Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 86 Gods don't shed blood, but you do! (12/20)

呲!

Exaggerated amounts of fresh blood gushed out.

The original body was sliced ​​open from its left shoulder down to its waist by this extremely sharp sword strike! In ancient times, this was known as the "Kasaya Slash," infamous for its ferocity and cruelty. The bloodstains left by the slash resembled the kasaya worn by ancient monks, hence the name!

But this was actually a failure for Lancelot, because he had planned to use this move to cut the demon principal in half on the spot!

Even so, an ordinary person would die on the spot from such a blow.

The original body is not available.

In the end, Leon relied on his terrifying sense of smell, honed in the Caliban forest, to manage to avoid a close call at the last minute.

Even so, one of his two naturally occurring hearts was shattered by Lancelot. From the wound, countless blue feathers sprouted, creating an evil wind that blew Lancelot, who seemed to have burned out after the sword strike, away and crashed into the stone railings of the Colosseum.

Click click click —

Leon's helmet seemed to shatter at that moment, and half of his once heroic face was now twisted into the shape of a large blue bird, which precisely indicated that Leon was already exhausted.

He vomited gushing, surging, burning blood; all the warp magic that had descended upon this world began to malfunction; and the previously misaligned earth began to return to its proper place.

The loyal forces from the outer star system were finally able to land smoothly on Nutheria via airdrop, and the warp power of the entire region was greatly reduced by this attack.

Without a doubt, this was the decisive blow.

"You—you actually dared to do this—you—you actually dared to defy your genetic father! Defy your God!"

Leon, vomiting blood, shakily picked up his staff and used the power of warp magic to stabilize his body in the material world.

At this moment, half of Lancelot's body was almost burned to a crisp, but seeing the tragic state of the Fallen Lion King in the distance, Lancelot still managed to stand up.

thump.

Lancelot struck his shield with his longsword again, producing a dull thud. He assumed a sword stance once more, his eyes expressionless as he looked at the half-human, half-bird demonic Primarch before him.

"God does not shed blood, but you will."

"Look at yourself now, you're truly hideous, Arthur."

Thick, dark clouds once again obscured the sky.

Leon, half-human and half-bird, let out a shriek. His armor was ripped apart, and he transformed into a monster. His aura actually increased instead of decreasing at this moment. He had traded all his agility for this bloated body, which was why he was able to survive the attack in the material universe.

Beside him, the clone of Khorne's power had been beheaded by Anglona. Although he also paid the price of being stabbed in the abdomen, the Primarch quickly protected Lancelot.

"Well done, my hero."

Angelona whispered softly, "No matter how terrifying Leon's aura is now, or how frightening his appearance is, it's all just a bluff."

Lancelot has dealt a substantial blow to his traitorous brother, forcing him to reveal such an ugly side.

Faced with Angelona's words, Lancelot was unable to utter a sound. He could feel that the white magic power that balanced the Emperor's power within his body had almost completely disappeared, and his body had been almost half burned to charcoal after that sword strike.

At this moment, the subspace fluctuations outside were inevitably dissipating, and the power of chaos was concentrated on the black lion in front of him, which forced him to stabilize his body by using the evil magic of the subspace.

"Cough cough—haha!"

"It's all over now. You were the challengers!"

At this moment, Leon the Black Lion had almost lost control of half of his body. Lancelot's sword had nearly left him paralyzed from the waist down! But when he gathered all his chaotic power, his injuries were forcibly suppressed by evil magic!

Although his aura was extremely unstable, at this moment, the Black Lion looked at Lancelot, who had been burned to ashes, and at the gaping hole in his abdomen through which he could almost see the Primarch Anglona behind him. After coughing twice, Leon burst into laughter again and raised his staff high!

The external invasion may have failed, but he has not lost yet, and he will never lose!

He was about to reinforce the warp storm here at this very moment, and then take his sister back to the realm of the Chaos Gods.

As for Lancelot—that damned guy is almost beyond saving! That sword that could harm him, if he can just take it back to the Dark Realm and seal it away permanently, then nothing in this world will ever be able to cause him such great harm again!

In other words, I won!

Leon the Black Lion walked forward. The final battle had evolved from two against one to two against two, and finally to one against one. All the changes were unexpected, but for Leon the Black Lion, as long as the result was correct, it could all be described as part of the plan.

The Lord of Change wanted to see such an unexpected turn of events! Perhaps this was his gift to Tzeentch!

"Come, my sister, it's time for us to come to an end."

As Black Lion spoke, he dragged his now-heavy body toward the heavily injured Angelona in front of him.

He struggled to move his body, while Angelona stood with her sword in hand, but her face was completely bloodless.

Even though she was the Primarch, she and Lancelot were in roughly the same condition at the moment. Even though their recovery abilities were different, the black lion that had transformed into a monster wouldn't give Anglona that much time.

The outcome of the arena battle is about to be decided.

Angelona looked at everything before her with a sense of relief. As a child of the emperor, Angelona would face her fate with equanimity.

As a gladiator who came from the arena, Angelona was initially just a slave. In the bloody gladiatorial combat, she understood that a gladiator must never admit defeat, for in that bloody trial, admitting defeat meant death.

But now, she can finally admit defeat.

The reason she couldn't admit defeat before was that if she did, the Twelfth Legion would also lose, and another loyal Primarch of the Human Emperor would also admit defeat.

As beings born with high expectations, Primarchs are destined to shoulder everything and move forward until their god-like spirit or body collapses or disintegrates.

She had already prepared for everything after her death. Lancelot's arrival made her very happy, perhaps because she realized that her home planet, the one that carried her dreams and her adoptive father's heavenly aspirations, had not been destroyed.

Moreover, Lancelot arrived and successfully severely injured the black lion before him. He came to this planet with hope, so Lancelot deserves to live, instead of ending up like himself.

Anglona gripped the Emperor's Sword tightly, ready to unleash her final strike, a strike that would drag her fallen brethren into the warp.

"For the Emperor————"

Anglona was preparing to offer her final act of loyalty to the Lord of Mankind, but it was at this very moment that she did so.

Boom!

A muffled sound came from the clouds, like a meteorite passing through the typhoon!

Everything seemed to be in turmoil again. Amidst the howling wind, a loudspeaker amplified to the point that it sounded like the air itself was buzzing, and a roar responded to Anglona once more.

"Never give up!"