As the vanguard of the black Legion and the mouthpiece of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, Haarken the Stardrinker was extremely conceited and proud. In his imagination, with his army marching in, the ragtag army of mere mortals should scatter and flee in terror!
But, to his surprise...
The mortal Commander on the opposite side not only showed no fear but even led a company of less than a hundred men to charge at them!
Could this guy be a madman?
Even the vanguard, known for their madness, would never make such a suicidal move.
Haarken the Stardrinker was so stunned by the opponent's 'bold' actions that he froze on the spot, his brain seemingly about to crash.
No, it's more than just a madman!
With a troop disparity of dozens of times, even a madman should understand that this was an impossible mission!
But, was Emrys a fool?
Apparently not; he was well aware that the disparity in forces was a fact. To reverse such a disadvantage was an almost impossible feat, unless... a miracle could happen!
For example, a Great Meteor Summoning Spell.
But unfortunately, he was not Liu Xiu, nor some great plane magic master, and it was even less possible for him to summon a meteor to kill Haarken the Stardrinker.
Even in such a disadvantageous situation, Emrys remained stubborn, leading the less-than-a-hundred-strong Avenger Chapter and his honor guard, charging resolutely towards Haarken the Stardrinker. Naturally, he wasn't going to 'die'; he... still had one last move!
This move was also the source of his confidence!
Miracles certainly wouldn't happen, but this was the Warhammer Universe, and it wasn't... just miracles that would happen!
In an instant, the Chapter led by Emrys, like a fully drawn bowstring, a sharp arrow piercing through the entire battlefield, directly plunged into the battle formation of the Chaos Raptors!
He was not reckless, nor was it a whim!
The reason Emrys dared to lead a Chapter of less than a hundred men to charge at Chaos forces dozens of times their size was because he was well-prepared.
First, every Space Marine of the Avenger Chapter, in addition to their black carapace, had an extra layer of protection: a special bio-armor developed by 'Engineers' specifically for Space Marines!
With this bio-armor, the survival ability of every warrior could be greatly enhanced. Not only that, but it would also amplify their strength and speed, and as time went on, the bio-armor would be specifically optimized according to the different individual differences!
It can be said that every Space Marine of the Avenger Chapter now possessed strength not inferior to that of a 'Primaris,' with minimal difference!
Furthermore, Overlord also developed specialized power armor auxiliary modules for the Avenger Chapter, and this was technology from Cybertron!
And the configuration of the honor guard would only be higher than that of the Avenger Chapter!
This was the courage Emrys had, daring to lead a Chapter of less than a hundred men into Haarken the Stardrinker's enemy lines!
"Follow me — charge! ! !"
He roared, throwing the 'Singing Spear'.
The spear, infused with his full wrath and psychic energy, was like a brilliant beam of light, dragging a rolling wave of air behind it, like a roaring wind dragon, crashing into the first line of defense, instantly causing a heaven-shaking explosion!
In an instant.
The first line of defense of the Chaos Raptor Grand Company was completely destroyed by them with overwhelming force!
Emrys, leading the charge, relied on the 'Power's' energy shield, enduring the dense storm of bolter fire, and led dozens of Chapter members into the heavy encirclement!
Each throw of the Singing Spear was accompanied by a stream of death-like radiance!
This was a psyker!
On the front lines, once a psyker no longer needed to hold back, he would unleash astonishing power, a destructive force that even a 'Leman Russ' or an entire legion might not match!
Swinging his Executioner's Greatsword, he cut down a sneaking Chaos scum, letting the blood bathe his entire body. Emrys' gaze was firm, without the slightest waver. He looked at the Chapter gathered around him, raising the Singing Spear: "No one is allowed to stop without my command! Charge! Charge! Charge!"
They had relied on speed and a sudden attack to break into the Chaos Raptors and tear open their defenses.
Once they stopped, it meant... death!
