Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

The sound of brass tapping sounded, and the duel began. Everyone quickly rushed to the arena and picked up weapons. Some people ran deeper to get things they were more comfortable and skilled in using.

Even the Khorne berserker who was chatting and laughing with Lin Fan just now was running very fast, which made Lin Fan a little distressed in his mortal body. He could not run as fast as them anyway.

As soon as Lin Fan entered the fighting arena, he saw a long sword thrown towards him.

The same Khorne berserker who had spoken to him was standing not far away from him, holding a two-handed ax and looking at him.

"You should be used to using a long sword."

"Ah, I usually use a chain sword, but a long sword should be good too." Although Lin Fan would rather say that his fists are also quite commonly used.

"In that case, let's start the fight." Without giving Lin Fan a chance to say much, the Khorne Berserker made a gesture of preparing to charge, indicating that Lin Fan should also be prepared.

Lin Fan was deeply moved by these warriors with martial ethics. What a good group of people. They never think about sneak attacks or attacking first when fighting. They will also consider you very considerately and give you choices. Wearing a suitable weapon is to have a fair duel.

In this case, come on, Lin Fan decided to use the fighting skills entrusted to him by the Forbidden Army as much as possible to defeat this respectable enemy in front of him, instead of insulting his brave and upright soul with his own fists.

"Kill!!! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!!!" The roar sounded, and the Khorne Berserker's still talkable appearance immediately changed. The blood-red armor seemed to be filled with blood, which was constantly steaming. There was a red blood mist, and the eyepieces of his helmet were shining with bloodthirsty and carnage. Like a wild beast that had lost its mind, he slashed at Lin Fan with his two-handed axe.

The Berserker of Khorne is caught up in the thirst for battle and blood. This killing machine born for war will never stop until he falls or the enemy is not killed.

The large-scale attack and the extremely exaggerated speed of swinging the ax showed that this blow must not be easy. Lin Fan moved one foot back and crushed the floor made of brass and black iron, letting his mortal body The light body will not fly away from this violent blow.

when!

The long sword and the ax blade that were blocked horizontally collided with each other. The huge impact caused Lin Fan's feet supported behind the body to even slide back a short distance. The long sword that looked sharp but a little thin was worthy of being Khorne himself. Produced by the supervisor, there is absolutely no problem with the quality. There was not even a gap left in the collision.

The berserker failed to hit the target, twisted around, and turned the ax back behind him. Then he slashed down with another fully charged heavy attack with his backhand. This set of smooth movements reminded Lin Fan of those good red-tasseled spears shown in martial arts dramas. The hero, and the berserker easily swung this huge two-handed ax into a spear as light and agile, and his fighting skills and power are self-evident.

Being beaten passively like this is obviously not in line with the teachings of the Forbidden Army. After all, it is okay to deal with Lucius, who is helpless with a whip of more than ten meters. Lin Fan does not need to excessively avoid a berserker who is fighting in close combat.

With the help of vision, Lin Fan easily dodged this thunderous blow by turning slightly sideways. The ax blade barely scraped against Lin Fan's storm carapace, and some ceramic shards and sparks were thrown out.

The powerful and heavy blow brought about the slow change of moves. The berserker did not expect that such a fast blow could be easily dodged, but his rich combat experience still allowed him to make a move when he was caught up in the desire to kill. The most correct response.

Lin Fan's long sword thrust out straight towards the berserker's shoulder armor. All he had to do was insert it and cut upwards or downwards to make this sharp sword cut off the berserker's arm.

The berserker loosened his grip on the two-handed axe, and quickly raised his hand to grab Lin Fan's sword blade. The huge palm wrapped in armor firmly restricted Lin Fan's sword blade, leaving him embarrassed. It was embarrassing enough to pierce the berserker's shoulder armor without being able to cut off his arm.

Another fist struck quickly, blowing a gust of wind straight into the right half of Lin Fan's face.

But it was obvious that if Lin Fan just raised his hand to resist, he could still be faster than the Berserker putting down his ax and punching. Lin Fan raised his hand into a palm, just in time to block the Berserker's life-threatening blow. one strike.

The berserker's fist could not move forward at all, and he felt as if he was as weak as pushing the entire mountain with one hand.

The two fell into a brief state of stillness, but Lin Fan's next words shattered everything and plunged the Berserker into even more uncontrollable anger.

"Please, you're weak."

The scalp under the helmet burst with blood vessels due to the extreme anger of being humiliated. The berserker yelled angrily: "Ahhhhhhhhh!" Then he slammed his head into Lin Fan, not thinking about temporarily retreating to regroup. He jumped up and launched another attack.

Lin Fan was knocked back a few steps by the berserker's headbutt. There were a small number of helmet fragments left on his head from the berserker's headbutt with too much force. The berserker's helmet did have some metal deformation. .

But he didn't care, he raised his ax again and charged forward without any pause, as if there were no injuries on his head under the twisted helmet.

Lin Fan used his own vision to capture the movements of the berserker, and each time he could slightly adjust his body shape at the limit so that the ax lightly brushed against his body. He no longer wanted to continue attacking, but hoped I can use this precious opportunity to practice my dodge.

After all, the movements of the berserkers were much slower than those of the imperial guards who showed no mercy.

The berserker became angrier as Lin Fan dodged. Dodging attacks was something only a coward would do. In this rage, he slashed faster and faster, and Lin Fan's dodge became increasingly difficult.

Finally, with another simple and swift blow from the berserker, the huge and heavy two-handed ax finally hit Lin Fan's shoulder.

The storm trooper's shoulder armor was not broken, but was cut like tofu without any wounds except for the range of the ax blade. Its super cutting ability infected by the subspace is already comparable to that of a power sword with the maximum power output. .

Lin Fan's feet also sank hard into the metal ground of the arena during this heavy blow, leaving behind a pair of deep footprints. The one was obviously harder than carapace. The metal ground collided with the soles of his shoes, causing the Lin Fan was walking barefoot now, but the double-headed eagle on his chest was no longer repaired, and he seemed to have fallen into silence.

"Why?" The Berserker couldn't understand. In such a violent blow, even the divine iron forged by Khorne himself was somewhat shattered, but he was unscathed. The feel of the ax in his hand could only tell him that the blow was a blow. All that was broken was the carapace and clothing, and the skin was not even scratched into it.

"Uh, I'm sorry. I haven't figured out the limits of my abilities yet. I will tell you when I figure it out. Do you still want to fight?" Lin Fan felt a little guilty. He seemed to have seriously hit a brave and upright warrior. heart of.

The Berserker chuckled twice. To be honest, it didn't sound good. He took off his helmet, revealing a pale and weathered face, and then raised his ax high again: "A real warrior can only draw a knife. Come to the stronger one! Only one can win!"

"You are worthy of respect." Lin Fan sighed with emotion. They are both believers in Chaos, but the gap between them as human beings is too big. Although the warriors of Khorne like blood and killing, at least they still have a bottom line and dignity in some aspects.

Under the expectant gaze of the berserker and another heavy blow as he gave up his protection, Lin Fan's long sword pierced his body and shattered into pieces. The berserker fell, and Lin Fan looked at him with complicated eyes: " Do you have a name? If I figure it out, I can at least tell you."

"Yerkes Omar, veteran of World Eaters 1st Company, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Lin Fan couldn't hear the second half of his sentence and didn't know what he was going to say.

Under Lin Fan's silent gaze, Omar died. No one knew what he saw at the end of his life. Maybe it was the throne of Khorne, maybe it was the light of the Emperor.

The real berserker (Qizhen)