Chapter 306 Feast for Crows (Happy New Year!)


Chapter 306 Feast for Crows (Happy New Year!)

On this battlefield, the struggle between the rebels and the loyalists spiraled out of control. The beliefs that drove the conflict between the two parties no longer existed, and all that was left was excitement. The urge for war.

Rage, despair and fear occupy the souls of the people, the storm nourishes the violent mind and strengthens the power of the things in the warp.

Savitar can hardly see humans in the whirlpool, but there are still a group of creatures that were once humans, connected with many bodies, like a big tree full of knots. And the branches are countless arms and legs.

The flesh shifted as Chaos tightened its grip, but the pillar was still there, giving him a chance.

The storm roared around him, and the psychic waves swept away the extraordinary being who dared to plunge into the storm alone, but he just held on to his halberd tightly, because huge danger would come during this attack.

The storm will try to get him to give up the fight and then destroy him.

The material world has become the most fragile and bleak form in this struggle, and the Prince of Crows strives to divide his attention precisely into two halves, maintaining a balance between offense and defense, and strengthening each other. power.

Then, he swung his roaring halberd, like a forked lightning, hitting multiple targets at once.

The mortal knots in the storm erupted in psychic fire, burning body and mind simultaneously, spreading destruction from one plane to another.

Sevatar struck again and again, and as the halberd flew, the tentacles and claws that struck him broke.

At this moment, his will is unshakable, and his rage destroys the world.

Many monsters that were once humans died in despair.

Dazzling energies closed in on him, but his defenses were impenetrable and he rejected the false promise.

Soon, the storm began to weaken before his attack.

Without human nourishment, the whirlwind gradually dissipated, and the wider vortex also shrank, and the airflow became less ferocious as Savitador destroyed the knots.

Slowly, the subspace energy lost its cohesion and gradually dissipated.

As the storm recedes, Sevatar resists the new temptations of victory and speed, his self-control and defense more important than ever.

Even so, he saw the end of the struggle coming.

Suddenly, something moved in the storm that was about to end.

Sevatar couldn't quite feel what it was.

It stirs the storm currents and reaches out from the depths of the Warp, acting with intent.

Responding to the orders of a being pressing against the thin veil of the material world, and angry that it could not yet manifest itself, the remaining human knots in the storm suddenly redirected all their power.

The gathered energy rushed out of the storm and hit Savita. Although he blocked it with his halberd, the energy still exploded with the bright light.

Savitar was knocked back more than ten meters.

As he stood firm, the nodules grew, transforming into a huge monster that shone so brightly that the surrounding stone exploded into flames.

Savitar saw the incoming attack and retreated from the storm.

Thor also saw the danger and immediately adjusted the Storm Crow's weapon to aim at the monster.

The bullets exploded at the edge of the halo, and the storm weakened further, its remaining fury transforming itself into a nova of energy.

It was covered with human faces, twisted in pain, power, and madness, and then the monster's slender arms reached for Sevatar.

Ustad watched all this.

Before this, he had never seen such fighting skills, such balance, such swift wildness, such ruthless art.

Even Thor's sword is inferior to it.

As the Crow Prince twirled his halberd, the dull sunlight reflected like a halo from his silver-grey armor.

It was a kind of brutal violence, a kind of noble contempt, so brilliant.

He brandished his halberd as if it were a living thing, a soul he had once tamed and was now being forced to dance wildly.

Sevita purifies the chaotic language of battle into a terrifying and ruthless chapter, with no luxury or waste - every blow is full of murderous intent, just right and not overflowing.

In just a few seconds, he was able to repel the crazed beast step by step.

It raged at him, roaring at him in a fury of rage and pain, wildly waving its huge, bone-crushing claws and claws in the hope of wrenching his head from his body. Sevatar clung to it, like a bat sucking the blood of its prey. The halberd broke out and cut back, piercing the unclean flesh with its rapidly rotating teeth and biting deeply into the pickled bones below. .

It tried to crush him with a heavy punch, but he whirled out of the way and suddenly struck hard with its halberd.

Immediately blood splattered everywhere, and the monster's severed fist was neatly separated from the wrist, and was soaked in a stream of dirty blood.

The beast in the subspace became more and more violent, its eyes were wild and unstoppable, and foam continued to gush out from its bottomless abyss-like throat.

Its other claw swung out, as fast as a bullet.

At this time, Savita had already started to move. He spun one foot, put the halberd on his back, and used the force of rotation to hit the head of the halberd into the opponent's claws.

The moment the two collided, the entire battlefield trembled.

Savitar remained unmoved, but when he touched the metal handle with both hands, the beast's arm immediately shattered.

It staggered away from the onslaught, its roar growing weaker and more desperate.

Finally, its ultimate move is a mouthful of acid strong enough to dissolve metal.

But this was easily dodged by Savita.

The Prince of Crows pursues him, his ruthless attacks continuing.

The halberd continued to roar, cutting off a large piece of fatty flesh from the disgusting body, then turning around and tearing a long gash in its chest.

The plasma mixed with the soil, bubbling under its feet.

Everything happened so fast.

The beast turned staggeringly, its stomach bleeding, its jaw hanging limply.

It stared at the murderer, its eight snake-shaped eyes filled with liquid, and its chest heaved.

Savitar remained unmoved, raising his halberd high and keeping his feet firmly planted.

The monster did not take any action to protect itself. The tearful and pitiful face had long been damaged. Misery and confusion were its most obvious signs.

It knows what is annihilating, it knows what has disappeared.

In desperation, it screamed out a word.

"Traitor!"

Then, the halberd whizzed down, leaving bloody trails as it dived.

With a bang, the beast's head fell heavily.

The next second, a violent burst of warp fire shot upward from the headless body, only to split in two before Sevatar.

The Prince of Crows coldly shook off the flesh and blood from the chain saw and stepped on the monster's corpse, while fierce cheers erupted from the distant wall.

The storm dissipated at that moment.

At this time, everyone discovered that there were countless carbonized corpses lying on the ground that had been covered by the storm, twisting in the pain of destroying them.

Their deformities are extraordinary, some of the corpses are nearly six meters long, some have five arms, and a third of the corpses have a cluster of heads growing out of each other - there are always enough human forms. Showing what the dead monster once looked like.

These wreckage piled up on the battlefield, forming a corpse mountain nearly ten meters high, and Savitar stood on the top of the corpse mountain.

Even he himself couldn't remember how many he had killed.

The subspace disrupts all physical laws. Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, he only stayed in the storm for more than ten seconds, but he himself felt that it could be several days.

At this time, there was another roar in the sky.

Sevita turned around and saw several Thunder Eagles roaring towards the northern sky.

I feel the support of all readers in 2020. Without you, there would be no great story of Star Knights!

I am not going to go into details about how difficult it is to write about Warhammer. In the few days after it was released, due to the large gap between my performance and my psychological expectations, I once had the idea of ​​​​a eunuch. This is also the case for old readers and new readers in the past. The encouragement from readers in the Q group allowed me to continue, and I am very grateful to them here.

2020 has had a good start, and there will be a great continuation in 2021! The dark galaxy will eventually be lit up by a beam of light!

Lao Mo here hopes that everyone can continue to support me in the new year and go forward together.

For the Emperor! Long live humanity!

 

 

(End of this chapter)

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