Chapter 641 Possession

There are few pure Eldar like Drazar, who forgets everything and only knows the sharp blade spinning in his hand.

He is the personification of ideal violent aesthetics. He has no interest in torturing the other party, but only wants to chop and salute a pool of dead meat.

He has many terrifying legends. He killed through the dome area of ​​the Imperial Hive alone and hung the heads of nobles and their guards on the periphery of the wall.

He fought three guards alone. Although he didn't know the final result, looking at Drazar's sad look, the victory should belong to him.

Maybe Drazar is Scorpion Father Ahra, and Scorpion Father Ahra is Drazar.

In front of him is the advancing enemy, and behind him is the blood holy vessel staring at him. Drazar ignored the invitation and whisper of Khorne in his mind and rushed forward like a silent blade.

"I admire warriors."

Khorne said lightly. Although the current scene did not meet his idea of ​​fair fighting, seeing Drazar's persistence, he also fully respected the pursuit of this warrior.

Jaghatai once again collided with Drazar. The Khan's scimitar was bright and swift, while Drazar's blade was dark and changeable. They had gradually understood each other's temperament in the dance of blades and began to learn new things from each other.

Fulgrim watched Jaghatai's movements, and felt that his cloned body was really weak and slow. He also remembered the terrible scene of how he easily injured Guilliman after ascending to magic.

"Jaghatai! Don't waste time! We just kill them directly!" Perturabo roared, holding up an armor-piercing cannon and preparing to snipe Drazar.

Dorn was like a wall, and also like an unstoppable bulldozer. He and Fulgrim were responsible for leading the entire legion to advance towards Amalaga in the flesh and blood.

The two shields that could be assembled into a heavy wall were weapons given by Perturabo. Dorn was still more accustomed to sweeping the front with a giant hammer, but waving these wall-like shields also gave him a subtle sense of novelty.

With his hands together and two shields combined, Dorn blocked the rain of bullets fired by the degraded bodies, providing enough safe space for the pharmacist to treat the wounded.

The wall pushed forward close to the ground, and Dorn squeezed the degraded bodies together, pressing his whole body down. The wall smashed down with Dorn's weight, pressing the degraded bodies into meat patties close to the ground.

Amaraga looked at the silence of the Blood Sacred Artifact and the broken line of the degraded bodies, and the idea of ​​using the mantra emerged in his mind.

"Life" can be used, but the flourishing flesh and blood creatures will definitely attract the attention of Lin Fan above his head.

"Death" cannot be used. After fighting with this thing, he is almost dying. Before finding a way out, using the mantra to die is just asking for trouble.

Amaraga has not figured out the use of the mantra "Attach". The previous attempts to "Attach" made his thoughts extremely confused, and the complete memory that was incorporated in an instant almost made him lose himself.

But will he die? Will he die here? Amaraga thought he wouldn't. The trickster looked at him strangely, like a naughty child who found a perfect toy that suited his temperament.

If the trickster still wanted to have more fun, he should have saved Amaraga from the danger of death.

In this case, it would be better to do more experiments.

Amaraga's mind moved, and the Tau skin covering the degraded body like a rag began to melt. The degraded body, which originally had a little space warrior appearance and human form, became even more unbearable. One by one, they melted and entangled, devouring each other, and a living fortress of hatred rose from the ground.

Having lost all reason, the fortress had even forgotten Amaraga. Without any hesitation, it generated more than a thousand artillery of various models and bombarded Amaraga's figure.

Silently generating trillions of compressed bones, and constantly using the mantra "life" to repair and regenerate, Amaraga and Fabius huddled in the center of madness, relying on the nerve clusters exposed to the air to obtain more data.

"Attack Drazar." Tzeentch's whisper echoed in Roca's mind, and he silently gathered the power of faith.

His eyes were as bright as the sun. Under Tzeentch's guidance and prompts, he caught the moment when Drazar was forced back by Chagatai's scimitar.

Now!

Even Perturabo, who had set up the cannon, didn't react. This beam of fire shot into Drazar's body and expanded wantonly in his empty armor.

Drazar's armor was melting, and his soul was also being roasted by the fire of faith. The faint smell of conspiracy in this flame was captured by the Blood Relic.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

The roar of anger, contempt, and hatred came from the Blood Relic. The blood in the head began to boil and emit red steam. The surrounding scene was heading towards the corruption of Khorne.

"Coward! How dare you interfere in the duel of the brave!"

The head of the Blood Saint opened, and blood flowed down. The degraded fortress, which was originally a creation of the Warp, absorbed the angry blood of Khorne, and transformed from a twisted death fortress into a shrine of worship to Khorne.

More than ten thousand long swords and axes fell together and smashed on the Khorne shrine. Brass pillars spewing sulfur rose one by one, and in the wide-open blood gate, a tyrannical and bloody figure slowly walked out.

"This is the son of Angron!" The primarchs recognized at a glance that this was the traitor Kahn who sank into the corruption of Khorne and could not be awakened.

If it was just Kahn, it would be fine. Even if he threw himself into the arms of Khorne and gained unimaginable power, these four Primarchs would bring him endless surprises.

The problem is that the person who came does not seem to be Kahn.

Kahn raised the battle axe embedded with the sharp teeth of the war dog and paid tribute to Drazar who was bending over and unwilling to kneel beside him.

Then he stared at everyone with his red eyes full of hatred and thirst for war. The deep murderous intent rushed towards everyone like a spear and nailed Roca to the body.

Roca swallowed his saliva calmly and asked Tzeentch what to do next. Tzeentch had no news, and there was only empty despair in his mind.

Everyone's face was solemn. As Kahn approached with heavy and firm steps, the illusion of blood wilderness began to rise in front of them, and there were waves of hot and thirsty blood.

Dorn had experienced it many times during the Battle of Terra, but he would never adapt to this brutal and violent pollution.

Celes and Roca's shields of faith didn't seem to last long in the bloody storm, but just like Kahn carries the will of Khorne, it doesn't mean that the God-Emperor can't come here.

(No illustrations because time goes by so fast)