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A shattering sound rang out in the air; some invisible barrier shattered. WAAAAAGH!!! A roar erupted from the front teeth, and the seemingly reckless and clumsy head turned at the last moment!
The python grazed my ear! Just a hair's breadth away!
At the same time, a sharp gust of wind suddenly swept in from above! A dark figure kicked fiercely at the green-skinned man's brain, while the chains in Blake's hand clanged as the linked battle axe spun and charged toward the green-skinned man's head!
The chains Blake clenched in his mouth cracked, his eyes blazing with fury and filled with fighting spirit!
The big front teeth nimbly crouched down, and in an instant, a dull thud was heard, followed by the sound of the butcher leaping up and soaring into the air again—the Black Butcher was far more difficult to deal with than before!
But this wasn't solely Black Butcher's doing. Big Tooth suddenly turned to look at Karas, where the cunning human wizard stood in the distance, his raised hand pulsating with psionic energy.
When he saw the green-skinned leader looking at him, Karas gave a mocking smile.
"I didn't expect that I would have such good chemistry with this little guy."
He looked at Greenie with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, and he wasn't speaking to Greenie.
The next moment, Big Fang abandoned his back defense and charged towards Karas!
Yay, it's gone!
Take a day off
Going to watch the streamer expose organized crime?
Red bean paste, smimi ma lo.
Chapter 716, not? Dude?
[Past]
"fight,"
The gang leader slowly raised his hand and tapped it on the battlefield sand table.
"If the battle is expected to last more than three months, you should know to cut off the enemy's supplies at the start."
As Hades spoke, the green-skinned leaders standing beside him nodded hurriedly, blinking their beady green eyes in agreement.
“Similarly,” Hades continued, “in close combat—you need to know how to take down the enemy support or ranged attacker first.”
"The benefits of a good support or ranged marksman in war will far exceed your imagination. First, destroy the enemy's ranged marksman, and at the same time protect your own."
………………
Why did Warlord forget this just now?! Was it because he saw the Black Butcher was too awesome and forgot?!
But that doesn't matter, because it remembers now!
Super powerful! Super strong! Super domineering! The green tornado suddenly struck Karas's direction!
Blake, who had thrown the axe behind it, was instantly thrown off balance and could only watch helplessly as the battle axe spun through the air, unable to provide timely support to Karas.
Oh shit! ! !
Karas cursed inwardly. Although he had successfully drawn the enemy's attention during the battle with Slaanesh, it didn't mean he wanted to be run over by a greenskin—especially since this greenskin was shouting "In the name of Hades!"
Does he really want to die at the hands of those so-called Hades-believing greenskins?!
This is the most absurd way to die, after defeating "Killed by Hades," and now it ranks first on the "Karas's Most Hated Ways to Die" list.
A burst of psionic energy erupted around Karas! Space immediately began to distort, and Karas chose to forcibly escape into subspace to avoid the attack!
at the same time--
"Such powerful, wow!"
High above, Mag Boy, who was observing the battle from a distance beside the Battle Moon Altar, let out a short cry of surprise, causing the spellbook hanging at his waist to tremble slightly.
On Baal, a land teeming with blood and greenery, the light of a human psionicist named "Karas Typhon" focused on a single point, shimmering with a pale yet dazzling brilliance.
This is the human sorcerer who just directly interrupted an entire psionic teleportation array!
Mag the boy immediately reached out his hand, and emerald green psionic energy shone in his palm.
It instinctively wanted to challenge Karas and block Karas's teleportation—but the gentle-looking green-skinned creature suddenly remembered that this was a solo match for Big Tooth, so it jerked its hand back as if it had been electrocuted.
No, that would not be in accordance with the virtues of WAAAAGH.
Magboy thought, but the idea of a powerful human psionicist, and an important figure under Hades' command, swirled in his mind, and the greenskin's instincts were tormenting him—greater! stronger! more WAAAAGH!
It will fight against it.
These were the only two thoughts in Mag's mind.
Another idea was the instruction from the front teeth: hold the line.
Magboy suddenly became hesitant—such a long period of hesitation is rare for a greenskin, probably due to the influence of its former mentor.