They absolutely could not stop charging; even if they died, they had to die on the path of the charge!
The will to charge, with death or no life!
At this moment, the Chapter gathered around him, spurred by Emrys' encouragement, erupted with courageous bloodlust, forcefully holding back enemies several times their number!
If one were to look down from above, one would notice.
The sea-like Chaos Raptors were actually torn open by them, creating a gap, and this gap... was still constantly being widened!
Just then, a Dreadnought suddenly targeted them, this Chapter that had charged into the encirclement to die!
Its clearly modified, huge meltaguns on its shoulders were weapons specifically designed to break through enemy lines on the front battlefield!
Emrys naturally noticed the threat of this Dreadnought immediately, but he had already anticipated it and immediately activated the 'Power's' ability!
Spatial Transfer!
Just as that twisted, defiled, flesh-corrupted Dreadnought aimed its huge meltagun barrel at them, surging spatial energy rippled!
Swish!
In an instant, Emrys, carrying the fifty Space Marines around him, suddenly vanished from the spot.
Vanished, vanished?!
While the Dreadnought was momentarily stunned, a scorching and dazzling beam of light suddenly shot from behind, piercing through the 'sarcophagus' on its chest!
"Just... a little more!"
Having dealt with one Dreadnought, Emrys then looked up, his cold gaze fixed on the blood-red figure in the distant rear command post: "Just a little more, just one more breath, hold on!"
Seemingly sensing that gaze, Haarken the Stardrinker raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting from playful to much more serious. He finally realized that the opponent's target... was himself!
"My target... is me?" Haarken the Stardrinker licked his lips, a bloodthirsty glint appearing in his eyes, as if he was very excited.
Looking at Emrys and his group, who were like a sharp arrow piercing into the battle formation, Haarken the Stardrinker's dormant fighting spirit seemed to ignite, and he couldn't help but laugh wildly: "Hahahahaha... Interesting, you actually think you can chop off my head with so few people?!"
The adjutant beside him frowned slightly and suggested in a low voice: "Lord,"
"I should avoid his sharpness?!"
Haarken the Stardrinker suddenly turned his head, his ferocious face and bloodthirsty eyes radiating a chilling glint: "I am the vanguard of the black Legion, the Raptor Lord under the Warmaster. You want me to avoid the sharpness of a mere mortal?"
A joke!
Let alone that the opponent only had a mere fifty-odd men, even if the Chapter master of the Ultramarines, Calgar, personally led his honor guard, he would not avoid his sharpness!
Furthermore, if he retreated here, setting aside the consequences for the entire battle... just explaining it to the 'Blood God' would be difficult!
How would the Blood God view them?
A grand company of over two thousand Chaos Raptors, under your Hell Lord's command, got scared and fled by a mere fifty people?
Seeing that the adjutant was about to persuade him further, Haarken the Stardrinker's cold gaze silenced him, and he then fiercely plunged the Hell Spear, which declared death, into the ground.
Then, he sat down directly on the ruins, displaying a hint of bloodlust on his face, and looked at Emrys with great interest: "Come on, don't you want to chop off my head? I... Haarken the Stardrinker, am waiting right here for you, waiting for you to come and chop off my head!"
Even the most valiant Warrior has limits. Under the nearly insane onslaught of Chaos Raptors surging from all directions, even with the genes of the Avengers Chapter, derived from the 'Iron Warriors' who were renowned as an impregnable fortress, they still began to falter!
Soon, a gap appeared in the Avengers Chapter's formation, which had stood like a city wall around Emrys!
The Chaos Raptors were clever and cunning!
They seized the opportunity, blasting open the Avengers' defenses with a plasma shot, then exploited the exposed 'gap.' Several Chaos Space Marines surged in, their target directly Emrys!
What Space Marines excelled at most was 'decapitation strikes'!
Buzz... The roaring chainsword seemed to tear through the air!
