This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 96: You Are Afraid Too

"Tell me, are you in pain?"

A dull sound echoed across the misty field at dawn, and the running Secret Keeper suddenly turned back.

He could not see anything, but only felt the whistling of the air getting closer and closer, until a hint of crimson appeared in the thick fog.

chap!
The sword blade pierced through his abdomen, and the Secret Keeper dodged in a somewhat awkward manner. His body was twitching in pain, and this body full of explosive power could only roll around on the warm grass and escape in a panic.

This body was powerful, a natural hunter, but at this moment, all it could do was twitch.

"Tell me, are you afraid?"

The knight's voice seemed to come from all directions, as if running in circles around the Secret Keeper.

Damn it, how did he see me?

The Keeper took a deep breath. The pain in his abdomen was so clear that it made it difficult for him to stand up straight.

But Arthur would not give him the patience to adapt.

At this moment, another sword stabbed towards him.

The Secret Keeper dodged suddenly by lunging forward, rolling on the ground, the crab claws on the left side of his back piercing the ground, and the elven sword swung behind him like a whip.

clang!
Sparks exploded.

The elf's sword broke, and his arm bent into an extremely unnatural arc due to the shock.

The feedback of this touch made the Secret Keeper's face turn pale.

too heavy.

It hurts too much.

Unable to see, his keen senses were in pain, and he couldn't even judge the sound. The Secret Keeper got up in a panic, and another howling wind came.

A figure broke through the thick fog and appeared before the Keeper of Secrets, sword raised high, like a knight in myth and legend hunting misty beasts.

This is my world. When a creature is killed, it dies. There are no gods or ghosts.

Trust your body, aim, and strike.

How can this be?

It’s bad enough that I can’t see, but how come I can’t even hear it?

The heavy sword blade had already slashed over, but it was too late. The demon's body was very strong, but the body's ability to react did not mean that the being controlling the body could react as well.

Swah——

"what!"

A cold light flashed, and an arm holding a round shield flew into the sky in a parabola. Then the blade pierced the spine, and the severe pain made the Secret Keeper scream.

It's that simple, just like a lion hunting a hyena, locking, suppressing, and then biting off the cervical vertebrae.

easy!
"See, it hurts you too."

Layers of firelight lit up in the fog, revealing the figures of warriors. The wounded warriors pounced on the demons like a pride of lions attacking hyenas.

And what about the demons? What about those demons who are not afraid of death?
Faced with the raging flames and the end of their lives, they can only struggle in the pain of the burning flames, and they can only choose to turn around and run away.

When these monsters lost their twisted senses, they couldn't even hold their swords steady.

Can't beat it, can't beat it at all.

I shouldn't have said so much to him. A normal fight would have been a stalemate, so why did he have to be so mean and say all that nonsense?

Doubt, anger.

The Secret Keeper blinked, a little confused, his eyes narrowed instinctively, and then he looked up quickly.

Arthur pushed aside the demonic tide once again and thrust forward with his sword. Even though the movement was slowed down in his senses, he just couldn't move his body.

dodge!

He really regretted that a few offensive words had created such a big father to attack him.

Shouldn't the normal situation be to fall into confusion and seek help from a more powerful force? Why didn't the four gods and the cursed person react, and ended up chopping him to pieces as if his Ren and Du meridians were opened?
What the hell is this!
"If there's anything I expect from you."

puff!
The sword blade pierced through the chest, and the overflowing blood dyed the body red. Arthur raised the sword and cut open the ta's chest along with the crab claws that changed the trajectory of the stab, then smashed the sword blade down and chopped it back into the wound in the chest.

"That simply doesn't exist."

"does not exist."

The Secret Keeper's muscles were trembling as he stepped on the soft grass, his eyes peering at the myriad lights behind the fog.

People live and work in peace and contentment, police patrol the streets, and breakfast shops open their ordinary daily routines. Although life is not perfect and there are occasional unsatisfactory times, it is ultimately full of hope and we have visions of the future.

War still exists, crime still exists, and the good and evil of human nature still exist, but reality is reality, and there is no interference from a higher-dimensional existence.

The people there have power that countless people in this universe only dream of.

To choose how to be yourself.

There are no demons, no gods who constantly spy on the real universe and feed on pain.

Yes, he shouldn't exist in this world, his skills, his ability to derive pleasure from pain, and even his existence.

He didn't reply, because it was meaningless for a non-existent thing to do anything in this world. He just pulled out his body and moved away from the sword.

Then, he turned and ran. He didn't want to play anymore!
The Secret Keeper turned and ran, with the scorching sun gradually piercing through the fog on his back.

