Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 267 Step Back, Khorne

"Agersel, back away."

The Dragon Prince, who was fighting fiercely with the Bride of Khorne on the city wall, heard a familiar voice, knocked back the enemy in front of him a few steps, and looked behind him.

Damian was walking towards this place wearing that heavy steel plate armor and a big sword nearly two meters long. No one stopped him along the way, and those followers of Chaos could clearly perceive that this person How strong is the aura of the blood god on his body, like a bloodthirsty maniac in human form.

He stepped on the stone bricks step by step, the steel boots echoed crisply when they trampled on the ground, and the great sword dragged on the ground made harsh friction sounds, and slowly walked towards the champion of Khorne.

"I'm in charge here, continue your command." Damian walked up to the Dragon Prince. Even though he was full of blood, his tone and eyes seemed very normal, and even clearer and calmer than usual, without a trace of any concern for the battle. fanaticism.

"Hmm." The Dragon Prince didn't choose to question. Since Mi Shan was sure that Damian would enter the battlefield, he could only trust each other. He began to retreat, intending to take out the Obsidian Spear and his dragon partner to deal with the high-threat target.

After Agthel left, the two mortals who were deeply admired by Khorne finally ushered in the first meeting. The Bride of Khorne, a Norscan woman blessed by the blood god, often brings the will of the Lord of the Skull. , as long as she agrees, she will be loved by Khorne, and is considered by many Norsca tribes to be the messenger of the god dog.

She stood the spear on the city wall, looked at the warrior exuding the blood god aura in front of her, and stretched out her right hand, "The power to defeat the exile alone is enough to bring you closer to Khorne than me, kill me, or be killed by me Kill and you'll get endless fighting and killing."

The champion of Khorne can deeply feel the power of the mortal in front of her. She never thought that a mortal would be so consistent with the dogma of Khorne. She was born to fight and kill. After seeing Demian kill Scarb through a vision After the scene of Rand, the admiration for the strong made him come here, just for him to fight side by side with him and win in the name of Khorne.

The bloodthirsty aura emanated involuntarily from his body, and gradually swept towards Damian. This was the blood god's gaze on him, showing his appreciation for this mortal.

But Damian just stayed where he was, and let these crazy breaths pour into his body. He understood a lot of things. There is nothing wrong with the desire to fight. This is the nature of barbarians, but if it is caused by some dirty The purpose, or just to satisfy the desire to kill in my heart, is to compromise with the animal nature in my heart.

He stared at the woman with wings on her back in front of him, slowly raised the big sword in front of him, and put on a fighting posture. He didn't start to attack like yesterday. It was as standard as an apprentice swordsman's movements, which seemed a little blunt. And restrained, but the tone is very calm,
"Only by defeating me are you qualified to say these words. Your purpose is to drag me into the Demon Realm of Khorne, but the right to speak belongs to the winner. If the Blood God's subordinates are just rubbish, then you should return to the Demon Realm of Chaos honestly." Lick the assholes of those Keepers of Secrets."

The Bride of Khorne was a little stunned. After all, this kind of words is not like a Khorne follower can say, but then she smiled cruelly and pulled out the spear. If she knows that the other party is a strong man and dare not fight, Then Khorne would give priority to screwing the bride's head off.

But in an instant, Valkia's pupils shrank slightly, and she immediately raised the shield in her left hand, because Damian's terrifying explosive power jumped up from the spot and attacked her.

The tongue on the devil's shield began to wrap around the great sword, but it was cut off immediately. Those eyes full of magic power fixed on Damian, but what greeted them was a pair of calm eyes.

Valkia's complexion began to change as she held the demon shield in her left hand. She is not a demon unit, but the flesh and blood of mortals make up her body, which allows her to walk freely in the mortal world, but what follows is her body structure It is difficult to bear the huge force, especially for Damian.

The left arm covered by the shield made the sound of bone shattering. Valkia, who had experienced many battles, immediately stabbed the spear at Damian, but did not achieve the expected effect, because the target actually retreated. I didn't think about catching it with my hands, or using the armor to forcibly resist the damage.

Valkia shook her left hand, and found that some bones were broken. Even if it was only a short-term contact, she still suffered a lot of damage, and the shield made of the head of the demon prince Slaanesh was chopped off. The deep pit, from the forehead to the chin, is obviously difficult to use.

But this is not something that Valkia is confused about. Why did Damian choose to back away? You must know that he has fought with Scarbrand for hundreds of rounds, and it is impossible for him to fear the attack of a spear.

"You have become different from before, why do you resist fighting!" Valkia's voice was full of anger. Being a natural fighter without even the desire to fight is undoubtedly a kind of blasphemy against Khorne.

"No, I have never resisted fighting, I just want to understand some things, the great sword in my hand is not forged for killing, although its most important function is killing, but this is not the meaning of forging it forged by the ancestors "Damian shook his head slowly, and then continued, "It is very common for soldiers to be eager to fight, but if fighting is regarded as a belief, and fighting and killing are the meaning of life, what does it have to do with a businessman who suffers from gold addiction? the difference."

Valkia didn't speak. The sword is the warrior's tongue, not these meaningless sophistry. She threw down the shield and started attacking with spears in both hands. She thought very clearly that once she died, the blood god Power will be infused into Damian's body, and there will be an extra frightening follower of the blood god in the mortal world, who will sprinkle blood all over the world.

Grandfather blocked the spear, and he didn't use all his strength every time he swung it. When the weapons collided, those bloodthirsty flames rose from the spear, but they were immediately dispersed by the big sword. Accompanied by it was The blade of the sword that had been covered by the blood mark lost some of its aura, and gradually returned to the luster of steel before.

Damian's attack was not as violent as before. Instead, it was as clumsy as when he was just learning to use a sword. His eyes were covered with a thick layer of blood mist, and the enemy's attack in front of him was completely undetectable, but he did not become impatient because of this. Just like facing the wolves in the ice and snow before, he protected his body firmly, not relying on intuition, nor relying on the rage in his nature, carefully and patiently looking for the sound of the wolves attacking.

He began to gradually find himself, not because he subconsciously erupted his bloodthirsty desire, and some snowflakes broke the blood fog, making his vision clearer.

The fiercer Valkia's attack was, the faster the blood mist disappeared. Damian could see the snow-capped mountain that he had worshiped many times, the peak of the Arreat Mountains that he had only been to once, and the ancient barbaric Maddock, he seemed to be able to see a little smile on the faces of the three barbarians who had turned into sculptures.

Finally, everything in front of him disappeared, leaving only the angry Valkia in front of him. He saw the big sword in his hand wrestling with the spear, and the point of the spear was about to reach his throat.

Damian smiled slightly, completely different from before, no longer fanatical about fighting, just a kind of understanding and awe, and said,

"Unfortunately, it seems that you have no ability to keep me under the command of the Blood God. I have to say that you have helped me a lot."

Before Valkia understood the meaning of this sentence, the big sword wielded clumsily by the user had already picked up the spear in her hand, and then the head of a woman with two horns fell onto the ground. off the ground.

The champion of Khorne, whose body and head were separated, did not die immediately. The red mist condensed into a solid body and rushed straight to Damian, as if he wanted to use this force to explode him.

But the barbarian didn't dodge, just stood there and waited, the blood mist covered his eyes again, he could hear a voice full of majesty, like steel rubbing against each other, bursting into deep laughter, telling the endless battles and victories in the future Waiting for myself.

He let out a burst of laughter, and the body wrapped in armor gradually exuded a metallic luster, and then whispered to the only one sitting on the kingdom of brass skulls, "Stand back, Khorne, your promise to It makes no sense to me."

(End of this chapter)