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

While Nacre was engaged with Mortarion, it also spared a bit of its attention to carefully search for the figure it considered untouchable.

Untouchables can conceal their presence from others, and this concealment ability is even stronger for psionicists.

This prevented Nacre from directly detecting the presence of this second person.

But if Nacre doesn't find and kill the Untouchable, he won't be able to use psionic magic properly!

It quickly scanned the entire area, and finally, Nacre noticed from its right rear that the nauseating odor was particularly strong—

over there!

Nacre "saw" it!

.

"Don't be distracted!"

Motarian swung his scythe again, but Nacre, having already identified his target, smiled mockingly and took the blow with his severed right arm!

His right arm slid smoothly down Mortarion's sharp scythe, thick blood lingeringly licking the blade. Without another attempt to parry, Nacre simply turned and leaped, unleashing a full-force "Annihilation" slash—a spinning backhand strike.

Unable to pinpoint the exact location of the untouchable, it took a gamble and exposed its back to Mortarion.

As long as Nacre's next strike hits the Untouchable, and as long as Mortarion's next strike doesn't kill Nacre...

Therefore, this victory belongs to Nacre!

"throat!"

The force feedback suddenly traveled through the sickle.

Nacre smiled; it had made the right bet.

Only when Nacre made full contact with the "Untouchable" could he barely make out the blurry humanoid shape.

The armor, corroded and tattered by the poison gas, creaked and rattled, and the short man barely reached Nacre's chest.

At this moment, the little creature that had just ruined its plans was desperately blocking its attack with its sickle.

However, the vast difference in their strength meant they were not even considered enemies of equal standing; their resistance lasted only a fraction of a second.

"Crack!"

Hades watched helplessly as his scythe shaft broke!

The alien lord Nacre's giant scythe "Annihilation" hurtled straight for his head—

too fast!

Hades used his height advantage to crouch and retreat instantly, but even though he was an elite among mortals, he was still just an ordinary person and couldn't keep up with Nacre's speed. The giant scythe struck his helmet directly.

By concentrating its strength on one point, Nacre unleashed a full-force attack.

Hades was sent flying, his helmet slipping off in mid-air. The blood that flew out was mixed with white bone fragments, the bright red and pale colors turning gray and deteriorating instantly in the poisonous gas.

Hades felt like a tattered rag doll, thrown into the air and then gently landing on the ground.

The poison gas quickly kissed his exposed head, the left half of his face slashed by the giant scythe, his left eye shattered, and his skull felt cracked.

We shouldn't have been so close.

Nacre's psionic energy was more powerful than any alien lord Hades had ever encountered before, and Hades could even feel his Dark Domain being suppressed by the opponent's psionic energy.

In order to better suppress the opponent's psionic energy, Hades had no choice but to take a risk. He compressed his dark domain to seven meters and followed closely behind Nacre's blind spot.

After Nacre's right hand broke, Hades stood in the blind spot to its right.

Hades knew, of course, that Nacre would find him sooner or later, and he had been preparing his defenses.

But he never expected Nacre to be so crazy!

Completely abandoning his defenses, Nacre was instantly ripped open in the abdomen by the enraged Mortarion with his scythe, his internal organs sliding out of the wound!

Mortarian's rage intensified when he saw Hades lying unconscious on the ground in the distance.

But Nacre was even more deranged. The tall, muscular alien laughed loudly, then raised his right arm, now only a short segment remaining, and swung it down sharply—

A massive burst of psionic energy exploded around Mortalian, blasting his armor apart and scattering fragments with the impact of the energy.

The sudden increase in the intensity of the poisonous gas and the oppressive psionic energy caused Mortarian's vision to go black.

"cough!"

He coughed up a mouthful of black blood mixed with bits of flesh.

"Kneel down!!!"

A massive surge of psionic energy pressed down!

—The situation reversed in an instant—

Hades lay on the ground, his vision blurring. He saw Mortarian's figure swaying precariously under the immense pressure of psionic energy.

So, it turns out I really can't change anything?

Is this the world of Warhammer?

Hades could hold on no longer; his consciousness gradually slid toward the edge of the cliff.

I suddenly realized that five articles make a small dozen, and ten articles make a large dozen.

As expected of Warhammer, just get to work.

By the way, do you guys like it when I write about fighting all the time?

Happy reading! (ω)

Chapter 34 Execution (Part 2)

Barbaros, the northern mountains, an old stronghold.

just now.

.

The originally simple and minimally decorated conference room has now become incredibly luxurious. Although no decorations have been added, the man simply sitting casually in the middle of the room has made this plain and unadorned conference room shine with gold and splendor.

The man was dressed in a white robe, with delicate and elaborate patterns outlined in gold thread. However, from a distance, one could not see any trace of gold thread on the robe; one could only see the white robe shimmering with golden light.

Countless high-ranking officers crowded around the conference room, yet none dared to approach the man. They simply gazed at him with utmost respect and awe.

