Jando Skolevok, captain of the Night Lords' Forty-Fifth Company, raised his Bolt Pistol and repeatedly pulled the trigger at Shadow of Order.
A plasma stream swept past him as the exploding molten flow engulfed Talikusfu's body.
Firelight illuminated the black lines on either side of the Face-Marked Count's cheeks, piercing his pitch-black eyes.
Skolevok pressed the Runic Rune, and his Power Sword let out a shriek.
He twisted aside, dodging the descending hammer as his spinning blade sliced open the black armor.
Skolevok holstered his Bolt Pistol, grabbed Shadow of Order's corpse, and leaped forward.
The corpse's tentacles were icy cold.
Skolevok gave them a hard squeeze.
His skin is cold—
Skolevok thought in confusion. Even the natives of ice worlds had warm bodies.
Only the bodies of the dead were cold.
Boom!
With the explosion, the passage behind him shook violently.
Holding the corpse up as a meat shield, Skolevok charged forward.
A Shadow of Order raised his hand and aimed at Skolevok's feet.
An icy beam shot out and struck the ground.
Skolevok stepped onto the thin ice and slipped.
He steadied himself, but the corpse in his hand slid free and fell to the ground.
Skolevok rolled with the motion as a plasma stream grazed his midnight-blue armor.
As he flipped over, his spinning blade slashed out and struck a Shadow of Order's lower leg.
Blood splattered across the black square markings beneath Skolevok's eyes.
*Cold—but not as cold as the body.
I never thought Shadow of Order's bodies could be so interesting.*
A gleam appeared in Skolevok's melancholic black eyes as he charged into the enemy ranks, his arm whirling as he struck.
The Executioner Karen Kil swung his massive executioner's axe, smashing it into a Shadow of Order's chest.
The corpse split apart, and his