Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 232 04.0231: ‘Arresting the Target’

Under Horatio’s tactical arrangement, Ravenno rushed towards the Lord of Carnivores, and began to focus his psychic power again in his hidden hands.

Sensing the disturbance of unfamiliar psychic energy, the Lord of Carnivores immediately discovered the Inquisitor’s intentions.

He waved his long staff, channeling a violent scarlet warp force, and engaged in a psychic game with the Inquisitor.

On the other side.

After a very short stalemate and looking at each other, the two people in close combat raised their weapons almost at the same time.

Buzz!

The teeth of the three chainsaw weapons bit together, bursting out brilliant sparks.

Although the Lord of the Butcher was once a mortal, he now wields two huge chainsaw axes skillfully, and his offensive is not much weaker than that of the Astartes.

Even in the years of slaughtering, the moves he figured out by himself, although not completely in line with the principles of military attack, are very suitable for him, and a different kind of killing aesthetics is presented in the slashing.

Horatio started with the moves of the Meyer School, wielding the Holy Blood Chainsaw Sword, with the iron hand leading the force, and the left hand flexibly turning the hilt, fighting with it in a more flexible way than the single-handed wrist.

The chainsaw sword is like a swimming dragon, showing an 8-shaped disordered attack, and the cutting serrated blade keeps rushing towards the opponent.

Although the Butcher Lord has superb skills, the difference in the reach of their weapons makes him fall behind.

Horatio accurately controls the maximum attack length of the Holy Blood Chainsaw Sword. Whenever the Butcher Lord rushes forward, he can always rely on the safe distance brought by the length of the sword to pull him back, and then use the attack and serrated blade to force him back.

‘An inch longer, an inch stronger’, he had left several deep scars on the Butcher Lord during the offensive and defensive battles, and seized the opportunity during an enemy block, and pulled the chainsaw sword downwards, crushing the thumb of his left hand.

Over time, the Butcher Lord, whose patience was exhausted by the pulling tactics, became more and more impatient. He roared, and his iron-like arms exerted force again, launching a more bloodthirsty and fierce attack.

Horatio swung the chainsaw sword steadily like a great swordsman in the ancient Terra German region, and made a windmill chop.

The Carnivore Lord saw through his intention, separated an axe to parry, and took the opportunity to use the axe hook to block the chainsaw sword, preventing him from drawing the sword back to defend and block.

Then he decisively threw another roaring chainsaw axe, overcoming his previous helpless distance disadvantage.

He had a clear plan. At this moment, the opponent's sword was stuck by the axe and he could not go back to block. Even if he abandoned the sword, the distance did not allow him to dodge in time. Then there was only one fate for this powerful enemy, that is, "brain hole opened".

Thinking of this, the Butcher Lord laughed grimly, as if he had begun to enjoy the joy of victory in advance.

Ping!

Just as he expected, relying on the anticipation of his attack and the precise and powerful control of the axe blade, he successfully hooked the Holy Blood Chain Saw Sword with the Chain Axe.

The teeth of the two weapons pressed together, like two beasts wrestling and biting each other.

The Butcher Lord laughed wildly and satisfied, and raised his right hand to throw.

This flying axe was the death knell he was about to ring for his opponent.

And the opponent in front of him, for some reason, had no reaction, and his figure was still as calm as before.

He must have been frightened by his unexpected move!

Just when the Butcher King was about to get carried away by his trick, the evil fire on his body that protected him from harm disappeared.

He swung his axe and was ready to throw it with his face wide open.

He suddenly discovered that this corpse king servant had manipulated a servo skull to fly to... his flank? !

As if he had already predicted his tactics, the skull wearing a small bicorne hat opened its dark mouth, and the laser muzzle inside had been waiting for a long time.

Sharp! Light spurted out of the skull's mouth, and a beam of hot laser hit the Butcher King's body, burning his body.

"Ah!" The unbearable pain forced him to let out an extremely shrill scream, and his strong body couldn't help but collapse.

Horatio seized the opportunity and pulled out the officer's bullet pistol from his waist.

The click of the hammer in place was crisp and pleasant.

