Chapter 360: Kill the Demon

The Skulltaker is the champion of Khorne. He only offers the skulls of the strong. He has not found a suitable gift during this period, which originally made him impatient and angry. Until the arrival of the Catachan Sergeant, this mortal made his eyes light up. His soul was shining and loyal, and his body was healthy and strong. He was as sharp as a blade and as solid as a long shield.

He was a little anxious at this point, but the valuable skull should be killed by himself. He drew out his long sword, pointed at the fool who had experienced a narrow escape to come here, and muttered in confused and distorted words. "One step forward."

In the cheering and madness of the demons, those mortals were instantly isolated and gathered on the dark obsidian ground and the carnival of demons, monsters, and monsters. At the tip of the long sword, the sergeant looked at the weird face of the demon with a smile and madness.

The Catachan warrior spoke. "Do you just want to tease your prey? Like a cat seeing a mouse, you can let those demons tear my flesh and blood. You don't need to take any risks at all." He drew out his long blade, held the shotgun shell in his right hand, and looked at the monsters vigilantly.

The Skull Taker gave a weird smile, with sharp teeth exposed. "The important skull is worth the risk, and the Father God also likes me to take risks for this matter. Your flesh and blood, head, can become the core of my attention."

"I am your trophy?" The sergeant said with interest. He knew that he should not communicate with demons, but he thought it was necessary to communicate with this once mysterious enemy of mankind.

"Yes, of course, you are one of my favorite sacrifices. At present, you are qualified." The demon stepped forward, his toes stepped on the ground, and dueling, this behavior advocated by Khorne, was crucial to this group of demons.

Countless terrifying demons formed a circle around this area, and the ancient war drums and roars were constantly circulating with restless notes.

The Catachans took off their fake skins and flesh, and the bright red things fell off, revealing those solid muscles and ferocious eyes. He took a step forward, and the demons roared like carnival. The bloody smell accompanied the cold wind at midnight, and was heated by the demons' body temperature, turning into a stench that made people restless and sick.

The demons would not interfere with the duels recognized by Khorne. This barbaric and primitive fighting method and the honor it brought were what the creatures shaped by emotions in the warp were born to pursue. They could cut off the skulls of the enemies they killed on the battlefield for those emotions and insert them into something to pay tribute to their disgusting father god, or they could risk fighting with the enemy for this.

The Catachans were only twenty meters away from the demon at this moment, but except for the sergeant, no one else dared to move, because they knew that as long as they moved slightly, the demons would tear them into pieces.

Are they afraid of death? Not really, but they don't want to die in vain. If there are other opportunities, they can become a door-breaking opportunity to save themselves and their brothers from this hell. So far, they have to endure their anger and desire.

Those powerful warriors can only watch the sergeant chosen by the demons move forward. The skull-taker and the Catachan sergeant are tit-for-tat. The blades in their hands reflect the dazzling white light in the light of the swaying torches. Only the sound of breathing permeates the whole place.

They tried each other, but in the end, the Catachan sergeant was timid. He fired first. The bright bullets were like thunder. A large number of explosives instantly knocked down the demon leader. The huge flames and heat did not destroy the body of the demon. Most of the bullets were also defended by his armor forged by Khorne.

Unlike the barbarism and stupidity imagined by most people, the one on the brass throne is one of the most sophisticated metal builders in the world. Countless war machines and crazy creations, even the concept of the demon engine, are all proposed by this earliest god of war.

The armor forged by Him, hit by a bullet that could destroy a human body, only had many small pits with white bullet marks, which would fade away after a few polishings.

And this sudden attack was also within the demon's understanding. The thick tail of this terrible Supreme Heaven creature suddenly touched the ground, leaving a terrifying mark on the obsidian ground, and then offset the powerful propulsion. After that, the tail compressed like a spring and began to rebound.

