Warhammer Throne

Chapter 1022, Psionic Awakening: The Rise of the Phoenix (5000-word chapter!)

"I forbid you to hurt the legionnaire!" At the moment Fukun was about to despair, a cowardly but brave voice echoed on the battlefield.

Fukun's eyes widened.

It's a halfling Hobbit!

The brave halfling didn't know under what circumstances actually broke through the blockade of the death shroud and appeared behind Motarian.

The short halfling's strength is only the pinnacle of legend, not magic, and it is also unspeakably powerful in terms of wrist strength, but he appeared, and I saw Hobby trembling under the power of Mortarian, but he would The elven sword pointed directly at the back of the demon's original body, like a hen guarding her cub in front of an eagle, terrified, but still brave and fearless!

Mortarian looked angry and extremely contemptuous of this. He was even more excited than Fukun’s sarcasm. The Demon's original body waved the plague scythe vigorously, and the alarm of the breathing apparatus and his voice sounded one after another: " Just rely on you? Just rely on you, a dwarf, you are also worthy to challenge me? What am I? I am the lord of the 14th Legion, I am the father’s demon primitive, I am the people’s fighter! Even you want to challenge I?"

"Hobby doesn't know so much!" The elven sword in the hands of the halfling pierced Mortarian's defensive circle, shattering like glass, and Hobby was not surprised at all. The voice was decisive and decisive: "Hobby only knows that the commander of the legion has brought Hobby glory. He has always treated Hobby sincerely. Hobby is willing to die for him, yes!"

"For the authoritarian tyrant? For his pale lie?!" Motalian was angry, and he waved the plague sickle easily and swept it lightly.

The halfling's body was cut into two pieces in the air, and the Plague Scythe was once again stained with blood.

Even the dwarf's Mithril soft armor could not stop Mortarian's Plague Scythe.

And Hobbi seemed to know his ending. At the last moment of his life, the halfling cast his sights on his beloved legionnaire, showing a big smile.

"No! Hobbit...no!" Fukun tried to stand up, but he was so badly injured, he immediately knelt on the ground, the emperor's son original body could only watch his scout captain. Fate fell in the hands of his brother: "No... this shouldn't... you should return to Mutter and enjoy the rest of your life..."

A large drop of the blood of the original body fell on the ground, and Fugen supported himself with the Sotego war spear. He suddenly felt a pain in his chest, very painful.

"Habi is very happy to follow the commander of the legion! Because the price of the commander is very suitable!"

"Legion commander, you are such a good person! Those nasty Empire people use Hobbit as a tool, only you really respect Hobbit!"

"Hobby is here, Hobby has completed the task and stole the ancient sacred stone and secret treasures for Lord Fogen! How will Lord Fogen reward Hobby?"

"Hobby's ideal? I just want to go back to Mutter to get married after finishing this ticket. The windmills, fields and pies are where Hobby's home is, and there is Hobby's home."

Is this what Killiman felt on the title of Emperor's Pride?

He was chopped into two pieces with the halfling, besides his body, there was his cauldron.

The halfling cauldron bomb exploded. The hot, super-high temperature and strong adhesion of the burning adhesive caused Motarian to encounter a little trouble, but in addition to the physical trouble, the bigger blow came from the soul, the demon's original body hysterically Roared: "Why? Why do you have someone willing to die for you? Why? He is clearly your tool, he has only become a stepping stone to your ambition!"

"I am willing to fall, this is you, Mortalian, while surrendering to the evil of the subspace, while crying bitterly, cursing and hating the psionics, while constantly proclaiming that all loyalties are fake, and from the heart Earth yearns for love and loyalty. While claiming that his tenacity and will are unmatched, he yielded to Nurgle under the threat of disease and corruption to pray for mercy." Fugen’s face burned with hatred, the Emperor The Primarch of the Prince said ironically: "You will never understand the meaning of sacrifice and love, forever."

"I don't need to understand, I just need to know that Motarian is the democracy fighter of the galaxy, the symbol of freedom and democracy and the hope of hundreds of trillions of being enslaved and exploited by the carrion god!" Motarian was furious. Continue their offense!

There was a blue light across the sky.

At first, neither Fukun nor Motarian paid attention. The badly injured Fukun wanted to stand up to the enemy, but he was almost out of strength. Fukun knew that he would fail completely without a few rounds.

Mortarian raised the plague scythe again, and it seemed that Fukun's fate was inevitable.

The blue light ball fell rapidly, and when Motarian's scythe approached Fugen, the ball of light was blocked in front of Fugen, and a pale sharp blade blocked Motarian's plague war scythe.

"What?!" The Demon Primarch was stunned, and he instinctively wrapped himself back again with huge wings.

A pale blue beam of light envelops the visitor, surrounded by a large stream of subspace energy, azure blue flames swirling and flying around the visitor, a certain supreme existence descends in the cold and gloomy breath, it spit out With one breath, the hot Ruscia turned into a cold Nagaros, remote, cold, and dead.

The supreme being emerges from the flames.