"Game over."

A faint voice came from the helmet of the faceless opponent, announcing that his death was imminent.

His slender index finger pulled the chrome trigger.

Bang!

The death knell sounded.

Plop.

The heavy body of the Butcher Lord fell down, and the ferocious and terrifying demon skull mask was smashed to pieces by the loyal bomb blessed by nano-aromatherapy and holy water.

Then the whole head exploded, and the black, red and white mixed body fluids splashed on the dirty and dark ground, and soon it was covered by other equally filthy blood.

"Huh." Horatio blew away the gunpowder smoke from the hot muzzle, turned the bullet revolver around his fingertips, and put it back into the holster.

Everything was within Horatio's calculations. He deliberately used the pulling tactic to lure the Butcher King to come up with other tricks in a fit of rage, so as to dispel the Scarlet Mighty's bet on him for the duel.

When the flames of protection disappear, the servo skulls he arranged around his opponent can fire instantly.

[The Emperor should not mind me winning in this way.] He thought.

Ziz! ——

A psychic fire exploded, and one of the residual flames splashed over. Horatio hurriedly dodged to the side. Even at a distance, he could feel the terrible power of the psychic power that was so cold that it was "hot".

He looked at the Inquisitor, whose psychic power had gradually gained the upper hand in the confrontation, suppressing the scarlet evil power of the Carnivore Lord and shrinking continuously.

"Hungry civilians! Fight those who oppress you! Taste my delicious meat! Ah! Ah!" The Carnivore Lord screamed, tortured by the Inquisitor's psychic power, howling and screaming in pain.

"Give up, you have no hope of winning!"

"Don't underestimate the power of the hungry people! Dogs of the Empire!"

The Carnivore Lord laughed wildly, revealing his dark and bleeding gums, and the eight-pointed star behind him began to flash a strange light.

Suddenly, a large basin of mercury mixed with ashes suddenly appeared above his head, pouring on the head of the Carnivore Lord like a waterfall.

"What...it's actually...Ahhh!!!"

The Carnivore Lord was stunned and his heart was chilled. The mercury that flowed into his mouth interrupted his words and choked his screams in his throat. The eight-pointed star behind him was also wrapped in ashes and mercury. The scarlet blasphemous light dimmed and finally disappeared.

Inquisitor Ravenno looked up and saw a woman with a vague figure, as strange as a ghost, and two servants wearing Gothic clothes beside her.

She didn't know when she appeared above the stands, and disappeared like a ghost after Ravenno noticed it.

But the situation didn't allow him to think too much. He seized this opportunity in time and increased the intensity of mental suppression.

The Carnivore Lord's legs trembled, and finally he knelt on his knees involuntarily, unable to move.

Seeing this, the agents of the Tribunal rushed up and threw the Carnivore Lord to the ground fiercely.

Although there were many people who pounced on them, they were not in a mess at all. Obviously, this was not the first time they had carried out such a capture mission.

At the first moment, someone tore his clothes and banner made of human skin into pieces, while another pair of hands covered with rune sheepskin broke the eight-pointed evil weapon on his back, and the iron hammer soaked in holy water smashed the abominable mask on his face.

The biggest strong man pressed his knee against the back of his neck and pressed him to the ground, and the ponytail woman pressed against his body and pulled the trigger of the tranquilizer gun.

The Inquisitor kicked away the remains of the mask of the Lord of Carnivores.

It was an old man with disheveled hair, pale face, exposed fangs, and deep red eyes, who looked like a vampire count in a horror story.

But now, he rolled his eyes and drooled, lying motionless like an old beggar who could be seen anywhere in the lower nest.

"Handcuff him with soul-locking handcuffs." After the Inquisitor ordered the treatment of him, he turned around and looked anxiously at the tens of thousands of hungry people under the stage who were like a tsunami, and frowned with worry.

The frenzied and uncontrolled crowd below the stage surged upward like a tide of corpses, surrounding the podium where Horatio and the Inquisitor were standing, turning it into an isolated island.

Their goal was the huge mountain of roasted corpses that exuded a strange aroma.