What a horror story. The other side has no intention of doing anything and has no illusions about this world.

I just want him to die, I want all the demons to die!
How could such a being exist? If they deny even the soul of life, how could they deny the very meaning of the existence of life in this universe?

Even those soulless Necrons are pursuing souls and the meaning of their existence in this universe.

Damn lunatic, how can there be such a thing in this universe!

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

A hurried voice screamed in my mind, and it tore through the gradually thinning fog and began to escape.

With the big devil taking the lead, the already terrified demons collapsed even more. They moved their countless legs and tried their best to escape, trying their best to run faster than their colleagues around them!
It was as if a storm had completely swept across the entire area. The demons looked around in panic, and faced with enemies attacking from all directions, they did not dare to choose to fight back.

Yes, they have lost their magic, their immortality, and their twisted senses, but they still have strong physiques, far stronger than any ordinary human being, enough to kill the nuns several times and enough to surround and kill the Astartes.

But now?
They were just trying to escape.

"You all gather—"

A superior demon tried to use his status to repel the fear of the lesser demons, but the radiation beam pierced through his upper body, grinding his body, and killed him and a large number of his men in the fleeing crowd.

The knight charging with sword in hand was within reach.

Bang!

As heads fell, the originally crowded fleeing crowd quickly became longer, and all the demons fled in panic, facing the sunlight with their backs. They wanted to escape from this terrifying area.

"run!"

Without any thought of struggling, these demons were like "players" who stepped into the battlefield of death for the first time and suddenly found that the NPCs in the game had also started killing people!

They can accept fighting each other, but NPCs killing people?
What kind of horror story is this?
This goes against common sense!
The God-Lord Slaanesh was caught up, his graceful figure was burned, and the power fist smashed his charred body. The Nurgle army was at a loss as to where to go, and was hooked by the chainsaw sword. His bloated body was knocked to the ground and then dismantled and torn into pieces.

"Run!"

But they soon ran into a snow-white wall.

The wall that could be easily knocked down in the realm of gods now seemed like a natural barrier, completely blocking the way to life.

Wow!

The stump hammered hard against the wall, but he gasped in pain because of the severe pain from the recoil.

The Secret Keeper looked at the crack in the wall, unable to swing the sword a second time.

There was a noise behind them, and they quickly locked onto the group of demons. The army with weapons drawn surrounded them.

The Secret Keeper breathed heavily, and gradually saw the vague figure. He and the Great Unclean One, who had been reducing his presence and slashing at the wall, swallowed their saliva together.

The sword blade slashed down, chopping off a demon that was lagging behind.

Warriors with flames dripping from their wounds rushed forward, wielding their weapons cruelly, and the demons' wails were endless.

"Run away!"

The breeze blew away the thick fog. As the knight raised the golden sword, he watched one bloody warrior after another being killed, watched one strong and agile demon after another being dismantled, and watched these cruel armies turned into pigs that were harvested wantonly.

Those scattered hundreds of people seemed like a huge army.

If you can escape!
"No, let me go!"

The Secret Keeper screamed, then glanced viciously at the Great Unclean One beside him.

"My death will allow the Lord of Corruption to project even more power. Then you will not be facing an ordinary Great Unclean One."

The Great Unclean One never expected that the fire would burn himself. While calling for the protection of his loving father, he explained to the knight.

"My loving father will not accept my death. If you don't want to be hunted by my family forever, if you don't want illness to accompany you, please let me go."

It doesn't matter!
Victory is at hand, and the road to revenge is just around the corner.

A nun raised her head, and there was a mess of blood attached to the broken mask. There was no stench, only a faint sweetness.

This feeling is very strange. It turns out that demons can also bleed, feel fear, and die.

Arthur didn't care what would happen if he killed these enemies; killing was what his companions asked of him.

He just kills!

"No, even if you don't die, look around you. Your warriors are also bleeding. They have bled dry long ago. Their fire will burn them to ashes. They will die!"

The Secret Keeper wailed.

At this moment, he really wishes he were a fat man who is ignored like the Great Unclean One. How fatal is the sense of existence that he was proud of in the past now?

Are you kidding me?
Could it be that so many sacrifices and so many comrades died in vain?

End? I finally got the chance to kill you completely, and you still want to end it?

Arthur held the sword, and the blade glowed with a faint golden light.

Boom, boom, boom.
The heavy footsteps struck everyone's heart, and the demons just opened their mouths wide and watched the knight pass by.

In the sunlight, the fallen head of the Secret Keeper was extremely clear.

(End of this chapter)