Warhammer Throne

"I forbid you to hurt the legionnaire!" At the moment Fukun was about to despair, a cowardly but brave voice echoed on the battlefield.

Fukun's eyes widened.

It's a halfling Hobbit!

The brave halfling didn't know under what circumstances actually broke through the blockade of the death shroud and appeared behind Motarian.

The short halfling's strength is only the pinnacle of legend, not magical, and it is also unspeakably powerful in terms of wrist strength, but he appeared, and saw Hobby trembling under the power of Mortarian, but he will The elven sword pointed directly behind the demon's original body, like a hen guarding her cub in front of an eagle, fearful, but still brave and fearless!

Mortarian looked angry and extremely contemptuous of this. He was even more excited than Fukun’s ridicule. The Demon's original body waved the plague scythe vigorously, and the alarm of the respirator and his voice sounded one after another: " Just rely on you? Just rely on you dwarf, you are also worthy to challenge me? What am I, I am the lord of the 14th Legion, I am the father’s Demon Primarch, I am the people’s fighter! Even you want to challenge I?"

"Hobby doesn't know so much!" The elven sword in the hands of the halfling pierced Mortarian's defensive circle, shattered like glass, and Hobby was not surprised at all, the halfling's The voice was decisive and decisive: "Hobby only knows that the commander of the legion has brought Hobby glory. He has always treated Hobby sincerely. Hobby is willing to die for him, yes!"

"For that authoritarian tyrant? For his pale lie?!" Motalian was angry, and it swept the plague sickle lightly and swept it lightly.

The halfling's body was cut into two pieces in the air, and the Plague Scythe was once again stained with blood.

Even the dwarf's Mithril soft armor could not stop Mortarian's Plague Scythe.

And Hobbi seemed to know his end. At the last moment of his life, the halfling cast his sights on his beloved legionnaire, showing a big smile.

"No! Hobbit...no!" Fukun tried to stand up, but he was too badly injured and immediately knelt on the ground. The Emperor's Son Prima could only watch his scout captain. Fate fell in the hands of his brother: "No... this shouldn't... you should return to Mutter and enjoy the rest of your life..."

A large drop of the blood of the original body fell on the ground, and Fugen supported himself with the Sotego war spear. He suddenly felt a pain in his chest, very painful.

"Habi is very happy to follow the commander of the legion! Because the price given by the commander of the legion is very suitable!"

"Legion commander, you are such a good person! Those pesky empires use Hobbit as a tool, only you really respect Hobbit!"

"Hobby is here, Hobby has completed the task and stole the ancient sacred stone and secret treasures for Lord Fogen! How will Lord Fogen reward Hobby?"

"Hobby's ideals? I just want to go back to Mutter to get married after finishing this ticket. The windmills, fields and pies are the home of Hobby, and there is Hobby's home."

Is this what Killiman experienced on the title of Emperor's Pride?

He was chopped into two pieces with the halfling, besides his body, there was his cauldron.

The halfling cauldron bomb exploded, and the hot, super-high temperature and strong adhesion of the burning adhesive caused Motarian to encounter a little trouble, but in addition to the physical trouble, the bigger blow came from the soul, the demonic original body was hysterical. Roared: "Why? Why do you have someone willing to die for you? Why? He is clearly your tool, he has only become a stepping stone to your ambition!"

"I am willing to fall, this is you, Mortalian. While surrendering to the evil of the subspace, while crying bitterly, cursing and hating the psionic, while constantly proclaiming that all loyalties are false, and at the same time from the heart Earth yearns for love and loyalty. While claiming that his tenacity and will are unmatched, he surrendered under the threat of disease and corruption and prayed for mercy to Nurgle.” Fugen’s face burned with hatred, the emperor The Primarch of the Prince said ironically: "You will never understand the meaning of sacrifice and love, forever."

