On this battlefield, the struggle between rebels and loyalists spiraled out of control. The beliefs that drove the conflict no longer existed, and all that remained was the impulse to stimulate war.
Anger, despair, and fear took possession of the souls of men, and the storms nourished the raging hearts and strengthened the power of the things of the Warp.
Sevatar could hardly see humans in the whirlpool, but there were still a group of creatures that were once humans, connected with many bodies, like a big tree full of knots, and the branches were countless arms and thigh.
The flesh shifted as Chaos tightened its grip, but the pillar was still there, giving him a chance.
The storm roared around him, and the psychic waves swept away the extraordinary being who dared to plunge into the storm alone, but he just held on to his halberd tightly, because huge danger would come during this attack.
The storm will try to get him to give up the fight and then destroy him.
The physical world becomes the most fragile and bleak aspect of this struggle, and the Crow Prince strives to divide his attention precisely in half, balancing offense and defense and strengthening each other.
Then, he swung the roaring halberd, like a forked lightning, hitting multiple targets at once.
Mortal knots in the storm erupt in psychic fire, burning body and mind simultaneously, spreading destruction from one plane to the other.
Sevatar struck again and again, and as the halberd flew, the tentacles and claws that struck him broke.
At this moment, his will is unshakable, and his rage destroys the world.
Many monsters that were once humans died of despair.
The dizzying energy closed in on him, but his defenses were impenetrable and he rejected the false promise.
Soon, the storm began to weaken before his attack.
Without human nourishment, the whirlwind gradually dissipated, and the wider vortex also shrank, and the airflow became less ferocious as Savitador destroyed the knots.
Slowly, the energy of the Warp lost its cohesion and dissipated.
As the storm retreats, and as Sevatar resists the new temptations of victory and speed, his self-control and defense are more important than ever.
Even so, he saw the end of the struggle coming.
Suddenly, something moved in the wind that was about to end.
Sevatar couldn't quite feel what it was.
It stirs the storm's currents and reaches out from the depths of the Warp, acting with intent.
Responding to the orders of a being pressing against the thin veil of the physical world, and angry that it could not yet manifest itself, the remaining human knots in the storm suddenly redirected all their power.
The gathered energy rushed out of the storm and struck Savita. Although he blocked it with his halberd, the energy still exploded with bright light.
Savita was knocked back more than ten meters.
As he stood firm, the nodules grew, transforming into a huge monster that shone so brightly that the surrounding stone exploded into flames.
Sevatar saw the incoming attack and retreated from the storm.
Thor also saw the danger and immediately adjusted the Storm Crow's weapon to aim at the monster.
Bullets exploded at the edge of the halo, and the storm weakened further, its remaining fury transforming itself into a nova of energy.
Its body was covered with human faces, twisted in pain, power, and madness, and then the monster's spindly arms reached for Sevatar.
Ustad watched all this.
Before this, he had never seen such fighting skills, such balance, such swift wildness, such ruthless art.
Even Thor's sword is inferior to it.
As the Crow Prince twirled his halberd, the dull sunlight reflected like a halo from his silver-grey armor.
It was a kind of brutal violence, a kind of aristocratic contempt, so brilliant.
He brandished his halberd as if it were a living thing, a soul he had once tamed and was now being forced to dance wildly.
Sevatar refines the chaotic fighting language into a terrifying and ruthless chapter, with no extravagance or waste - every blow is full of killing intent, just right, without spilling over.
In just a few seconds, he was able to repel the crazed beast step by step.
It raged at him, snarling at him in a fury of rage and pain, wildly waving its huge, bone-crushing claws and claws in the hope of wrenching his head from his body.
Sevatar clung to it, like a bat sucking the blood of its prey. The halberd broke out and cut back, piercing the unclean flesh with its rapidly rotating teeth and biting deeply into the pickled bones below. .
It tried to crush him with a heavy punch, but he whirled out of the way and suddenly struck him hard with the halberd.
Immediately blood splattered everywhere, and the monster's severed fist was neatly separated from the wrist, and was soaked in a stream of dirty blood.
The beast in the subspace became more and more violent, its eyes were wild and unstoppable, and foam continued to pour out of its bottomless abyss-like throat.
Its other claw swung out, as fast as a bullet.
At this time, Sevatar had already started to move. He spun one foot, put the halberd on his back, and used the force of rotation to hit the head of the halberd into the opponent's claws.
The moment the two collided, the entire battlefield trembled.
Sevatar remained unmoved, but when he touched the metal handle with both hands, the beast's arm immediately shattered.
It staggered away from the onslaught, its roar growing weaker and more desperate.
Finally, its killing move is a mouthful of acid strong enough to dissolve metal.
But this was easily dodged by Savita.
The Prince of Crows pursues him, his ruthless attacks continuing.
The halberd continued to roar, cutting off a large piece of fatty flesh from the disgusting body, then turning around and tearing a long gash in its chest.
The blood mixed with the earth and bubbled under its feet.
Everything happened so fast.
The beast turned unsteadily, its stomach bleeding, its jaw hanging limply.
It stared at the murderer, its eight snake-shaped eyes filled with liquid, and its chest heaved.
Sevatar remained unmoved, raising his halberd high and keeping his feet firmly planted.
The monster did not take any action to protect itself. Its tearful and pitiful face had long been damaged. Misery and confusion were its most obvious signs.
It knows what is annihilating, it knows what has passed away.
In desperation, it screamed out one word.
"traitor!"
Immediately afterwards, the halberd whizzed down, leaving a bloody trail as it dived.
With a bang, the beast's head fell heavily.
The next second, a violent burst of warp fire shot upward from the headless body, only to split in two before Sevatar.
The Crow Prince coldly shook off the flesh and blood from the chain saw and stepped on the monster's corpse, while fierce cheers erupted from the distant wall.
The storm dissipated at that moment.
Only then did everyone discover that on the ground once covered by the storm were lying countless carbonized corpses, twisting in the pain of destroying them.
Their deformities were uncanny, with some bodies nearly six meters long, some with five arms, and a third of the bodies with a cluster of heads growing out of each other - there was always enough human form to show off the dead monster. The way it used to be.
These debris piled up on the battlefield, forming a corpse mountain nearly ten meters high, and Sevatar stood on the top of the corpse mountain.
Even he himself couldn't remember how many he had killed.
All the physical laws disrupted by the subspace. In the eyes of outsiders, he may have only been in the storm for more than ten seconds, but he himself felt that it could be several days.
At this time, there was another roar in the sky.
Sevatar turned around and saw several Thunder Eagles roaring towards the northern sky.
