Chapter 267: Stand down, Khorne


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  Chapter 267: Back off, Khorne.

  "Agathael, back off."

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

  Damian was walking towards here wearing the heavy steel plate armor and a sword that was nearly two meters long. No one stopped him along the way. Those Chaos believers could clearly sense that this man The aura of the Blood God on his body is so strong, like a bloodthirsty maniac in human form.

  He stepped on the stone bricks step by step, and the steel boots made a crisp echo when they trampled the ground. The sword dragged on the ground made a harsh friction sound, and he slowly walked towards the Khorne champion.

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

  "Yes." The Dragon Prince did not choose to question. Since Mi Shan was sure to let Damian enter the battlefield, he could only trust each other. He began to retreat, intending to take out the obsidian gun and his dragon companions to eliminate high-threat targets.

  After Agathel left, the two mortals who were deeply admired by Khorne finally met for the first time. The Bride of Khorne, this Norscan woman blessed by the Blood God, often brings the will of the Lord of the Skull. , as long as you get her recognition, you will get the love of Khorne, and is considered by many Norscan tribes to be the messenger of the divine dog.

  She placed her spear across the city wall, stared at the warrior in front of her who exuded the aura of the Blood God, and stretched out her right hand. "The power to defeat the Exile alone is enough to make you closer to Khorne than me. Kill me, or be killed by me." Kill, and you will 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 doctrine of Khorne, and was born to fight and kill. Prepare, after seeing the scene where Damian killed Skarbrand through a vision, his appreciation for the strong made him come here, just to let him fight side by side with him and win in the name of Khorne.

  Those bloodthirsty auras involuntarily emanated from the 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, letting these crazy breaths pour into his body. He understood many things. There is nothing wrong with the desire to fight. This is the nature of barbarians, but if it is out of some dirty The purpose, or just to satisfy the desire to kill in the heart, is to compromise with the animal nature in the heart.

  He stared at the woman with wings on her back, slowly raised the big sword in front of him, and assumed a fighting posture. He did not start attacking like crazy like yesterday. The movements were as standard as those of a swordsman apprentice, which seemed a bit stiff. He was restrained, but his tone was very calm,
  "Only those who defeat me are qualified to say these words. Your purpose is to drag me into the demonic realm of Khorne, but the right to speak belongs to the winner. If the Blood God's men are just rubbish, then You should just go back to the Demon Realm of Chaos and lick the buttholes of those Keepers of Secrets."

  The Bride of Khorne was a little stunned. After all, such words were not something that a Khorne follower could say, but then she smiled cruelly. He smiled and pulled out the spear. If he knew that the other party was a strong one and did not dare to fight, then Khorne would give priority to twisting off the bride's head.

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

  The tongue on the demon shield began to wrap around the big sword, but it was cut off immediately. The pair of eyes full of magic stared at Damian, but what greeted him was a pair of eyes without any ripples.

  Valkia's expression, holding the demon shield in her left hand, began to change. She was not a demon unit. Her body was made up of mortal flesh and blood. This allowed her to walk around the mortal world at will, but what followed was the physical structure. It's hard to withstand the huge force, especially Damian's.

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

  Valkia shook her left hand and found that there were some bone fractures. 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 of Slaanesh was cut out. The deep pit, from the forehead to the chin, is obviously difficult to use. But this was not what Valkia was wondering about. Why would Damian choose to retreat? You must know that he had fought with Skarbrand for hundreds of rounds, so it was impossible for him to be afraid of a spear attack.

  "You have become different from before, why are you resisting the battle!" Valkia's voice was full of anger. When a natural warrior has no desire to fight, this is undoubtedly a blasphemy against Khorne.

  "No, I have never resisted fighting, I just want to understand something. The big sword in my hand is not forged for killing. Although its most important function is to kill, this is not the purpose of forging it by the ancestors. ." Damian shook his head slowly, and then continued, "It is extremely common for a soldier to be eager to fight, but if fighting is regarded as faith, and fighting and killing are the meaning of life, what does that have to do with a businessman suffering from gold addiction? Difference."

  Valkia did not speak. The sword was the warrior's tongue, not these meaningless sophistry. She threw down her shield and started attacking with spears in both hands. She thought very clearly that once she died, then The power of the Blood God will be infused into Damian's body. At that time, there will be an extremely terrifying follower of the Blood God in the mortal world, sprinkling blood all over the world.

  Grandfather blocked the spear and did not use all his strength in every swing. During the collision of the weapons, the bloodthirsty flames rose from the spear, but they were immediately dispersed by the sword. Along with it, The sword body, which had been covered with blood marks, lost some of its aura and gradually returned to its former luster of steel.

  Damian's attacks were not as violent as before, but were as clumsy as when he first learned to use a sword. His eyes were covered with a thick layer of blood mist, and the attacks of the enemies in front of him were completely undetectable, but he did not become impatient because of this. Just like when he faced wolves in the ice and snow before, he protected his body firmly, not relying on intuition or the rage in his nature, and carefully and patiently searched for the sound of the wolves attacking.

  He began to gradually find himself again. Instead of obeying his subconscious self, his bloodlust would explode. Some snowflakes broke through the blood mist, making his vision clearer.

  The more powerful Valkia's attack is, the faster the blood mist disappears. Damian can see the snow-capped mountain that he has worshiped many times, the top of the Arreat Mountains that he has only visited once, and the ancient barbarians on both sides. Doc, the Centaur, seemed to be able to see a slight 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 sword in his hand wrestling with the spear, and the tip of the spear was about to reach his throat.

  Damian smiled slightly, which was completely different from before. He no longer maintained a fanaticism for the battle, but only showed understanding and awe, and said, "Unfortunately, it seems that

  you are not able to keep me under the blood god. Don't tell me, you helped me a lot."

  Before Valkia understood what this sentence meant, the sword that was wielded very clumsily by the user had already lifted the spear in her hand. Then the head of a woman with two horns fell to the ground.

  The Khorne champion whose body and head were separated did not die immediately. The red mist condensed into a solid body and rushed straight towards Damian, seemingly wanting to use this power to explode him.

  But the barbarian did not dodge, he just stood there and waited. The blood mist enveloped his eyes again. He could hear a sound full of majesty, like steel rubbing against each other, making bursts of deep laughter, telling the story of endless battles and victories. Wait for yourself.

  He let out bursts of laughter, and the body wrapped in armor gradually exuded a metallic color. Then he whispered to the one sitting on the brass skull kingdom, "Back off, Khorne, your promise is important to It makes no sense to me."

  (End of chapter)
 

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