This is a man with a robe of raging fire, a crown of soul stone, purple and inlaid with ancient runes. His face is cruel and cold, masculine and feminine, and has the beauty of both, sharing the bravery and wise strategy of warriors. His figure flickers like a ghost, holding a symbol representing the eternal immortality of the soul in one hand, and the sword of ten thousand souls in the other.

The supreme being looked at the demon's original body coldly, and an ancient spirit symbol was spit out from his mouth. The divine power full of death and freezing power instantly enveloped Motarian.

The original demon's original powerful plague and corrupting spirits actually began to dissolve in front of the supreme being. If the power of Nurgle means endless corruption and the balance formed in the rebirth, then this supreme power means Complete death and another form of transformation made Mortarian extremely displeased. Almost in an instant, he immediately waved the plague sickle and fought against those who came!

"That's..." Fugen leaned on the ground with one hand, still trying to get himself up, the emperor's original body tried to gather his strength: "That seems to be..."

Suddenly two people appeared next to the original body of the emperor's son. They dressed strangely, one left and the other right, protecting the injured Fugen.

A warrior is full of red armor. He wears a crimson helmet with pointed wings. The sky blue cloak is swaying behind him. He holds the legendary Asowar and Howling Sword in his hand.

The other is more like a prophet than a warrior. She is wearing a tight red and black rune suit and a crimson long skirt, holding the sword of eternal sorrow, her face is fierce and cruel, but she also has a unique wild beauty. What is peculiar is her hair. The white-haired sideburns are all shaved cleanly. Only the long hair on the top and back of the head is erected and tied into a sky braid, which is fixed with a semi-circular eight-pointed headgear.

"It's you!" Fugen finally recognized the identity of the trio. The Emperor's Son Primordial Body was very surprised: "Why are you here?"

Incarnation of the death **** of the spirit race, Inkarn!

The **** of death, Inani!

The champion of the **** of death, a thousand faces!

"The human empire, allies, and the Death Army came at the request of the reborn carrion god. We attacked immediately, not for revenge-but to pursue a light that only appeared when all other hopes were dimmed." Grim Reaper Champion Qianmian said indifferently, and then he joined the battle, and the death shrouds rushed up and fought with the Reaper Champion. The death shroud had gone through a long journey and the baptism of subspace storms, and the local suppression was already in a state of malaise. Mian immediately won the advantage in the battle and cut two Mortarian's guards.

"Your father and brothers want to come and rescue you very much, but our enemy has sealed the passage. Only the power of Jena can make us reach here through the network." The **** of death chose Inani to speak, the spirit race The young lady's voice was also very cold, she glanced at the defeated proud purple-gold rooster with disdain, and opened the folding fan: "Thank you brother."

"It's hard to imagine, is it...Gilliman?" Fukun covered the wound with his hand, gasping for breath: "Really... he is..."

"If he hadn't taken the initiative to find his door and put down his dignity as the imperial regent and begged me bitterly in an ice world, we would not agree to come here." The little civet at Inani's feet meowed, Yinanqing Lightly recite a prophecy: "A phoenix is ​​about to fall, and another phoenix is ​​about to rise."

Fukun noticed that it seemed a little unnatural to talk about Kiriman Inani, and she blocked her face with a fan.

Heh~ interesting.

"At least for now, our destiny is closely connected!" Yinani noticed the change in Fukun's expression, and quickly raised her old woman's sword-the sword of eternal sorrow, protecting Fukun behind her back and dealing with the rushing up. Death Shroud: "In addition to these, we also brought a gift. You have a special express, the former evil devil prince."

Fukun has yet to ask again, a sorrowful groan has been heard from the battlefield where Mortarian and the incarnation of the **** of death are fighting, and Inkahn is looming in the cold death air mass.

All the dead souls around are flocking to the incarnation of the **** of death, becoming part of its power. Inkarn flickers back and forth on the battlefield, a silver light and a golden light, turning into cold snowflakes flying in the sky.

Mortalian was not rushed, the more fierce the attack of the death avatar, the more calm he was. The demon's original body continued to dissolve the offensive of the death avatar. With the giant sickle dance, the defensive counterattack after another was extremely fierce. , And let the death incarnation only use flash to avoid the edge of the demon's original body!

"Just relying on you, a fragmented incarnation of a degenerate god, is also trying to defeat me?" The giant plague sickle in Motarian's hand and the sword of death incarnation clashed, and the unparalleled power of both sides shook the ground. .

However, in the end, Mortarian was superior in strength and patience. The tough Demon Primarch gradually pushed away the incarnation of the **** of death, and then used a long handle to directly hit the chest of Inkarn, and the incarnation of the **** of death was hit hard in the chest. A piece of pale blue sparks burst out, and even something similar to glass was shattered, and a lot of residue fell. He staggered back, and was about to flicker, Motarian immediately raised his other hand. Hit the head of the death **** incarnation.

"Hmm!" The avatar of the **** of death was hit by this blow, spinning like a spinning top in the air, and finally flashed after Motarian's scythe fell.

Fugen was clutching the wound, and the emperor's original body thought that the incarnation of the spiritual death **** was weaker than he thought.

