Chapter 532 Eat me with a flying fist! ! ! ! ! (5K1)
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Ulcanthos, former Fleet Master of the Black Legion, Abaddon's Raider Lord, leader of Abaddon's Hounds warband, God of War The theoretical representatives of the Black Legion on this expedition, here and now, were in the midst of pure furious joy.
And Artesia Bloodmouth, the demon who was summoned in response to his urgent and urgent needs and promised to assist him in his promotion and for which Urkanthos would share more of her benefits, was waiting for him. In the increasingly larger shadow, he reveled in the slaughterhouse of fresh and holy flesh and feasted with him.
He grabbed a dying young witch by the waist with his huge palms that had turned into sharp claws, bit her neck off, and drank her blood like fine wine in a cup. There are many more like this on the ground, but this one has the most complete body. She was still breathing just now - the brave charges launched from the air by these girls who are fanatical believers of the Corpse Emperor are exquisite. The weapons and pretty good training did seem to work at first. At least the Abaddon hounds who landed after Urkanthos got an instant glimpse of the black and golden tide rushing towards the temple from the landing bay. Without restraint, it was like the wave of black oil hit a row of thorny black and red roses and then rolled up into waves composed of muzzle flashes and exploding flesh and blood ceramic steel.
However, when these witches who underestimated the enemy continued to attack the larger airborne pod at the back, the door opened, and the already impatient Skull Lord inside began to shoot at them. The blood cannon and skull storm gun transformed their bodies into It became pieces of gorgeous paint of black, red and a little white that were smeared on the land wantonly.
The small and sharp drill bit of the Butcher's Nail pierced the remaining brain tissue and nerves of Urkanthos behind his eyeballs. He heard Artesia giggling behind his parasitized spine. "More! My master! More! Holy blood! Khorne's favorite! He will turn his gaze on you! Here! I can feel it!"
These are directed at the wights The praying witch is foolish but unwilling to accept the evil The dark truth, and they annoyed him with their so-called prayers, but the taste of their blood was indeed as sweet and pure as promised by the devil and the warmaster. He assessed it while continuing to drink. He could feel that these Pure blood is like sweet wine, pouring into the bottom of his armor, soaking the remaining parts of his body that have not been transformed, as well as those that have been transformed, like soaking in moist pupae or limbs about to emerge in the amniotic fluid sac. .
Soon, he will have majestic and curly horns, powerful claws, tusks and huge towering wings, and he will undoubtedly join the ranks of a higher level.
Just when he allowed himself to think for a moment about how to fill the Black Legion with the power of Khorne and let the Warmaster recognize the power he represented, a bomb hit his head from the side and below, making Urkanthos tilted his head slightly and stopped thinking about the sweet and tender flesh and blood in his mouth. He spit out the black armor fragments that stung his long and curled tongue, and turned his eyes angrily. ground.
Lying on the uneven rocks there was another Corpse Emperor Witch who was hit by the Skull Lord's skull cannon. The jetpack on one side of her was destroyed, and a small-scale explosion occurred at the same time, so she fell to the ground. , only half of her body, but miraculously not completely dead. Her hair was cut short and dyed white and her young face was stained with the blood of her and her sisters. Her remaining left hand held tightly A bolter with smoke coming from the muzzle.
It was this weapon that hit the half-demon lord just now while he was eating and drinking the flesh and blood of the nuns. Being attacked at such a close distance made Urkanthos furious, and the Lord of Plunder roared. Then he threw away the fragments in his hands, rushed towards her, and grabbed her neck, pulling her up from the ground, the battle nun stared at him with hateful eyes, chanting intermittent prayers, "O glorious Lord of mankind, our saint, please protect us. The temple of God, let me continue to have strength, let me continue to fight for you... ..."
"It's a good idea," Urkanthos said, his voice now sounding almost like a wild beast in his deformed skull, "But it's very strange. Good perseverance, your bloody charge, slaughter and being slaughtered are all glorious. Khorne worships the Blood God, whether you believe in it or not, these killings please him, so I will dedicate your blood and skulls to him. "
She obviously. I don’t agree with Urkansos’ words, but Artesia Xue Mou smiled in the shadow of Urkansos, and she spoke, "Yes, yes, that's it. Here is the best, with the highest quality and quantity, pure and high-quality blood and skulls, use your With his blood, a new temple to Khorne will be built upon your temple to the damned. Temple. Such a gift will surely introduce the blessing of the Blood God into my lord's body."
The Battle Sister realized the threat posed by the fallen and demons in front of her, and she spurned them. The remaining twitching arm staggered and tried to lift The bolter continued to fire at him, but she had lost too much blood, and her blood volume had dropped to a terrifying level. Her heart and other organs began to enter the final stage of failure, and the Lord of Khorne fell from her eyes. He saw the kind of thing he'd seen thousands of times The gaze, that feeling of life that gradually loses its organic matter when death begins to come to the human body, like something ineffable and unseen being pulled away from behind the glass, something leaving. , turning the smart eyes into lifeless matter.
