40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 729 21. Catcher (seven, one enemy two)

Fogrem walked into the dark alone.

Judging from his eyes, this cave cannot be formed naturally. Every city of Chemos made a detailed inspection and planning at the beginning of its establishment. How could such a huge underground cave was omitted?

He thought calmly that the giant sword was still lowered to the ground. Its weight and sharpness destroyed everything on the ground where the ground passed. Extremely squeak.

Among them, the plump juice splashed around, and was quickly absorbed by the surrounding plants. The leaves also swayed gently for this, as if thanking Fergorim for doing.

He stopped for this, staring at these strange creatures silently, and time passed, and he seemed to really feel their thoughts -thanks to you, the leaves swaying, the fungus blankets were slightly swaying, they whispered so much.

Thank me?

Phoenix couldn't help his smile, but they did think so.

In the wind of corruption, they thank you sincerely: Grandfather does not allow us to do this. He loves us all. He hopes that we are harmonious and friendly as brothers, but we want more grace, so thank you for your help.

Phoenix finally laughed.

Not to mention how much he feels about these absurd words, but harmony and friendship? This is simply a big joke. How can the real family have a killing heart to each other?

With a ridicule, he continued to move forward, but he did not raise his sword, and even gave some strength on the sword -let these things continue to devour the blood of their brothers and feet. As for the so -called grandfather, he wants a harmonious family?

dream.

Fogrem didn't mind being a little malicious in this small place. He knew that that thing could see what he did, but what about that? This is just the beginning.

He stepped into the depths of the cave. Here is no large -scale moss like the periphery, but it is not completely dark. disgust.

He continued to move forward, but the deeper, the fungi blankets under his feet became thicker. The power armor provided by Belicari Kurl is still performing the work of air purification, but it can no longer be fully competent. After all, Phoenix still smells a touch of odor.

The deeper he is, the stronger the taste of breaking the line of protection of the breathing grille, which makes his intuition shake like a needle inserted in his brain, which brings indescribable pains -but pain is actually a good thing, and pain is human beings. One of the valuable gifts obtained during the evolution.

Under normal circumstances, its appearance can be regarded as a warning.

Fogrem followed the warning guidance, stared down, and saw a obese and short demon who was revealing half of his head in the bacterial blanket in front of him, and quietly observed him.

Seeing him, this thing made a sharp shout, and then immediately got back into the fungal blanket without seeing the trace. The Phoenix walked over, raised the giant sword, stabbed in sharply, then rotated his wrist, turned his shoulders

He used the purest violence to destroy this thick bacterial blanket like a city wall within a few seconds. The little devil screamed for this, jumped out of the crushed block, and turned to escape.

A steel boots stepped on it coldly.

Phoenix's voice began to echoed in the darkness around.

"Come out." He said, his tone was strict like an order.

There was a dissatisfied cough in the depths of the caves. Then, the bacteria blanket began to fluctuate, as if the waves of the waves of waves kept beating, the rock wall trembled at the same time, as if a Titan came from the depths.

The cough is getting closer and closer, Phoenix lifts the sword and waits calmly. Soon it is clear to see the true appearance of these abnormal objects from a distance from a dozen meters. Like the people, it is obese and rotten, and the antlers who are almost broken on their head.

However, it is not the same as those who are the same. This thing is more huge and more obese. The gap between its abdominal cavity is not a giant mouth full of teeth, but a simple terrible wound. The corrupt and huge intestines hover around the wound, maintaining the shaking state of the upcoming fall.

Countless dark flies flew out of it, wrapped around this thing, and played with the group of dirty and dirty, and played with the whole body.

"You shouldn't kill that poor little thing." This thing spoke with a complaint, his voice was not flushed and hoarse, but the slight sound of softness was as soft as the flowers stretched. "It has nothing wrong, but I just feel curious about you."

Fergrem frowned without saying a word, observing the description of the evil thing of this blasphemy -to say nausea or disgust, he couldn't ignore it at this time, but at this moment, the desire to kill in his heart was It's better.

The thing seemed to notice his thoughts, but he smiled strangely, showing a terrible smile with joy: "Ah, you are a direct person, I like this character."

Speaking, it blew up happily, and then rushed towards the Phoenix immediately. At the same time, a sterny cold light was revealed from behind -it was a huge and rusty big knife, which was full of dirt.

In the shaking like an earthquake, Fergorim raised his sword with one hand. Instead of starting the magnetic lock in the body, he shakes along the rhythm of the stuff.

Due to how its power is added with its own weight, it is appalling, and there is no signs of Phoenix who lost balance.

Four seconds later, the big knife collided with each other, and the decomposition of the force field beating faster or even briefly formed a blue light.