The incarnation of the **** of death flashed behind Mortarian, his eyes flashed, and the power of psychic energy was activated, and all the souls of the undead and subspace energy on the entire battlefield around him flocked to Inkan.

Afterwards, a blue flame beam directly attacked Motalian from behind.

A wave of flames converging energy hit the back of the demon's original body, which is the mighty power of Jena, the **** of death of the spirit race!

Motarian immediately turned around, he wrapped his wings again and made a defensive action.

Absolute defensive circle!

The light became more and more violent and intense. The bombardment was on Motarian’s absolute defensive circle, and the death incarnation increased its strength, and Motarian also used all of his power, and dense cracks appeared on the absolute defensive circle again. Start a full confrontation!

Fukun wanted to join the battle, but he had no choice but to kneel on one knee to get himself back as soon as possible.

In the end, Mortarian's powerful recovery ability, tenacious will and constant psychic energy won again.

The power of the incarnation of the **** of death was almost exhausted, and he could not break through Motarian's absolute defensive circle.

But at this moment, the incarnation of the **** of death suddenly screamed. He stretched out his hand into the air and shot the last remaining power to the sky. A golden phoenix emerged from the sky and received energy. It swept down at extreme speed and spread the fire of the phoenix.

Then, the avatar of the **** of death flashed immediately, avoiding the Plague Scythe named Silence Scythe in Motarian's hand.

The golden phoenix flew towards Fugen at an extremely fast speed, and then attached to Fugen's golden power sword-glory. In the endless light and flames, the glory was recast.

"Your father, the **** emperor used a saber you used to forge this brand new weapon, and you know how to use it." Inani, the **** of death, wielded the sword of eternal death and the shroud of death. fighting.

"Father recast the sword of flame." Two tears fell on Fukugen's chest, and the emperor's original body stretched out his hand to hold the new weapon "Phoenix Blade" that was constantly burning and releasing amazing heat in the fire of recasting. ": "This is the weapon that Ferros once cast for me. He said this is his perfect work, the perfect sword."

A powerful flame flows into Fugen's body, which is a warm and severe force.

The sunfire amulet lights up again, a stream of pure enthusiasm is passed from the amulet onto the blade, and San Giles' voice follows: "I give you all my power, brother!"

Fukun raised the sword and placed the Phoenix Blade on his chest. The raging flames burned in front of him. The Emperor's Son Primordial seized the opportunity and leaped directly towards Mortalian.

"!!!" Motarian was shocked that Fugen had recovered his combat effectiveness. He immediately gave up continuing to struggle with the incarnation of death, and at the same time opened the absolute defense circle again.

The blade of the phoenix bombarded the surface of the defensive circle, and the fire of the phoenix and the frantic roar of Fukun formed an unstoppable force.

This time, he will not fail again!

There was a loud noise, the earth shook, and dense cracks appeared on the absolute defense circle, until it was completely broken like glass, the flame and bright white hot light on the Phoenix blade finally crushed the power of the demon's original body. A surge of energy emerged from the blade, sweeping away all the filth in front of him with extraordinary power.

The absolute defense circle is broken!

The psychic storm and flames on the blade instantly swept through Mottari's safety body, smashing the plague censer, the Barbarian armor, and the blessing cloth strips of Nurgle on his body! The burning and roaring flames penetrated into the body of the demon's original body, making a sizzling sound like burning oil!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! brothers!"

Fogen’s blow hit Mortarian hard, but he himself reached the limit so that he could not launch a powerful pursuit. Instead, he knelt on the ground again: "Motarian, you bastard!"

"Enough, Mortarian, don't be obsessed!" The phantom of San Gilles appeared on the battlefield, and he softly persuaded Mortarian: "Go back, the empire needs you, we also need you! "

"No!" Motarian shook his head sharply: "I won't listen to you, you annoying eagle boy, do you want me to go back and use your beautiful wings to humiliate me? In front of everyone including my father? I tell you, absolutely no! I will not return to that dictator's command. I will bring freedom and democracy to the entire universe in the name of a loving father!"

After finishing speaking, Motarian flew a distance suddenly, then concentrated all his power to draw a gap in time and space. The Demon Primarch signaled his children to retreat immediately, and at the same time roared at San Giles: "If you have the ability, then go to the realm of the fatherly to fight in an upright manner. What is the ability to defeat me by suppressing strength here, San Giles, do you have a kind? Or are you worried that you will feel like being horrified? Ruth was defeated by me as if he was defeated? Come here if you have a seed! Let's have a good fight at the Plague Star!"

"Stop ~www.ltnovel.com~Motarian, you will be caught in the turbulence of the giant subspace storm!" San Gilles yelled anxiously.

"Enough, let this **** go, I'm really..." Fogen motioned to San Giles not to shout. The Emperor's Son Primarch was completely exhausted today. He felt that he was about to faint, but he No, because he still has things to do.

Mortarian rushed head-on into the rift in time and space, and the death shrouds retreated collectively, and finally Typhons, who ate a ray of the lizardman gods engine and forcibly followed his genetic father to escape. Up.

As Mortarian escaped, the battlefield was in a mess.

But today, on the ruins of Costantiniye, everyone will witness one thing.

The phoenix rises.

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