I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

Chapter 220: Quickly Falling Prisoner

"Cough cough..."

The black-haired young man who took off his armor coughed violently a few times, coughed up some blood, and his face turned pale.

"Are you okay?"

Osside stepped forward worriedly.

Clark shook his head and said, "I'm fine." He took out a light blue potion from his private storage box and injected it into his neck. His pale and weak face then regained its rosy look.

It was at this time that the people around him suddenly realized that the great sage was just an ordinary person who could get hurt and tired.

He just kept fighting with his extraordinary wisdom and courage.

Unconsciously, everyone has deified this leader who has repeatedly saved people from disasters, and forgotten his human nature.

The great sage took a look at Osside's left arm and frowned - it was empty, almost cut off at the root, and the bloody bandage was exploding at the broken end.

"Your arms..."

"It's okay, it's just a hand. It won't kill me. It won't affect my command of the battle."

"...Come with me."

The Great Sage brought Osside to the laboratory, personally treated the captain of the guards, and installed a mechanical arm for him.

"…Clark, can we survive?"

Lying quietly on the operating table receiving treatment, after a moment of silence, Osside suddenly asked softly.

"The next battle will be very dangerous. Protect yourself and don't lose your life."

Clark did not answer this question. More than ten minutes later, the operation was over and Osside was replaced with a combat mechanical arm made by Clark himself, which was as sensitive as a living person's arm.

The Legion of the Great Sages suffered heavy casualties in the Chaos army's raid, especially the mortal troops, almost half of whom were lost.

After repelling the invaders, the Great Sage ordered the entire army to move towards the Supreme Hive, and at the same time notified several surrounding hives that had just been liberated from the plague troops not long ago to prepare for a long-term defensive battle.

Also notify the resistance forces in other hives that if they encounter an attack by a large enemy force and are unable to resist, please preserve your manpower and retreat to the vicinity of the Supreme Hive as soon as possible.

The Great Sage led the resistance army with the Supreme Hive as the center and several hives around the Supreme Hive as support points to reorganize the forces of all parties and build a resistance fortress.

At the same time, the Lord of Destruction led the Chaos army and launched a bloody massacre in Persephone, capturing one hive city after another.

Every time a nest city was captured, a grand killing ceremony was held, leaving no one alive, killing all humans and building huge mausoleums made up of billions of human heads.

Both sides are racing against time, one is trying his best to save, the other is trying his best to kill.

The brutal killings by the Chaos army caused the already small population on Persephone to decrease sharply. However, their wasting time on the slaughter did give the Archsage enough time to gather the remaining troops and build a defense line.

More than a month later, when Drumm, the Lord of Ravage, had ravaged other hive worlds and led a mixed army of hundreds of millions of Chaos Warriors and Demons to surround the Supreme Hive, the Archsage had already transformed the Supreme Hive and several surrounding hives into solid battle fortresses.

The final battle between good and evil on Persephone began in such a grand manner.

Compared to Persephone, the other two hive planets were in a more tragic state. They had completely become paradises for Chaos armies and demons, and the resistance of the human army had completely collapsed.

Billions of humans have become food and toys of the demons. The entire planet is shrouded in pain and despair and slowly slides into the abyss of the subspace.

And in space, after a boarding battle without suspense, the soldiers of the 2nd Company of the Ash Claws on the Flamingo were defeated and captured by the Black Legion Chaos Space Marines whose number was several times theirs.

In the face of absolute strength, humans without the favor of "God" cannot create miracles.

"Go ahead, kill this brat!"

"Stab him!"

Inside the warship of the Chaos General [Blood Hand] Pluto, two tall giants were fighting. Neither of them wore armor and were holding primitive cold weapons in a brutal fight.

Every move is deadly and shows no mercy.

One of them had blasphemous Chaos tattoos, was covered with scars, had a hideous face, and was pierced with steel spike ornaments. He was obviously a Chaos Space Marine.

Although the other person was of similar size, he did not have the Astartes' black jacket on his body and was relatively thin. He was obviously just a tall mortal who had not been transformed.

The heroic young man was being chased and beaten by Chaos Space Marines. He was in danger and was about to be forced into a desperate situation. The Chaos soldiers who were watching shouted excitedly.

His eyes were eagerly anticipating the bloody scene of beheading.

puff!

The tall figure fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The screams around the arena stopped abruptly, and there was silence for a moment, then more intense shouts broke out, mixed with curses.

Seeing that he was about to be defeated, the heroic young man who had been at a disadvantage suddenly jumped up, burst out with unprecedented speed, and cut off the Chaos Warrior's head with an extremely sharp and tricky angle slash.

The battle was reversed in an instant.

The Chaos Warriors watching cursed.

"Damn it! This kid is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!"

"Useless Gris, you can't beat a mortal! You made me lose money!"

"Get out of here, I'm going to personally take off this kid's head!"

Kratos stood beside the headless corpse, holding a bloody sword, staring coldly at the excited Chaos soldiers, ready to fight again at any time.

"Shut up, everyone!"

A roar came from the crowd, and the Chaos soldiers quieted down. Pluto, wearing a general's armor, walked out of the crowd, applauded and looked at Kratos with appreciation, "Boy, you are good. Join us and follow the Blood God with us. You will have the opportunity to become the strongest and enjoy the fun of fighting!"

"If all the people under the Blood God's throne are garbage like this, I don't think there is any point in joining you."

Kratos squinted at the other party and said arrogantly.

"Arrogant little brat! Hahaha, I admire you more and more. You are born to be a warrior."

The Chaos Warrior was not angry but happy, and said expectantly: "Tomorrow, I will personally defeat you in the arena and let you see the true power of the Son of the Blood God!"

Pluto stops the Chaos soldiers who are still trying to challenge Kratos.

The rules of the arena are that each slave fights once a day. Even if they are just captives used for entertainment, as followers of Khorne, they must kill the opponent in a fair fight.

Deliberately defeating a powerful fighter by means of a round-robin or gang fight is considered an unfair and dishonorable act.

The Blood God despises such a cowardly victory and instead unleashes his wrath.

Kratos was escorted back to the prison by two fully armed Chaos Space Marines.

Behind him, the arena was filled with blood-thirsty shouts of killing, the roars and jeers of Chaos soldiers. It was another captured Ash Claw warrior, forced into a death duel.

But this warrior is obviously not as "lucky" as Kratos.

Before Kratos returned to the cage, the noise from the back stopped and turned into complaints, curses, and the unfamiliar roar of the victor.

He returned to the cage and sat silently in the corner, not saying a word the whole time.

"It seems that we are doomed."

A sighing sound was heard in the darkness.

There were several prisoners lying in the dark and smelly cell. One of them was particularly tall, with several huge wounds on his body that were hastily stitched up with iron nails. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

It was Julius, the captain of the 2nd Company of the Ash Claws.