However, before those few Chaos Space Marines could get close, the ten-man Honor Guard, sons of the Midnight Lords, suddenly swung their swords, blocking the attack!
Clang!
Intense sparks erupted from the collision!
The Honor Warrior, clad in black armor, pressed his blade down fiercely, then swung his massive left fist, smashing it onto the Chaos Space Marine's helmet!
Bang!
The power generated by the power fist shattered the Chaos Warrior's helmet, his entire head bursting open like a watermelon!
Blood and brains splattered. The Honor Guard member swept his sword horizontally, bisecting a Chaos Marine attempting a sneak attack from behind, while simultaneously kicking another Chaos Marine away and following up with a left-hand shot to the head!
After dealing with the enemies who had surged through the gap into their inner line, the Honor Guard members immediately retreated to Emrys' side, continuing their escort mission.
The entire process took only a few seconds, flowing as smoothly as water, without the slightest delay!
The entire battle was almost a complete rout!
Emrys was naturally not surprised by such a result. After all, every Warrior in the Honor Guard was a Primaris Space Marine who not only had several additional implants but also possessed specialized biological armor!
This was the Honor Guard he had spent a fortune to specially create!
However, this scene was undoubtedly a disgrace in Visar's eyes. They were the descendants of the Iron Warriors, and now they had actually... had their defenses breached?!
If it had been the 'Imperial Fists' on the other side, that would have been one thing!
But it was the Chaos Raptors, which, in the eyes of the extremely arrogant Visar, was the greatest mistake, an error that should not have happened!
Feelings of shame and anger intertwined in the mind of every Warrior!
Little did the Chaos Raptors know that their unintentional action had instead ignited the 'Avengers'' fighting spirit!
No, more precisely, it was the bloodline inherited in their genes!
"Iron begets strength! Strength begets will!"
"Will begets faith! Faith begets glory!"
"Glory belongs to Iron!"
Chapter master Visar raised his blood-stained power sword, like an unyielding iron wall standing firm amidst raging tides, letting out a roar: "Do not forget what we fight for! All our glory rests on this battle!"
They were the descendants of the Iron Warriors!
They were an impregnable fortress!
They were an unbreakable castle!
"Glory belongs to Iron!"
Suddenly, the Chaos Raptors, who were frantically assaulting the battle formation, noticed a change on the other side!
It was as if, suddenly, on a spiritual level, they had transformed into a truly iron-blooded legion.
The defensive line, composed of only forty-odd individuals, no matter how much they attacked, always seemed on the verge of collapse, yet ultimately held firm!
Artillery fire! Advance!
More artillery fire! More advance!
An extremely monotonous tactic, yet it held back a frenzied assault from the Chaos Raptors, who outnumbered them dozens of times over!
There were no flashy techniques, nor any individual will. The forty white-armored Warriors' movements suddenly became perfectly synchronized, operating in a unified rhythm, like machines in a repetitive cycle!
Each person was a cog in a giant machine, but when united, they made the Chaos Raptors suddenly feel an illusion.
They were not facing a Chapter, but a cold, silent, infallible machine legion!
Even if someone fell, someone else would immediately step forward in silence, pick up the fallen shield, and take their place, without a single complaint or moment of hesitation!
Something was wrong, nineteen-tenths wrong!
The Chaos Raptor Space Marines on the front lines felt a sense of déjà vu when facing this 'mysterious' legion!
"Isn't this the 'Iron Warriors'' usual tactic?!" Suddenly, a flash of insight crossed their minds.
No wonder it looked so familiar; it was those most hated 'Iron Warriors'!
But the problem was, they had seen the few 'loyalist' Iron Warriors Chapters. Where had this legion come from?
Before the Chaos Raptors could find an answer, the Avengers Chapter, continuously suppressing and advancing, finally completely tore through the Chaos Raptor's defensive line, after suffering nearly half their personnel as casualties!
One hundred meters from that bloody banner!
