This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 94 I've Seen Through You

The world is dim. In the abyss without sun or moon, only the bright light from the warriors can illuminate some areas.

Woo.
A powerful fire swept through, annihilating the demons. Looking forward, there was a river of pink and green, and looking back, in front of the opening of the tiny crack, there were Space Marines and Battle Sisters like torches.

According to the battle plan, this powerful team will fulfill the duty of defending the rift. Their bodies have been beaten through countless hardships, and their skills have been perfected through hard training since they became conscious.

Their weapons will spew the deadliest flames, and if all goes well, these brave warriors will surely fulfill their duties and defend their honor.

But the devil is bound to make all this go wrong.

Can’t match the fighting power?
Very good, then let an infinite number fill it.

Can’t win head-on?
Very good, there is always one that suits you, whether it is mental influence or physical epidemic.

This war has never been equal. While the soldiers passively endure endless pain, all they can give back are guns and flames.

The demons are not afraid.

"what!"

A demon of Slaanesh transformed himself into the nun's most cherished mother. After just a moment of surprise and hesitation, the nun was pierced by the sharp blade.

The blood mixed with the red armor scales and sprinkled onto the flamethrower, emitting billowing steam.

"mean!"

The nun growled and crushed the demon with her chainsaw sword, but the remaining demons were like hagfish that smelled blood, constantly attacking the wound.

They don't care whether it is despicable or not. They are born despicable and will not be bitten by despicable behavior.

They are on the top of a mountain far above these lives. They can dump filth at will and laugh mockingly at the lives struggling among them.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

With countless wounds on her body, the nun screamed and used her only remaining hand to detonate a grenade just before the demonic tide overwhelmed her.

boom--

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Warriors of the Goddess of Vengeance struggled in the green tide. They should have reacted to the attack but were now wrapped in the plague, and the pus-filled abscesses caused by the virus were eating away at their wounds.

Snapped!
A Nakou beast bit the warrior's armor, and pus and blood splattered.

The warriors could only silently give up their lives and directly overload their weapons.

hum-

In the surging demonic tide, fireworks exploded one after another, but they disappeared in a flash and were filled by the surging demons.

The soldiers' sacrifices can't buy anything in the face of the devil's tide, and they may not even be able to commit suicide. How many people fell in the devil's tide in just a moment of trance.

Noble sacrifices will only be ignored and ridiculed, because the devil does not care about sacrifices.

boom!
He swung his sword to strike, raised his shield to block, and the space froze for a moment when the flail thrown by the Great Unclean One collided with him.

Phew!

Arthur's feet sank into the mud, and the corrupt matter that splashed up trembled and roared, then rushed forward madly, as if to swallow the knight whole.

"How long will you continue to struggle?"

The Secret Keeper clung to him again, emitting a crimson breath.

What followed was a dagger aimed straight at the heart.

"knight."

The bones groaned as Arthur silently swung his sword.

But the Secret Keeper seemed to see through his movements and slid away gently.

Arthur didn't reply. This was simply interference from the demon.

He could not cut down the majestic vitality of the Homecoming Rain, nor could he touch the happy attendant who saw through his actions.

But neither the Great Unclean One's fine poisonous rain nor the Secret Keeper who boasted of his superior skills could touch him.

Up to now, no one can defeat anyone.

But the warriors behind him were different.

"Look behind you, those miserable warriors."

The Secret Keeper continued to move closer with nimble steps, regardless of reason.

"How long can they struggle?"

boom!
The wind blew hard, and Arthur pressed down the Keeper of Secrets's blade, sending it all into the body of the Great Unclean One.

Arthur was confident that he could win, but he was afraid that he could not prevent the death and collapse of the warriors.

Fighting against Chaos not only requires enduring physical pain, but also mental damage, which is a long-term torture.

Soldiers are still human beings. As human beings, they have weaknesses, they think, and they get tired.

The devil has plenty of ways to deal with them!

Rarely, Arthur's focused mind began to think.

The Secret Keeper, who had been gazing into the Knight's eyes, showed surprise.

Yes, think about it, think about how to save the lives of these brave men, and think about what you have to pay?
Then—the Keeper thrust his sword hard, as if trying to pierce the knight's soul.

Bow down to the great Lord of joy.

Chaos has no bottom line. In order to achieve its goals, it will use all kinds of despicable means and will use the most despicable way to defile a warrior's soul.

Why?

Because warriors are noble and powerful.

The devil cannot defeat them.

The devil can only resort to despicable means and can only stand on the top of the mountain.

Only in this way can the gap between them be bridged.

But what about me?

What about us who come from another world?
Arthur narrowed his eyes.

Are we on another mountain, or are we in the valley like the soldiers?

hula-

The tide of corruption rushed over, and the body weighing hundreds of kilograms was pushed backward. The Great Unclean One took another step to catch up with the retreating knight, holding the corrupt giant sword high.

"Come with me!"

boom!
Before the giant sword fell, the heavy shield had already knocked it away, and a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in Arthur's eyes.

Fungi powerful enough to corrupt machinery couldn't even touch him.

Sure enough, we were never on the same level.

The knight pressed forward, but the Keeper of Secrets had already fled to the other side, with the elven sword rapidly approaching behind his head.

Arthur didn't even look at it, but lowered his head, held the sword in one hand, and slashed behind him.

"I am the embodiment of skill."

The Secret Keeper seized the opportunity and retreated gracefully, just as he had in the past, leaving behind a pink arc in the dim space.

"You are destined to lose this battle."

Demons are dying, life is slipping away, and strength is fading.

The Keeper of Secrets felt his body growing stronger and stronger, and he felt that he was powerful enough to touch the world of those happy concubines.

And he is getting stronger and stronger.

boom!
Arthur turned around and kicked the fat body of the Great Unclean One away.

"It doesn't matter. I can kill you."

Time seemed to slow down, and the sound of mud waves hitting the nothingness seemed to mock the knight's arrogance.

But Arthur didn't think about anything. The long sword glowed with golden light. After a moment of stalemate, he suddenly gave up defense.

Just like the first person in a tug-of-war to drop the rope, Arthur stepped forward and charged, his sword and arm forming a straight line, the tip of the sword thrust out.

The sword was like a meteor, heading straight for the Secret Keeper's head.

Clang!
The weapons clashed and the two sides shifted their positions.

tick~
There was blood dripping.

The Secret Keeper brushed his cheek with the claws on his back, only to find a pink liquid flowing from the tip of the claws.

The latter's pupils shrank into a blade-like arc due to nervousness, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Not right.

Something is wrong, even nine out of ten!

Shouldn't the current situation be the same as that of the Primarch who fell into the arms of Nurgle and had to compromise for the sake of his offspring?

Why do the knights still have such fighting spirit?
Do the Cavaliers care about the lives of these warriors?
Yes, I care.

This seemingly indifferent knight always cares about life. Although his gaze is at countless distances and no one is watching him, he still looks at everyone, just like the stars in the night sky.

Regardless of high or low, noble or humble, Astartes, nobles, or commoners, there is little difference in his eyes.

'But what about your prayers?'

pray?

Pray that there is no existence.

When facing a difficult situation, we should not blindly seek strength from outside, but instead ask our own heart.

What else do I have.

Arthur ignored the wounds on his body, because the attack that should have penetrated his lungs only left some hideous-looking marks on his armor.

The knight stepped forward silently, and a breathtakingly beautiful sword light flashed in the night-like space. The eyes under the black helmet were like the eyes of a giant dragon opening.

I've seen through you.

(End of this chapter)