"I don't need to understand, I just need to know that Motarian is the galaxy's democracy fighter, the symbol of freedom and democracy and the hope of hundreds of trillions of being enslaved and exploited by the carrion god!" Motarian was furious. Continue his offense!

There was a blue light across the sky.

At first, Fukun and Motarian didn't care. The badly injured Fukun wanted to stand up to the enemy, but he was almost out of strength. Fukun knew that he would fail completely without a few rounds going on like this.

Mortarian raised the plague scythe again, and it seemed that Fukun's fate was inevitable.

The blue blue ball fell rapidly, and when Motarian's scythe was approaching Fugen, the ball of light was blocked in front of Fugen, and a pale sharp blade blocked Motarian's plague war scythe.

"What?!" The Primal Demon was stunned, and he instinctively wrapped himself back with huge wings again.

A pale blue beam of light envelops the visitor, surrounded by a large stream of subspace energy, azure blue flames swirling around the visitor, a certain supreme existence descends in the cold and gloomy breath, and it spit out With a single breath, the hot Ruscia turned into a cold Nagaros, remote, cold, and dead.

The supreme being emerges from the flames.

This is a man with a robe of raging fire, a crown of soul stone, a purple body and ancient runes. His face is cruel and cold, masculine and feminine, and has the beauty of both, sharing the bravery of warriors and the strategy of wise men. His figure flickers like a ghost, holding a symbol representing the eternal immortality of the soul in one hand, and holding the sword of ten thousand souls in the other.

The supreme being looked at the Demon Primordial coldly, and an ancient spirit symbol was spit out from his mouth. The divine power filled with the breath of death and the power of cold freezing instantly enveloped Motalian.

The original demon's original powerful plague and corrupting spirits actually began to dissolve in front of the supreme being. If the power of Nurgle means endless corruption and the balance formed in the rebirth, then this supreme power means Complete death and another form of transformation made Mortarian extremely displeased. Almost in an instant, he immediately waved the plague sickle and fought against those who came!

"That's..." Fugen leaned on the ground with one hand, still trying to get himself up, the emperor's original body tried to condense his strength: "That seems to be..."

Suddenly two people appeared next to the emperor's son Primordial. They dressed strangely, one left and the other right, protecting the injured Fugen.

A warrior is full of red armor. He wears a crimson helmet with pointed wings and a sky blue cloak swaying behind him. He holds the legendary Asowar and Howling Sword in his hand.

The other is more like a prophet than a warrior. She is wearing a tight red and black rune suit and a crimson long skirt, holding the sword of eternal sorrow, her face is fierce and cruel, but she also has a unique wild beauty. What is peculiar is her hair. The white-haired sideburns are all shaved cleanly. Only the long hair on the top and back of the head is erected and tied into a sky braid, which is fixed with a semi-circular eight-pointed headgear.

"It's you!" Fugen finally recognized the identity of the trio. The Emperor's Son Primordial Body was very surprised: "Why are you here?"

The incarnation of the death **** of the spirit race, Inkarn!

The **** of death, Inani!

The champion of the **** of death, a thousand faces!

"The human empire, allies, and the Death Army came at the request of the reborn carrion god. We attacked immediately, not for revenge-but to pursue a light that only appeared when all other hopes were bleak." Grim Reaper Champion Qianmian said indifferently, and then he joined the battle, and the death shrouds rushed up and fought with the Reaper Champion. The death shroud had gone through a long journey and the baptism of subspace storms, plus the local suppression was already in a state of sluggishness. Mian immediately won the advantage in the battle and cut two Mortarian's guards.

"Your father and brothers really want to come and save you, but our enemy has sealed the passage. Only the power of Jena can make us reach here through the network." The **** of death chose Inani to speak, the spirit race The young lady's voice was also very cold. She glanced at the defeated proud purple-gold rooster with disdain, and opened the folding fan: "Thank you brother."

"It's hard to imagine, is it...Gilliman?" Fukun covered the wound with his hand, gasping for breath: "Really... he is..."