On a normal day, a mere hundred meters could be covered with a single sprint.
However, in the encirclement of Chaos Raptors everywhere, every step forward cost the Avengers Chapter an extremely heavy price!
Out of fifty Avengers Space Marines, nearly half had been lost!
"Visar, you can retreat now." At this moment, Emrys looked at the Chaos banner, only a hundred meters away, and suddenly said, "This is enough. You cannot all die here; you must leave a seed for the Chapter!"
Despite receiving the order to retreat, Visar showed no joy, his expression darkening: "Lord, do you think we fear death?"
He would rather not have such a retreat!
Even if the entire Avengers Chapter fell in battle today, he would not need such 'pity.'
"No, you are wrong, Visar." Emrys wiped the blood from his face and said indifferently, "You have completed your mission. The remaining hundred meters will be handled by my Honor Guard."
Before Visar could argue, Emrys used a pre-set 'Space Bridge' to transfer the remaining Avengers back.
Now, only the last ten Honor Guard remained!
He looked at the final hundred meters and exhaled: "Charge!"
Seeing the legion charging towards them, the Chaos Raptor's adjutant immediately grew anxious. He absolutely could not stand by and let those people charge in; the danger had to be nipped in the bud!
"Kurlis, it's your turn!" The adjutant grimly gave the order: "Do not let them approach the lord!"
Chaos Raptors also had pride!
If these mere fifty people actually managed to reach their 'Lord,' they might as well die!
"Yes, lord Shirak!"
Upon receiving the order, Kurlis, who had been in the rear wearing Terminator armor, sneered as he stepped into the battle formation!
The next moment, he swung his power sword, unleashing an attack like lightning!
Violent Warp lightning, carrying an aura of destruction, descended in a distorted form, instantly melting an Honor Guard member!
Kurlis took heavy steps, like a moving tank, letting out a thunderous roar: "I am Kurlis, 'Chief Librarian' of the Chaos Raptors! You damned sons of the Corpse-Emperor's rot, die!"
The addition of a psyker Librarian immediately made the situation dire again!
One must know that any 'Librarian' could unleash terrifying power on the battlefield.
"Hold him!"
Emrys' eyes were deep, and he let out a low roar.
The remaining nine Honor Guard members charged forward without hesitation!
"Get out of my way!" Kurlis roared, unleashing a psychic storm. The terrifying hurricane, imbued with high temperatures, attempted to force the Honor Guard back, creating an opportunity for him to decapitate Emrys!
But Kurlis never expected that the Honor Guard members would endure the high-temperature storm and step into his forbidden zone!
Even with their power armor almost melting from the extreme heat, their movements remained unimpeded!
A power sword, enveloped in a disintegration field, came down, forcing Kurlis to dodge sideways. At the moment he was distracted, Emrys decisively seized the opportunity and once again used the 'Heaven-Shaker' ability.
Spatial Transfer!
His figure suddenly vanished, reappearing behind Kurlis!
The Singing Spear let out a piercing shriek, wreathed in what looked like burning flames, directly piercing through Kurlis' skull!
The Chaos Librarian didn't even get to unleash his true power before Emrys ambushed him and killed him.
Seeing this, the adjutant nearly spat blood in anger. This was a 'Librarian'!
Yet, he had been killed without playing any role.
Most importantly, a full two thousand-strong company of Chaos Raptors had actually been broken through by a mere fifty people!
After eliminating the last enemy blocking his path, Emrys, almost completely drained of psychic energy, said breathlessly, "Your mission is over; you can go back."
With that, he teleported the remaining Honor Guard back to the rear.
Emrys, alone, very unsteadily used the 'Singing Spear' to maintain his stance, looking up at Star-Slayer Haarken.
"Mortal, state your name!"
Looking at Emrys, who had carved a bloody path, looking as if he had just emerged from a pool of blood, radiating killing intent, Star-Slayer Haarken remained as steady as a mountain, showing no panic whatsoever, even casting an appreciative glance: "In all the Worlds I have conquered, you are the only human who has managed to reach me!"
