the human position again.
This time, Gu Hang did not try to force it.
The elite warriors under his command, after being encouraged, relieved of fatigue and replenished with ammunition, were enough to keep those things out, just as they had done in the past two hours.
At this moment, Gu Hang was floating in the air, with blue flames flickering in his eyes.
Martins looked a little worried.
In fact, he was already very worried when the Governor came here, but the fierce battle left him no time to say anything.
Now that the situation had calmed down a little, and seeing that the Governor was in a somewhat abnormal state, he wanted to ask.
But he was held back by Rizzo and Gritte on the left and right.
Rizzo said, "Don't interrupt. The Governor is thinking."
Grit's expression was more complicated: "This Governor Gu... turned out to be such a powerful psychic? He has grown too fast in this period of time. Or, did he have this power before, but never showed it?"
Her question went unanswered.
…
And just as Rizzo said, Gu Hang was indeed thinking at this moment.
After arriving in this space, a large amount of extremely chaotic knowledge, like waves, swarmed into his brain frantically.
He had to put in a lot of effort to extract some useful information from it.
This may include solutions to current problems.
Before thinking of a method, Gu Hang first determined one thing:
This is the legendary [Abyss of Hell].
(End of this chapter)
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