Finally, it made the difficult decision to defend the battlefield.
……
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On the ground, Karas, who was chanting the teleportation incantation to its last moment, suddenly looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of blood mist and reaching the void—the second most outstanding psionicist in the Death Guard had sensed something.
However, the next moment, the violent green whirlwind shattered the crackling psionic arc array!
The old Death Guardian got hit?! Black, who was chasing the Greenskins, suddenly stopped, but then he heard that familiar and inexplicable voice behind him that infuriated both him and the Greenskins.
"You just need to practice more."
Karas said lazily, as if his dodge had been effortless. At the same time, Karas did not look at Greenskin; instead, his pale green eyes stared into the void, as if he were calling out to another being.
"He's talking to me?!"
Above the orbit of Bal, Mag Kid suddenly cried out in surprise, then instinctively covered his mouth to shut up so that the other greens wouldn't see his embarrassing state.
He—he—that human wizard believed the interception by the Greenskins had failed?!
This idea enraged Magb Boy, and the hundreds of bright red wigs he had specially worn for this battle bounced up in fury.
It was clearly adhering to the virtue of WAAAAAGH by not rashly interfering in personal duels, but it was misunderstood as being unskilled.
The boss can be tolerated, but the boss Mao cannot be tolerated!
For the gang leader!
Magg Boy could no longer stand it, and it decided to go down and teach this swearing human wizard a lesson—to show him that it was noble and virtuous.
Although the big teeth were ordered to guard the battle moon and fight the fleet above Baal's orbit, at this moment, with the arrival of another Chaos shrimp's fleet, the naval garrison above Baal has shifted its target.
For a mere human, a green-skinned creature shouting "To touch his face!" is less likely to be attacked than a chaotic creature shouting "For the Blood Lord! In the name of the Eight-Pointed Star!"
Of course, there's also the possibility that these humans don't understand what the greens are shouting—
After all, most of the green-skinned accents are too abstract, especially in environments like the void where sound transmission is poor, people are confused by these green-skinned people who say "Touch his face!"
Right now, the greenskin battle barges are engaged in a fierce battle with two human forces on the front lines. The greenskins are going to extremes in naval warfare because the head-on fire from the two human fleets means that they can crash into people no matter which way they go, and immediately start a massive boarding chaos!
When the human fleets first engaged in battle, they still maintained some semblance of formation. However, after the indiscriminate and irregular boarding by the Greenskins and the chaotic warp tidal surges, the warships that were scattered from their formations also began to attack indiscriminately.
In an instant, the scene of Imperial troops chasing Chaos, Greenskins chasing Imperial troops, and Chaos reinforcements following behind the Greenskins appeared on Baal's screen.
Magboy hurriedly called out to another greenskin leader, ordering it to guard the Battle Moon. Then, Magboy could no longer suppress its instincts and rushed to the teleportation altar, lighting it up.
This is clearly inconsistent with the military strategic deployment of the Big Tooth, but it is consistent with the actions of a green-skinned scholar who rarely goes to the battlefield and whose mind is mostly academic.
It will certainly not disgrace the name of the wise.
Mag Boy thought to himself that he felt ashamed of his hesitation just now. He had stayed at home after being provoked by the psionicist. If word got out, wouldn't it make his former red-skinned teacher feel ashamed?
……
coming soon.
Karas smiled faintly; he knew a powerful green-skinned wizard was providing support from afar.
Make sure to bring it down, otherwise no matter how much trouble these greenskins cause on Baal, they will eventually be evacuated by psionic transport.
At the same time, pulling the green-skinned wizard down also prevented it from launching a long-range sniper attack.
As for whether they can win or not...
Anyway, he brought that green-skinned guy down with him.
Karas irresponsibly thought that he was sure he could beat that psionic greenskin—currently, only Mortarion could defeat Karas 100% in terms of psionic abilities.
And on the other side...
Karas began to wonder what kind of nonsense Hades had taught his children.
He could hardly believe what he was seeing: Black, in his Space Marine form, was taking on a Greenskin far larger than the Primarch, and the two were locked in a fierce battle.