"If he hadn't taken the initiative to find his door and put down his dignity as the imperial regent begging me, we would not agree to come here." The little civet at Inani's feet meowed, Yinanqing Lightly recite a prophecy: "One phoenix is ​​about to fall, and another phoenix is ​​about to rise."

Faugan noticed that it seemed unnatural to talk about Kiriman Inani, and she blocked her face with a fan.

Heh~ interesting.

"At least for now, our destiny is closely linked!" Yinani noticed the change in Fukun's expression, and quickly raised her old woman's sword-the sword of eternal life, and protected Fukun behind her back to deal with the rushing up. Death Shroud: "In addition to these, we also brought a gift, you have a special express, the former evil devil prince."

Fukun has yet to ask again, a sorrowful groan has been heard from the battlefield where Mortarian and the incarnation of the **** of death are fighting, and Inkarn is looming in the cold death air mass.

All the dead souls around are flocking to the incarnation of the **** of death, becoming part of its power. Inkarn flickers back and forth on the battlefield, a silver light and a golden light, turning into ice-cold snowflakes flying in the sky.

Motalian was not rushed, not slow, the more violent the attack of the death avatar, the more calm he was. The demon's original body continued to dissolve the offensive of the death avatar, as the giant sickle danced wildly, and the defensive counterattack one after another was extremely fierce. , And let the incarnation of the **** of death only use flash to avoid the edge of the demon's original body!

"Just relying on you, a fragmented incarnation of a degenerate god, is also trying to defeat me?" The plague scythe in Motarian's hand and the death sword's sword of death clashed, and the unparalleled power of both sides shook the earth. .

However, in the end, Mortarian was superior in strength and patience. The tough demonic body gradually pushed the incarnation of the **** of death away, and then used the long handle to directly hit the chest of Inkarn, and the incarnation of the **** of death was hit hard in the chest. A piece of pale blue sparks burst out, and even something similar to glass was shattered, and a lot of residue was dropped. He staggered back and was about to flicker. Mortarian immediately raised his other hand fiercely. Hit the head of the incarnation of the **** of death.

"Hmm!" The avatar of the **** of death was hit by this blow, spinning like a spinning top in the air, and finally flashed after Motarian's scythe fell and fled immediately.

Fugen was clutching the wound, the emperor's son Primarch thought to himself that the incarnation of the death **** of the spirit race was weaker than he thought.

The incarnation of the **** of death flashed behind Motarian instantly, his eyes flashed, and the power of psychic energy was activated, and all the souls of the undead and subspace energy on the entire battlefield around him flocked to Inkarn.

Afterwards, a blue flame beam directly attacked Motalian from behind.

A wave of flames converging energy hit the back of the demon's original body, which is the mighty power of Jena, the **** of death of the spirit race!

Motarian immediately turned around, he wrapped himself with his wings again, and made a defensive action.

Absolute defensive circle!

The light became more and more violent and intense. The bombardment hit the absolute defensive circle of Motarian, the incarnation of death increased his strength, and Motarion also used all his power, and dense cracks appeared on the absolute defensive circle again. Start a full confrontation!

Fukun wanted to join the battle, but he had no choice but to kneel on one knee to get himself back as soon as possible.

In the end, Mortarian's powerful recovery ability, tenacious will and constant psychic energy won the victory again.

The power of the incarnation of the **** of death was almost exhausted, and he could not break through Motarian's absolute defensive circle.

But at this moment, the incarnation of the **** of death suddenly screamed. He stretched out his hand into the air and shot the last remaining power to the sky. A golden phoenix appeared from the sky and got the energy. It swept down at extreme speed and sprinkled the fire of the phoenix.

Afterwards, the avatar of the **** of death flashed immediately, avoiding the plague sickle named Silent Scythe in Motarian's hand.