"Is that so? That is truly... an honor!"
Emrys' chest heaved violently. Every breath of air entering his lungs felt like a burning sensation scorching his throat.
After consecutively using his psychic abilities, he was almost completely drained!
But fortunately, he wouldn't need psychic powers in the subsequent battle.
"But in your current state... just standing is taking all your effort. You don't really think you can cut off my head, do you?" Star-Slayer Haarken observed the clearly exhausted and severely depleted Emrys with a mocking gaze, sneering derisively.
Finally, it had come to this!
How much had he paid, how many lives had he sacrificed for this moment!
Emrys looked at Star-Slayer Haarken, who was sitting on the ruins, a grotesque smile spreading across his face, as if consumed by madness, a daemon fallen into a blood-soaked hell, as he took difficult steps towards him: "Now, it's just the two of us!"
"Foolish!"
Star-Slayer Haarken sneered, seemingly with great disdain: "In your current state, I don't even need to lift a finger!"
"Come, let us have a joyful deathmatch!"
Suddenly, Emrys' body seemed to be enveloped by a dense aura of blood, and a terrifying killing intent surged forth.
Then, from his personal space, he pulled out a massive, hideous battle-axe, seemingly stained with endless blood.
Boom!
The moment the bloody great-axe struck, the dense aura of blood seemed to ignite!
In an instant, the air, and even the area within several hundred meters, seemed to echo with endless angry roars. The Chaos Raptors attempting to rush in let out agonizing wails the moment they touched the blood aura, their flesh and even their armor melting!
"Blood God Domain!"
Haarken's pupils contracted sharply, his expression showing a subtle change for the first time.
His gaze then shifted, falling upon the great-axe radiating monstrous blood aura. He seemed somewhat horrified, blurting out: "This, this is impossible! How could you possess a demonic artifact blessed by the 'Blood God'?"
"Do you like it?"
Emrys tugged at the corners of his mouth, smiling as he said, "Your Blood God gave it to me. Go ask Him for it!"
Daemon weapons are not common items.
In fact, it can be said that in the Warhammer Universe, any being capable of possessing a 'daemon Artifact' was, without exception, an object of particular attention from the 'Four Gods', and even a 'hero' they hoped would fall into corruption after his death!
Each 'daemon Artifact' imprisons the essence of an immortal being!
These beings are essentially 'daemons' from the Warp, who, after being thrown into the soul forge, are endowed with unique 'authority' and are finally forged into artifacts by either the 'Four Gods' or lesser gods themselves!
Of course, even among daemon weapons, there are distinctions in rank.
For example, the 'Hell Spear' wielded by Haarken was a 'daemon Artifact' bestowed upon him by the Warmaster Barton when he fell to Chaos!
However, what truly shocked the Hell Lord was not the fact that Emrys possessed a 'daemon Artifact'.
In fact, although daemon Artifacts are rare, there are still tens of thousands of 'daemon Artifacts' in the material universe.
It's just that as their Masters passed away, few knew where those powerful 'daemon Artifacts' had been lost.
And Haarken was not unfamiliar with instances of humans possessing 'daemon weapons'.
He had conquered countless worlds for the black Legion, and among them were several human Inquisitors who used daemon weapons.
But the problem is, Emrys is different!
He is markedly different from any 'daemon Artifact' Haarken had seen before!
The great axe, wreathed in thick blood mist, released a faint curtain, like a blood-red tent, completely isolating them from the outside world!
Inside and outside seemed to become two completely different Worlds!
The Chaos Raptor Space Marines outside, once they touched this 'blood-red curtain', would instantly ignite and turn into a skeleton.
This means that the Blood God granted Emrys the honor and valor of a duel!
And from this moment on, he, Haarken the World-Eater, and Emrys, were in an absolutely fair and just gladiatorial arena where no one could interfere; the two must fight to the death until only one remains!
