Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

"Ha ha……"

"Hahahahaha!"

Skarbrand burst into laughter.

Qin Mo's impression of this bloodthirsty maniac was that he didn't talk much, but at this time Skarbrand laughed loudly.

This shows that Skarbrand is not only more powerful than usual, but its intelligence has also been improved to the point where it can communicate with psychic Muggles verbally.

The big devil suddenly raised his weapon and his eyes widened in anger.

Just with his movements and eyes, he made the nearby demon army retreat a few steps and make way for a large open space.

"You, you bastard! You killed some servants and lackeys of the dark gods and you think you are invincible?"

"Maybe you are, for devils like us."

Skarbrand lowered his hands, holding a strange giant ax that was constantly dripping blood and making a wailing sound. His strong demonic body walked to the left, his eyes always staring at Qin Mo fiercely.

"But you're still no threat to the gods! You don't even qualify for the Great Game!"

Qin Mo held the scepter and chain sword, standing on the spot and glaring at Skarbrand, scanning the surroundings with the corner of his eye, looking for the weak points of the demon army.

And he was listening to what Skarbrand said.

The so-called Great Game is a never-ending war between the gods. To put it bluntly, it is the internal fighting between Khorne, Tzeentch and the others. Just like now, they fight among themselves to the point of helping each other's enemies in the subspace. situation.

"You think you're on the chessboard? Huh?"

"No, no, no, no, you are just a chess piece like us, but you are a stinky chess piece with no one behind your back, a stinky chess piece with self-awareness!"

"This is you, this is you!"

Skarbrand stopped, paused, and walked to the right again, his upper body shaking every time a word came out of his mouth.

"Do you think you, the demon slayer, are incredibly strong?"

"Caldo Diego has done so many things in the Supreme Heaven, all of which are meaningless, all meaningless! What do you think is the use of killing a few demons? Huh?"

"You think you are a ruthless character? Huh?"

The bloodthirsty demon didn't seem to want to say these words that sounded like they were used to disrupt its will, so it looked very anxious and crazy. It kept shaking its body when speaking, making demonstration movements that seemed to be about to pounce forward, and breathing heavily. Standing, grinning.

"Shut your stinky mouth!" Qin Mo pointed his sword at Skarbrand, "Kaldor uses his spiritual power to be invincible in the subspace. Everything he destroys and kills will be resurrected, but I am different. The demons I killed It can be reshaped, but what is reshaped is not the original one.”

"Part of your masters' power has been lost forever! It was completely erased by me, even though the power I erased may be very rare and weak!"

"I have allowed two gods to be branded measurably. Who are you, a lackey, to judge me?"

Qin Mo put down his sword and stared at Skarbrand.

Skarbrand looked away impatiently, then returned his gaze, breathing heavily and rubbing anxiously and frantically.

"You, you cowardly lackey, the coward who challenged your master and was frightened, the coward who swung his sword at the weaker one!"

"What I despise the most is a coward like you who dares not swing a knife at the strong but only dares to vent his anger and hatred on the weak!"

While speaking passionate words, Qin Mo raised his sword and struck hard on his breastplate. Then the sword pointed at Skarbrand again, and the sword plunged vertically downward into the ground again, like an inverted thumb.

"Brother among brothers!" Qin Mo shouted angrily again.

Skarbrand did indeed become more tactically savvy—in short, smarter—with his new blessing.

It tries to anger the Demon Slayer, so that the Demon Slayer will appear speechless and ugly in front of all demons.

But think about it...

Skarbrand suddenly felt that Qin Mo was drawn into the subspace and rushed into the Demonic Realm of the Prince of Darkness as if seeking death, and then rushed into the Demonic Realm of Nurgle...

Although he was a foolhardy guy before he found a way out, he just wanted to die and do something big before he died, but his courage to wield a knife against a strong man in a desperate situation seems to be a little bit enviable. ,I guess so.

What was he thinking at the time?

With such doubts in his heart, Skarbrand lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then decided to give up thinking and jumped up with a roar.

The two sides fought together again.

All the sacrifices in the entire battle and the blood shed by all parties involved in the war gathered together, forming a circular fan far away from the Skull Fortress.

The space is constantly changing. It has been changing since the beginning of the demon army's hunting battle. Otherwise, Qin Mo would not have been able to cut all the way from the inside of the fortress to the outside.

Vampires and bloodthirsty demons are cheering.

The weapons in Skarbrand's hands have changed, and the souls of countless dead people have gathered in this weapon, while letting out tortured wails and unwilling hatred.

No one can end this fight.

No one can interfere in this battle.

A vision of the Brass Throne hangs high above the Arena of Blood.

Every confrontation between Skarbrand and Qin Mo, every contact between the weapons of the two sides, created a tremor that was enough to cause the weak psykers in the imperial world around the Eye of Terror to explode to death.

The saw teeth of the chain sword roared, the innocent souls in the blood axes roared, and among the blood flowers and sparks produced by the countless collisions between the two weapons in just a few seconds, all the wars in the universe from ancient times to the present were spraying blood drop by drop. Di Zhong performed.

Skarbrand has been strengthened too much. It is like a gladiator carefully crafted by the Blood God to satisfy his desire to watch a hearty gladiatorial fight.

In the end, Qin Mo's scepter was knocked away by the increasingly huge and furious blood axe.

Skarbrand quickly adjusted his posture and swung the ax again.

The ax blade easily cut through the breastplate of the power armor, leaving a scar with blood visible on it.

Then the roar of the chain sword sounded, and when blood marks were left on Qin Mo's chest, the chain sword also penetrated Skarbrand's chest.

"Ahhh!"

There was a roar that sounded like pain and rage.

Qin Mo let go of the hilt of the chain sword, jumped into the air, grabbed Skarbrand's head with his free hands, and then the lightning and flames spurted out at the same time, silencing the rest of Skarbrand's roar forever. Went back.

"You...it's useless for you to kill me...as long as my master is willing...it can divide its power into countless Skarbrands."

Weak words came from the big demon's mouth, and then came a flame mixed with lightning.

Qin Mo pulled the big devil's head towards him and said softly: "Then tell it to divide it."

Flames and thunder surged through Skarbrand's body again, and the demon's huge body trembled a few times before falling forward feebly.

Before that, the unreal substance that made up Skarbrand, something like soul or essence, had been swallowed.

Qin Mo used his hands hard, and the demon's body was torn from the middle, and finally turned into flying ash.

"I really don't have enough power now to let your master end up like this!"

"But you lackeys can still kill as many as you want."

Qin Mo's passionate words were followed by a plain notice. He spread his arms, and the scepter and chain sword fell into his hands at the same time.

The bloody battle has already begun in a moment, and the winner will be determined by the short-term weakness of either side, and the demonic army gathers around again.

These demons, even if only one tenth of them look back at the battle at Skull Fortress at this time, and then rush over, they can slaughter the attacking ground troops until their morale collapses, but each one of them is eager for more fierceness. battle.

Qin Mo looked at these demonic troops and suddenly understood why Guilliman always rushed up to duel with the enemy.

Because like now, if the strongest one doesn't step up, even the champion warriors won't be enough to kill the enemy.

After thinking for a while, Qin Mo raised his sword.

"You all can die, so there is no need to rush."