The man simply sat there, his eyes filled with kindness and sorrow, yet in an instant they turned stern and murderous. His long, black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, yet it looked like each strand of black hair that a sculptor had painstakingly carved throughout his life.

The man's golden eyes seemed to pierce through the walls of the room, across countless distances, and reach the highest mountain peak in the distance.

Still not working?

The man, who had been motionless like the green tree, suddenly moved. He reached out and grasped the sword in the scabbard at his waist.

+Pass——

and many more? !

Barbalus, the northern mountains, the territory of the alien lord Nacre, the mountaintop.

at the same time.

.

Hades' vision was blurred, with large patches of black and green filling his field of vision.

Hades saw Mortarion's swaying figure finally collapse under the weight of the psionic energy and poison gas, his knee hitting the ground, just as he was about to fall off the cliff.

No. No.

This shouldn't be the case.

.

Then, Hades fell into a black hole of consciousness.

.

The moment Hades lost his last bit of consciousness, his immense will to survive before death and his extreme unwillingness before losing consciousness caused the dark domain, which had been subconsciously compressed to its limit, to explode instantly!

Before this, Hades's dark domain could not be expanded to its limit because his physical strength was insufficient; if it were forcibly expanded, it would lead to the collapse of his body.

But now, the dying body subconsciously chose to fight with all its might!

—This was a silent, massive explosion—

A massive spherical black domain suddenly enveloped the entire mountaintop. Unlike the thin, light black that had appeared after the domain expanded, this domain was now an extreme, pure black, as if not a single ray of light could escape its range. It ruthlessly devoured everything!

The alien lord Nacre instantly knelt down, blood gushing from its skin, like a ripe tomato that had been crushed. Its eyes bulged out, and its left hand, which had been holding the scythe Annihilation, released the scythe and frantically scratched its chest.

Motalian, who was opposite him, also trembled violently, clutching his scythe tightly with both hands. Blood began to spurt from his seven orifices, slowly overflowing from his mouth.

The silent suppression of the dark domain seemed to last for a long time, yet it also seemed to last only a moment.

As the black zone slowly recedes like the receding tide, the pure blackness gradually becomes transparent—

Despite his entire body being corroded by the poisonous gas and his flesh beginning to rot, Mortarian stubbornly clung to his scythe and stood up in an unbelievable manner.

His face was covered in blood foam from the poison gas, and his consciousness was being attacked by the dark domain. He hung precariously on the cliff face.

Mortalian felt as if he were clinging to the precipice of consciousness with his fingernails to keep from passing out immediately.

Mortarian limped along the ground as he approached Nacre, who was kneeling on the ground, scratching and spitting blood.

He raised his sickle.

As if waking from a deep dream, Nacre opened his mouth wide and looked up at the Grim Reaper whose shadow had now enveloped him.

No—no, no, no!

Mortarian laughed.

The sickle falls.

That ridiculous head slid off.

Seeing the alien head that he once loathed finally fall to the ground, Mortarian could no longer hold on and knelt down on the spot.

With trembling hands, he lifted his father's head until it was level with his own.

“I have finally killed you, Father.”

He laughed heartily, but the exposed bones, corroded by the poison gas, made it difficult for him to make a smiling expression.

Then, with his last ounce of strength, he glanced in Hades' direction.

"Sorry, thank you."

"boom!"

The Primarch's towering figure also fell.

.

Just as the Primarch collapsed and the Dark Domain completely dissipated, a dazzling golden light flashed on the mountaintop.

The poisonous gas surrounding the mountaintop was instantly dispelled by the golden light.

A tall and majestic figure slowly emerged from the golden light. The emperor was dressed in his magnificent and dazzling golden armor, with huge yet tiny patterns kissing the human ruler on his exquisitely carved armor.

Her hair was jet black and smooth, with a golden olive leaf hair ring perched on it, as if it had just been picked from the treetops at dawn, delicate yet resilient.

The Lord of Mankind walked slowly to Mortarion's side, knelt on one knee, and embraced his poor, pitiful, and lamentable offspring.

He stood up, while the tattered Mortarion leaned unconsciously against the Lord of Man.

A troop of Imperial Guards and the Silent Sisters also emerged in neat formation from the golden light behind the Emperor.

The Imperial Guards, clad in magnificent golden power armor, had towering red tassels on their heads that danced proudly with their masters' movements, as if their presence alone was the greatest act of mercy toward this filthy planet.

The Silent Sisters, clad in dark gray armor of oath, moved in unison, their uniform armor clattering with each step.

The silent nun and the royal guards, who were leading the group, quickly walked toward Hades's position.

The quiet nun squatted down, closed her eyes, and held her breath.

Then, as if she had received some answer, she stood up and made a complex gesture with her hand.

When these emperors became nuns of silence, their left hands swore to remain silent unless absolutely necessary, and in place of language, they used a dazzling sign language.

“My Lord is an outsider.”