When did things come to this end
Malcador didn't know.
[die!!!]
The blood spear whistled past my ear!
Malcador tilted his head, a few strands of white hair splashed, he pushed hard on the wall, and jumped into the air like a monkey, snap! The hunchbacked old man stepped on the blood spear, and the scepter danced a golden shadow in the air.
Alpha Red whipped out his spear, but Malcador's staff was faster than him!
Bang! There was a heavy sound of metal colliding, and Malcador immediately jumped up again. The old man who was usually slow in movement was as agile as a monkey!
Bang! Another hit!
The blood spear stabbed towards Malcador who was falling from the air again. Just as the spear was about to penetrate, a faint light appeared at the bottom of Malcador's feet, and a small magic circle lit up from the bottom of the old man's feet.
As if he was standing on solid ground, Malcador used the force of the magic circle to push off and ducked to the ground, barely avoiding the violent blood spear. The old man lowered his center of gravity, squatted and crawled smoothly on the ground, and lashed at the primarch's feet with his scepter like a sweeping whip!
Tall people are afraid of this move -
Dazzling golden light surrounded the old man's hand. He was very familiar with it. Psychic power enhancement, boy!
BANG!!!
One more hit!
The figure of Blood Red Alpha swayed, but finally stabilized. In front of Malcador, the Primarch's reaction speed was not even fast enough—
The spear stabbed down, and Malcador immediately rolled out of the way. At the same time, he used his scepter to take advantage of any gaps and kept interfering with Blood Red Alpha's steps.
Alpha let out an angry roar, and the Primarch raised the blood spear with both hands and pulled it towards both ends. The spear immediately split in the middle, and the strange dimensional crack was wrapped in blood. The split spear turned into two daggers in the Primarch's hands.
Blood Red Alpha swung his two swords. The shortened attack distance brought more flexible attack methods, and the Primarch's speed increased.
Malcador's eyes moved and he immediately moved away. He stepped back, one hand raised - pointing at the huge chandelier on the ceiling.
The old man's hand burst into golden light, and at the same time, the huge crystal chandelier on the ceiling made a loud bang and fell straight down!
Blood-red Alpha suddenly raised his head and tried to catch the crystal waterfall that was rushing down. Brilliant starlight burst out. Malcador raised his hand without hesitation. Golden light flashed at his fingertips, and all the furniture in the room floated up slightly.
Makado clenched his five fingers! Ten people sat on a long sofa, a solid wooden desk, a bookcase that filled one wall, a marble clock... and smashed towards the figure in the middle of the crystal waterfall!
Bang bang bang bang!
There was a golden flame burning in Malcador's eyes, and the old man stared at the man in the flying debris with a stern look on his face.
As if sensing something, Makado stretched out his right hand, with his palm open to the side, his five fingers slightly bent, and his pupils constricted.
BANG!!! A deafening sonic boom sounded!
The tip of the dagger trembled and pointed at the tip of Malcador's nose. The right hand that was stretched out earlier was now firmly holding Alpha's flying sword!
Without waiting for Macador to react, the rich blood energy on the sword split into eight red snakes, which snaked down from the dagger, wrapped around the old man's arm, hissed and bared their fangs, and pierced into the flesh.
Malcador's eyes flickered, and the old man's body began to tremble.
The power of Khorne... Blood burned in Malcador's eyes.
[When did you acquire such superb practical skills? ]
Rough panting sounds came from the ruins. Malcador, who was corroded by the power of the Blood God, narrowed his eyes and stared at the figure in the smoke and dust.
Malcador smiled, but it was fleeting.
"Your fighting skills are just so-so."
Not as good as the dead.
At least in the actual combat with Macador, the deceased was really a sinister bastard.
Makado's memory was hazy for a moment. Without seeking a glorious battle, no one would want to fight the deceased in an environment with many obstacles.
The battle with the others... Malcador thought, it was still too monotonous.
"When did you betray the Empire?!"
Amid the smoke and dust, a loud laugh rang out.
[What is betrayal? What is loyalty? ]
Malcador's eyes twitched slightly, and the old man said solemnly,
"… I'm starting to like straight-talking, stupid people."
[I will remember your teachings... my teacher... I have had doubts countless times—]
The words stopped abruptly in mid-air, the air wave broke through the mist, and the dagger slashed towards Malcador!
[Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne! ]
The words threw the old man into memory. Malcador's pupils reflected a rapidly enlarged blood-red Alpha. The old man trembled slightly and tried to dodge, but in the end he was still a step too slow.
The blood sword pierces the mortal's heart!
The bloodthirsty smile on Alpha's mouth cracked slightly, but the next moment, the Primarch suddenly realized that something was wrong. Alpha turned around quickly, but it was too late!
In front of him, the phantom made of psychic energy broke apart and turned into blazing flames, instantly igniting golden flames on Alpha's body. Behind Alpha, Macador, who was holding a blood sword in one hand with the tip of the sword dragging on the ground and pushing up his messy hair on his forehead with the other hand, slowly stepped forward.
The tip of the sword left a clear trail of blood on the ground, and the hem of his white robe was stained scarlet.
Malcador exhaled a breath of foul air, raised his head contemptuously, tilted his head slightly, and stared at the blood-red Alpha with anger in his eyes.
At this moment, Malcador was extremely sharp.
"You have thirteen seconds."
Makado glanced at the blood sword in his hand. The sword had already become dull and lifeless. The old man stretched out his hand, loosened his palm slightly, and with a clang, the magic weapon fell to the ground like scrap metal.
Malcador's slightly bloodshot eyes returned to Alpha.
As if seeing an astonishing scene, Blood Red Alpha coughed. He laughed in disbelief. The golden flame burned him, causing him to feel excruciating pain.
[I ask you, teacher—what is the difference between you and me?]
Malcador's pupils shrank sharply. "Is this your answer?"
Alpha laughed, he laughed painfully in the blazing golden flames, his blood-red claws scratched his mutated head, blood splattered, Alpha opened his arms, red flames rose, in just a few moments, Alpha's body became even larger.
[Malcador... you once told me something,]
Amidst the roars, mocking words rang out. In his distorted vision, Alpha saw Malcador in front of him. Malcador, is this you? When did you become so arrogant
He thought back to the beginning of his life, the figures sitting on both sides of the chessboard, and how Makado always hoped to teach him something with the chessboard.
Malcador... are you awake
[—No regrets in making a move!]
[Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!!!]
Before the thirteen seconds were over, the blood-red Alpha covered in golden flames rushed out violently.
Yes, code
(End of this chapter)