Those who are very unclear blow their mouth whistle and be happy, collect the knife and split it at a unimaginable speed -two times, three times, and three times, and Phoenix still stands in place, refuses back, and does not even hold the sword with both hands. He just stood there calmly, waved his sword with one hand, and accepted the all -shot order of the evil power.

It wasn't until the sixth second of the war arrived that he really launched a counterattack in a sense.

The left foot was withdrawn and put on the hoe with the left hand. Just two tiny movements made the whistle of the unable to stop abruptly. Suddenly, the cold blue glory really illuminated the depths of the cave.

The dirt clenched the fists in horror, the flies buzzed, and the devil was skinned and fleshy.

The knife and sword collided again. Those who were unable to break down and stepped back a few steps until they hit the rock wall, causing the moss to wailing, and then stabilized themselves.

"Oh-" It sighed, and the tumbling maggot fell from the mouth. "——This is too heavy."

I was too lazy to ignore this stupid speech, Phoenix held the sword and chopped the bacterial blanket in front of him. Between the sword and dancing, he built a road leading to the unruly person.

Yes, he is so cautious. Previously, he was alone to deepen the arrogance of the enemy's nest. It seemed that it was just a manifestation. At this time, he could even consider the details that he should not attract attention in the fierce battle.

And that thing is very appreciated.

"Very good, very good." It praised, sincere and sincere. "It is worthy of the Phoenix Fergrem of Chemos. I don't seem to introduce you to you yet? My name is Scarbarazak. My little dirt spirit is called my name. "

It hummed, and it seemed to touch its weird sense of humor.

The rotten long tongue slipped from the mouth, the maggots were squirming in the holes that were all over the whole tongue, twisted around, burst one from time to time, flying out a wet and mucus flies, and joined the darkness around it. In the community. The duckling spirit drilled into the wounds that had just been born, and helped those flesh quickly to deteriorate with their own hands, breeding more insect eggs.

After the helmet, Phoenix frowned — but he did not frown for this, and these blasphemy could not shake his will.

"Um?"

Suddenly, the devil who claimed to be Scarbulazax suddenly broke out from his throat. It seemed to turn around awkwardly and asked a dark shadow that came from behind.

"What are you doing here? You still need to stir in the pot, Taifengs."

Fergrem's pupils shrank sharply.

The black shadow named was slow to walk around at a slowly stagnant speed, and the shape looked huge and bloated in the dim light.

Death guarding the former Terminator A stayed in another way -the metal that once glory has been dirty by stinking blood, carrion and feces, and becoming potholes and tattered, like another kind of flesh and blood in the sense Hanging on him, a unicorn drilled out the dead helmet, exuding a green fog.

"Please forgive." This thing spit out a hoarse voice. "But the glory of the stirring pot has been taken over by the unbearable.

"What?" The unclean was surprised and shouted a little angrily. "The annoying Ganba ghost is here too?! Why don't you tell me that he is coming earlier, Taifengs? I don't want to do things with the smelly gardener that has no humor!"

"I don't know in advance." Taifengs continued. "However, Grandfather obviously attaches great importance to one of our future companions. The kindness He not only sent the gardener, but even the secretary and Yu Father were waiting in line."

The surprise of the unclear person turned to shock. You look at me in the dirt in the wound. I look at you, and lift up with both hands and shouting. The scene seemed to have a funny drama.

The only human audience here was completely indifferent, but he swords off another bacterial blanket, provoked it, and came out, making it flying towards Taifengs like an irregular shape.

Air -no, the radon is torn, and the only surviving traitor of the death guard has no response to the terrible attack. He stood in the place, and ate it with his rotten armor.

Eat literally.

The bacterial blanket was greedily absorbed by the dark green nails, and even the splashed juice had not been wasted at all. Taifengs sighed, then stretched his body, waved his right hand to drive the large giant sickle to turn it into a fulcrum.

He relied on it to stand straight, and then used the short left hand to perform a brief and powerful warrior ceremony to the Phoenix, which was full of respect.

"It's been a long time since I saw it, Lord Fergorim."

"The traitor." Phoenix finally spit out a word, full of disgust.

Taifeng shook his head and resolutely denied it.

"I have always belonged to my grandfather, why did I betray? I just used Matrian's stupidity at best. He was too naive and simple that he couldn't see what he should have perceived at all. It's not a traitor, an adult, but just standing on the opposite side of the empire. "

"It is not beneficial to say more." Phoenix raised his sword and raised him far away. "Come on, it's nothing more than a war."

