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

Chapter 515 4.33 Fight! dog! stick! Law!

When did things come to such an ending?

Malcador didn't know.

【die! ! ! 】

The bloody spear roared past my ears!

Malcador turned his head, a few strands of white hair splashed out, he stepped on the wall with the soles of his feet, and jumped into the air like a spiritual ape, bang! The rickety old man's feet stood on the bloody spear, and the scepter danced in the air, creating a golden shadow.

Blood Red Alpha suddenly drew his spear, but Malcador's staff was one step faster!

Boom! There was a heavy muffled sound as metal collided, and Malcador immediately jumped up again. The usually slow-moving old man was as agile as an ape now!

boom! Another blow!

The blood spear once again stabbed Macado, who was falling in the air, and when he saw that the spear was about to pierce - the soles of Macado's feet lit up with a faint light, and a small magic circle lit up from the soles of the old man's feet,

As if he were stepping on the ground, Malcador took advantage of the magic circle and hid towards the ground, dodging the violent blood spears. The old man lowered his center of gravity and squatted and climbed smoothly on the ground, his scepter like a sweeping whip. Swipe towards the original body's feet!

Tall people are afraid of this move——

Dazzling golden light surrounded the old man's hand. He was familiar with how to use it, and his psychic powers increased, boy!

BANG! ! !

Another blow!

The figure of Blood Red Alpha flickered, but finally stabilized. In front of Malcador, the original body's reaction speed was not even fast enough——

The spear stabbed down, and Malcador immediately rolled out of the way. At the same time, his scepter was inserted into every crack, constantly interfering with the footsteps of Blood Red Alpha.

Alpha let out an angry roar, and the original body leveled the blood spear and yanked it towards both ends with both hands. The spear immediately separated from the center. The strange dimensional crack was wrapped in blood, and the split spear turned into two handles in the original body's hands. dagger.

Blood Red Alpha wielded his two swords. The shortened attack distance brought a more flexible attack method, and the original body's speed became faster.

Malcador's eyes moved and he immediately moved away. He stepped back and raised one hand - aiming at the giant chandelier on the ceiling.

The golden light exploded in the old man's hand, and at the same time, the huge crystal chandelier made a loud bang on the ceiling! Hit it straight down!

The blood-red Alpha suddenly raised his head and raised his arms to try to catch the crystal waterfall that was pouring down. The bright starlight exploded. Malcador raised his hand without any hesitation. The golden light on his fingertips flashed, and all the furniture in the room floated slightly——

Machado holds it with five fingers! Ten people were sitting on a long sofa, a solid wood desk, a bookcase covering one wall, a marble clock... and it was thrown at the figure in the center of the crystal waterfall!

Bang bang bang bang!

Malcador's eyes were burning with golden flames, and the old man stared at the man among the flying debris with an unkind expression.

As if feeling something, Malcador stretched out his right hand forward, his palm turned sideways, his fingers slightly bent, and his pupils narrowed——

boom! ! ! A deafening sonic boom sounded!

The tip of the dagger trembled and was placed in front of the tip of Malcador's nose. The right hand that was stretched out earlier was now firmly holding Alpha's flying sword!

Without waiting for Macado to react, the rich blood on the sword divided into eight red snakes, snaking down from the dagger, wrapping around the old man's arm, hissing and baring its fangs, piercing the flesh.

Malcador's eyes trembled, and the old man's figure began to tremble.

The power of Khorne... blood was burning in Malcador's eyes.

[When did you have such superb practical skills? 】

Rough gasps came from the ruins. Malcador, who was eroded by the power of the Blood God, narrowed his eyes and stared at the figure in the rising smoke.

A smile appeared on the corner of Macado's mouth, but it was fleeting.

"Your combat skills are nothing more than that."

Not like the dead.

At least in the actual battle with Malcador, the deceased was really sinister.

Malcador's memory was blurred for a moment. Without pursuing a glorious battle, no one would want to fight the dead in an environment with many obstacles.

The battle with the others... Makado thought, it was still too monotonous.

The breath of blood on the tip of his nose brought him back to the ever-changing battlefield. Makado stabilized his mind. He gritted his teeth. The breath of blood spread in his mouth. The old man drank loudly,

"When did you betray the Empire?!"

In the smoke and dust, loud laughter sounded,

【What is betrayal? What is loyalty? 】

The corner of Malcador's eye twitched slightly, and the old man said seriously,

"...I now start to favor stupid people who are straightforward."

[I should remember your teachings...my teacher...I have been pregnant countless times——]

The words stopped abruptly in the air, the air waves broke through the fog, and the dagger slashed towards Malcador!

[Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull offering skull seat! 】

The old man was thrown into memories by the words. Malcador's pupils reflected the rapidly enlarging blood-red Alpha. The old man trembled slightly and tried to get out of the way, but in the end he took a step slower——

The blood sword pierces the mortal heart!

The bloodthirsty smile on Alpha's lips cracked slightly, but the next moment, the original body suddenly realized something was wrong. Alpha turned around quickly, but it was too late!

In front of him, the phantom composed of spiritual energy broke open and turned into blazing flames. Golden flames instantly ignited on Alpha's body. Behind Alpha, he held a bloody sword in one hand, dragging the tip of the sword to the ground, and pushed up Malcador, who had messy hair on his forehead with one hand. Step forward slowly.

The tip of the sword dragged a clear trail of blood on the ground, and the feet of his white robe were stained with scarlet.

Malcador exhaled a thick breath, raised his head contemptuously, turned his head slightly, and stared at Blood Red Alpha with anger in his eyes.

At this moment, Malcador was extremely sharp.

"You have thirteen seconds."

Malcador glanced at the bloody sword in his hand. The blade of the sword had already become dim at this moment. The old man stretched out his hand and loosened his palm slightly. With a clang, the magic weapon fell to the ground, like scrap metal.

Malcador's blood-tinged eyes returned to Alpha.

As if seeing a shocking scene, Blood Red Alpha coughed, and he laughed in disbelief. The golden flames burned him, making him miserable.

[Let me ask you, teacher - what is the difference between you and me? 】

Malcador's pupils shrank sharply, "Is this your answer?"

Alpha laughed. He laughed painfully in the blazing golden flames. His blood-red claws scratched his mutated head, and blood spattered. Alpha opened his arms, and the red flames rose. In just a few seconds, Alpha's body became even larger.

【Makado...you once told me something,】

While roaring, mocking words sounded. In his distorted vision, Alpha saw Malcador in front of him. Malcador, is this you? When did you become so arrogant?

He thought of the figures sitting on both sides of the chessboard at the beginning of his life. Malcador always hoped to use the chessboard to teach him something.

Malcador...are you awake again?

【——No regrets for making a move! 】

[Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull offering skull seat! ! ! 】

Before the thirteen seconds were over, the blood-red Alpha, covered in golden flames, rushed out violently.

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