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

Chapter 520 4.38 Attack of the Ponies

【Cardia】

In the sky above the steel wasteland, a few white shadows passed by, but one of them pulled out a very long smoke at the tail, and gradually lowered its flight altitude.

The remaining wingmen also lowered their altitude and landed with the shuttle in the middle.

boom! ! !

The shuttle almost hit the ground, a loud noise and smoke burst out, bang! The distorted hatch was kicked open, and the original figure appeared in the vast smoke.

【Prepare a car! 】

Khan shouted, and the other wingmen also landed, and their pearl-white motorcycles emerged from the cabin.

Khan looked around with his eagle-like eyes, and after confirming that there was no danger, the original body turned to help Malcador, but to his surprise, Malcador was helped out by Trazin without holding the scepter.

Khan pursed his lips and said, "Your condition is not good." 】

The white-haired young man waved his hands and laughed mockingly, "It's not in good condition but it's good enough."

Seeing Malcador's insistence, Khan stopped making any sound and continued to watch the White Scars prepare their motorcycles.

[The air pressure at high altitude ahead is very unstable, and the shuttle cannot go any deeper. We will send you there on motorcycles. 】

Malcador nodded, and Yesugei put on the windproof cloak for him. Uncharacteristically, Malcador pulled up the hood of the cloak, completely covering his face.

White Scar's hospitality was always simple but polite. Trazin also had an identical windproof cloak. The Necron tugged at it curiously. Finally, Malcador raised his hand, and Trazin's behavior of playing with the clothes was directly dismissed. Stopped, the hood was put on, just like Malcador.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and the group stopped for a moment, then immediately set off. Dust and mist rose up behind the array of speeding motorcycles, and the wheels trampled over countless corpses.

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[There are enemies ahead. 】

On the furious motorcycle, Khan narrowed his eyes,

[...Magnus. 】

The name came out of Khan's mouth softly, and a voice came from the seat behind him,

"……he?"

Khan didn't speak, the motorcycle under him roared, and the speed increased again! The heavy explosive shells on the side of the car began to align automatically.

Khan leaned down, controlled the car with one hand, and pulled out the white tiger scimitar in the other hand, reflecting the figure in the distance.

[Makado,] Chagatai Khan said, [Can you take action? There are not many Stormseers left. 】

"Okay," Malcador nodded slightly, "I had already expected him to come here."

Khan was silent for a moment, [I will send you there first, Regent. 】

Macado said calmly, "Keep going, boy, he won't stop you."

[Need to attack? 】

Getting closer and closer, Khan saw that Magnus, he was the only one, standing so abruptly on the wasteland, stepping on the magic circle at his feet, his red skin was incompatible with the entire gray world.

Magnus smiled, looked at them, and raised his hand towards their convoy - a typical psionic casting gesture.

"No need," Macado said, with a hint of truth in his words, "He is not attacking you, just keep firing on you."

Their convoy made a slight circle to avoid Magnus and his magic circle,

Magnus' figure was gradually left behind them, and the magic circle at the feet of the original body lit up.

Khan was surprised, he always felt that something was wrong with the whole thing, until——

"I feel like something is wrong?"

There was a noise behind the original body, and Trazin clicked his mechanical face, "My psychic alarm just went off."

Makado, who was sitting on the Yesugei motorcycle next to him, suddenly burst into laughter. The young man took off his hood and raised his white hair, laughing wildly.

"He really - he really attacked the wrong person!"

The boy's laughter spread far away, and then Khan heard the roar behind him. He felt Magnus's anger. The next moment, space distortion appeared next to the speeding motorcycle array.

"Go back!"

Makado cursed, and the sluggish space distortion immediately disappeared. On the high-speed motorcycle, the boy stood up, stepped on the motorcycle seat, and faced the rear of the motorcycle.

Yesugei panicked and persuaded the Imperial Regent to sit down, but the young man did not listen at all. He drew a magic circle in the air with one hand, and ominous turbulence overflowed from the runes.

"You little bastard! How dare you attack me?!" Malcador scolded, "I, Malcador, have killed more psychics than you can read! Who do you think you are better than? Do you think you are the only one? You must be clear to vote for Tzeentch!"

The young man cursed, clenched his hands into claws, and pulled out iron chains from the magic circle. The iron chains trembled violently. The devil's bat wings gradually appeared from the void. The white scars looked at Malcador in horror. Cardo actually pulled a demon out of subspace? !

The tall demon struggled hard against the iron chain, but it seemed like it was just a projection, unable to affect the motorcycle at all. Only the iron chain clanking in Malcador's hand.

It was sleeping in its demon kingdom, but was suddenly forcibly summoned by the power of the four gods.

This made Billak feel ridiculous. The demon prince who wandered among the four gods and absorbed their power knew that it was impossible for them to send down their power at the same time!

During the violent struggle, the demon prince, Beelak, saw the mortal who summoned him. The white-haired boy smiled wildly and looked as ferocious as a demon.

Belak, the first demon prince, was blessed by the four gods. He cunningly maneuvered among the four gods to obtain their blessings.

+Bilak! + Malcador shouted, followed by a chant of the demon prince's real name, + I call you here, order you to cut off Magnus' head! +

"Who are you?!" Be'lak roared, it didn't want to annoy Tzeentch!

Malcador laughed, + You don't need to know, but I promise you the power of the four gods! Bring me the head of Magnus! ——Don't worry about the four gods, they will forgive you! +

Malcador on the motorcycle took a step forward and pulled the iron chain. In front of him who had all the power of the four gods, the first demon Bilak, who relied on the power of the four gods, was restrained.

Malcador stretched out his hand and touched the struggling Bilak demon's horns, then he loosened the hand holding the iron chain and let Bilak go like releasing a white dove.

Bilak, who was cursed by Malcador, had cloudy eyes for a moment, and then flapped his wings and rushed to where Magnus was.

"Tzeentch!" Malcador shouted. "You want to interfere with my mind? I don't care what your scheme is! I'm going to fight your chosen one today!"

The boy clapped his hands in satisfaction and chuckled again with satisfaction. A wrinkle climbed up his face. Malcador's eyes were cloudy and his spiritual energy was rolling, but it did not affect the boy's laughter at all.

Malcador coughed a few times, spat on the ground, and cursed in a low voice,

"I've been annoyed with you little bastards for a long time."

Then the boy staggered back, but still sat steadily on the motorcycle seat. Malcador looked into the distance and seemed to be watching the war between Magnus and Be'lak.

The motorcycle team was still speeding, and the destination was approaching.

Behind Khan, Taraxin suddenly spoke quietly, the voice could only be heard between the two of them, "Malcador... was he like this before?" Khan was silent, his anger just ignited was awkwardly put aside, [Regency of the Empire...] Khan muttered vaguely, [It seems that the Empire has exhausted him in recent years. ] Yes, code