Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

Gilgamesh didn't even bother to look at him, no matter if he was loyal or treacherous.

But does He want him? He doesn't want him either!

Whenever He thought of this incident, He became so angry that He could hardly control Himself.

Because he didn't want this card at all, and he didn't even draw it on his own initiative. Someone forced it on him out of revenge!

Why did he want this useless card? To be laughed at by the green fat man? Or to be ridiculed by the sissy? Or to be plotted against by the blue bird?

I really like what Thirteen said: You are still a slave, Angron. Enslaved by your past, blind to the future. You are resentful and complacent, resentful and without ambition.

a thousand years!

He has been frustrated for ten thousand years because of this card!

Do you know how He got through these ten thousand years?

Now that He finally has a new card that He wants, everyone is targeting Him!

He wants to draw a card, and the other four also want to draw a card.

But Gilgamesh was lucky, as this card also fell into his card pool.

He originally wanted everyone to rely on their own abilities, and draw together, and whoever drew the first prize would own it.

But they have no martial ethics at all!

He originally wanted to give him a little help, such as a system to become a god by killing enemies, and he thought that was great.

However, his message was intercepted by Jin Shanshan, and he didn't even receive it, so he had no idea how good He was to him.

The other three are even worse, they don’t even call Him when drawing cards!

He forced his way onto the bus!

But after he finally squeezed into the car, he was pushed into the corner by Jin Shanshan.

He was very angry, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got!

He wished he could beat them to pieces with one punch, so he started the great game once again.

Eight hundred and eighty-eight demon armies poured into their lair to vent their anger for Him.

But this is not enough!

Anger does not satisfy Him.

He still wants to draw a card!

He had never wanted to draw a card so much before, not even number nine!

This time, no one disturbed us.

He originally thought this was a sure win, even though he would inevitably have to confront Gilgamesh.

But He feels that he has a great advantage, because everyone knows that Gilgamesh is not good at laning.

Just like ten thousand years ago, after losing the top lane, they lost the middle lane, then the bottom lane, and then the jungle. There was nothing left to lose, and they almost lost even the fountain!

But why?

Why did he still choose Jin Shanshan? Why not choose Him!

Whatever benefit Jin Shanshan gave you, I will give you ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times!

He was angry, very angry!

His wrath must also be vented!

boom!

The crystal maze was blown open again, and eight hundred and eighty-eight Khorne armies were filled with the wrath of the Blood God and poured into Tzeentch's sanctuary!

Khorne heard Him screaming and cursing in his ears, and another 888 Khorne demon armies poured into His sanctuary to participate in this great game!

You keep scolding me! I’ll come again! I’ll come again!

Khorne responded to him with anger, and Gilgamesh expressed his approval and gave him a big fight.

Khorne was very angry. Why did he hit him? Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me if I didn't hit him?

So Khorne also gave Him a big fight!

He wanted to curse, but he didn't have the strength to do so.

He immediately mobilized 999 Tzeentchian demon armies to fight against Khorne's attack. The great game could not be lost, otherwise his home would be lost.

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"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

"For the Emperor!"

Two huge figures were fighting in the blood donation hall. They each had their own battle cries, roaring angrily and trying to drown out the other with their voices, as if whoever had the louder voice was more powerful.

It may sound a bit childish, but it is true.

Neither of them could do anything to the other, and the winner could not be determined in a short period of time.

Although Uraka was covered in wounds, the blessing of the Blood God would not affect his combat effectiveness in the slightest.

Although Noah was unharmed, his limited output prevented him from killing the Demon Prince quickly.

They were in a stalemate, and whoever spoke louder was right.

Uraka shouted the name of the Blood God, and blood glowed on his body, and his brass armor gleamed.

Noah shouted the name of the Emperor, and the golden light on his body became increasingly intense, dyeing the pure white body of the Zaku into gold.

Both Noah and Uraka knew that their powers far exceeded their own strength.

This is no longer just a battle between them, but a contest between two gods... two great beings!

The golden light and the bloody color wax and wane alternately. When one side shines brightly, the other will quickly catch up.

They compete with each other in every little thing, as if they can't lose even with special effects!

Their battle was so fierce that the floor of the entire hall collapsed completely, and the sturdy corridors around it that could withstand the molten blast were completely destroyed, leaving only a deep pit in the ruins.

They fought right at the bottom of the pit.

