Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

Chapter 522 Sword Skills

Khan knew the origin of the other party and had seen him in the library.

He quickly took over the communication microphone and began to recite an obscure language. These syllables were simply not capable of being produced by the human body.

As Khan shouted, the Tiaobangcang shook violently.

Khan was calling out the cybernetic demon's true name, a common method of weakening the demon, and the surrounding White Scars took the opportunity to try and seize driving rights, trying to let the manual driving mode take over completely.

This jump ship is like an unruly wild horse galloping wantonly in the void of space, and the surrounding artillery fire cannot get even close to it.

Tzeentch also ordered the electronic demon to bring Khan into the trap alive. On this point, both parties are consistent.

When everything stopped, Khan shouted that something was wrong, he must have fallen into the other party's trap, he could feel it.

His perception of spiritual energy was as natural as the wind of Chogoris passing through his skin. This time something big happened. The surrounding spiritual energy stung his skin like Mortarion's poisonous gas, and evil power continued to flow.

The door of Tiaobangcang slowly opened, and the soldiers alertly held the switch to turn on the power weapon.

Ahead is a wilderness, the wind gently blows through the grassland, Tiaobangcang is just like that, surrounded by grass, the sky is high and the sky is wide, with white rock mountains and sapphire-like lakes in the distance. The most beautiful scenery Khan could imagine.

.....

Ashland: Where is this? Got lost?

Other guards: I don’t know, it’s another teleportation formation.

These Primaris warriors of the Red Torrent did not come out of Chogoris. They did not think this place was a holy place at all. Instead, they looked ahead with vigilance and stretched out their power swords to poke at the grass outside.

"This is a trap for me, that's all," Khan said.

He held up the Key of Hellek.

Lord of Wisdom, you are building a maze, right? Let me see if the walls of your maze are thick enough to withstand the Necron's attacks.

......

ten minutes later.

This has become the favorite speed competition of the White Scar children. The scenes change wildly. The cross sword of the undead easily cuts through the psychic defense. Khan rushes forward like a Khorne madman. The psychic can do it. It's nothing more than quickly repairing the hole after being slashed, so it becomes a game where a group of white-scarred disciples quickly pass through the hole.

Jaghatai clearly knew that he was trapped in a maze and that the other party was fooling him. He stepped on the land of Nocturne, surrounded by the forest of Caliban, and the sky was the scene seen above Baal, which was strongly separated from reality. The feeling is destroying the keen perception that Jaghatai is proud of.

When the surrounding environment and the usual sense of separation become more severe, Khan will feel extremely uncomfortable as if he is sick. This comes from his body's automatic balance mechanism.

You clearly feel that you are on the edge of a scorching magma lake, and your body is constantly losing heat, but the surroundings are as cold as Fenris.

This is just the most basic. The smell, the direction of the wind, the scenery seen, and the things touched are completely inconsistent with reality. This will kill him.

On the contrary, the weak will feel this much less.

The Khan felt that if Mortarion were here, nothing would happen.

As time goes by, this maze is expanding infinitely.

......

Tzeentch is very happy, but this is a battlefield dominated by Slaanesh. It was he who guided Abaddon here, and...

The huge amount of effort and excessive power consumed was entirely because that bastard Tzeentch had robbed him of the pure gene-seed of the Iron Hands that he had worked so hard to obtain.

Forget about anything else, if you want to corrupt the second primarch, there is no way!

Jaghatai is a Primarch with excellent artistic abilities. If I don't interfere today, I, Slaanesh, will be killed by the Emperor!

Slaanesh slapped Fulgrim on the butt, get up!

"I heard that Sangliest once asked you a question, who is better in swordsmanship, you or Chagatai."

"Of course it's me, my lord." Fulgrim is now the four-armed God Emperor... Bah, in the four-armed snake-man state, if nothing else, it will definitely be a big advantage to kill Jaghatai with four swords.

Slaanesh stretched out his "slender hands" and "gently" grasped the horns on Fulgrim's head, and then...

The original body of the Third Legion only felt a powerful force coming from him. The world in front of him was spinning, and he fell out of the palace of Slaanesh.

"Then go and prove what you say is true."

The sound coming from the hall made all the demons' blood boil. Needless to say, Fulgrim knew that the reward for success would be extremely generous.

So first, he needs to know where his opponent is.

