Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 495 4.13 Fighting, but Corax is always the most unlucky

[Here!!!]

The Khan's call penetrated the heavy fog, and a rapid flapping sound came from the fog in the distance.

Beside Chagatai, the Storm Prophet Yesugei waved his staff. The sheep head on the top of the Storm Prophet's staff was now covered with cracks, and ominous moss climbed on it, and then withered in an instant, turning into ashes representing death.

The monster running in the fog was rapidly enlarging, and the faint fog rose around the Khan, accompanied by dots of light.

+...Go...Go...+

The distant call came from afar, and since then, it has been accompanied by the surging, thousands of roars and the sound of swords and spears clashing.

[Hurry up! 】

Khan roared, he looked into the distance, the Warmaster's swollen figure appeared at the end of the corridor, rolling darkness surrounded him, the crimson surging darkness descended,

Before that, Mortarion took Khan and the White Scars directly to the Spirit of Vengeance for a short-distance psychic teleportation, which allowed them to get rid of Horus.

With every step of Horus, the end of the corridor twisted, and in a trance, Khan saw the corner of the strange maze, the rolling blood pool, and the lush garden. Those strange realms twisted, rolled, and changed all the time. The curtain was turbulent, and the boundary between the physical world and the warp began to blur.

The Primarch heard their whispers, with anger, teasing, and playing. While Mortarion was testing their bottom line, they were also looking for that critical point.

Khan felt that the deck under his feet became illusory, and the things in the warp began to try to drag them into another battlefield. For the Primarch who only understood but could not use psychic power skillfully, this would be the picture he least wanted to see.

But fortunately, they have someone who can use psychic power skillfully.

No, not Magnus.

The fog rolled rapidly and rushed to the feet of the Khan, carrying an uncomfortable breath, and Mortarion's voice clearly reached their ears,

+——The one who called me, use teleport! +

The Khan clearly saw Yesugei waved his scepter and hesitated for a moment, but then the Storm Prophets executed Mortarion's order without hesitation.

Lightning exploded on Yesugei's scepter, and he rushed into the white fog like a python, and the fog trembled.

[Retreat! ]

Leading the Qiexue and the Storm Prophets, Chagatai decisively retreated into the increasingly dense white fog behind him. There was no deck in the physical world here.

He stepped onto a corner of the garden that used to be full of vitality, but now, everything has withered, everything has withered, and death is sleeping quietly on this land.

Jaghatai knew that with the help of the active summons of the Storm Prophet and the connection with Nurgle, Mortarion successfully expanded his domain in a corner of the Soul of Vengeance.

Frost quickly climbed onto the Khan's white armor, and the special smell of psychic spells stimulated his nose. The Khan suddenly felt silence in a trance - too quiet.

Before completely immersing himself in and stepping into the rolling fog, the Khan turned his head for the last time and saw Horus who was still there.

The Khan stepped halfway into the fog, and in the gray and white that had begun to quiet down, he saw the warmaster who was receiving the power of Chaos.

Horus, who was completely furious before, had calmed down. He stood there silently, with sadness in his eyes, as if he was making a final farewell.

The Khan turned his head and jumped completely into the abyss shrouded in fog.

At the last moment, the Khan did not think about what Horus was sad about at that time?

Was he grieving the Khan's final "betrayal", or did seeing his old friend clear his mind for a moment?

Chagatai Khan had no answer to this question. He only knew that even though his ears were already silent, the buzzing of insect wings was getting louder and louder.

The Storm Prophet was still reciting the ancient spell diligently, and powerful power burst out from their scepters. The tokens made of animal and human heads were trembling violently, as if they were in a strong wind.

Khan heard the distant, unwilling and angry muttering beside the crucible. He raised the spoon and waved it to let other forces retreat.

The stench of decay floated over, and green grew again under their feet. Flies and insects rustled on the newly grown vegetation, and bees and butterflies with curved stingers climbed out from the blooming buds and flew tremblingly.

The plants grew rapidly, rustling, and the flies and insects flapped their wings, buzzing and noisy.

The thinning mist rolled more violently, and the vegetation that had just grown under the white mist withered again in an instant. Life and death completed a round of alternation at this moment. Those vibrant insects fell to the ground and began to decay into ash silently and rapidly.

At the other end, the long bell in the garden rang, one, two, three... seven!

Corax, who was about to faint, suddenly felt that Mortarion's speed suddenly slowed down. They fell suddenly in the air. The patterns on the wings of the Pale Lord suddenly became dim, and those patterns that once had obvious regularity began to become chaotic again.

Corax saw at a glance that those twisted patterns were no longer nested in sevens.