The golden phoenix flew towards Fugen at an extremely fast speed, and then attached to Fugen's golden power sword-glory. In the endless light and flames, the glory was recast.

"Your father, the **** emperor used a saber you used to forge this brand new weapon, and you know how to use it." The **** of death chooses Inani to wield the sword of eternity and the shroud of death. fighting.

"Father recast the sword of flame." Two tears fell on Fugen's chest, and the emperor's original body stretched out his hand to hold the new weapon "Phoenix Blade" that was constantly burning and releasing amazing heat in the fire of recasting. ": "This is the weapon that Ferros once cast for me. He said this is his most perfect work, the perfect sword."

A powerful flame flows into Fugen's body, it is a warm and stern force.

The sunfire amulet lights up again, and a stream of pure enthusiasm is passed from the amulet to the blade, and San Giles' voice follows: "I give you all my power, brother!"

Fukun raised his sword and placed the Phoenix Blade on his chest. The raging flames burned in front of him. The Emperor's Son Primordial seized the opportunity and leaped directly towards Mortalian.

"!!!" Motarian was shocked that Fogen had actually recovered his combat effectiveness. He immediately gave up continuing to struggle with the incarnation of death, and at the same time opened the absolute defense circle again.

The blade of the phoenix bombarded the surface of the defensive circle, and the fire of the phoenix and the frantic roar of Fukun formed an unstoppable force.

This time, he will not fail again!

There was a loud noise, the earth shook, and dense cracks appeared on the absolute defense circle, until it was completely broken like glass, the flame and bright white hot light on the blade of the phoenix finally overwhelmed the power of the demon's original body. A rush of energy emerged from the blade, sweeping away all the filth in front of him with extraordinary power.

The absolute defensive circle is broken!

The psychic storm and flames on the blade instantly swept across Mottari's safety body, smashing the plague censer, the Barbarian armor, and the blessing cloth strips of Nurgle on his body! The burning and roaring flames penetrated into the body of the demon's original body, making a sizzling sound like burning oil!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! brother!"

Fogen’s blow severely damaged Mortarian, but he himself reached the limit so that he could not launch a powerful pursuit. Instead, he knelt on the ground again: "Motarian, you bastard!"

"Enough, Mortarian, stop being obsessed with it!" The phantom of San Gilles appeared on the battlefield, and he softly persuaded Mortarian: "Go back, the empire needs you, and we also need you! "

"No!" Motarian shook his head sharply: "I won't listen to you, you annoying eagle boy, do you want me to go back and use your beautiful wings to humiliate me? In front of everyone including my father? I tell you, absolutely no! I will not return to that dictator's side. I will bring freedom and democracy to the entire universe in the name of a loving father!"

After finishing speaking, Mortarian flew abruptly for a certain distance, and then concentrated all his strength to draw a gap in time and space. The Demon Primarch signaled his children to retreat immediately, and at the same time roared at San Giles: "If you have the ability, then go to the realm of the benevolent father to fight in an upright manner. What is the ability to defeat me by suppressing strength here, San Giles, do you have the kind? Or are you worried that you will feel like being charged? Ruth was defeated by me as if he was defeated? Come here if you have a seed! Let's go to the Plague Star and have a good fight!"

"Stop, Mortarian, you will be caught in the turbulence of a giant subspace storm like this!" San Giles yelled anxiously.

"Enough, let this **** go, I'm real..." Fogen motioned to San Giles not to shout. The Emperor's Son Prototype is completely exhausted today [书趣阁www.shuquge.vip], he I feel like I'm fainting, but he can't, because he still has things to do.

Mortarian rushed head-on into the rift in time and space, and the death shrouds retreated collectively. Finally, Typhons, who ate a ray of the lizardman gods’ engines and forcibly followed his genetic father to escape. NS.

As Mortarian escaped, the battlefield was in a mess.

But today, on the ruins of Costantiniye, everyone will have to witness one thing.

The phoenix rises.