The plan to grab the sword with one's body was successful in a sense. The demon prince who rushed back could no longer dedicate the weapon that had been "occupied" to Slaanes, but he did not want to destroy his works just like this, nor did he want to use this thing to listen to his old opponent whispering in his ears every day, so he threw it back to the old woman world where he discovered the crystal, resulting in the demon imprisoned in this blade that could only remain silent in the cold crystal prison and bear the price of victory alone.
Balzaft doesn't know whether the story is true or false, but there is a demon inside that is real, and the power of the magic sword is also real, because he defeated the entire terrorist war gang alone with this weapon.
Balzaft forced himself into a state of high concentration to avoid being disturbed by the demon's whispers. The demon knife made a hissing sound as soon as it was unsheathed. Lord Slaanes felt a blue snake wrapping his arm tightly, and the snake's scales were scratching him. He immediately overcame these illusions and ignored the pain of the demon's sharp teeth gnawing on his arm.
【Don’t seek death! Run away quickly!】
However, this time the demon did not whisper, actually cursed, and was panicked.
[That's not a force you can fight against! Don't drag me on if you die!]
At this moment, Balzaft felt the power of darkness swelling in his blood vessels. He opened his mouth and spit out his snake-like tongue. He felt a great force watching him and urged him.
"Great Slaanes, witness my dedication!"
Lord Slaanes shouted and began to change. The sticky tentacles burst out from his chest and neck and penetrated his armor. The strange fat grew in his heartbeat. The already muscular body expanded more and more due to Slaanes' gaze. It quickly broke free from the constraints of the armor. The originally smooth skin was covered with curved spikes and sharp crescent blades.
In almost a few breaths, he became a giant four meters tall and wrapped in tentacles. If he didn't know, he would have thought he had ascended to the devil in the spot.
He was originally a little guilty and was full of confidence at this moment because his god was encouraging him and favoring him. Balzaft also believed that if he could kill a powerful enemy, he would definitely be promoted!
At this moment, he seemed to be crazy and no longer considering escaping, his mind was filled with sweet fantasies.
"This is my dedication!"
He raised his head and whistled, then waved the long blue crystal sword to sweep away the panicked cultists ahead.
"Follow me! Slaanesh warriors!"
The enchanting warriors who had been impatient also let out beastly roars, and various potions were pumped into their demonized bodies from the test tubes behind them, even filling their breath with sweet psychedelic gas.
These psychedelic gases that quickly filled the battlefield also stimulated cultists and mutants who had been beaten to pieces by the robot army, and aroused their crazy courage.
"kill!"
Balzaft rushed towards Soshiyan like an arrow from the string, and the enchanted warriors also began to run.
"Balzaft, let me see how much you have grown over Lucius."
The next second, a sword rushed straight towards Balzaft's depraved face, which scared him so much that he quickly raised his sword to block it.
With a clang, the attacker flew backwards under huge power, rolled, landed, and stepped forward.
"Who are you!"
Unexpectedly, the other party was so fast that Balzaft had no choice but to stop and danced his arms like the wind to try to block it.
I saw the air cut a series of rapidly closing cracks as if it was cut open. Balzaft once had absolute confidence in his whispering tip, but today this confidence collapsed. His swordsmanship and his sharp blade could not touch the other party, and each sword of the other party came towards his fleeting flaws, as if he knew him well.
"Who are you!!"
Balzaft shook his arms and crossed his arms. However, the sharp blade, which he was confident that he would never make mistakes, still fell into nothing, and only cut open the metal several meters thick on the floor and leaked out the pipe below.
When he widened his eyes in disbelief, a blood flower bloomed on his chest, and deep purple dirt blood splashed on the ground.
Lord Slaanesia at this moment saw an enchanted warrior being shattered by a strange machine with his arm weapon, his eyes and cheeks were twitched, and he slowly turned around.
The mysterious man was already standing twenty meters behind him, and more than a dozen Slaane soldiers were lying beside him, and their bodies were even twitching.
Only then did he see clearly that he was a Space Marine, wearing a simple gray power armor, not even wearing a helmet, with short hair tied behind his head, and also holding a Sharnabal saber, but behind him was a weapon wrapped in yellow silk.
Seeing the yellow silk, Balzaft seemed to think of something, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
"You have not made any progress, which is disappointing, Balzaft."
A faint voice with a slight smile sounded, and the man raised his head slightly, then turned around and faced Balzaft with a shocked face.
"No...this is impossible...this is impossible! Company Commander Akurduna, you obviously-"
Balzaft was completely in chaos at this time. He was not sure whether the living person appeared in front of him or the hallucination that arose after injecting too much potion, because this was the long-dead former second company commander of the legion, the leader of two hundred swordsmen, Akurduna!
Amnak smiled slightly.
"Lucius reacted exactly the same as you. After the fall, you even forgot the most basic word "not surprised by the changes" I have ever taught?"
"Impossible! He is dead! He is already dead! I watched his relics be taken back with my own eyes! You are just a replica... Yes! Replica! You are definitely not him!"
Balzaft waved the green magic knife in his hand and cut the physical space, causing several Slaines to run out screaming.
"Fake it! I'll let you know that you chose the wrong face!"
As the magic sword in his hand slashed down like lightning, Amnak rotated the blade in his hand to avoid it. The evil blade buzzed and swept towards him at extremely fast speed with avalanche-like power.
At the same time, another sword in the hand of Lord Slaanes also tried to block the opponent's dodging path from another direction.
The sharp blade in Amnak's hand buzzed and whispered softly, turned around and rushed forward, successfully piercing the opponent's left arm. The flesh and bones were easily separated like smoke that had been cut across. The weapon representing the swordsman of the Wangting fell to the ground.
"Damn it!"
Although Balzaft did not feel the pain, he still gasped sharply, and the flesh and blood tentacles kept squirming out of its mouth and fell to the ground.
His magic sword did not give him any sense of security at this time, and for some reason he always forced himself to pay attention to the other party's undrawn sword. Although he dared not admit it, he was actually very scared because when Akurduna took out his second weapon, it would be ten times or even nine times more terrifying than holding a sword in one hand!
Chapter completed!