It was precisely because of this that Haarken the World-Eater could be certain.
The 'daemon Artifact' held by Emrys was, without a doubt, personally forged by the 'Blood God'.
It must have melted and bound the life essence of more than one powerful daemon, making it the highest-grade 'daemon Artifact'!
"Kill you, and this daemon Artifact will be mine!"
Twisted, jealous, and abominable emotions filled Haarken the World-Eater's mind.
He cast a greedy and insane gaze towards the great axe wreathed in blood mist: "Very good, I will cut off your head to prove to the great 'Khorne' who is more worthy of owning this 'Artifact' and being its master!"
Even a Hell Lord would find it hard not to feel greedy when seeing a top-tier 'daemon Artifact'.
And coincidentally, this was exactly the situation that 'Khorne', who valued honor and craved blood, wished to see!
He didn't care who would win, nor would he favor either side!
As long as He could be pleased with blood and honor, then everything was worth it.
How could Emrys not understand the thoughts of the 'Blood God'?
But from the moment he formulated his plan, he had already made up his mind; to save Siluria, or rather, to rescue Elsa, he had to take a gamble, using his life as a chip!
Now, the bloody and cruel stage was set for them.
To be fair.
From the perspective of an ordinary mortal, the appearance of Chaos Raptor Lord, Haarken the World-Eater, definitely fit the definition of a 'daemon'.
He carried a heavy power pack like two turbines on his back, adorned with 'skulls' symbolizing slaughter and honor, pierced by pure gold spikes. His black armor had become distorted and twisted from prolonged exposure to the Warp!
His extremely hideous face was covered by an iron breathing mask, like a cage.
His blood-red and bloodthirsty eyes, peering through the mask's visor, exuded a chilling killing intent. With heavy steps, as if carrying monstrous malice, the entire space seemed to be compressed in an instant, turning into a surging tsunami that enveloped them!
Is this a Chaos Lord? !
Feeling that terrifying aura, it was as if being in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
Emrys had no doubt that this Chaos Lord, with just a glance, would be enough to break the psychological defenses of a well-trained Astra Militarum.
He exerted all his strength to inflate his lungs, trying to take in every bit of air.
Calm!
He must be calm!
He absolutely must not panic, and even less, fear!
As if sensing his master's emotions, the great axe wreathed in thick blood mist began to tremble slightly!
Just then, Haarken the World-Eater moved abruptly, the ground beneath him instantly cracking. With a loud bang, he charged forward like a tank.
Emrys's reaction was already quite fast, but he was still half a step too late.
Swish!
The Hell Spear shot through the air, aimed directly at his face!
In milliseconds, Emrys gripped the great axe with both hands, exerting all his brute strength, and, without fear, swung the axe at Haarken the World-Eater.
Trading injuries?
No, from the axe's trajectory, his goal was to trade an injury for a life!
Haarken, seeing through Emrys's intention, sneered a little. He withdrew his spear and simultaneously dodged the axe that was swung at his face.
Then, before Emrys could pull back the great axe, he suddenly stomped his foot on the axe blade.
The immense force nearly bent Emrys's back, causing him to stumble slightly, and Haarken the World-Eater seized the opening. The finely crafted power claw on his right hand, flashing with a chilling glint, suddenly lunged towards Emrys's chest!
Not good, he fell for it!
Emrys immediately sensed the danger and, disregarding his pride, rolled away to dodge.
His speed was already very fast, but he was still a little too slow. If not for the protection of the Heaven-Shaking Venerable armor, he would probably have died just now!
However, even the Heaven-Shaking Venerable armor couldn't withstand that power claw!
Three hideous wounds were instantly carved across Emrys's chest by the sharp claws, even reaching the skin beneath!
"You disappoint me greatly. Is that all you've got?"