There is a "representative of Slaanesh" aboard the Vengeful Spirit.

Narvor Queen felt an indescribable call, and the followers of Slaanesh around him began chanting ancient chants of calling.

He also hurriedly knelt down. This summons was grand and crazy. Who is coming out? Shalashi Demon Scourge?

All Slaanesh believers fell into madness in the carnival-like chanting, as if they were performing the most pleasurable ritual in the world. All believers ran along a strange path, and the flesh on their feet was smoothed away at a terrifying speed.

They are dying.

Narvo Quin knew this, and was joined by some Chaos Astartes. He quickly fell to his knees and prayed tremblingly.

If Slaanesh is unhappy and joins in, it will be completely over.

He recited the incantation with precision and fear, like a demon who was as frightened by the Emperor's Holy Sword.

Big hands enveloped his head, and he heard the resonance of the gene seeds.

"So, where is Jaghatai?"

Jaghatai is also on board the Vengeful Spirit. Tzeentch's labyrinth is not that easy to break, at least the Khan is unwilling to use that method.

Fulgrim arrived at the great formation in a few moments and stepped into it. With the blessing of the power of Slaanesh, wherever he went, the power of Tzeentch burned one after another. The power of the two evil gods clashed and the entire space was destroyed. The beating kept shaking.

Both sides wanted to corrupt this formation into their own domain. Slaanesh did not have so many fancy methods and directly used the sacrifice of flesh and blood to overlap the corner of the Demon Realm of Desire with the surging spiritual space here.

Khan rushed and found that he was in a gladiatorial arena.

It wasn't Khorne's arena full of skulls, it was like a place where nobles met for a duel.

Towering headless holy statues surround the place. The ground is made of white jade bricks. The scent of perfume sprayed around makes Chagatai feel uncomfortable. The railings and colorful ribbons hanging around are full of exquisitely carved patterns.

"I didn't smell your stink. Fulgrim, what are you using perfume to cover up?"

Khan suddenly shouted forward, and the surrounding colorful leaves were shaken by the roar of the original body.

Fulgrim slowly appeared from the noble entrance stage, arms spread out as if to greet the cheers of mediocrity.

He only brought two swords, each of which contained a Slaanesh demon. In addition to the stabbing sword, there was also an Eldar demon blade.

The original body of the Emperor's Children made a move that he thought was elegant, and said slowly: "Long time no see, Khan, how are you today?"

Khan snorted coldly, "Put down your arms. In terms of elegance, you are far behind Sangliese."

"Oh, are you talking about the brother who was smashed to pieces by Horus?"

"Yes, Horus barely defeated Saint Les and easily defeated Lorgar, but you were defeated by Lorgar...twice."

Khan actually wants to express that I have seen all your embarrassing deeds in the dark library~

Apparently Fulgrim didn't realize this.

"Great, it's the real Khan. I always thought you died in the Webway, at the hands of those cute little slaves (Eldar)."

"They didn't taste good, so I left. By the way, it's not your turn yet, the decryption game isn't over yet."

Khan curled his lips and thought for a moment that he should bring a long-range weapon, a relic pistol or something, otherwise it would be a bit difficult to rely solely on a knife.

"Oh, I know, I saw your descendants in the maze, ha, they are here."

The Primarch Guards chased Khan frantically, but their exit position was set in the auditorium.

"Okay, the audience is here, Khan, pull out your sword and use your failure to tell the world who is the original master of swordsmanship."

"I think it's Dorne." (Dorn also claims to be a master of swordsmanship, and this stubborn man usually doesn't tell lies)

Khan spread his hands. Dorn is guarding the net now. If you have the ability, go to him.

Jaghatai still didn't know that Dorn had snatched Magnus forcefully, but he just felt that fighting Fulgrim here was meaningless.

But the Daemon Primarch sounded different, what? Do you also want to be like Dorne, defeat me and capture me by force?

Fulgrim jumped down from the arena and landed gracefully. Then he saw Khan slashing at him with his sword like a storm, and he didn't even land.

The tip of the snake's tail points to the ground, allowing Fulgrim to use his strength. Thanks to this tail, he is several times taller than Khan.

Khan couldn't even hit his knees when he jumped!

Oh, I don't have knees.

The two blades met Khan's war blade, and Fulgrim even had to bend down to make the two blades touch each other.