In the intense and focused battle, both sides even showed signs of slight fatigue.
Black used his one-handed battle axe to hold off the Greenskin, preventing the Greenskin Warlord from charging at Karas again.
For a moment, the battle axe danced in the air like a scythe! Following the iron chains binding the Son of Hades' gauntlets, each axe cut as deep as possible into flesh. Amidst the explosions and the sounds of Titans exchanging fire, Blake's eyes were bloodshot, and the iron chains in his mouth rattled as if they were about to break at any moment.
Karas squinted again. Damn it.
He felt the power of the Greenskins Curse, the Khorne Curse, and the God-Emperor's Blessing all simultaneously in Black, in a son of Hades.
No? Is this still the son of Hades?
The curse that Karas was about to utter ultimately turned into the spell for his next psychic spell.
Karas had carefully examined the training content and qualification standards of the Hades Chapter—to become a qualified Hades Child, one must first have an extremely high resistance to psychic energy and the will of chaos.
Secondly, the daily equipment of the Sons of Hades is inscribed with spells to resist psychic attacks, and anti-psychic black stone ornaments and weapons are standard issue within the wealthy and powerful Hades Chapter.
Not to mention that after Hades' return, almost everyone had several of these anti-psychic devices.
Blake Butcher, through his own will and the brilliance of his soul, successfully reversed the polarity of his anti-phantom equipment, making him an excellent conductor to attract the attention of the warp.
If this kid had shouted "For Hades!" even once during the battle, his spiritual energy level wouldn't be this high.
But Blake can't shout now.
He can shout "For Mortarion!", he can shout "To touch his face!", but he can never shout "In the name of Hades!"
Karas knew perfectly well where Black's power against the Greenskin Warlords came from.
Realizing this, faced with the damned reality, this wizard in the anti-psychic legion suddenly felt a sense of joy, as if he had gotten his revenge, just like seeing his enemy's child go astray.
The look in his eyes when he looked at Blake finally held a hint of the kindness of an elder looking at a junior, an emotion that Karas had never felt in the previous ten thousand years of his life.
The thought of Hades' offspring being blessed by the Greenskins, Khorne, and the God-Emperor simultaneously brought a smile to Karas's face.
Of course, this is on the premise that the blessings Black has received are all beneficial, and that the different forces have reached a balance at this moment. Otherwise, if the Son of the Underworld were to fall, Karas would immediately frown and cut off his head.
On the other side, Black, who was fighting the green-skinned warlord, had no idea what Karas, who was supporting him, was thinking. He simply stared at the beady eyes of the man with the large front teeth and shouted his battle cry with those eyes!
Fight for... Father!
For the glory of the father of genetics!
One more axe blow! And another!!!
Blake is now filled with regret and remorse—the Father of Genetics taught him the dual-axe fighting style, but because of his own combat habits, Blake has always fought using a single axe.
If he were skilled with both axes, he might have already won!
Click! ! !
Corroded by the acidic saliva in his mouth, the iron chain that the steel teeth were tightly gripping finally broke, and the iron pieces burst out of his mouth with a strong bloody taste. Blood spurted from his mouth, and Blake swung the axe at the front teeth of the skull again!
clang! ! !
The axe successfully shattered the psionic barrier, striking the helmet of the man with the large front teeth squarely and leaving a deep chasm from which Greenskin's blood gushed.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!"
With a sudden burst of pain, his front teeth clenched, unleashing a battle cry that exploded with layers of spiritual pressure! Black could no longer contain himself; he opened his mouth wide, proving with his voice that he could overpower the greenskin leader.
"In the name of the Mortarion!!!"
As the concentration difference caused the blood energy that had been subconsciously clinging to the Underworld Child to suddenly dissipate, Blake felt his soaring anger subside, but this did not diminish his burning fighting spirit. At this moment, his fighting spirit was at its peak, just like the proverb among the Underworld Child battle group—
"May your fighting prowess be as good as Hades' appetite."
On the other side, Karas, who had just heard this, was caught off guard and started coughing violently. But the next moment, the space in front of him suddenly distorted, and at the same time, the sound of horns came from the battlefield.