Chapter 641 Possession
There are few pure Eldar like Drazaar who forget everything except the sharp blade spinning in their hands.
He is the personification of the ideal aesthetics of violence. He has no interest in torturing the opponent. He only wants to chop each other heartily and pay tribute to a pile of dead meat.
There are many horrifying legends about him single-handedly slaying through the dome area of the Imperial Hive, hanging the heads of nobles and their guards on the outside of the walls.
One person has single-handedly challenged three Imperial Guards. Although he doesn't know the final result, looking at Drazal's sad look, the victory should belong to him.
Maybe Drazal is the scorpion father Akhla, and the scorpion father Akhla is Drazal.
With the advancing enemy in front of him and the Blood Sacred Artifact staring at him behind him, Drazal ignored the invitations and whispers of Khorne in his mind and rushed forward like a silent blade.
"I appreciate warriors."
Khorne said calmly. Although the current scene did not meet his idea of a fair fight, seeing Drazal's persistence, he also expressed full respect for the warrior's pursuit.
Jaghatai collided with Drazal again. Khan's scimitar was shining and fast, while Drazal's blade was dark and changeable. They had gradually understood each other's temperament in the dance of blades, and began to Learn new things from each other.
Fulgrim looked at Jaghatai's movements and realized that the clone's body was really weak and slow. He also recalled the terrible scene of how he could easily slash Guilliman after becoming a demon.
"Jaghatai! Don't waste time! Let's just kill them!" Perturabo roared, holding up an armor-piercing cannon and getting ready to snipe Drazar.
Dorn was like a wall and an unstoppable bulldozer. He and Fulgrim were responsible for leading the entire legion towards Amalaga in flesh and blood.
The two shields that can be assembled into thick walls are weapons given by Perturabo. Dorn is still more accustomed to using a giant hammer to sweep away the front line, but wielding these wall-like shields also gives him a subtle sense of novelty. .
Putting his hands together and combining the two shields into one, Dorn blocked the rain of bullets fired by the degraded body, providing a safe enough space for the pharmacist to treat the wounded.
The wall was pushed forward against the ground. Dorn squeezed the degraded body together and pressed his whole body down. The wall slammed down with Dorn's weight, pressing the degraded body into a meat patty close to the ground. .
Amalaga looked at the silence of the Blood Sacred Artifact and the ruins of the degraded body's front, and the idea of using the mantra came to mind.
"Sheng" can be used, but the vigorously growing flesh and blood creation will definitely attract the attention of Lin Fan above him.
"Death" cannot be used. This thing is almost dead after a hard fight. Before finding a way out, using the mantra to die is just setting yourself on fire.
Amalaga has not figured out how to use the mantra "Attachment". He has tried "Attachment" several times before and it has made his thoughts extremely confusing. The complete memory that was merged in an instant almost made him lose himself.
But will he die? Will I die here? Amalaga didn't think so. The fraudster looked at him strangely, like a naughty child who had found the perfect toy that suited his temperament.
If the Deceiver still wanted to have a little more fun, he should have rescued Amalaga from the danger of death.
In this case, it is better to do more experiments and see.
As Amalaga thought, the Tau human skin covering the degenerate body like rags began to melt. The degenerate body, which originally had some space warrior appearance and human form, became even more unbearable. They melted and entangled one by one, devouring each other, and a living... This is how the Fortress of Hate rises.
Having lost all sense, the fortress had even forgotten about Amalaga. Without any hesitation, it generated more than a thousand artillery pieces of various types, bombing Amalaga indiscriminately.
Silently generating trillions of compressed bones, and using the mantra "life" to repair and regenerate at all times, Amalaga and Fabius huddled in the center of madness, relying on the nerve mass exposed in the air to obtain more data.
"Attack Drazaar." Tzeentch's whisper echoed in Rokar's mind, and he silently gathered the power of faith.
His eyes were as bright as the blazing sun. Under Tzeentch's guidance and prompts, he caught the moment when Drazal was forced back by Jaghatai's scimitar.
It's now!
Even Perturabo, who had set up the cannon, didn't react. This beam of fire shot into Drazal's body and expanded wantonly in his empty armor.
Drazal's armor is melting, and his soul is being burned by the fire of faith, and the faint flavor of conspiracy in the flame is captured by the blood holy object.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Roars of anger, contempt, and hatred came from the Blood Sacred Artifact, and the blood in the skull began to boil with red steam. The surrounding scene was heading towards the corruption of Khorne.
"Coward! How can you interfere in the duel between heroes!"
The head of the Blood Sacred Artifact opened, and the blood flowed downwards. The degraded fortress, which was originally a creation of the subspace, absorbed the blood of Khorne's anger, and transformed from a fortress of twisted death into a shrine to worship Khorne.
More than ten thousand long swords and sharp axes fell together, hitting the shrine of Khorne. Brass-headed pillars that smelled of sulfur rose one by one, and from the wide-open blood door, a violent and bloody figure slowly walked out.
"This is the son of Angron!" The Primarchs recognized at a glance that this was Karn, the traitor who had sunk into the corruption of Khorne and could not be awakened.
If only Karn was okay, even if he fell into the arms of Khorne and gained unimaginable power, these four primarchs would bring him endless surprises.
The problem is that the person who came does not seem to be Kahn.
Kahn raised the battle ax embedded with the fangs of war dogs and showed respect to Drazal, who was bending beside him and refused to kneel.
Then he stared at everyone with his scarlet eyes that were filled with hatred and thirst for war. His deep murderous intent rushed towards everyone like a spear and nailed Roka's body.
Roka swallowed calmly and asked Tzeentch what he should do next. There was no news from Tzeentch, and there was only empty despair in his mind.
Everyone's expressions were solemn. As Kahn got closer and closer with heavy and determined steps, the vision of the bloody wilderness began to rise in front of them, as well as the burning sensation of thirsting for blood.
Dorn had experienced it many times during the defense of Terra, but he would never adapt to this brutal and brutal taint.
Seles and Roka's Shield of Faith seemed unable to last long in the bloody storm, but just like Karn carried the will of Khorne, it did not mean that the God-Emperor could not come here.
(It goes by so fast without illustrations)