He opened his huge mouth, intending to feast on her while she was still fresh and offer her to the Blood God, but her next move caused Urkanthos to pause. The Corpse Emperor's witch raised her arm and fired her bolter. Falling from her hand, she raised her hand, pointing in a certain direction behind Lord Khorne as if to reach someone's hand. An expression of dying ecstasy with strong religious fervor appeared on her face. She didn't even care about what she heard from her mouth , the thick blood flowing out of her nose and ears, "is...holy..."
Her expression was so happy, so relieved, so real that Urcansos was hearing When these words were spoken, I couldn't help but turn my head and look at the battlefield behind me: scattered landing bays, rumbling vehicles, puffs of smoke, blood, corpses and uneven trenches, scattered battles , and nothing.
“It’s this dying trick again,” Artesia muttered. “The girls of the cursed always have this kind of dying hallucination! It’s better to kill her quickly, and we’ll tear apart the Holy Spirit. The door of the temple, hurry up and let the blessing of the blood-red god pour into you, my dear.” It was a waste of time, Khorne was anxious.
Ulcanthos grabbed the Battle Sister's head with his swollen and deformed claws. With a loud tearing sound of muscles, nerves and spine, he inserted her ecstatic head into his back. on the trophy rack so that her sisters would be the first to see her later.
Just when he stood up confidently and took a step -
Artesia Bloodmouth let out a terrifying howl from the back of his neck, and then, his teeth and claws, with bloody cracks and The huge shadow of the sharp teeth began to fade quickly, and before Urcanthos could ask angrily what happened, the demon seemed to be planning to escape behind the curtain and not want to stay here to explain even one more word——
A loud noise.
It was the sound of a high-speed object breaking the sound barrier, but how could it be here -
In his erect pupils, an ax that seemed to be getting bigger and bigger was reflected, with the front end covered by The high-speed friction of the air burned into a blazing orange-red color and "flyed" straight towards Urkanthos from a distance.
Its head accurately penetrated the arm of Urkanthos, who subconsciously raised his hand to defend himself, and then burned through the shadow that had not had time to completely escape from him.
Finally, with painful wails and desperate screams, the demon was "nailed" to the ground in the real world.
Then, the heat on the red axe, which was like burning embers, began to immediately and impatiently burn the demon's shadow form, as if someone had inserted a stick into the middle of a piece of gray paper. The extinguished match started from the "nailed" entrance, and Artesia began to be "burned" from the inside out. The demon screamed in disbelief, and she frantically screamed the name of the Blood God and the other one.
"What is this..."
A horror that Urkanthos had never seen in any of the conquests, battles, and massacres he knew of in the past ten thousand years The fist of anger and power struck his face viciously, stopping him from questioning.
Then there was another punch, hitting Lord Khorne in the jaw.
The power contained in it is so hot, huge and pure.
Everyone within a radius of one kilometer heard a terrifying sound of flesh and bone exploding.
The demon lord's elongated and horned skull was just like the head of the Battle Sister he had just torn off, and was angrily and vividly beaten away from his thick and deformed cervical vertebrae, and then It bounced to the side and rolled down, until it bounced on the ground several times before stopping among a pile of corpses. At this moment, the roar of the Lord of Plunder had not yet dissipated, and his abnormally tall demon incarnation body was still standing on the same spot. land. Suddenly, with the belated second sound barrier being broken, a rustling sound came from the broken neck of the half-demon prince. The blood that Lord Khorne had just absorbed separated from his head and neck like a scarlet fountain. It flew high from the crack, and then splashed down in all directions.
The Mother Superior and others who observed this incredible scene on the defensive spire of the Santa Morica Basilica blinked in surprise. Sister Genevieve, the guardian of the temple territory and the leader of the Seraph team, hesitated. The first person asked, "What is that?"
Her twin sister, Mother Eleanor, the guardian and administrator of the temple of Our Lady of Martyrs in Cadia, also went there After looking at it, "It was too fast, and it was wrapped in a cloud of steam or fog and couldn't be seen clearly - no matter what it was, first it killed the half-demon prince with one blow, and I must point out that this half-demon The prince has just severely weakened our defenses and garrison with just the power of himself and its three heavy demon engines. I think we should probably immediately—"
There was another sound coming from outside the defense wall. There was an earth-shattering explosion.
Their conversation had to be paused and they looked towards the place where the noise was coming from through the void shield of the temple.
