"Let the aggression of the kind father gnaw your bones! Even the pseudo-emperor can't protect you!!"
With the roar, the poisonous smoke spreading around the battle circle surged into a torrential amount, and the air splattered and churned. Taifons stretched out his hand, absorbing the power of the Nurgle Garden, and quickly formed a giant hand full of herpes.
As soon as Rozim landed, his feet stood firmly, his knees bent and buffered, and then bounced up again.
"die!"
Taifons suddenly stretched out his arm and smashed Rozim with the powerful witchcraft power toward him. However, the other party just shook hands, and the lion's samadhi blade that had fallen to the ground was already in his hand.
The next moment, when it swept out, its power was so great that it was beyond the limit.
The golden blade passes through evil, through poisonous miasma, through rusty steel and corrupt flesh and blood.
"Ahhh!!!"
Taifons staggered back, his right arm flew high, and then burned, and the wound on his shoulder was burning, and even the pus that oozed could not be extinguished.
"How is that possible!!!"
The burning pain caused Taifons to almost kneel down.
And the Nurgle demons seemed to be angry, surrounded Rozim again, trying to crush him with absolute numbers, rusted blades, sharp claws and tentacles intertwined into a forest of blasphemy.
However, the originally rusty blade had turned into a magic weapon that emitted a unique treasure light. Just by raising his hand, a large area of ​​dirty demon disappeared.
Seeing Rozim showing off his might, Aidoron was also a little scared, so he turned around and said to his subordinates:
"Is the summoning ceremony ready?"
"Just just now, the sacrifices have been collected, and the ceremony has begun-"
As he was speaking, suddenly Aidoron looked up and saw the golden monster sword jumping high. A series of ancient symbols that made him dazzling emerge from Rozim and merged into the blade. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a roaring golden lion and pounced down.
The unrivaled power made some veterans of the Long War seem to return to the Terra battlefield that almost tore their souls apart.
In an instant, the entire central hall began to burn and crack, and the shock wave continued to spread. The expanded flames were swept into the group of Nurgle demons, burning the metal ground into churning iron and erasing the filth on it. The demons disintegrated one by one, and the plague warriors and the soldiers of the closer Third Legion were also torn apart by the high temperature and fire. The melted armor plates and burned weapons turned into pieces and flew out of the destruction and spread out.
"Gu! It's a pseudo-emperor, everyone should retreat quickly!"
The rolling flames are like surging waves, unstoppable, devouring everything, and even the strongest terminator melts like wax.
When the glare faded, the pain was relieved, and there was nothing else around hundreds of meters except the glowing iron flowing all over the ground and Rozim standing barefoot.
"How could I be humiliated by such...things again..."
Taifons lay on the ground, gasping and spitting out dry black ash. His entire lower body disappeared, leaving only some charred residue, like a shriveled fish tail, making him look like an ugly mermaid. Most of his armor had melted, mixed with his flesh and blood, and turned into a charred, muffled black substance, and even the blessing of blessing did not restore his pain.
"No... this is definitely not the living saint of the pseudo-emperor..."
Lucius was also curled up on the ground, half of his face was still burning, because his experience of the senses was so extreme and his feelings of pain were particularly clear, which was the most extreme pain he had felt in ten thousand years.
With a loud bang, a huge machine broke through the already-hittered wall and fell down. The originally radiant and evil Knight had turned into a humiliating beggar at this time. Not only was his limbs almost gone, but his head and chest were also full of huge cracks. From the inside, he could see the beating flesh and blood. The Emperor King Kong who was shaking was not better. The entire barrel shell armor was almost torn to pieces, exposing the complex and messy mechanical parts inside. The head was gone, and the only one left with claws left on his arm was almost destroyed.
However, Kron creatively hid a weapon in the middle of Emperor King Kong. He called it "big stick". It was actually a large power impact drill that could launch a sudden attack on close enemies. It was this weapon that helped him turn defeat into victory at a critical moment. The huge tearing wound on the Knight's mechanical crotch was proved that this attack directly destroyed the transmission structure of the lower half of it.
“waaaagh!”
Kron's roar came from the broken horn, and then Emperor King Kong shook forward. The huge power impact drill located in the middle and lower part of the mecha immediately lowered its height and stretched out suddenly, hitting the head of the Knight's head one after another. Finally, it even drilled directly into the mouth of the Knight's demonized head, and drilled out from the back of the head with an electric arc, completely destroying the demon knight.
But the way of death that was blown by "Kan" was indeed a little bit unique, and many people in the Third Legion were stunned.
But before Crondo was happy for two seconds, a long sword as smooth as a mirror slid past the Emperor's King Kong from behind and directly cut it in half.
"Hmph, the ugly beast dares to desecrate my Lord's toys."
The purple gauze half-hides the perfect body of non-female or non-female, decorated with jewelry. When the feet with hoofs passed by, it filled with seductive fragrance and songs. However, when passing by those lying down plague warriors, it would kick it aside with disgust. Its hands held a sword and a knife, and the other two arms were slender limbs, and under the curved corners of the forward was a wicked and inhuman face.
The winding Lissoch, one of the most famous secret keepers in the palace of the Dark Prince, was the biggest hobby of hunting prey related to the state religion, especially the combat nun, also known as the faith hunter or the pure defiler. Its sword dripping with fragrant poison was wrapped around its undispersed shadows, many of which came from those believers in the state religion who had once believed in piety but were tempted by it.
Then, those charming eyes stared at the man standing in the scene of destruction.
"The decayed living in the present world is struggling in time and space that does not belong to you, and the decline of the cursed one is already destined."
But Rozim just glanced at the Secret Guard, suddenly turned his eyes and fell backwards.
The secret keeper laughed, but then its laughter stopped.
A distant bell came, accompanied by a dense, rustling sound.
Cheese, cheese, cheese—
"Um?"
The secret guard looked up suddenly and saw the closed metal dome rust and corrode at an extremely fast speed, as if tens of thousands of years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Cheese, cheese, cheese—
Chapter completed!