Chapter 190 The Skull Lord's Gaze
The barbarian Damian, wielding the great sword Grandfather, slashed hard at the demonic battle ax swung by the Great Demon Khorne. Due to the huge power coming from above, his two little feet had already sunk into the earth and were burned by the flames. The layers of hard soil are broken apart.
After using some skills to deflect the demon's battle ax, Damian couldn't help but say, "This guy is really exciting."
Even when facing a demon several times larger than himself, there was no trace of fear in his expression. Intent, those sharp eyes like eagles were full of fighting intent, and he continued to use his grandfather to fight against the big devil.
The force of the collision between the sword and the battle ax is enough to shatter any armor. However, from the perspective of the two fighting creatures, this is just a warm-up. Only the souls that become more courageous as they fight can win the favor of victory.
Skarbrand felt the power in the human body in front of him. He had never seen such a weak creature possess such power. Even the 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 killings, felt excited. He had not seen a suitable head for a long time.
The two people next to them kept fighting for some space for Damian. As the most lethal Iron Wolf present, he felt very aggrieved. The resistance of these red-skinned demons to magic was simply staggering, even if he was the strongest. The attack only burned a black hole in the bloodthirsty demon's body, and then continued to fight Damian as if nothing had happened.
"Come on, let's have a good fight." Damian, who was repulsed by the bloodthirsty demon, raised his sword and roared. Green lines appeared on his pale skin that had been blown by the wind and snow all year round. He was already planning to activate the ancestral power in his body. He must use his strength just to continue fighting against the enemy in front of him.
A roar came from the mouth of the bloodthirsty demon, and this was his response.
On the horizon that no one noticed, a huge figure sitting on a brass throne appeared over the Hell of Khorne. Countless bones were piled up at his feet. Scarlet eyes stared at the battlefield through endless time and space. Above, those two creatures fought purely by strength and skill. The violent roar of metal collisions was a hymn to Zhi. The power that kept rising in anger was what Zhi loved, and the unparalleled skills were even more so. The highest honor a warrior can have.
"You guys delay for a while, I'll give this guy a big treasure." Iron Wolf, who was scraping the Great Demon of Khorne with his long sword, finally couldn't help it anymore. He thought Ronin said that the Great Demon of Khorne was basically magic. The immunity thing is just a boast. It's only after you actually encounter it that you realize how troublesome these horned demons are.
He finally put aside his contempt and raised the long sword in front of his chest. All the magic in his body was concentrated on it, and a purple flame ignited from it. After putting more magic into it, a weapon appeared in Iron Wolf's hand. The purple ball of flames was as big as two people.
This was developed by him and Luo Ning in their free time. The temperature on it is comparable to the divine furnace at the deepest part of Vaal's Anvil. There is nothing that cannot be burned yet.
Throw the fireball in his hand hard. Even Iron Wolf, who specializes in flame magic, cannot get close to this spell for a long time. The high consumption of magic power and long casting time are the drawbacks of this spell, but the terrifying power is worthy of these. Disadvantages.
The flames flying in mid-air burned and cracked the ground, and the corpses along the way burned themselves due to the high temperature. Even Damian, who was fighting against Skarbrand, could feel the horror of this magic.
Just when the purple fireball was about to touch Skarbrand, a metal plate full of wailing bones suddenly fell from the illusory background of blood hell in the sky, blocking the iron wolf's fireball. Several people were frightened by this change and looked above their heads, especially Skarbrand, the great demon who was exiled by Khorne for betrayal and was pleasantly surprised when he thought that his master had set his eyes on him again. Spreading the wings fixed with spiked iron chains, he raised the battle ax in his hand and looked to the sky, uttering a terrifying prayer, "Skull for the Skull Seat, blood for the Blood God." After discovering that Khorne was already looking at this place,
Thieves The Blood Mad Demon becomes more and more crazy. As long as he kills the human in front of him, he can return to the Chaos Demon Realm, stay beside the Skull Throne, and enjoy the glory brought by the endless war and blood.
Mishan, who was kicked away by the bloodthirsty demon, covered his chest. It was obvious that he felt some pain from the previous attack, but seeing his comrades still fighting against the demon, he gritted his teeth and stood up, picked up the Storm Spire, and prepared to continue the attack. .
Masno, who was originally sent to support them, has been stopped by a Khorne forward. Now the only ones fighting Skarbrand are the Dark Trio.
But as they continued to get closer, blood flames appeared in the eyes of the countless skulls on the metal plate that blocked the Iron Wolf's fireball, and a barrier like an arena enveloped Damian and Skarbrand in the center of the battlefield.
Mishan slashed hard at the faint blood mist that enveloped the enemy and comrades. No matter how much force he used, it was all in vain.
He immediately understood that the two warriors in the blood mist had become toys to please the gods. Only if one side wins can they walk out under the watchful eye.
After gritting his teeth and trying a few more times, it still had no effect at all. He could only turn around and fight with Masno to fight against the Khorne demonic army. At this time, he could only trust Damian, and there was no other way.
After activating the power of his ancestors, Damian felt a long-lost sense of attachment. The Dragon Prince's horn was only useful to the Caledonians and Caledonian dragons. For the barbarians of the Arreat Mountains, between totems and ancestors, Fighting under the watchful eye is the most honorable way.
The ancestral armor on his body and the grandfather in his hand also sensed the determination of the barbarian, and a power he had never seen before appeared on Damian. He felt that the anger in his heart had been controlled, and as he resisted Scar head-on. 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 barbarians dream of, which is to turn anger into steel will.
The bloodthirsty maniac didn't care about the wound on his arm. When he saw the human jumping towards his head, he let out flames condensed from anger in his mouth and went straight towards Damian's body covered in steel.
The flames enveloped Damian, and the flames entered the body from the gap and burned the skin, turning it dark. However, pain is the enemy and comrade of the warrior. The weak use pain as a reason to resist fighting, while the strong will use pain to become more deadly.
Grandfather's sword was raised high, and under Damian's hands, it seemed as if a mountain was falling apart. The target was Skarbrand's head, which had half of its bones exposed.
(End of chapter)