Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 33 32. Killing

Barbarus, the northern mountain range, the territory of the alien lord Nacre, the mountain top.

just now.
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On the highest mountain of Babarus, the poisonous mist is silently covering, spinning, and lingering here.

There was a sound of breaking wind, and the original body only took a few tenths of a second to cross the distance of half a basketball court!

Wordless raging anger burned in Mortarion's eyes, and relying on the inertia of rushing over at extreme speed, he raised the scythe in his hand——

"clang!!!"

"throat!!!"

Mortarion's full blow was blocked by Nacre's giant scythe, Silence, and sparks burst from the junction of the two scythes. The sparks splashed, illuminating the anger in Mortarion's eyes,

Nacre held the sickle in both hands, and pressed the sickle firmly against Mortarion's sickle blade.

For a moment, one person and one alien were confronting each other with all their strength. Mota Lian exerted all his strength, twisted the sickle, and slammed down the sickle desperately. The solid rock under his feet was even stepped out of the deep pit.

Compared to Mortarion, who was full of anger, Nacre, who tried his best to undo the chop, was more like laughing at Mortarion's anger.

The tall and strong alien squatted down to retract the scythe by Mortarion's downward chop, and the delicate force balance established by the two just now was instantly broken.
Mortarion immediately retracted the sickle, and then hooked the sickle forward, but Nacre, the alien lord, knew Mortarion's next move. After retracting the sickle, it immediately retreated and jumped away, holding the sickle in one hand and opening it in the other. Spread five fingers and point to Mortarion on the opposite side.

The strange black and green psionic fluctuations frantically surged between its fingers,

"My ridiculous son!"

The psychic fluctuations suddenly exploded, and the huge psychic movement even distorted the surrounding space!

But Mortarion on the opposite side was no longer as panicked as he was when he was a child. Mortarion laughed back angrily,

"It seems that you really haven't cared about what your children have been doing down the mountain in the past few years!"

Before Mortarion finished speaking, Nacre suddenly felt that the surrounding space suddenly became oppressive, and the connection with the subspace suddenly weakened, and the laws of the physical world began to squeeze it.

Before the psionic energy in its hand had accumulated to its satisfaction, it suddenly exploded,

At the same time, Mortarion, who predicted this scene, rushed forward and swung his scythe again, heading straight for Nacre's neck and head!

Nacre was startled by the sudden change, but it recovered in an instant. Mortarion's scythe was at his side. Seeing that he couldn't dodge the scythe, Nacre had no time to raise his sickle to guard against it, so he stretched out his hand Holding the sickle, he took the blow forcefully.

Nacre's right hand was cut off directly, blood spattered everywhere, but it also successfully blocked Mortarion's fatal blow.

Seeing that he had the advantage, Mortarion immediately took advantage of the victory and pursued him, swiping his scythe like rain, attacking Nacre continuously at the fastest speed, forcing it to parry again and again, without the ability to fight back.
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wrong!There is one more person in this game!

Still an untouchable!
It was only at this moment that Nacre realized that he had been swayed by Mortarion.

At first Mortarion's sprint was not provoked by its taunt, but to cover the existence of the second man!

That person must be a mortal, unable to directly intervene in the battle between the two of them, so Mortarion created an opportunity for him to enter the field, and caught Nacre by surprise when he used his witchcraft power.

It's careless!It thought that no mortal could stand on this mountain.

While entangled with Mortarion, Nacre devoted a little effort to carefully looking for the figure it thought was untouchable.

Untouchables can shield themselves from the eyes of others, and for psykers, this shielding ability is even stronger.

This caused Nacre to be unable to directly perceive the existence of this second person
But if the Untouchable is not found and killed, Nacre will not be able to successfully use psionic witchcraft!
It quickly peeked at the whole field, and finally, Nacre noticed it from the right behind it, and the aura that made it sick was particularly strong——

there!
Nacre "saw" it!
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"Don't be distracted!"

Mortarion's scythe came again, but Nacre, who had already determined the target, smiled mockingly, and took the right arm with his broken right hand to forcefully take this move!
His right arm slipped smoothly under Mortarion's sharp sickle, and the thick blood reluctantly licked the sharp sickle. Without another confrontation and block, Nacre turned around and jumped, full of "Nirvana" ", rotate and chop——

It had no way of determining the most specific location of the untouchable, so it had to take a gamble and expose its back to Mortarion.

As long as Nacre's next blow can hit the untouchable, as long as Mortarion's next blow can't kill Nacre,
Then, this victory belongs to Nacre!
"throat!"

The feedback of force suddenly came along the sickle,

Nacre smiled, it bet right.

Only when he got in touch with the "untouchable" thoroughly, could Nacre barely see this fuzzy human figure.

The tattered armor that had been corroded by the poisonous gas was crackling, and his short height was barely enough to reach Nacre's chest.

At this moment, this little man who just ruined its good deed is holding a sickle to block its blow.

But the huge disparity in strength made them unable to form enemies of the same level. It was said that resistance was only a few tenths of a second——

"Crack!"

Hades watched helplessly as his sickle shaft broke!

The scythe "Nirvana" of the alien lord Nacre went straight to his head——

too fast!
Hades took advantage of his height and squatted back in an instant, but even though he was an elite among mortals, he was still an ordinary person. He couldn't keep up with Nacre's speed, and the scythe hit his helmet directly. above.

With a little concentration, Nacrei hit with all his strength.

Hades flew out, the helmet slipped in the air, and the blood that flew out was mixed with white bone residue, bright red and pale, and instantly turned gray and deteriorated under the rendering of poisonous gas.

Hades felt like a tattered rag doll who was thrown directly into the air, and then fell lightly to the ground.

The poisonous gas quickly kissed his exposed head, the left half of his face was cut by the scythe silence, the left eye was broken, and the skull felt cracked.

It shouldn't be that close.
Nacre's psychic power is stronger than any alien lord Hades has encountered before, and Hades can even feel that his black domain can be counterpressed by the opposite psychic power.

In order to better suppress the opponent's psychic power, Hades had no choice but to take the risk. He compressed the black area to seven meters, and followed Nacre's blind spot behind him.

After Nacre's right hand broke, Hades stood in the blind spot on its right.

Of course Hades knew that Nacre would find him sooner or later, and he was always ready to defend.

But he didn't expect Nacre to be so crazy!
Nakore, who completely abandoned the defense behind him, was instantly torn open by the furious Mortarion with a sickle, and the internal organs slipped out of Nakore's wound along the sickle!

When Mortarion saw Hades lying on the ground in the distance, about to faint, his anger became even more frenzied.

But Nacre was even crazier than him, the tall and strong alien laughed, then raised his right arm, which was only a short section left, and swung it down——

Huge psychic energy exploded all over Mortarion's body in an instant, the armor was blasted, and the fragments scattered with the impact of psychic energy.

The sudden increase of poisonous gas and the oppression of spiritual energy made Mortarion's eyes suddenly black,
"cough!"

He coughed up a mouthful of black blood with bits of flesh,

"Kneel down!!!"

Huge psionic energy repressed!
——The situation is reversed in an instant——

Hades was lying on the ground, and his vision began to blur. He saw that Mortarion's figure was crumbling under the strong pressure of psychic energy.
It turns out that I really can't change anything?
Is this the world of Warhammer?
Hades couldn't hold on any longer, and his consciousness gradually slipped to the edge of the cliff.
　Suddenly, I found that I had a small dozen of five articles, and a large dozen of ten articles.

　　As expected of a Warhammer, it's done.

　　By the way, do you like me to often write about fighting?
　　Happy reading (ω)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)