The white mist would silence as much as possible, otherwise, Corax would hear Mortarion's angry voice.

The Pale Lord held Trazyn's hand and stretched it to his waist. He pulled out a dagger from his waist. The dagger was dark and wrapped in gauze. It was long and curved, and its sharp tip was like broken glass. Ominous colorful light flickered at the edge of the dagger, indicating its unique toxicity.

Mortarion thrust the dagger roughly into Corax's hands,

+...too slow. +

The Pale Lord said, angry at the speed of Storm Prophet. Teleportation takes time and requires a stable environment.

Corax held the dagger in his hand. He looked questioningly at Mortarion, his gauntlet hissing and corroding as it touched the dagger.

+get ready,+

Mortarion whispered,

+The moment I arrive at Khan's side, stab me, banish me back, and let's get out of here. +

Corax was speechless. He wanted to ask something, but in the end he just said, [Okay. 】

Mortarion was silent. He originally planned to use the direct teleportation of the Storm Prophet and his subspace help to take them away from here.

But now, it seems his presence has once again angered Nurgle.

Then——just leave in another way!

As if worried that Corax wouldn't be able to kill him with one blow, the Raven Lord opened his eyes in shock. He saw a small Death Guard stumble out from under Mortarion's cloak.

It climbed to the center of Mortarion's wings, just within Corax's reach. The little guy turned his head and looked at Corax, holding Mortarion's cloak in one hand for balance. , the other hand waved, indicating for him to stab here.

Corax clutched the dagger, stunned.

On the other side, where the two originals didn't pay attention, Trazin was staring at the little Death Guard, the indicator light on his face flashing crazily.

The rapidly flapping wings suddenly stopped, and in a white mist, Mortarion, carrying the two men on his shoulders, broke through the mist and slammed down towards Khan's position.

The Pale Lord saw Khan and the White Scars fighting against the Nurgle demons that emerged from the ground. He clearly felt that his domain was being eroded little by little, and Nurgle was returning to it.

But fortunately, this can end now.

+thorn! ! ! +

Mortarion shouted that he had successfully touched Khan. At that moment, Khan turned back in horror, and Corax stabbed him without hesitation.

The sound of broken armor sounded, followed by Mortarion's crazy curses. A bright light burst out from the body of the Pale Lord. He instantly collapsed like an empty shell, and white mist sprayed out like blood. splash out,

The familiar feeling of warp teleportation that Corax was familiar with successfully made him vomit it out. The huge warp turbulence generated when Mortarion was exiled impacted them, instantly destroying the entire concept of this area.

Corax felt that Mortarion's existence was fading away and disappearing in an instant. This was the price that had to be paid for being exiled, but at the last moment, in the violent turbulence, above the realm where Mortarion was rapidly fading. , the Pale Lord threw them out violently!

Because of being expelled, Mortarion will return to the place where he has the most stable presence - the fleet of the Death Guard, while for the others, Mortarion will use his own domain to try to send them to safety. , in the physical world connected to their own domains.

Mortarion's realm can be connected to any physical world where Mortarion's concepts and authority exist, or where believers exist.

In the white mist, Corax felt himself retreating rapidly. He heard the sound of praise, which was a word of praise for the Pale Lord. In his peripheral vision, he saw Khan and the White Scars being knocked away by the impact and falling into the white mist. The world below—he vaguely saw it, was the room where the Storm Prophets gathered on the White Scar Fleet.

There, the Stormseers were calling out to the Pale Lord, and thus Mortarion established a connection there.

The Pale Lord's warp power impacted upon him, and the Raven Lord sensed that Mortarion had originally hoped to throw him and Trazin to the White Scar's side.

But only Trazin, who was closer to that side, fell smoothly, and the area connected by the white mist was rapidly shrinking.

Corax traveled through the chaos of the warp. He could have entered the physical world where those who called the followers of the Pale Lord lived, but at the last moment-

A cry of prayer forcibly stopped him, and the white mist was completely swallowed up by the ominous darkness. Corax instantly returned to the physical world. He lay on the ground in confusion and embarrassment. In his newly restored vision, he saw people screaming in terror around him. Those people were beautifully dressed and made up exquisitely,

And an Eldar who was watching him quietly and leading the people.

An Eldar! ! !

And in his ears, the prayers they just recited together were echoing,

"Praise be to Hades."

The Raven Lord was acutely aware that these were not the words of a prayer to Mortarion—that is, he had fallen into the wrong place.

What and what is all this, Corax thought in despair?

Praise to Hades...what is this?

Before his mind could understand the meaning of this sentence, a huge feeling of powerlessness immediately engulfed him.

Great!

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