The sacrifices had long been consumed, but the power of the Blood God was always maintaining the portal and keeping the battle going.

This is already the eighth day of their battle!

They are like tireless robots, fighting here until darkness falls.

No one knew they were fighting here, and no one paid attention to this battle taking place in an uninhabited corner.

Millions of people died in the fortress every day, and no one paid attention to the battle between just two people, even though it was so important.

Only occasionally would two psychic probes sweep through the ruins to confirm that they were still fighting.

The masters of the psychic powers tacitly agreed not to disturb him because they found that Noah seemed to be enjoying himself.

Noah was indeed enjoying the battle.

He is not a masochist, so he won't turn it off. Anyway, it doesn't count as on if it's not turned off.

But even in this situation, he can still continuously improve his swordsmanship. From the beginning, he was almost completely suppressed by Uraka. Although he is still suppressed now, Noah can occasionally fight back.

Compared with the original Eight Cuts of Xia Ji, this is undoubtedly a huge improvement.

After all, Uraka was a demon prince after all, and even the weakest one was far beyond the reach of ordinary people. Since he could fight Uraka back and forth today, he could go to the Bronze Throne and kill Tzeentch tomorrow!

Don’t ask why we are killing Jianqi, we are fighting against the damn Jianqi!

Khorne is one of the few honest gods.

He had no bad intentions, he just wanted to watch others chop people up.

He doesn't care who he chops, as long as he can kill them with great pleasure and with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe in Him, the fierce battle is a praise to Him!

Uraka raised his axe and chopped Noah back, then roared to the sky:

"Blood sacrifice blood..."

boom!

Uraka's roar had not yet ended, but Noah did not shout for the Emperor anymore. Instead, he suddenly threw the power sword at him and pierced his right shoulder horizontally with precision.

Although Noah was aiming at the head, it didn't matter!

The holy flames quickly began to burn Uraka's body, causing him to roar in anger.

It seemed as if he was cursing Noah's despicable sneak attack.

But Noah didn't care. Khorne often launched sneak attacks anyway, so who was nobler than who?

Although I don’t have a sword in my hand now, it doesn’t matter.

Noah reached into his backpack and took out another brand new power sword for the girl's own use.

Holy flames quickly attached to it, and Noah immediately rushed towards Uraka with his sword raised.

We've practiced enough, it's time to end the battle!

Uraka roared, blood burst out from his body, constantly extinguishing the golden light.

Without the supply from the source, the golden light on the power sword was quickly completely offset, and it turned into an ordinary power sword.

But the damage Uraka suffered was not so easy to recover, and Noah had already raised his sword and rushed towards him again.

clang!

Uraka raised his giant axe to block and chopped at Noah's shoulder.

But at this moment, Noah suddenly let go of his hand, and once again took out the third power sword out of thin air and slashed at Uraka.

Dual swords, boy!

The power of the Blood God became stronger and stronger. The smell of blood penetrated the air purification system of Zaku and entered Noah's nose, almost making him lose consciousness.

But the golden light reminded him again and again to stay awake.

The power sword cut off Uraka's left arm almost effortlessly, and Uraka's axe fell on Noah's head -

Unfortunately, it's of no use!

Uraka's roar became louder and louder, but it seemed to be weaker than before. Just like the demons killed by the Emperor's Sword could not be resurrected, the left arm cut off by the Emperor's Sword could never be restored!

While you are sick, I will kill you.

Noah retracted his swords, placed both swords at his waist, and asked Zaku to squat and bend slightly.

Then he quickly drew his sword and swung both swords fiercely to both sides.

In just a blink of an eye, an arc of fire streaked through the air, cutting through Uraka's body and splitting him in half from the waist.

"Blood God……"

His eyes were finally no longer so angry, but instead filled with sadness and pleading.

The power of the Blood God was leaving him. He stretched out his right hand to try to hold it back, but in the end he caught nothing.

But he is not dead yet.

The Demon Prince must always be tenacious, even though he has become a paralyzed cripple.

He is still alive at this time.

Noah thrust two flaming power swords into his body, followed by the third, fourth, and fifth. With each insertion of the sword, Uraka roared, but his voice became weaker and weaker.

And Noah just continued his moves.

In the 3K era, the president of a certain country used a pen for each half letter when writing his name.

These will be distributed to those present as souvenirs of the president's use.

But these pens are only of commemorative significance.

And if a sword can kill a demon prince, it is a true relic!