Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 495 4.13 Fighting, but Corax is always the unluckiest

【here! ! ! 】

The cry of profuse sweat penetrated the heavy fog, and a rapid flapping of wings sounded from the distant fog,

Next to Jaghatai, the Storm Prophet quickly waved his staff. The sheep's head on the top of the Storm Prophet's staff now climbed up the cracks, and ominous moss clung to it, and then withered instantly, turning into ashes representing death.

The monster speeding through the fog was rapidly enlarging in size, and a faint mist rose around Khan, accompanied by dots of light.

+...go directly...+

A distant call came from afar, and since then, it has been accompanied by thousands of roars and the sound of swords clashing.

【hurry up! 】

Khan shouted, and he looked into the distance. The swollen figure of the Warmaster appeared at the end of the corridor. The billowing darkness surrounded him, and the crimson surging darkness descended.

Before that, Mortarion led Khan and the White Scars directly to a short-distance teleportation on the Vengeful Soul, which allowed them to get rid of Horus.

With every step Horus took, the end of the corridor twisted. In a daze, Khan saw a corner of the labyrinth, the tumbling pool of blood, and the lush garden. Those strange realms were twisting, rolling, and changing all the time. The curtain The boundary between the turbulent physical world and subspace begins to blur.

The Primarch heard their whispers, with annoyance, teasing, and teasing. While Mortarion was testing their bottom line, they were also looking for that critical point.

Khan felt that the deck under his feet became illusory, and the subspace things began to try to drag them into another battlefield. For the original body who only understood but was not proficient in the use of psychic powers, this would be his last experience. A scene I don’t want to see.

But fortunately, they have people here who can skillfully use psychic powers.

No, not Magnus.

The mist rolled rapidly to the Khan's feet, carrying an uncomfortable breath, and Mortarion's voice reached their ears clearly,

+——The person who calls me, use teleportation! +

Khan clearly saw Yesugei hesitate for a moment as he waved his scepter, but then, the Stormseers carried out Mortarion's orders without hesitation.

Lightning exploded on Yesugei's scepter, and it rushed into the white mist like a python, causing the mist to tremble.

【withdraw! 】

Leading Qie Xue and the Storm Prophets, Chagatai retreated decisively into the thicker white mist behind him. There was no longer a deck in the physical world here.

He stepped onto a corner of the former garden, which was once full of life, but now, everything has withered, everything has withered, and death sleeps quietly on this land.

Jaghatai knew that with the help of the Storm Prophet's active summons and the connection with Nurgle, Mortarion had successfully expanded his domain on the corner of the Vengeful Soul.

Frost quickly clung to Khan's white armor, and the special smell when using psychic spells stimulated his nasal cavity. Khan suddenly felt silence in a trance - too quiet.

Before fully immersing himself in the realm of billowing mist, Khan turned back for the last time and saw Horus staying where he was.

Khan stepped half into the mist, and in the grayish whiteness that had begun to become quiet and silent, he saw the Warmaster who was receiving the power of Chaos.

Horus, who had been completely furious before, had calmed down, and he stood there silently, with sad eyes, as if he was saying his final farewell.

Khan turned his head and jumped completely into the mist-shrouded abyss.

At that last moment, the Great Khan did not think about what Horus was grieving for at that time.

Is he grieving Khan's final "betrayal," or does seeing an old friend provide him with a moment of clarity?

Jaghatai Khan had no answer to this question. He only knew that even though there was silence in his ears, the buzz of the flapping insect wings was getting louder and louder.

The Storm Prophets were still reciting the ancient spells dutifully, powerful power burst out from their scepters, and the tokens made of animal and human heads were shaking violently, as if they were in a strong wind.

The Khan heard the distant and angry muttering beside the crucible. He raised the spoon and waved it to make other forces retreat.

The putrid smell wafted over, and greenery grew again under their feet. Flies swung up on the newly grown vegetation, and bees and butterflies with curved stingers climbed out from the blooming buds and began to fly in trembling motions. .

The plants grow rapidly and make rustling sounds, and the flies flutter their wings and make a buzzing sound.

The mist that had begun to become thinner rolled more violently, and the vegetation that had just grown on the white mist ground suddenly withered. At this moment, life and death completed a cycle. Those vibrant insects fell to the ground and began to quickly and silently decay into ashes. .

At the other end, the long bells in the garden rang, once, twice, three times...seven times!

Corax, who was about to faint, suddenly felt Mortarion's speed suddenly slow down. They suddenly fell in the air. The patterns on the Pale Lord's wings suddenly became dim, and the patterns that had once been obviously regular began to reappear. becomes chaotic.

Corax could see at a glance that the twisted patterns were no longer sevens nested within sevens.

