This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 95 We Will Never Fall!
"What I see is not what I see."

The knight murmured softly, as if to himself.

Why would you compete with a prey that is weaker than you?
The voice echoed across the battlefield, reaching every soldier's mind, as if informing the soldiers affected by chaos.

Why would you admit that something weaker than you can influence you?

Yes, the subspace is the poisonous sore that clings to every life in this world. This is their tragedy. They cannot get rid of these influences. They can only stand at the bottom of the cliff, facing the gap where they cannot see the sky, and fight against the monsters.

This is the most disgusting characteristic of the devil.

But time travelers can.

The warriors behind the traverser can!
sulfuric acid!
The knight swung his sword with a speed that could not even be grasped by the naked eye, a slash based solely on instinct.

A scar was left on the Keeper's body, his perfect defense was broken, and his proud skills were pierced.

"What my body holds back is not what I can hold back."

Click!

A pair of bloody hands stretched out from the tide of demons.

A warrior who was knocked down got up, tore off the fungus that was licking his wound, and crushed the Naxuling that was rushing towards him.

"Shut up!"

It was visibly that the Great Demon of Slaanesh was in a panic, and an expression of horror appeared on his face for the first time.

He could no longer see the knight's movements.

It is his power to see through skills, the power he exercises in this world.

Yes, this is a real world, and you are real things.

The tip of my nose could clearly smell the disgusting smell of blood. The wind from the warp swept past, and even the wind carried the malice of wanting to poison everything.

A suffocating atmosphere was brewing, as if the world was forever shrouded in the shadow of despair, pain, and fear.

This world shouldn't be peaceful.

but--

boom!
This is the sound of lifting the body, drawing the shield, and hammering the shell.

call!
This is the sound of feet stepping on the ground and the sword cutting through flesh.

A pool of blood gathered at the knight's feet. He raised his head, his green eyes cold and clear.

This is my world.

Why should I abide by the rules of your world? Why should I compete with you in skills?
Sudden stop. Acceleration. Slash. Defense
Leave it to pure instinct. The body wielding the sword has already been imprinted with all the skills of killing, and all that is left is to cut.

If you were a dragon, why would you give up your physical strength and use your sharp claws to compete with a dwarf in skills?
Skill is something that allows the weak to defeat the strong.

And you——

You poisonous insects.

The two intertwined figures separated in an instant, and the Secret Keeper suddenly retreated dozens of steps, his body covered with mottled sword marks.

The blood dripped, wetting the velvet silk, and the body of Slaanesh was tempting his opponent to lay down his weapons and embrace pleasure at every moment.

Arthur remained unmoved and raised his sword again.

Shouldn't exist.

“If my intention does not exist, then nothing exists.”

The sword ignited with bright light, whispering the knight's holy words.

"I told you to shut up!"

The Keeper of Secrets screamed, swinging his elven sword and hammering at the black sword, trying to break it.

Can't see it anymore.

He thought in panic.

He could no longer see. "You will die! Everything you hold dear will die—no, their souls will fall into the Six-Ring Divine Realm, forever."

He roared wildly and threatened in the cruelest way he knew.

He released the thick fog in an attempt to corrupt those brave warriors again and make the knights afraid to act rashly.

This is the background of chaos.

Twisted thoughts, no bottom line.

but--

No trance?

The Battle Sister's chainsword slashed and chopped off the skulls of humanity's enemies.

The blasphemy of not having the body forcibly manipulated?

The plasma flame in Astarte's hand shot out, still bursting with destructive power.

When the sound of "corruption" lingered in their ears, when the poisonous sore called "plague" tried to spread on their flesh, these steadfast warriors did not waver in the slightest.

Yes, they would not waver.

How can a rolling stone shake a giant tree if the terrain is shifted to the same altitude?
'What the hell is this?!'

The Secret Keeper was confused.

This obviously shouldn't be the case. Even someone as powerful as the Primarch can only prevent themselves from falling, but cannot save their offspring.

This is how the world has always been!

The knight's sword swung, roaring wildly against the strong wind, but he could no longer see its trajectory.

"When shadows no longer rise, when the light no longer remains silent."

He sang in a low voice, his voice was clear, cold, yet slightly dazzling, like the first ray of dawn overflowing from a mountain top wrapped in cold and wind.

"When we are on the same horizon, we are far taller than Bill."

The Slaanesh demon used his strength to hit the Astartes' armor from the side, and the surging smoke flew out at all costs. This was a technique that could have caused countless people to sink.

The pitch-black armor moved, and a sneering roar came from the hydraulic system. He swung the plasma barrel that was powerful enough to ignite the atmosphere and smashed it down, like a colossus trampling on others wantonly.

Kneeling on one knee, he shattered the bodies of three Slaanesh demons. The plasma gun barrel burned the sweet poisonous mist in the air, and the spikes at the bottom of the gun handle pierced deeply into the demon's body.

"We are tested, and we will not break."

The Nurgle demon was repelled. In the eyes of the no longer slow opponent, its fat body was just a target that could be twisted and squeezed at will. The pus that spurted out was a deadly weapon that could torture the flesh.

The bright red body thrust forward, and the stirring chainsaw let out a roar of joy. She swung the chainsaw sword upward with force, tearing through the plague cloud. The holy fire bursting out between the teeth dyed her into a burning comet, just like a butcher who acted recklessly.

On that no longer holy face, the lips covered with rotten flesh pulled out a violent smile. The nun twisted her waist in the air and chopped down the chainsaw sword, cutting it on the demon's neck.

What spurted out of the cystic neck was not poisonous pus, but flesh and blood ignited by high temperature, and then burst into bright sparks under the saw blade.

"Our noble character will shine brightly before the dawn."

Gu. Woo.
The Secret Keeper was forced back again. It was an attack beyond his comprehension, like the roar of a mythical dragon.

Only then did the Secret Keeper discover what was so different about his enemies.

That shouldn't exist in their world at all. The knight was taking steps, letting his cognition cleanse the dirty and filthy world. He wanted his world to cover this place.

But there is no time to give him any more time to think.

"us--"

The expanding air pressure pushed the corpses mixed with a huge amount of filth out, heading away from the center.

In the midst of this, the knight charged again, leading the warriors behind him who were gradually beginning to burn.

"Never fall!"

(End of this chapter)