Barbarus, northern mountains, the territory of the alien lord Nakre, top of the mountain.
Now.
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On the highest peak of Barbarus, poisonous fog was silently covering, swirling, and lingering here.
With the sound of breaking wind, the original body crossed the distance of half a basketball court in just a few tenths of a second!
Silent rage burned in Mortarion's eyes. Relying on the inertia of rushing forward at high speed, he raised his scythe.
"clang!!!"
"throat!!!"
Mortarion's full-strength attack was blocked by Nakre's giant scythe, Annihilation. Sparkling sparks burst out from the junction of the two scythes, and sparks flew everywhere, illuminating the anger in Mortarion's eyes.
Nakre held the sickle in both hands and used it to hold Mortarion's sickle blade tightly.
For a moment, the man and the alien were confronting each other with all their strength. Motarian exerted all his strength, twisted the sickle, and chopped it down with all his strength. The solid rock under his feet was even stepped out into a deep pit.
Compared to the furious Mortarion, Nakre, who was trying his best to block the blow, seemed to be mocking Mortarion's anger.
The tall and strong alien took advantage of Mortarion's downward slash and squatted down to collect his sickle. The delicate balance of power between the two was instantly broken.
Mortari immediately retracted his scythe and hooked it forward, but the alien lord Nakre knew Mortarion's next move. After retracting the scythe, he immediately retreated and jumped away, holding the scythe in one hand and spreading his five fingers with the other hand, pointing at Mortarion opposite him.
Strange black-green spiritual energy waves suddenly surged violently between its fingers.
"My ridiculous son!"
The psychic energy fluctuations suddenly surged, and the huge psychic energy even distorted the surrounding space!
But Mortarion on the other side was no longer as panicked as he was when he was a child. Mortarion laughed in anger.
"It seems that you really have never cared about what your child has been doing down the mountain in the past few years!"
Before Mortarion finished speaking, Nakre suddenly felt that the space around him suddenly became oppressive, and the connection with the subspace suddenly weakened, and the laws of the physical world began to squeeze it.
Before the spiritual energy in its hand had accumulated to the level it was satisfied with, it suddenly exploded.
At the same time, Mortarion, who had predicted this, rushed forward again and swung his scythe, heading straight for Nakre's head!
Nakre was startled by the sudden change, but he recovered instantly. Mortarion's scythe was already beside him. Seeing that he could not avoid the scythe, Nakre had no time to raise his scythe to defend himself, so he reached out and grabbed the scythe, taking the blow head-on.
Nakre's right hand was cut off directly, blood splattered everywhere, but it also successfully blocked Mortarion's fatal blow.
Seeing that he had the advantage, Mortarion immediately took advantage of it and swung his scythe like rain, attacking Nakre at the fastest speed, forcing it to parry repeatedly without any ability to fight back.
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No! There is another person on the field!
Still an untouchable!
Only then did Nakre realize that he had been tricked by Mortarion.
At the beginning, Mortarion's charge was not because he was angered by its taunt, but to cover up the existence of the second person!
That person must be a mortal and unable to directly intervene in the battle between the two of them, so Mortarion created an opportunity for him to enter the field and catch it off guard when Knakre used his sorcery power.
It was careless! It thought no mortal could stand on the top of this mountain.
While struggling with Mortarion, Nakre devoted a little of his energy to carefully searching for the figure that he believed was untouchable.
Untouchables can block themselves from the eyes of others, and for psychics, this blocking ability is even stronger.
This caused Nakre to be unable to directly perceive the existence of this second person.
But if he doesn't find and kill the Untouchable, Nakre won't be able to use psychic magic smoothly!
It quickly peeked around the entire scene, and finally, Nakre noticed from behind and to the right that the nauseating smell was particularly strong—
There!
Nakre "saw" it!
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“Don’t be distracted!”
Mortarion swung his scythe again, but Nakre, who had already identified his target, smiled mockingly and used his broken right arm to take the blow!
His right arm slid smoothly under Mortarion's sharp sickle, and the thick blood licked the sharp sickle blade reluctantly. Without resisting or blocking again, Nakre turned around and jumped, swinging "Nirvana" to its full potential, spinning and slashing -
It had no way of determining the exact location of the Untouchable, so it had to take a gamble and expose its back to Mortarion.
So, the victory of this game belongs to Nakre!
"throat!"
The feedback of force suddenly came along the sickle.
Nakre smiled, it had made the right bet.
Only when he came into complete contact with the "untouchable" could Nakre barely see this vague human figure.
The tattered armor that had been corroded by the poison gas was crackling, and his short stature only reached Nakre's chest.
At this moment, the villain who had just ruined its plan was holding a sickle to block its attack.
But the huge disparity in power made them not enemies of the same level at all. The resistance they put up was only a few tenths of a second.
“Crack!”
Hades watched helplessly as the shaft of his sickle broke!
The alien lord Nakre's giant sickle "Destruction" went straight to his head—
Too fast!
Hades used his height advantage to squat and retreat instantly, but even though he was an elite among mortals, he was still an ordinary person and could not keep up with Nakre's speed. The scythe hit his helmet directly.
With a little bit of concentrated strength, Nakre attacked with all his strength.
Hades flew out, his helmet slipped off in the air, and his flying blood was mixed with white bone fragments, bright red and pale, which instantly turned gray and deteriorated under the influence of the poisonous gas.
Hades felt like a tattered rag doll that was thrown directly into the air and then landed lightly on the ground.
The poison gas quickly kissed his exposed head. The left half of his face was cut by the giant sickle, his left eye was shattered, and his skull felt cracked.
Shouldn't be that close.
Nakre's psychic power is stronger than any alien lord Hades has ever encountered before. Hades can even feel that his own black domain can be suppressed by the opponent's psychic power.
In order to better suppress the opponent's psychic power, Hades had to take a risk. He compressed the black area to seven meters and followed closely in the blind spot behind Nakre.
After Nakre's right hand was broken, Hades stood in the blind spot on its right.
Hades certainly knew that Nakre would find him sooner or later, and he was always prepared for defense.
But he didn't expect Nakre to be so crazy!
Nakre, who had completely abandoned the defense behind him, had his abdomen torn open by the furious Mortarion's sickle in an instant, and his internal organs slid out of Nakre's wound along the sickle!
When Mortarion saw Hades lying on the ground in the distance and about to faint, his rage became even more insane.
But Nakre was even crazier than him. This tall and strong alien laughed loudly, then raised his right arm, which only had a short section left, and swung it down suddenly -
A huge amount of psychic energy instantly exploded around Mortarion, his armor was blown apart, and fragments were scattered with the impact of the psychic energy.
The sudden increase in the poison gas and the pressure of psychic energy made Mortarion's vision go dark.
"cough!"
He coughed up a mouthful of black blood mixed with bits of flesh.
“Kneel down!!!”
Huge spiritual energy pressure again!
—The situation reversed instantly—
Hades was lying on the ground, his vision blurring. He saw that Mortarion was on the verge of collapse under the powerful pressure of psychic energy.
Is it true that I can't change anything
Is this the world of Warhammer
Hades could no longer hold on, and his consciousness gradually slid towards the edge of the cliff.
Suddenly I found myself writing a small batch of five articles and a large batch of ten articles.
It's Warhammer after all, just do it.
By the way, do you like me writing about fighting often
Happy reading (ω)
(End of this chapter)