"Your skills have declined."

"Bang~~"

Khan is fine, Fulgrim is fine.

The great demon of Slaanesh hiding inside the sword is up to something big.

Suddenly struck by the Key of Herak, Slaanesh's holy sword almost collapsed, and the Eldar Demon Blade could not stop the Necron's peak creation.

There was a huge gap in the blade, and thick black liquid spilled out of it. The demon was using his own power to restore the blade.

Not to mention cutting it right, it would be nice if the blade could be kept from breaking.

Khan succeeded with one blow, taking advantage of his illness to kill him, and launched a violent storm of blows before the opponent could adjust.

The blade struck like lightning. The arrogance of the old-school nobles had completely faded from Khan, and his aloof demeanor had completely disappeared after he returned to the empire.

I came back to hunt you, traitors.

Each of the Khan's swords is filled with rage. His attacks are bred from the intense flames of vengeance and are as swift as ever.

Each strike of Jaghatai becomes faster, more ruthless, more unstoppable, and more... full of art.

Killing is an art, and for White Scar, that's it.

Khan seemed to be chopping out all the wind and energy accumulated over eleven thousand years in one breath. If the blade could talk, the original body would be composing a majestic epic right now.

The blade does speak.

The blade in Fulgrim's hand screamed. The power of the Great Demon of Slaanesh was not enough to keep up with the repair speed of the holy sword. It was too terrifying.

The demon's scream filled the Khan's ears, Chogoris's eagle spread its wings, and the original body jumped high, and a violent slash sliced ​​off a piece of flesh on the demon prince's shoulder.

The battle between the two could no longer be observed by ordinary people, and even the Primaris warriors who were imprisoned in the audience could not see clearly.

The frequency of attacks is still increasing!

The masonry shattered, the surrounding statues collapsed after a fleeting flash of light, the broken railings and colorful cloth strips were mixed together, and the entire arena was reduced to ruins in the duel between the two sword masters.

The Daemon Primarch's massive body grew in the excitement of battle, and each wound the Khan inflicted on him only made him more excited.

Fight, fight~

The power of flesh and blood penetrated the body of the Demon Prince. Fulgrim occupied most of the arena like a monster, and the thunderous collision of swords was annihilating everything.

It won't be long.

Both sides knew it.

Fulgrim's elegant swordsmanship was beaten by Khan, and the blood and wounds on his body were really not "noble". He also knew that Khan's attacks were not lasting, and he was slightly better in terms of endurance.

"Your sword has slowed, Khan."

Khan spat out a mouthful of broken teeth and swallowed the blood. The injury on his ankle made it difficult for him to stand still. Fulgrim's body was indeed good. At least he would not lose his mobility after being slashed several times on the snake's tail.

"You are still so willful, Chagatai. Nothing in the world is changed by your thoughts. It is destined that your swordsmanship is not as good as mine."

"Your 'wives' won't be able to see you tonight, and that's destined to happen."

Fulgrim took advantage of the slowing down of Khan's sword and seized the opportunity to thrust out, but Khan's sword style changed dramatically.

Play slow and slow.

Although Yifeng was severely beaten by Khan, the Tai Chi swordsmanship he used still impressed Khan.

The sudden change of attack caught the Daemon Primarch off guard, and the blade was blocked, while Khan's counterattack tore his flesh.

Skin and bones were peeled off, and the body was broken into pieces!

The slow sword technique seemed to be resting, or in other words, defense. After Khan took a few breaths, he would launch the sharp sword technique again. The two were circling, and the surroundings were filled with the aura of death.

The duel between the two sides was in full swing, and Fulgrim swung his tail and hit Khan in the chest, knocking him away.

The broken bones penetrated Khan's lungs, his heart beat violently, and blood splashed out from the wound on his shoulder.

"Haha, you lost, Fulgrim, you lost." Khan laughed, causing the other party to be furious.

"This is a swordsmanship competition. Is your tail also your sword?"

He was swimming on the ground in disgust.

Khan could see clearly, and the bloodshot eyes did not prevent him from targeting this damn traitor.

The bones creaked, the bones of the arm might have broken, and every swing of the blade brought excruciating pain.

what is this? Compared to being betrayed, it is nothing!

The blood of the loyal flows into the solid muscle again, and his sword will not stop, never.