On this battlefield, the struggle between rebels and loyalists spiraled out of control. The beliefs that drove the conflict no longer existed, and all that remained was the impulse to stimulate war.
Anger, despair, and fear took over the souls of men, and the storm nourished the violent hearts and strengthened the power of the things in the warp.
Sevatar could hardly see humans in the whirlpool, but there were still a group of creatures that were once humans, connected with many bodies, like a big tree full of knots, and the branches were countless arms and
thigh.
The body shifted as Chaos tightened its grip, but the pillar was still there, giving him a chance.
The storm roared around him, and the psychic waves swept away the extraordinary being who dared to plunge into the storm alone, but he just held on to his halberd tightly, because huge danger would come during this attack.
The storm will try to make him give up the fight and then destroy him.
The physical world became the most fragile and bleak aspect of this struggle, and the Crow Prince worked to divide his attention precisely in half, balancing offense and defense and strengthening each other.
Then, he swung the roaring halberd, like a forked lightning, hitting multiple targets at once.
The mortal knots in the storm erupted in psychic fire, burning body and mind simultaneously, spreading destruction from one plane to another.
Sevatar struck hard again and again, and as the halberd flew, the tentacles and claws that hit him broke off one after another.
At this moment, his will is unshakable, and his rage destroys the world.
Many monsters that were once humans died of despair.
The dizzying energy closed in on him, but his defenses were impenetrable and he rejected the false promise.
Soon, the storm began to weaken before his attack.
Without human nourishment, the whirlwind gradually dissipated, and the wider vortex also shrank, and the airflow became less ferocious as Savitador destroyed the knots.
Slowly, the subspace energy lost its cohesion and gradually dissipated.
As the storm recedes, and as Sevatar resists the new temptations of victory and speed, his self-control and defense are more important than ever.
Even so, he saw the end of the struggle coming.
Suddenly, something moved in the storm that was about to end.
Sevatar could not clearly feel what it was.
It stirs the storm's currents and reaches out from the depths of the Warp, acting with intent.
Responding to the orders of a being pressing against the thin veil of the physical world, and angry that it could not yet manifest itself, the remaining human knots in the storm suddenly redirected all their power.
The gathered energy rushed out of the storm and struck Savita. Although he blocked it with his halberd, the energy still exploded with the bright light.
Savita was knocked back more than ten meters.
When he stood firm, the nodules grew and transformed into a huge monster, shining so brightly that even the surrounding stones exploded into flames.
Sevatar saw the incoming attack and retreated from the storm.
Thor also saw the danger and immediately adjusted the Storm Crow's weapon to aim at the monster.
Bullets exploded at the edge of the halo, and the storm weakened further, its remaining fury transforming itself into a nova of energy.
Its body was covered with human faces, twisted in pain, power and madness, and then the monster's slender arms stretched out towards Sevatar.
Ustad watched all this.
Before this, he had never seen such fighting skills, such balance, such swift wildness, such ruthless art.
Even Thor's sword is inferior to it.
As the Crow Prince twirled his halberd, the dim sunlight reflected like a halo from his silver-gray armor.
It was a kind of brutal ferocity, a kind of aristocratic contempt, so brilliant and brilliant.
He brandished his halberd as if it were a living thing, a soul he had once tamed and was now being forced to dance wildly.
Sevatar has refined the chaotic fighting language into a terrifying and ruthless chapter, with no extravagance or waste - every blow is full of murderous intent, just right, without spilling over.
In just a few seconds, he was able to repel the mad beast step by step.
It was furious at him, roaring at him in a fury of rage and pain, wildly waving its huge, bone-crushing claws and claws, hoping to tear his head off his body.
Sevatar clung to it like a bat sucking the blood of its prey. The halberd rushed out and cut back, piercing the unclean flesh with its rapidly rotating teeth and biting deeply into the pickled bones below.
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It tried to crush him with a heavy punch, but he whirled out of the way and suddenly struck him hard with the halberd.
Immediately blood splattered everywhere, and the monster's severed fist was neatly separated from the wrist, and was soaked in a stream of dirty blood.
The beast in subspace became more and more violent, its eyes were wild and unstoppable, and foam kept pouring out from its bottomless abyss-like throat.
Its other claw swung out, as fast as a bullet.
At this time, Sevatar had already started to move. He spun one foot, put the halberd on his back, and used the force of rotation to hit the head of the halberd into the opponent's claws.
The moment the two collided, the entire battlefield trembled.
Savita remained unmoved, but when he touched the metal handle with both hands, the beast's arm immediately shattered.
It staggered away from the onslaught, its roar growing weaker and more desperate.
Finally, its ultimate move is a mouthful of acid strong enough to dissolve metal.
But this was easily dodged by Savita.
The Prince of Crows is in hot pursuit, and his ruthless attacks continue.
The halberd continued to roar, cutting off a large piece of fatty flesh from the disgusting body, then turning around and tearing a long gash in its chest.
The blood mixed with the soil, bubbling under its feet.
Everything happened so fast.
The beast turned unsteadily, its stomach bleeding, its jaw hanging limply.
It stared at the murderer, its eight snake-shaped eyes filled with liquid, and its chest heaved.
Sevatar remained unmoved, raised his halberd high, and put his feet firmly on the ground.
The monster did not take any action to protect itself. Its tearful and pitiful face had long been damaged. Misery and confusion were its most obvious signs.
It knows what is annihilating, it knows what has passed away.
In desperation, it screamed out one word.
"traitor!"
Immediately afterwards, the halberd roared down, leaving a bloody trail as it dived.
With a bang, the beast's head fell heavily.
The next second, a violent burst of warp fire shot upward from the headless body, but split in two before Sevatar.
The Crow Prince coldly shook off the flesh and blood from the chain saw and stepped on the monster's corpse, while fierce cheers erupted from the distant wall.
The storm dissipated at that moment.
Only then did everyone discover that on the ground once covered by the storm were lying countless carbonized corpses, twisting in the pain of destroying them.
Their deformities were extraordinary, with some bodies nearly six meters long, some with five arms, and a third of the bodies with a cluster of heads growing out of each other - there was always enough human form to show off the dead monster.
The way it used to be.
These debris piled up on the battlefield, forming a mountain of corpses nearly ten meters high, and Savitar stood on the top of the mountain of corpses.
Even he himself couldn't remember how many he had killed.
All the physical laws disrupted by the subspace. Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, he only stayed in the storm for more than ten seconds, but he himself felt that it could be several days.
At this time, there was another roar in the sky.
Sevatar turned around and saw several Thunder Eagles roaring towards the northern sky.