The plan to seize the sword with his own body was successful in a sense. The demon prince who hurried back could no longer offer the "occupied" weapon to Slaanesh, but he didn't want to destroy his work like this, let alone use it.
Dongxi heard his old rival whispering in his ear every day, so he threw it back to the world of the old woman who discovered the crystal. As a result, the demon imprisoned in this blade 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 not, but the demon in it is real, and the power of the Demon Knife is also real, because he single-handedly defeated an entire Khorne warband with this weapon.
Balzaft forced himself into a state of high concentration to avoid being disturbed by demonic whispers. The demonic sword made a hissing sound as soon as it was unsheathed. Lord Slaanesh felt a big green snake wrap around his arm. The snake's
The scales were scratching him, and he immediately overcame these illusions and ignored the pain of the demon's fangs biting his arm.
【Don’t go looking for death! Run quickly!】
However, this time the demon did not whisper, but was actually cursing and panicking.
[That’s not a force you can resist! Don’t drag me with you if you die!]
At this moment, Balzaft felt the dark power surge in his blood vessels. He opened his mouth and spit out his snake-like tongue. He felt that a great power was watching him and urging him.
"Great Slaanesh, witness my devotion!"
Lord Slaanesh shouted and began to change. Sticky tentacles burst out from his chest and neck and penetrated his armor. The weird fat and flesh grew in his heartbeat. The originally muscular body was under Slaanesh's gaze.
It expanded even more, and soon broke free from the constraints of the armor. The originally smooth skin was covered with curved spikes and sharp crescent-shaped blades.
In almost a few breaths, he turned into a giant four meters tall with tentacles wrapped around his body. If he didn't know better, he would have thought he had become a demon on the spot.
He was originally a little guilty, but now he is full of confidence, because his god is encouraging him and taking care of him. Balzaft also believes that if he can kill powerful enemies, he will definitely be promoted!
He seemed to have gone crazy at this moment, no longer thinking about escaping, his mind was filled with sweet fantasies.
"This is my dedication!"
He raised his head and roared, then waved his green crystal sword to sweep away the panicked cultists in front of him.
"Follow me! Champions of Slaanesh!"
The impatient possessed warriors also let out animalistic roars, and various medicines were pumped into their demonized bodies from the test tubes behind their backs, causing their breath to be filled with sweet psychedelic gas.
And these psychedelic gases that quickly filled the battlefield also stimulated the cultists and mutants who had been beaten to pieces by the robot army, inspiring their crazy courage.
"kill!"
Balzaft rushed towards Soshyan like an arrow from a string, and the possessed warriors also started running.
"Balzaft, let me see how much better you are than Lucius."
The next second, a sword flew straight at Balzaft's fallen face, so frightened that he quickly raised his sword to block.
With a clang, the attacker flew backwards under the huge force, rolled, landed, and stepped forward.
"Who are you!"
Unexpectedly, the opponent was so fast and violent. Balzaft had no choice but to stop and danced his arms like the wind in an attempt to block.
The air seemed to be cut open, creating cracks that quickly closed. Balzaft once had absolute confidence in his Whispering Edge, but today this confidence collapsed. His swordsmanship and his sharp blade were unable to
Touching the opponent, each of the opponent's swords are aimed at his fleeting flaws, as if he knows him well.
"Who are you!!"
Balzaft suddenly shook his arm and slashed crosswise. However, the sharp blade he was confident would never make a mistake still failed. He only cut through the several meters thick metal on the floor, leaking out the pipes below.
When his eyes widened in disbelief, a blood flower bloomed from his chest, and dark purple blood of dirt spilled onto the ground.
Lord Slaanesh saw from the corner of his eye an enchanted warrior being chopped into pieces by a weird machine's arm weapon. The corners of his eyes and cheeks twitched, and he slowly turned around.
The mysterious man was already standing twenty meters behind him, with a dozen Slaanesh warriors lying beside him, their corpses even twitching.
Only then did he see clearly that he was actually a Space Marine, wearing plain gray power armor, not even a helmet, with short hair tied behind his head. He also held a Sharnabar saber, but there was also a saber hanging on his back.
Weapons wrapped in yellow silk.
Seeing the yellow silk, Balzaft seemed to think of something, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
"You have not made any progress, which is disappointing, Balzaft."
An indifferent voice with a slight smile sounded, and the man raised his head slightly, then turned around and faced the stunned Balzaft.
"No...this is impossible...this is impossible! Captain Akulduna, you clearly -"
Balzaft was completely confused at this time. He was not sure whether the person who appeared in front of him was a living person or an hallucination caused by injecting too many medicines, because this turned out to be the long-dead former second company commander of the legion and two hundred swordsmen.
First of all, Akulduna!
Amnak smiled slightly.
"Lucius's reaction was exactly the same as yours. After the fall, have you even forgotten the most basic four words of 'don't be surprised by changes' that I taught you?"
"Impossible! He's dead! He's been dead a long time ago! I watched his relics being taken back with my own eyes! You are just a clone...Yes! A clone! You are definitely not him!"
Balzaft suddenly waved the cyan magic knife in his hand, cutting open the physical space, causing several Slaanesh banshees to run out screaming.
"Fake! I'll let you know you chose the wrong face!"
As the magic knife in his hand struck down like lightning, Amnak spun the blade in his hand to avoid it. The evil blade buzzed and swept towards him at an extremely fast speed with the force of an avalanche.
At the same time, the other sword in Lord Slaanesh's hand also tried to block the opponent's escape path from another direction.
The sharp blade in Amnak's hand hummed softly, he turned around and lunged forward, successfully piercing the opponent's left arm. The flesh and bones were easily separated like smoke being sliced through, and the weapon that represented the swordsman of the Royal Court fell to the ground.
"Damn it!"
Although Balzaft felt no pain, he still let out sharp gasps, and tentacles of flesh and blood continued to squirm out of its mouth, falling to the ground with a clatter.
His magic sword didn't give him any sense of security at this time, and he didn't know why he always forced himself to pay attention to the opponent's undrawn sword. Although he didn't dare to admit it, he was actually very scared because Akul
When Duna takes out the second weapon, it will be ten or even nine times more terrifying than holding the sword with one hand!
What was even worse at this time was that the possessed warriors were about to be killed by the strange machines, and the Slaanesh warriors in the warband also suffered heavy casualties, not to mention the other servants, who had been killed by the battle robots and were bleeding like rivers.