Taisfeng nodded in surprise, and his breath poured out of his throat: "I respect your courage and Gao Jie. But unfortunately, I am afraid of this battle-"

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"——" Together. "Phoenix sneered and interrupted him. "I know your tricks and style."

"It's a soul that simply and confident!"

The big person was highly claimed to praise, and then rushed towards him immediately.

This time, its charge is still strong, but it is more than twice as fast as that time. The bacterial blanket is no longer sinking and shaking, but cracking directly under its feet. The rusty horror weapon in his hand shows a rare martial arts that does not meet its existence.

Phoenix observed its charging route coldly and immediately dodge sideways, but his goal was not the devil, but the dark bullets fired from the blasphemy of the firearms from Taifengs. The whole sixteen rounds were avoided by the slightest difference.

But this also means that the charge of the big person has become a question that he must deal with positively -May I ask, a thing is about seven meters high and it is likely to be width and seven meters. And you can't dodge, how should you deal with it?

Phoenix's answer is simple: just cut it.

"laugh--"

Along with a certain kind of soft sound, the decomposition field of the eternal disaster came out again, but this time, it looks like a boiling lake surface.

Just one face, Scarbarazaks had dozens of visible bone scars on the body again. The dirt screaming was anxious and uneasy, and it seemed to realize something.

But those who are very uneven no longer need their reminders. It shouted, shaking from the sword dancing like a meat grinding machine like a meat grinding machine, and the maggots were sprinkled in the sky, all from an extremely dangerous, from an extremely dangerous, from a very dangerous, from The terrible sword marks spread from its left shoulder to the waist and abdomen.

Fergrem made a hit and did not chase, but instead returned to the sword and pierced it, and the giant sickle in Taifengs, who came to face, immediately hit it out. The traitor groaned, unable to resist the huge power, and Boscabexax, who had retreated, was far away.

"Come on." Phoenix laughed behind the helmet. "Let us continue."

The big person patted himself in doubt, holding up its cracked fat as if nothing happened, and stuffed the corruption with the maggots, and then sincerely asked a question.

"How can you be unhappy?" It asked extremely puzzledly. "My plague has already been broadcast."

Fergrem threw a ridicule at it, and then he rushed forward with a sword with one hand, and the clear lake light surged again. Skabra Sax could not avoid it, so he had to rush to fight.

It has the sensitivity and extremely powerful power that does not meet its body shape, but it can only be tied with Foggrim -it is true that it is fast, but the sword of Phoenix must be faster than it. Its power is extremely strong, but it is useless because it cannot hit Phoenix at all. The chopping or split of the big knife was either swayed or evaded.

A few times, it was forced to take a few steps again, and its right rib also had a dangerous deep sword marks, as if only a little, Fergrem could cut it.

Of course, for those who are unruly, it is only a good difference. It patted its own body, and the dirt spirit combined the cracked, hot, and full of juice two pieces of rotten meat together, and the wounds were reduced as if it was just a squeeze born due to fat. wrinkle.

Phoenix took a step back, and returned to the center of the open space he created again. He stood firm and straight on the rock that really belongs to the whole of Chemos, and began to irony.

"Your plague is as ridiculous as your useless master, your stupid waste -no, I shouldn't call you waste, the traitor behind you is the real waste. I don't even dare to attack me again. "

In laughter, Phoenix slowly lifts his sword.

"There are still three so -called gods like you? Gardener, Secretary Officer, what else is there? Well, I will kill you first, and then kill them."

Taifengs held his twisted sickle and shook his head again. Different from Stakabratex, who is already angry in the real sense, he is still very calm, which is very different from the eager traitor.

This calm may come from the constant fighting between him and the death guards, or because he really faced himself, he was superior, but Fergorim thought that this was not the case.

In the past 10,000 years of staying in Chemos, he has not dealt with his death guards with his duration. In the past 10,000 years, the power of dirt is very active, and this is all due to the original. The body.

To this end, Motarian's son -in -law had to go around the Milky Way. Wherever there are plague raging, they will have them.

In this way, this seems to be sad and sighing -his father and his son met again on the battlefield, but he raised the swordsmen with each other, with unparalleled hatred and sadness.

And Tafengs was present every time.

Every time, as long as Matrian's stolen body appears in a certain world, he must be present.

What about this time?

With a cautiousness clouded by mockery, Fulgrim carefully sensed the darkness around him. He did not believe that his brother's body was not there, but this time, he was wrong.

There was indeed something in the darkness, but it was not Mortarion.

"Father."

Something shouted in unison, and then screamed in pain, emerging from the deepest darkness under the guidance of Typhon's scythe.

"I am afraid you will need to kill them first." Typhon said.

The phoenix finally roared.