Everyone saw the fragments of fire flying into the sky, the high jets of skulls and blood steam, and the red figure wrapped in mist that just knocked the head of the half-demon prince away with two punches. At this moment, he rushed to the Lord of Skulls closest to him.
It looked so small at first that they could barely see its movements from this distance, but it seemed huge, it was everywhere, and the moment it raised its arms, it even gave the impression that it was It will fill this world forever.
So everyone realized its actions through a moment of mysterious watching: it simply clenched its fist, then punched the frightened heavy demon war engine with full firepower, and then again One punch.
The ground shook, and the entire Sanctuary of Santa Morica seemed to tremble under its wrath.
Even the most determined nun cannot help but be shocked by this. They stood at such a distance, just following the red figure with their peripheral vision. It seemed that every time they looked at him, it would become larger, occupying time and space, and they would feel an eternal and primitive force. , anger and hot irrational emotions are calling for them to join, join this battlefield, join its ranks.
Archdeacon Mendazus knocked his ancient and towering cane on the ground, calling back the minds of others, and they all withdrew their gazes and did not dare to look further.
Genevieve finally managed to pull her eyes away from the figure that seemed to be growing more and more. It was difficult, because its posture and the silent bloodthirsty call it made really made her heart beat faster. impulse. She finally brought her eyes back to her eyes, but found that the hair on the back of her neck was soaked with sweat, and the inside of the nun's power armor was also steaming with heat - just looking at the man who killed the half-demon prince and was constantly tearing apart the skull with his bare hands. At the sight of the demolished and torn figure, her levels of adrenaline and other combat-type endocrine hormones rose sharply. Terrible demon.
"It seems like these giant demon engines may soon not be the biggest problem we face. I can feel this new presence - it's so old, so deep, so evil, Being so powerful, it needed to be scouted, confirmed, and attacked immediately, but more than half of our Seraph team was wasted on just attacking the landing. Lu Cang failed to come back from the attack. Genevieve, this is your wrong impulse, impulse, all the time."
"I admit it, sir, but I am no longer a student of your girls' school. If you still—"
"Sorry to interrupt," Eleanor raised her hand, listening to the contents of the communication rosary, and raised an eyebrow. "The defenders of the northern defensive wall were a little incoherent, but they still reported the destruction of the second Skull Lord. However, I would suggest changing a team of people to defend there. The replaced part of the defenders sounds like they need you to re-organize it for them. Prayers and purification rituals, my lord”
Eleanor's next words were said to the Archdeacon Mendazusu. The old man snorted and nodded, "Look, there are not enough Seraphs here to serve as mobile reserves." Lenore, you should guide your sister.”
Genevieve observed her sisters. Even though she had just seen the terrifying existence that broke into the battlefield like her, Eleanor was still calm and elegant. Her expression was flawless, like a perfectly carved saint. Like, she is the kind of leader who was born to lead her nuns and sisters in battle, and the impulsive and restless Genevieve is here as her vowed nun to guard the church land entirely because of the dead Cardinal Sue His Highness Bala's prophecy about the future of the twin girls.
"She is my twin sister, I will do it well." Eleanor's words were gentle but unquestionable, "We..."
There was another loud explosion and sticky sound The eruption sound was exactly the same as the previous one, The interval was even shorter, and they could hear the defenders on the defensive wall cheering wildly due to the emotions affected by everything they witnessed - although the cheers only lasted for a small part and then immediately stopped like a cut, and then they fell into into a horrified silence.
Judging from the dense and frightening sound of gunfire and other sporadic movements outside, it is obvious that the massacre of "it" outside the defensive wall has not stopped, and is even getting more intense.
Sister Eleanor really frowned this time, as if the icon showed its expression, "It can't continue like this, it's too powerful. Our defenders here must find a way before contact Consume it." She turned to her sister, who subconsciously put her shoulders away, "Do you have your key with you?"
"Oh, no, no, don't, don't use those..."
"That's a good idea. The mind of a real nun should be so decisive." Archdeacon Mendazus said exclaimed. "It's time to release them."
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Outside the battlefield of Santa Morica Temple, the war blacksmith's eyepiece looked at Zheng Yong with suspicion. Honso observes the battlefield in the distance through a telescope.
“You knew this would happen? So you let us go this way?”
"What are you talking about?" The Pharmacy Master observed with interest and began to record new observation data inside his medical power armor at the speed of light, "I didn't know this would happen."
"Then this...?"< br>
“He has been suppressed for long enough. Before he releases the accumulated pressure on us, we have to think about what he is thinking and find a better release target for him. This way he can deal with greater pressure in the future. The pressure will not cause us to be hung from the city gate," the Potion Master commented in an experienced and considerate tone, and the War Blacksmith couldn't help but shiver under his armor. "If I have the chance, I even hope that my respected father can exercise so heartily."
(End of this chapter)