"Crazy?" Lan
Amnak pulled the sword out of Lucius's body. The Immortal was already in a daze, but when he saw Amnak's face, he covered his head and screamed as if he had seen a ghost. He crawled away like a child.
Seeing Lucius crawling far away and burying his head in the pile of corpses like an ostrich, Amnak shook his head and looked back.
"Is this crazy? So, you are so pathetic. Since you already have yourself, why can't you go further?"
Teoti looked Amnak up and down, a smile appearing on his plump lips.
"I must admit that you are very different at this time, full of a different kind of charm. That kind of rebellious thought piqued my interest. Do you still remember the seven virtues formulated by the Lord?"
The Beloved Princess of Darkness swayed her waist, passing by Amnak like a weak willow supporting the wind, like a huge python wrapping around the prey that fell into the trap, while those charming white hands on her lower body kept moving. Touching Amnak's armor.
"The first virtue is pride." Lan
The Evil Weaver Girl's tone sounds very reserved, and every word she speaks is detailed and clear, but with a hint of contempt.
"Without it, how would we be better than other fools? The second is envy. If we are not jealous of God, then why do we try so hard to imitate her? The third is gluttony. For success we should reward Self, if the reward is good, of course you should not limit yourself to obtain it. The fourth is desire. If the gods themselves have desires, why can't we have them? The fifth is anger. We always feel resentful towards the complacency of imperfect people. , The sixth is greed, if you have one, you will need two, there is no end, and the seventh is -"
"Lazy."
Amnak interrupted the other party. At this time, the other party was almost face to face with him. A pair of hands were placed on his shoulders and face, and his lower body was tightly wrapped around his body.
"Ah, look at you now, the seven virtues are so shining, it makes me feel hot all over... We haven't had passion again for a long time, your bravery is better than that bitch Enkali My mistress is a hundred times stronger, Amnak, don’t be so heartless, I need you.”
As she spoke, Dark Beloved lowered her head, blew a breath on Amnak's indifferent face, and then put her lips to it.
But her movements immediately froze. Lan
At some point, Amnak, whose hands and feet should be trapped, raised the holy flame sword between them.
"What do you think it's you? Low-level warp debris."
Even the Great Demon of Slaanesh was angered by this arrogance. Teoti let out a shrill scream, and those gentle little hands instantly turned into countless sharp blades. At the same time, all the facial scales on her lower body also screamed.
The harsh sound waves created a terrifying effect. The entire bridge was almost stripped of its original physical form and turned into a cave full of sticky flesh.
At that moment, Amnak suddenly sprang into action, his seemingly solid form shattering into a kaleidoscope of color, those whistling blades merely breaking scorching clouds of smoke into fragments and flying through the void.
"What trick!?"
Teoti turned around suddenly. Amnak was already standing a hundred meters away, holding both blades. Lan
"It seems that you did get something from those material annihilators, but this still doesn't stop you from being brought before the master to accept eternal punishment!"
Countless white silk threads erupted from the Dark Beloved's body, instantly turning the bridge into a spider's nest. She quickly swam among the threads that could cut metal, stirring up strong winds that could split steel.
Amnak just stood motionless, facing the leaping demon, but this time the ridicule on his face was gone, leaving only bone-chilling hatred and crazy burning fighting spirit.
He knew that the strength of his old lover, even if he came to the mortal world hastily, would be reduced, but he still could not be underestimated.
Only one chance.
Amnak took a deep breath, raised his sword, and the Holy Flame Sword burned blazingly at the same time.
Beside him, there appeared a golden image of a horned demon with four arms holding a long sword, and an image of a heroic warrior holding two swords and wearing purple armor. Lan
The moment the two overlapped, a seemingly harmless breeze blew, and Teoti's body, which flew over Amnak's head, bloomed like a flower, and the twelve arms turned into deadly afterimages and passed by. Those countless tiny threads cut everything they touch like a passing hurricane.
Amnak raised his head. He seemed to have heard the snickering of his former master, and a few words came out softly from his lips, which were the overlap of two sounds.
"I am no longer your slave."
The next moment, sword shadows criss-crossed, and the electric light diffused, Amnak, the king of armies, and Akulduna, the leader of the two hundred swordsmen, danced together with the most extreme swordsmanship in their lives, and then there was an indescribable, subsequent swordsmanship. An unstoppable and unstoppable sword.
After an almost unnoticeable time passed, Amnak stood more than ten meters away, and the threads around him broke one after another.
After Teoti froze on the spot for a second, he let out an angry and painful cry.
"Uh-huh!
!
!
! "Lan
Several deep sword marks appeared on her body, causing her to spill out a large amount of dark purple pus while shaking. In addition, three of her arms were chopped off to the ground.
"Well--"
At the same moment, Amnak took a step forward, then covered his chest. Part of his breastplate was neatly cut off, and a blood hole the size of a fist was leaking out warm red blood.
This corpse still couldn't fully display its sword skills. At this time, he longed to have a body with perfect gray marrow.
"Your sword skills are indeed very strong, and the Material Annihilator also gave you some strength, but -"
Teoti turned around angrily. The scars on her body had not healed. The power attached to the Holy Flame Sword was annihilating part of her entity, but it was not enough to banish her.
"It cannot change the situation that you will receive eternal punishment!" Lan
"Hmph——"
Amnak sneered twice, then turned into a cough that vomited blood. He wiped the blood from his lips and mocked:
"This is just a preview. Don't Shalish like to play? This will be a very worthwhile game."
As he spoke, he accelerated and rushed to Caesar, who was about to take Lucius away. Then, before the other party could react, he chopped off the head of Lucius, who was still talking in his sleep.
When Kaisar picked up the bolter, Amnak knocked it away. Teoti had already rushed towards him, and the two quickly dodged aside.
"Caesar, do you want to die or live? This crazy bitch doesn't know how to recognize people. She will definitely kill you."
"I——" Lan
Caesar glanced at Lucius's body on the ground. He knew that the Immortal would definitely be resurrected, but he might not have this ability, especially if it fell into the hands of a Slaanesh demon. This was what he feared most.
He thought he was not a coward, but what happened today was so outrageous that it was difficult for him to even think about it for a while.
But his hesitation was already an answer. Amnak directly took out something and attached it to him, and then activated a teleportation device on his belt that Soshyan purchased from the Hearthborn.
"Let's play again next time, bitch."
