"塡! 硡!"
Skarbrand leaned forward slightly, strode straight towards Snorri like an angry bull. The dwarf king was secretly glad in his heart. If its wings hadn't been destroyed and it lost its ability to fly, he wouldn't even have a chance to retreat.
After being attacked by surprise, Khorne choked the stupid daemon's throat, expelling all its personality and thoughts, leaving only endless rage. Then He dragged it to the top of the Brass Fortress and threw Skarbrand out of the Chaos Realm in the presence of all the demons.
It burned in the fire of destruction for eight days and eight nights, like an angry meteor streaking across the realm of the Chaos Gods. Where it landed, a grand canyon was created, and his flying wings were struck by the impact. torn apart.
"Get out of the way, don't collide with it!"
Facing the impact of the bloodthirsty demon, others might avoid it, but the pilots of the two rune colossi would not. They abandoned the Gomao Colossus, which they had been fighting for a long time, and were about to attack it with the giant blade in their palms.
"Making trouble? Die!"
Who is Skarbrand's friend and foe? This is a master who is so powerful that he could even kill Khorne! There was just a sound of "Boom!", and the big demon roared and sank its shoulders. It was as if Gonggong was angry and hit Buzhou Mountain. The already shaky body of the Gomao Colossus trembled twice and collapsed. In a moment, it fell like rocks. rain.
"Thahu! Tahhu!"
"Boss, don't close the door! Let us in!"
"Did Brother Mao abandon us?"
When the Colossus fell, the medium between the Greenskins and the Big Green was severed, and their unusually high morale collapsed. Snorri, who transformed into a stone statue, ignored the falling rocks and plunged into the scattered fleeing army of greenskins, heading straight for the gate of the Eight Peaks Fortress that had not had time to close.
"Interesting! Potian's experience is delivered to your doorstep!"
Suddenly, the divine light dimmed, and the head of a giant statue that looked like an ugly face fell in front of Snorri. He immediately smashed it with a hammer and pocketed the kill. The experience provided by the divine giant beast allowed him to He passed the ninth level.
"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"
Entering the interior of the fortress, Snorri did not stop in the wide hall, but walked away from the chaotic and defeated army all the way up the stairs.
Several generals and shaman-like figures on the stairs led some more elite night goblin fanatics or big orcs down from the top to try to stabilize the defeated army. Snorri did not wait for them to react, and struck with three hammers and two axes. Kill a passage and continue moving forward.
"Boom! Crunch!"
"Shua! Poof!"
Running along the path pointed out in the map of the Andergrand clan in his mind, hearing the dull footsteps behind him, the whine and armor from the heavy steps on the dilapidated steps, the muffled sound of broken limbs, Snorri knew that he was furious. Skarbrand enthusiastically accepted the heads that came to his door.
"Let's keep my head on your neck for a while! Run? Where can I run?"
With the help of Stari boots under his feet, Snorri was very fast. After entering the hallway in front of the throne room, he captured the back of the fat goblin on the other side who was evacuating surrounded by a group of guards.
"It's so unbearable! These things can be made very well if given the chance!"
With respect for the gorgeous hall that had been sung by countless epic poems, Snorri wiped the blood on his body, straightened his clothes and stepped in. Even though he was prepared in his heart, the mess in his eyes made him almost as angry as Skarbrand.
The precious gems embedded in the dome were removed, leaving only ugly potholes. The reliefs, which took hundreds of years to be completed by the most skilled craftsmen, were desecrated.
A few grunts quietly tried to pick up scraps from the table. The rustling sounds they made reminded Snorri that now was not the time to pay homage to the past. Ordinary bloodthirsty demons of the Evil Moon Tribe could not stop him. Let alone Skarbrand.
Walking to the extended terrace and looking out from the railing where Iblit had been commanding the battle, Snorri saw everything he wanted to see -
The unarmored giant had fallen to the side with its head dismembered. The rune colossus was destroying the greenskin fortifications with other war machines, and the warriors rushed into the fortress to eliminate their remaining strength.
"There's no way to escape, coward! I'm starting to wonder if your head is really attractive!"
Skarbrand roared loudly, and after drinking blood, its double axes became more powerful, crushing all the greenskins encountered along the way, which seemed to be an easy warm-up for the former number one general in subspace.
"Come here! The armies led by Kugas and Carlos have been banished by me, and Amnak has just fallen under my hammer! How do you compare to them, a lost dog!"
"Ahhh!"
The word "lost dog" made the exiled feel angry. It kicked its legs and passed a hundred meters away in an instant. If the two axes, which were taller than the Snorri stone statue, missed, they would break the provocateur into several pieces.
"boom!"
Snorri held his breath and faced him with his hammer and ax crossed. He had to test how much strength Skarbrand still had.
"Dong dong dong dong!"
Immediately after the touch, Snorri took four or five steps back and leaned on the balcony railing to relieve his strength. On the other hand, the big devil only swayed slightly. Not to mention, Snorri just wanted to shake his numb arm, but he only heard a snap, and the ax in his hand was shattered after just one confrontation.
Skarbrand's twin axes named Carnage and Slaughter have a great origin. When its bloody road to glory was about to reach its peak, it found the most favored man under Khorne at the time. Big devil.
In the "Battle of Hell's Plains", Skarbrand defeated two of the strongest of his bloodthirsty brethren in one fell swoop, seizing their souls and forging them into his own weapons. They can even cut cracks in the brass armor of Khorne, how can any mortal thing be able to compete with them?
"Weak mortal..."
Skarbrand twisted his neck as thick as a brute bull, and slowly approached amidst the trembling joint snaps. Watching the originally rampant enemy tremble under his own anger could give it a trace of A trace of pleasure.
"Crack!"
When the blood sprayed from its nostrils touched its face, the fear in Snorri's eyes turned into murderous intent. He reached out and squeezed to activate the pre-buried runes of anger and destruction, and the terrace hanging outside the mountain collapsed.
The previous battle against the Three Gods and the Great Demon and Miaoying's huge war memory made him understand that it was not a good choice for a mortal to fight a giant and get a pedicure on the ground. The Great Demon could make countless mistakes, but how many times did he dare to make mistakes even with the protection of the treasure armor? What about times?
When he saw Skarbrand's broken wings, Snorri planned a burial place for him. Suspended in the air by the power of the storm, watching it fall freely amidst the sound of iron chains caused by the futile flapping of its wings, the dwarf grasped the only remaining hammer with both hands. (End of chapter)