This acceleration was extremely fast, more terrifying than the bullet. The blood sword brushed the cheek of the Catachan sergeant, deeply embedded in his face, tearing off part of his flesh, and then blood began to flow out, revealing white gums.

But Catachan dodged very quickly, avoiding a sword piercing his brain. He panted and looked at this monster that could not be understood by human wisdom, and at the same time covered his cheek with hemostatic gel on a large scale.

The sticky artificial objects covered his cheeks, absorbing the blood and turning it bright red, while stopping the blood vessels from spitting out his vitality, but this action took a long time, and the demon just watched.

Arrogance? Stupidity? Morality? Probably none of them, he was enjoying it, enjoying the fear, worry, or disgust of a powerful mortal. No matter what, those strong emotions would make him feel the joy of fighting, and the stronger the human he faced, the happier he was.

At the same time, he also felt the dangerous smell that Catachan had just emitted, suppressing his idea of ​​pursuing the victory.

"Are you ready, mortal?" He raised his weapon. The bright red blood sword looked even more demonic after absorbing the blood. The demons were constantly beating war drums that were made in an unknown way. The rumbling sound made people dizzy.

"I don't need mercy..." The Catachan Sergeant was ready at this moment. If the demon had just come to assassinate, he would try to sacrifice his life to imprison its body, and then pierce its heart with a long blade to force it to leave this universe.

It may also be that the beast-like eyes made the demon alert. The sergeant swore silently in his heart that he would do better and more concealed next time, while breathing steadily.

He understood that this demon would not take the initiative to attack, because he could not bear the possibility of being killed by Catachan. He was burdened with the entire demon army and the orders of his father.

This was an opportunity, a very important opportunity, and compared with most guns, swords were more lethal to demons. He threw away his shotgun and let the fine weapon fall to the ground casually.

Then he held the long blade, took a deep breath, stepped forward, and swung. At the same time, the demon focused all his attention on his blade. The demon immediately used one hand and the bloody long sword to block the blade of the Catachan sergeant, and swung the sharp blood claws on the other hand.

But the sergeant immediately picked up the carbine at his waist. Throwing away the explosive bullet only made him careless. The explosive carbine was the ultimate killer. Such a high-temperature weapon can destroy the tissue of the organism. At absolute temperature, as long as the demon still forms the body according to the concept of carbon-based organisms, it will still be effective.

Although the power of the Supreme Heaven has created a certain degree of high-temperature resistance for those demons, those things seem useless at a temperature that is enough to melt adamantium.

In an instant, the demon's left arm was burned by the explosive beam, and the skull snatcher pulled away in surprise. What surprised him was that if the gun just deviated by a few centimeters, the Catachan sergeant's head would also be melted and turned into a pile of mud.

At this moment, the bright red thick arm fell down and fell on the obsidian table. The demons, including the mortal rune warrior who summoned them, couldn't help but whisper in surprise, because taking off the arm of a Khorne champion was a rare feat in many years.

But for the skull-taker, this was nothing. He easily picked up the fallen arm, and the sergeant shot to stop it, but his blood sword swung, and the heat ray was split in half, scattered out, and penetrated the two unfortunate bloodletters.

Even if the Catachan sergeant shot again, it would have little effect. He could only watch the demon put his arm on his shoulder, and it was intact after a sizzling sound. He was not angry, but just said.

"Okay, okay, the sacrifice must be like this, and the skull must be smart." He became more interested, and he was at ease facing the strongest man among the Catachan forest warriors, because he had killed and trained countless times in the thousands of years fighting for his master, and only then did he get to this point today.

The Catachan officer realized that he couldn't deal with this monster. He wanted to retreat, but if he didn't kill this demon, their efforts would become ridiculous and funny. However, the gap in physical ability and combat experience could not be solved overnight or by so-called will and death, unless...

His eyes looked at the cage that held the strange giant monster, and then immediately returned to his original position. He raised his palm, made a sign language to prepare for battle, then held the fragmentation grenade at his waist, and immediately ran to the cage.