The mist would be as silent as possible, otherwise Corax would hear Mortarion's angry voice. The Pale Lord held Trazin's hand and stretched it to his waist. He pulled out a dagger from his waist. The dagger was dimly wrapped with gauze and was long and curved. The sharp tip was like broken glass. The ominous colorful light shone on the dagger. The sharp edge flickers, indicating its unique toxicity.

Mortarion thrust the dagger roughly into Corax's hands,

+...too slow. +

The Pale Lord said, angry at the speed of Storm Prophet. Teleportation takes time and requires a stable environment.

Corax held the dagger in his hand. He looked questioningly at Mortarion, his gauntlet hissing and corroding as it touched the dagger.

+get ready,+

Mortarion whispered,

+The moment I arrive at Khan's side, stab me, banish me back, and let's get out of here. +

Corax was speechless. He wanted to ask something, but in the end he just said, [Okay. 】

Mortarion was silent. He originally planned to use the direct teleportation of the Storm Prophet and his subspace help to take them away from here.

But now, it seems his presence has once again angered Nurgle.

Then——just leave in another way!

As if worried that Corax wouldn't be able to kill him with one blow, the Raven Lord opened his eyes in shock. He saw a small Death Guard stumble out from under Mortarion's cloak.

It climbed to the center of Mortarion's wings, just within Corax's reach. The little guy turned his head and looked at Corax, holding Mortarion's cloak in one hand for balance. , the other hand waved, indicating for him to stab here.

Corax clutched the dagger, stunned.

On the other side, where the two originals didn't pay attention, Trazin was staring at the little Death Guard, the indicator light on his face flashing crazily.

The rapidly flapping wings suddenly stopped, and in a white mist, Mortarion, carrying the two men on his shoulders, broke through the mist and slammed down towards Khan's position.

The Pale Lord saw Khan and the White Scars fighting against the Nurgle demons that emerged from the ground. He clearly felt that his domain was being eroded little by little, and Nurgle was returning to it.

But fortunately, this can end now.

+thorn! ! ! +

Mortarion shouted that he had successfully touched Khan. At that moment, Khan turned back in horror, and Corax stabbed him without hesitation.

The sound of broken armor sounded, followed by Mortarion's crazy curses. A bright light burst out from the body of the Pale Lord. He instantly collapsed like an empty shell, and white mist sprayed out like blood. splash out,

The familiar feeling of warp teleportation that Corax was familiar with successfully made him vomit it out. The huge warp turbulence generated when Mortarion was exiled impacted them, instantly destroying the entire concept of this area.

Corax felt that Mortarion's existence was fading away and disappearing in an instant. This was the price that had to be paid for being exiled, but at the last moment, in the violent turbulence, above the realm where Mortarion was rapidly fading. , the Pale Lord threw them out violently!

Because of being expelled, Mortarion will return to the place where he has the most stable presence - the fleet of the Death Guard, while for the others, Mortarion will use his own domain to try to send them to safety. , in the physical world connected to their own domains.

Mortarion's realm can be connected to any physical world where Mortarion's concepts and authority exist, or where believers exist.

In the white mist, Corax felt himself retreating rapidly. He heard the sound of praise, which was a word of praise for the Pale Lord. In his peripheral vision, he saw Khan and the White Scars being knocked away by the impact and falling into the white mist. The world below—he vaguely saw it, was the room where the Storm Prophets gathered on the White Scar Fleet.

There, the Stormseers were calling out to the Pale Lord, and thus Mortarion established a connection there.

The Pale Lord's warp power impacted upon him, and the Raven Lord sensed that Mortarion had originally hoped to throw him and Trazin to the White Scar's side.

But only Trazin, who was closer to that side, fell smoothly, and the area connected by the white mist was rapidly shrinking.

Corax traveled through the chaos of the warp. He could have entered the physical world where those who called the followers of the Pale Lord lived, but at the last moment-

A cry of prayer forcibly stopped him, and the white mist was completely swallowed up by the ominous darkness. Corax instantly returned to the physical world. He lay on the ground in confusion and embarrassment. In his newly restored vision, he saw people screaming in terror around him. Those people were beautifully dressed and made up exquisitely,

And an Eldar who was watching him quietly and leading the people.

An Eldar! ! !

And in his ears, the prayers they just recited together were echoing,

"Praise be to Hades."

The Raven Lord was keenly aware that these were not the words of a prayer to Mortarion—that is, he had fallen into the wrong place.

What and what is all this, Corax thought in despair?

Praise to Hades...what is this?

Before his mind could understand the meaning of this sentence, a huge feeling of powerlessness immediately engulfed him.

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(End of this chapter)