Haarken the World-Eater did not pursue, watching Emrys create distance. A sneer appeared on his face as he coldly said, "The moment we exchanged blows, you should have realized how vast the gap between us is, shouldn't you?"
Emrys remained silent, touching the wounds on his chest, his expression becoming more serious.
Just as Haarken the World-Eater said, the gap between them was huge!
Whether in terms of their physical constitutions or combat experience, they were almost completely on different levels.
"Indeed, in the end, I still have to take a gamble."
Amidst his racing thoughts, Emrys seemed to finally make up his mind. He looked at Haarken the World-Eater and beckoned with a finger: "You talk too much. Did Khorne send you to babble at me? If you have the guts, come and kill me!"
"Very good, I like enemies who talk tough."
Facing the human who, still oblivious to his impending doom, was provoking him, Haarken the World-Eater's expression suddenly darkened: "I declare that you will be impaled by my spear!"
However,Haarken ultimately had the advantage in physique.
He exerted force with extreme brutality, using his spear to forcefully parry the great axe, then raised his leg like a cannonball and kicked Emrys in the chest!
Bang!
The immense power made Emrys retreat several steps!
Even with the amplification from the Heaven-Shaking Venerable armor and the bio-core armor, he was still at an absolute disadvantage in terms of physical attributes.
"Is that all you're capable of?!" However, Haarken's assault was like a sudden storm, giving Emrys no room to breathe.
Before he could readjust his stance, the Hell Spear was already hurtling towards his face!
Too fast. Very quickly, under Haarken's almost frenzied attacks, Emrys' stamina finally gave out, leaving him breathless.
"Kid, you're too weak!" The battle-hardened Haarken keenly spotted this flaw.
He charged forward like a brutal tank, instantly reaching Emrys, feinting a move to draw out his reaction, then unleashed a charged heavy punch to his head, causing the air itself to seemingly explode and boil!
Boom!
Emrys felt his head go numb, and the blow sent his entire body flying backward.
"Victory belongs to the Haarken World-Eater!"
Haarken took a half-step forward, gripping the blood-red spear, seemingly pouring all his strength into it.
The next moment, the ground suddenly cracked, and a sound like a tsunami tearing through the air erupted!
The Hell Spear left his hand, flying out like a streak of light!
Fast, too fast!
Even with Heaven-Shaking Venerable's warning, Emrys' reaction was still half a beat too slow.
It was this half-beat that made him lady his last chance.
Boom—!!!
Instantly, as if struck by a meteor, terrifying power was infused into his body!
Under that streak of blood-colored light, which arrived in an instant, the Heaven-Shaking Venerable armor shattered, and the sharp spear tip pierced into his flesh.
Emrys felt a sharp pain in his chest, his brain went blank for half a second, then he lost all sensation, dragged by the immense force, he was slammed through several layers of solid walls, and finally, after being impaled, he was pinned to the wall!
A grotesque and horrifying wound was torn open across his chest, the chaotic divine artifact pierced into his flesh, as if countless souls were wailing and screaming!
Blood gushed out like a fountain, gradually forming a pool of blood beneath him.
"Wah—!"
Emrys spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes dimming.
Yet, even at this moment, what lingered in his mind was not the fear of 'death'.
Instead, it was, "Khorne, you goddamn bastard, you better not be lying to me!"
In a way, he had deliberately orchestrated this outcome, but it was incredibly close!
One must know, that Hell Spear was only half an inch away from shattering his heart.
Even so, a slight deviation in distance still left Emrys severely wounded, almost without the strength to move a single finger.
"Hahahahaha"
Emrys, with great difficulty, pulled at the corners of his mouth, revealing a self-mocking smile: "I guess I'm the first person to seek death like this, huh?"
Then, he felt an endless drowsiness wash over him, as if darkness was about to engulf him!
His head drooped, as if he had completely lost all vitality.
"I won—!"
Haarken's face was filled with ecstasy, feeling an infinite surge of power within his chest.