The skull snatcher shouted. "Damn it, catch him back, he wants to destroy the ritual, he wants to escape?!" This demon had seen countless powerful people panicking because of his power, and at this moment he subconsciously attributed this matter to that kind of ridiculous and mean.

But when those demons approached, the Catachans were ready to attack in the chaos. Several flash bombs and smoke bombs fell to the ground. After the violent explosion, several beams of heat rays killed many demons.

The Catachans put on infrared equipment and saw everything here through the white screen, but such tricks were ineffective against high-level Khorne Vanguards. Those fewer and more crazy guys drew their swords and rushed towards the Catachans.

The chaos lasted for a full minute. During this time, fighting continued, and the sergeant climbed up from the ground and picked up the fragmentation grenade a little too slowly. It took a full minute to throw it into the special cages of those monsters.

But a bright red blood arrow suddenly pierced his palm, and the pierced grenade, the charge inside was scattered all over the ground, and lost its effectiveness.

The Skull Taker now walked quickly, he loosened the bright red longbow, and a special helmet appeared on his head at some point, flashing a ruby-like light, allowing him to see through the fog.

Then a Khorne Vanguard quickly put away the weapon, his, he spoke angrily. "I misjudged you, mortal, you don't deserve the honor I give you, go to hell!"

But the Catachan said. "No hound smelled it. You forgot that humans have a weapon called a trip mine."

"What?" The Skull Taker only realized at this moment that in the air filled with smoke, there was an inconspicuous thread connecting his toes, and he had stepped on it.

The monster wanted to leave, but Catachan immediately stabbed him with a knife, cutting his flesh with a long blade. The blade cut off the head of the careless and distracted demon leader, and the bright red hot blood covered his whole body. At the same time, the painful demon swung the handle with all his strength and knocked him out...

It was a hot melt bomb, violent flashes and heat spurted out, and the madness of death also appeared at the same time. Even a champion demon like the skull taker could not be melted by the huge heat that could melt the demon engine. At the same time, at this extremely close distance to the enemy, the hero of Catachan could not avoid death.

Everyone will die, but some die too early, some die too late, and it is rare to say that someone died at the right time, but the Master Chief can be said to be one of them. This is difficult, but the Emperor obviously favors him.

From an unknown person in the hive city to a powerful soul that even demons would be greedy and afraid of, his journey has gone through countless mortals who cannot understand or feel it in their lifetime.

At the same time, he also calculated that this explosion would release those monsters, and in the chaos, those friends, compatriots, and comrades, and the remaining Catachan guards would also escape. This plan only needs to sacrifice him to exchange for true victory, and its value has far exceeded expectations.

But he soon realized that he had not come to the High Heaven, nor had he met the Emperor. Even though he was aching all over and lying on the ground, he was not dissolved by the high temperature. It was only because of the demon blood in his body, or more precisely, the demon's attack, the full force of the Skull Taker, that hit him and scattered him.

He was holding the head of the dead demon at the moment. At the same time, he was very lucky and fell into the food trough of the monsters. His whole body was covered with corpse juice. At the same time, the demon blood prevented the spread of high temperature, so that he did not die in the aftermath of the hot melt explosion. At the same time, the giant monster food and the remains of the dead humans also eased his fall.

This was the second life given to him by those dead people. It was a miracle that appeared under the blessing of the Emperor and a coincidence. He endured the smell of corruption on his body, grabbed the tentacles of a giant monster, was dragged out of the animal cage by that thing, and then stood up tremblingly.

He shouted. "The leader is dead!" Then he raised his arm high, and the blood from the red head dripped onto his body, making a sizzling sound. At the same time, Catachan's signal flares were sent out from here, and the fog dispersed the smoke.

Amid the demons' screams like wailing and the whistling of signal flares that cut through the sky, the warriors who fought bloody battles held high the heads they had earned with their lives and wisdom, and shouted success and hope in the chaos and death.