Chapter 22 Khorne Appears! (Please Read On)
"I am not your angel." Sanguinius said gloomily, "I am your terminator. I will cut open your head and drain your blood, monster."
"Hahaha!"
The thick blood energy smoke like a volcanic eruption gradually dispersed, and Kabanha walked out of it.
His chest shook, his face twisted, and he roared, "That's exactly what I want to do to you, angel."
Bang!
The floor exploded beneath his feet.
The crimson body rushed forward with a violent hurricane.
Ta-ta-ta!
Sanguinius fired.
The bullet that tore through the air accurately hit the monster's chest.
But it did not cause any substantial damage. The twisted bullet shell flew out, and the burnt and torn wounds healed in the blink of an eye.
The monster roared.
He gladly accepted the pain the angel inflicted on him.
"It seems that I have to use a more cruel way to end your life." Sanguinius said, with a hint of compassion in his tone.
Uh-huh!
The wings behind her were slightly open and closed.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a golden afterimage and collided with the devil.
There was no fancy collision, fist against fist, mountains and tsunami-like forces clashing with each other, flesh and blood torn apart, bones creaking and howling in the unimaginable blunt force.
boom!
Sanguinius stepped down sharply.
The body quickly rose up, crossing the face of the bloodthirsty demon.
Kabanha raised his head and looked at each other, and he could see the burning anger in the angel's eyes.
That anger was born from the tortured weaklings, sparkling with purity and nobility that made the devil obsessed and jealous.
Sanguinius spread his wings and knelt gently on Kabanha's shoulders.
And then--
She bent her arms and slammed down with her elbows.
one time!
Twice!
Three times!
The demon's head was first dented and then split open.
Blood as hot as magma spurted out from the wound, staining the angel's delicate face, pure white wings, and golden hair that shone like gold.
Severe pain and humiliation.
Pierced through the flesh and engraved in the devil's soul.
From now on for hundreds of millions of years, it will never be able to forget the humiliation it suffered today.
"Roar!"
The demon's powerful arms waved wildly.
I want to break free from this tidal wave of violent dull pain.
But the angel would not do as he wished. Sanguinius bent down and jumped back, easily breaking free from the demon's thick arms.
With her left hand, she grasped the fangs protruding from the demon's lower jaw.
Press down hard.
Then, using his right leg as the fulcrum, the muscles on his arms were tightened inch by inch like iron ropes.
Swing it up, smash it down!
boom!
The demon's five-meter-tall body drew a perfect semicircle in the air.
When his speed reached its peak, his head collided firmly with the ground. The huge body flew sideways, leaving a deep ravine on the ground before smashing into a huge pillar.
Click!
There was a loud noise from the pillar and the monster's spine at the same time.
The stone pillar collapsed, and a large amount of rubble and smoke fell like a waterfall, but the devil stood up from it.
"I won't hold back anymore, angel!"
Kabanha was panting, blood dripping from his split forehead.
He held a huge bone ax in his left hand, and a long whip made of spines in his right hand, covered with scarlet and rusty iron nails.
"It doesn't make any difference."
Sanguinius stepped forward slowly and pulled out the bronze spear stuck in the ground: "You will only lose worse."
call out!
The words have not yet finished.
The two-meter-long spear was thrown forward by Sanguinius.
The black psychic flame burned silently on the spear, streaking through a tail flame like a comet.
The tip of the spear pierced the monster's muscular chest and abdomen with such force that it even flew him backwards, nailing it to the wall at the end.
Kabanha howled.
It seemed like an insect that had been captured for study, fluttering its wings and struggling hard.
When he reached out to pull the spear out of his flesh, he found that his hand was burned by the eternal black flame.
"What kind of power is this!?"
Cabanhamin's yellow vertical pupils trembled, and a trace of fear appeared on his eternally roaring face.
"The power that will send you to hell." Sanguinius charged forward, carrying sharp and harsh whistling wind pressure. The dust on both sides was picked up and kept spinning in the air.
Roar!
Kabanha threw the spear to the ground.
In a hurry, he picked up the spine whip in his hand and rolled it towards the angel.
Sanguinius did not choose to dodge, but swung his left wing forward to cover his head and face, facing the thorny tip.
The sharp iron nails bite as hard as feathers, and blood splashes everywhere.
Click!
Sanguinius bared his fangs.
He reached out and grabbed the whip and pressed it hard. The demon's weapon exploded instantly and turned into pale pieces on the ground.
laugh!
The demon's arm came down with the giant axe, trying to split the angel into two.
While Sanguinius dodged sideways, he thrust the chain sword in his hand into the demon's right arm holding the broken whip. The tendon was torn by the sharp blade and turned into a bloody paste.
The demon's arms hung down as limply as noodles.
"Why do you defy fate?"
Ka'banhar roared in agony, "Return to us and become the Champion of Khorne. My father will protect you until the end of time."
Boom!
The blood of the demon did not fall to the ground.
Instead, it turned into blood energy as thick as mist. The barrier between reality and the warp became weaker and weaker under the continuous sacrifice of the demon.
"My father is the Emperor of Mankind, and I will fight to death for him."
Sanguinius dodged the giant axe that was chopped down.
He grabbed the handle of the axe and kicked the demon's elbow with both arms.
"No!"
In the demon's unwilling roar.
The giant axe forged with the bones of the gods was taken away by the angel.
"Now - welcome your death!"
The more than three-meter-long axe handle was a little uncomfortable in Sanguinius's hand, but it was still a cruel and powerful weapon.
She roared and opened her mouth, her golden hair burning like flames.
The demon's pupils trembled, shocked by the violence and beauty displayed by the angel at this time. He could even see the omen of his own destruction in the blood-colored pupils.
Tsk!
The long-handled axe slashed a bloody arc.
A hideous scar appeared on the demon's neck, and the head rolled down with reluctance.
Blood!
Blood gushed out from the broken chest like a fountain.
Endless, as if a huge volcano was erupting, showing supernatural power.
Sanguinius panted and threw the bone axe aside.
She looked around with vigilance. In the bloody smoke, the floor and pillars made of red stones disappeared. Instead, there was ancient brass, an endless sea of blood, and a throne made of countless skulls.
"Hahaha!"
In the almost roaring laughter, the bloody fog gradually dissipated.
The figure on the throne appeared in front of the angel.