Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 190 The Gaze of the Lord of the Skull

The barbarian Damian held both great swords and grandfather, and slashed at the demon battle ax swung down by the Great Demon of Khorne. Because of the huge force from above, his two little feet had already sunk into the ground, and the hard soil burned by the flames was broken layer by layer.

After using some tricks to deflect the demon battle axe, Damian couldn't help saying, "This guy is really exciting."

Even in the face of a demon several times larger than himself, there was no trace of fear in his expression, his eagle-like eyes were full of fighting intent, and he continued to use his grandfather to confront the big demon.

The force of the collision between the big sword and the battle ax is enough to shatter any armor, but in the eyes of the two fighting creatures, this is just a warm-up, and only a soul that is more and more courageous in the battle can win the favor of victory.

Scarbrand felt the power in the human body in front of him. He had never seen such a weak creature with such strength. Even those giants could not resist the slaughter of the battle ax in their hands.

"This is a qualified sacrifice, and it will definitely win Khorne's forgiveness." The big demon, whose mind was full of killing, felt excited. He hadn't seen a suitable head for a long time.

The two next to him kept fighting for some space for Damian. As the iron wolf with the most lethal ability on the scene, he felt very aggrieved. The resistance of these red-skinned demons to magic was simply astounding, even if he was the strongest. The attack was nothing more than burning a black hole in the bloodthirsty maniac, and then continued to fight Damian as if nothing had happened.

"Come on, let's have a good fight." Damian, who was repelled by the bloodthirsty maniac, raised his sword and let out a roar. Blue lines appeared on his pale skin that had been blown by wind and snow all year round. He was already planning to activate the ancestral spirit in his body. Strength, just to continue fighting with the enemy in front of him.

A roar came from the mouth of the bloodthirsty monster, and this was his response.

Above the sky that no one noticed, a huge figure sitting on a brass throne appeared in the sky above the hell of Khorne, with countless bones piled up under his feet, his scarlet eyes staring at the battlefield through endless time and space On the ground, those two creatures who fought purely by strength and skill, the fierce roar of metal collisions is the hymn of each other, the power that surges in anger is loved by only, and the unrivaled skill is even more so. The highest honor a warrior can have.

"You guys delay for a while, I'll give this guy a big baby." The iron wolf who was scraping Khorne with his long sword at the side finally couldn't help it anymore. He thought that Ronin said that Khorne was basically magic. Immune to this is a bragging, only to find out how troublesome these horned demons are after encountering them.

He finally let go of his contempt, and held the long sword in front of his chest. All the magic in his body condensed towards it, and a group of purple flames ignited from it. A ball of purple flames, the size of two people.

This was developed by him and Ronin in their spare time. The temperature on it can be compared to the divine power furnace in the deepest part of Vaal's anvil. For the time being, they haven't found anything that can't be incinerated.

Throwing the fireball in his hand vigorously, even the iron wolf who specializes in fire magic can't get close to this spell at zero distance for a long time. The large consumption of mana and the long casting time are the disadvantages of this spell, but the terrifying power is worthy of these disadvantages.

The flames flying in mid-air scorched and cracked the ground, and the corpses along the way burned themselves due to the high temperature. Even Damian who was fighting Scarbrand could feel the horror of this magic.

Just when the purple fireball was about to touch Scarbrand, a metal plate full of wailing bones suddenly fell from the illusory background of the bloody hell in the sky, directly blocking the iron wolf's fireball.

Several people were startled by the change and looked up, especially Scarbrand, the big demon who was exiled by Khorne because of his betrayal. Spread the wings fixed with barbed iron chains, raised the battle ax in his hand and looked towards the sky, and uttered a terrifying prayer, "Sacrifice the skull for the skull seat, and sacrifice the blood for the blood god."

After discovering that Khorne was watching this place, the bloodthirsty maniac became even more crazy. As long as he killed the human in front of him, he could return to the Chaos Demon Realm, stay by the side of the Skull Throne, and enjoy the endless war and blood. of glory.

Mi Shan, who was kicked away by the bloodthirsty madman, held his chest. Obviously, he also felt a little pain from the last attack, but seeing his comrades still fighting the big demon, he gritted his teeth, stood up and picked up the Storm Spire to continue the attack .

Masno, who had been sent to support them, had been stopped by a Khorne vanguard, and now only the Dark Trio was fighting Scarbrand.

But as they continued to approach, flames of blood appeared from the eyes of countless skulls on the metal plate blocking the iron wolf's fireball, and a barrier like an arena enveloped Damian and Scarbrand in the center of the battlefield.

Mi Shan slashed hard at the faint blood mist that enveloped the enemy and comrades in arms, no matter how much force he used, nothing would come to nothing.

He immediately understood that the two warriors in the blood mist had become toys to please the gods, and only one of them won could walk out under the watchful eyes of the only one.

Gritting his teeth and trying a few more times, it still didn't work at all. He could only turn around and fight against the Khorne demon army with Masnow. At this time, he could only trust Damian, and there was no other way.

After activating the power of the ancestors on his body, Damian felt a sense of nostalgia that he had not seen for a long time. The horn of the Dragon Prince was only useful to the Caledonians and the Caledonian dragons. This is the most honorable way to fight under the watchful eyes of others.

The ancestral armor on his body and the grandfather in his hand also sensed the determination of the barbarian. A power that he had never seen before appeared on Damian's body. He felt that the anger in his heart had been controlled. Brand's battle ax cut another wound on the blood-red arm full of muscles.

Damian felt that he had entered a state that all savages dreamed of, that is, the will to turn anger into iron.

But the bloodthirsty maniac didn't care about the wound on his arm. When he saw the human jumping towards his head, the flames of anger condensed from his mouth, and he went straight to Damian's body covered in steel.

The flames enveloped Damian, and entered the body from the gaps, burning the skin and turning it dark, but pain is the enemy and ally of a warrior. The weak use pain as a reason to resist fighting, and the strong use pain to become more deadly.

Grandfather raised his great sword high, and under Damian's hands, there seemed to be an avalanche of landslides, and the target was Scarbrand's head with half of his bones exposed.

(End of this chapter)