The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 222 Chaos Lord Khorne

The sharp long blades kept slashing at the surrounding Chaos Warriors of Khorne, easily knocking these heavily armored warriors away.

However, these Chaos Warriors did not flinch at all. They had already sacrificed their souls to the Chaos Gods, and the full-coverage heavy armor on their bodies had long been deeply bound to their bodies.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

Ouch——

As the Chaos Warriors roared, even the mutant rat troll could not resist the increasing number of injuries on its body, so it roared to the sky angrily.

The dimensional stone engine embedded in the flesh on the back immediately made bursts of noise, and dimensional lightning filled with evil green light began to slowly gather, preparing to bombard the surrounding enemies.

Although its brain modified by warpstone cannot make it highly intelligent, it is still enough for him to start the engine behind it.

Rumble——

Dimensional lightning fell from the sky, instantly chopping a dozen Chaos Warriors surrounding him into ashes, and at the same time stalling the offensive of the Khorne Warriors.

roar--

A large amount of foul-smelling scarlet blood spurted out from its wound, bathing Sigurd's entire body in the blood falling from the sky.

What, are you saying this is unworthy of the Blood God?

This is just a tactical shift, not an escape.

The huge body directly knocked away the Khorne warriors who were trying to block the way. The power of the spiked shoulder armor was not reduced, and it hit the mutant rat troll who was watching the show!

Sigurd raised his two axes high, and his whole body emitted bursts of dazzling red light. With the blood of the rat troll dripping from his body, he looked like a real bloody warrior.

In its expectation, this little red man should be easily chopped into pieces like his companions, right?

Click~

roar!!!

The red light flashed, and the mutant rat troll felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and then he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"There is no conflict between us, but because I want to see blood, and you dirty ratmen are the closest, of course I will kill you first."

Sigurd didn't seem to care about the trapper's inquiry. Instead, he hacked a wolf and rat pretending to be dead and said nonchalantly:

Dong~dong~dong~

Heavy footsteps came from behind, and even the crazy mutant rat troll's eyes showed a trace of surprise, looking at the figure in the distance in surprise:

The nearly 3-meter-long body is covered with thick scarlet plate armor, with two blasphemous stone slabs bearing the mark of Khorne hung on its chest, and its whole body exudes an evil aura!

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

"NO, NO! The Horned Rat has no hostility towards the Chaos Gods. Why does it suddenly attack us?"

He was once an ambitious champion warrior. After killing everyone in his tribe and sacrificing their souls to Khorne, he received the mission of Khorne:

Entering Kislev!

"You...you will pay the price!"

"Really? Then come together. Today is destined to be a river of blood. Let you and the blood of these dirty rats be used as sacrifices to the great Blood God!"

However, these warriors who have just been blessed by the Blood God seem to be overconfident in their own strength and have no idea what it means to have mountains beyond the mountains.

Facing the trapper's death struggle, Sigurd cut it in half with a disdainful axe, and then shouted to the soldiers who were slaughtering the ratmen:

Looking at this terrifying warrior who was half as tall as themselves, some Khorne warriors who thought they were powerful dropped the mutant rat troll directly, raised their battle axes and roared:

"Sigurd! You coward finally showed up, I want to challenge you!"

Before he finished speaking, Sigurd took the lead and rushed towards these Khorne warriors, not caring at all that these warriors were the warriors who had been following him.

The surrounding Khorne warriors looked at the red light on Sigurd's body with envy, and they slashed and killed the surrounding ratmen even more crazily, expecting that they could also obtain such glory.

Feeling the strong smell of blood in the air, Sigurd's blood-red eyes covered by Khorne's rabbit-eared helmet continued to emit red light and lightning, apparently having received the baptism of divine grace.

Seeing that this little red man who was less than half his height actually dared to bump into him, the mutant rat troll angrily waved the sharp blade in his hand and faced it.

Even the Norscan raiders who were trying to attack with javelins in the distance were so frightened by this giant beast that they retreated and had no choice but to scatter around.

For a moment, the mutant rat troll looked like it was suppressing the Khorne warriors!

Looking at these Khorne warriors who were performing blood sacrifices, Sigurd's distorted face gradually revealed a ferocious smile.

"As long as you cut off your head, I can become the Blood God's new favorite and new champion!"

"Prepare the altar, sacrifice their dirty souls to the Blood God, and then march to Praag to make Kislev disappear from this world!"

The clan rats in the nest had already given up resistance. Sayazi ran faster than him. Only some giant nest rats with low intelligence and used for digging holes were still resisting.

roar?!

"A bunch of trash! A bigger rat beat you back repeatedly. Are you worthy of the blood god's gift to you?"

A rat trapper looked at the corpse of the mutant rat troll in despair, raised the trap in his hand in despair, and asked Sigurd in the distance.

In all conscience, they really didn't do anything to offend the Norscans. At most, they just stole some food!

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Waaaah——"

Facing the ridicule of these little men, [Sigurd] did not show any anger. Instead, he looked at these young men in surprise and shouted:

…

According to the intention conveyed by Khorne in his mind, as long as he can destroy Kislev, the great Blood God will promote him to become the Chosen of Khorne, and he may even have a chance to become the Demon Prince!

Thinking of this, Sigurd's eyes towards the east gradually became fanatical.

Everything happened so fast that it wasn't until he fell to the ground that the mutant rat troll noticed that his hands with sharp-edged gloves had been chopped off.

Taking this opportunity, the mutant rat troll also fiercely pointed its claws at the other Khorne warriors who were retreating, immediately leaving huge cracks in their armor.

The Khorne warriors howled and launched an attack, but this time the target was no longer the rat troll, but their own Chaos Lord.

As the battle ax fell hard, the huge head of the mutant rat troll also rolled to the ground.

"Hahaha, this feels really good. So much blood will definitely please the Blood God, right?"

A roar comparable to the roar of a rat troll came from behind them, and the Khorne warriors who were originally flinching looked behind them, with a trace of fear and bloodthirsty impulse in their eyes.

The most eye-catching thing is the two double-edged battle axes glowing blood red in the opponent's hands. Yellow lightning fills the ax blades, which is daunting.

Kislev, you should serve as a stepping stone to my [God’s Choice Trial] and completely destroy me bit by bit!

How did he know that on the other side of the world, in the Naggaros area, there was also an elf who was doing the [God's Choice Trial] and was preparing to arrive.

The tens of thousands of elven armies are enough to make this Norscan army of hundreds of thousands of people drink a pot.

And unlike Sigurd... he has been upgraded to the [God's Chosen One] in advance!

(End of chapter)