He had proven his strength to the great 'Blood God', and he, Haarken, was the true master of the 'Demonic Artifact'!
"Hahahahaha"
However, amidst Haarken's arrogant laughter, he gradually noticed something was amiss.
"Strange, why hasn't the blood-colored curtain disappeared yet?!" His pupils suddenly constricted, and a sense of unease rose in his mind.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Immediately after, he seemed to hear a dull sound.
It was like the powerful, rhythmic sound of a giant pump operating, but Haarken quickly realized that it wasn't a 'pump' at all.
Each beat was incredibly rhythmic!
"Is it a heartbeat?!" Haarken's expression instantly turned icy cold.
With a sense of disbelief, he turned to look into the depths of the ruins, only to see 'Emrys', who had been impaled through the chest by the 'Spear of Hell' and pinned to the wall of the ruins, seemingly dead, suddenly open his eyes!
What kind of eyes were those?
Blood-red, bloodthirsty, mad, hungry, just like an awakened 'daemon'!
Even though he was on the verge of death, Emrys still hadn't given up.
What was extinguished was life, but what burned was fighting spirit!
[Your Blessing has been activated!]
[To live, facing death: Cowards shall surely perish, only courage and glory endure, to live, facing death, fight! fight! fight!]
[Effect: When the Traveler is on the verge of death, he can summon a surge of bloodied courage, doubling all fighting spirit and physique, gaining extraordinary skill. Once cowardice arises, this blessing will immediately disappear!]
Mad, completely mad!
This was Emrys' true goal!
He knew very well that by his own strength alone, it would be difficult to defeat Haarken.
Therefore, to seize even a sliver, a shred of a chance at victory, he did not hesitate to use his own life as a gamble!
And the outcome was clear, he had won the gamble!
Upon hearing the 'Traveler's' voice, Emrys lowered his head, a sinister grin spreading across his face.
An even more astonishing scene unfolded for Haarken.
The large amount of blood that had been gushing like a spring from 'Emrys'' chest, pierced by the Spear of Hell, was now, under the influence of some unknown force, seemingly consciously flowing back into his body!
The lost blood surged back into his body, as if re-injecting him with vitality!
"How is this possible?!"
Haarken's pupils constricted; he had never seen a human who could to live after being impaled through the chest!
Wait, was this guy even human?
"Hey, don't be in such a hurry to leave."
Emrys, pinned to the wall, displayed an extremely ferocious, bloodthirsty expression: "We're not finished yet!"
As he spoke, he suddenly gripped the spear deeply embedded in his chest!
Then, with force, he pulled it out of his chest inch by inch, letting blood gush out wildly and stain the surrounding ground crimson!
"Come again—!" Emrys suddenly exerted force, throwing the Hell Spear back!
Whoosh—!
The blood-red spear swept through the air like a storm.
With a loud crash, the Hell Spear grazed Haarken's cheek and impaled itself on the wall behind him!
Haarken seemed to freeze in place, his face filled with disbelief.
Just now, both the speed and the power seemed to have become stronger. What was the principle behind this?
Suddenly, he inexplicably had a rather blasphemous thought.
The great 'Blood God' wouldn't cheat, would He?
But very quickly, he violently shook his head, rejecting this blasphemous thought.
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
As everyone knew, the Blood God was the most revered for glory and courage, fairness and justice. How could He secretly cheat?
Therefore, this must be the doing of that cursed Imperial Corpse Emperor's rot!
Thinking this, Haarken the World-Eater was instantly enraged, his power claw on his right hand clenched into a fist, veins bulging on his bald head, he cast his gaze towards Emrys and roared: "Come on, if I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time!"
"Sorry, you won't get a second chance."
Emrys took a deep breath, as if finally awakening, and revealed a bloodthirsty smile.
"I accidentally fell asleep just now, thanks to your blow, I finally woke up. I really must thank you properly!"