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"Who are you?"

Just looking at the warrior, Sol Tarvitz felt a splitting headache. A strange, vague feeling emerged in his heart, and the strange feeling even made him frown.

The power armor he is wearing...what model is it? Why have I never seen such a model?

The soldier looked behind the bunker where he was for a long time before saying his name. It was a completely unfamiliar name: "Frank Custer."

"You can also call me Punisher...Follow me."

After saying this, he turned around coldly. Sol originally had more questions to ask, but seeing this, he could only swallow the questions into his stomach for the time being. No matter what the end of this man

Who is it? At least for now, it seems that he is not siding with the traitors.

The issue of identity can be investigated later - the soldier who called himself the Punisher stopped not long after turning around. Sol Tarvitz saw him take off the bolt gun from his waist. His child shrank.

, but was not attacked as expected.

Unlike ordinary bolt guns, the sound fired by that gun was not heavy. After three gunshots, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from the other end of the underground passage. At the same time, there were Frank's words, cold words.

Like solid ice.

"Take cover, the enemy is coming."

Sol Tarvits frowned. He was surprised by the warrior's superhuman perception. Although he was also an Astartes, his perception was not as sensitive as the other man's. That extraordinary hearing made him

There was some vague suspicion.

But, is it really possible?

No time to think more.

He tightened his grip on the bolter in his hand. At this point, the only thing left was fighting. With seven bullets, he was confident in his accuracy. However, behind the bunker, he had no chance to pull the trigger.

The light gunshots rang out continuously in the underground passage, crisp and clear, creating a continuous echo. Every time Frank pulled the trigger, someone screamed and fell.

But the traitors were not useless. They ran towards the place where he was standing despite the terrifying firepower. Even if someone kept falling, they had no desire to stop.

If Frank hadn't killed the traitors who were hiding behind to provide cover fire at the beginning, I'm afraid the wall he was hiding in would have been beaten into a sieve.

A cold smile appeared on his face under the helmet. The craftsman did not lie to him. This gun was indeed a masterpiece. Ordinary ceramic power armor was no different than a wooden board in the face of its firepower.

However, seventeen bullets have been fired.

His right hand naturally drooped, and the bolt gun returned to his waist freely, and the magnetic hook hung it. At the same time, he exerted force with his left hand, and the combat dagger was instantly unsheathed.

A World Eater charging towards him with a chain ax shouted Angron's name, making him frown in displeasure - Frank spent most of his time angry, and a small amount of the time, he would become

Angrier.

Such as now.

The combat dagger penetrated the left helmet of the World Eater who first arrived in front of him. After truly feeling the feeling of piercing into the flesh, Frank did not even hesitate. He twisted his wrist as if instinctively, and the dagger rotated.

, turning the World Eater's brain into a lake of slurry.

He pulled out the dagger, and the other party fell to the ground, and the body made a loud hollow sound. The underground passage vibrated, seemingly due to the bombing and artillery fire outside. Amidst this seemingly endless war noise, Frank seemed to have no emotion.

The ground spoke.

"Who's coming next?"

Upon hearing these words, the World Eaters running toward him stopped one after another. The leader took off his helmet, revealing a face like a demon.

The thick cables at the back of his head even changed the shape of his face, making it scary and ferocious. They were scarlet, as if made of blood. The face was twitching like a nervous wreck, and his eyes were moving weirdly.

Hissed: "I'll do it."

After the words fell, he took a step forward, and the chain sword in his hand carefully changed the direction of attack. Frank only took a glance to understand certain things, such as the fact that he was not originally using a chain sword.

Although the chain sword is named "sword", its usage has nothing to do with the sword. The constantly rotating saw teeth on both sides provide it with powerful lethality. Because of this, it is not suitable for traditional swords.

Swordsmanship and usage are even closer to that of knives.

Only swordsmanship can open and close like this, mainly slashing. Swordsmanship mostly focuses on thrusting. Of course, two-handed giant swords are another matter.

"You should have come to me with a power sword."

After saying these words and ignoring the sudden change in the expression of the World Eater, Frank stepped forward. The combat dagger flashed across the fatal cold light, and he used absolute speed to close the distance between them in an instant.

In cold weapon battles, long weapons often have the advantage, but if they are approached, the result will be reversed instantly.

Such as now.

The combat dagger moved from top to bottom at a frightening speed. The World Eater's child shrank. His brain had realized the danger and wanted to react, but his body could not keep up. The slightest difference was all he had to do.

The price is your own life.

The dagger slit his throat.

"Ho-ho..."

He covered his throat in vain, gasped, and fell to the ground. Frank's dagger was lengthened, and the blade not only cut through his trachea and arteries, but completely destroyed them.

"Next."

The remaining World Eaters looked at each other and surrounded Frank in a tacit understanding. This made him let out two disdainful, mocking laughs.

He said nothing, and seemed to have said everything - at the same time, Sol Tavitz, who had been waiting for a long time, pulled the trigger behind the bunker.

He emptied the magazine of the bolter in one breath. With seven bullets, four World Eaters died with their heads smashed. The remaining one fell to the ground with a big hole in his chest - Frank slowly approached and stepped on it.

Above his wound, pressure was slowly applied.

"kill me!"

The World Eater roared angrily, but failed to get what he wanted. Frank didn't understand him immediately, and even took out a bottle of hemostatic spray from his belt.

With the vitality of the Astartes, if they receive timely treatment...with such fatal injuries, they can survive for a short period of time.

The World Eater had realized what Frank was trying to do, and he struggled wildly, but to no avail. Frank first stopped his bleeding, then violently removed his helmet and choked him unconscious.

That kind of indifference even made Saul feel sour.

"Where is your position?" He picked up the World Eater and asked Sol Tarvitz. "I also need a room for interrogation."