Skarbrand leaned forward slightly and walked straight towards Snorri like an angry bull. The dwarf king was secretly glad that if its wings hadn't been destroyed and it lost its ability to fly, he would have been able to retreat even now.
No chance.
After suffering a sneak attack, Khorne choked the stupid demon's throat and drove out all its personality and thoughts, leaving only endless anger. Then he dragged it to the top of the Brass Citadel, where all the demons
Throw Skarbrand out of the Chaos Realm under witness.
It burned in the fire of destruction for eight days and eight nights, like an angry meteor streaking across the realm of the Chaos Gods. Where it landed, a grand canyon was created, and his flying wings were struck by the impact.
was torn apart.
"Get out of the way quickly and don't collide with it!"
Facing the impact of the bloodthirsty demon, others might avoid it, but the pilots of the two rune colossi would not. They left behind the hairy colossus that they had been fighting for a long time, and they were about to face it with the giant blades in their palms.
"Making trouble? Die!"
Who is Skarbrand's friend and foe? This is the master who even killed Khorne! With a sound of "Boom!", the big demon roared and sank his shoulders, just like Gonggong's anger touching Mount Buzhou.
When it collided with it, the already shaky body of the Gomao Colossus trembled twice and collapsed, and rocks fell like rain for a while.
"Thahu! Tahhu!"
"Boss, don't close the door! Let us in!"
"Did Brother Mao abandon us?"
When the colossus fell, the medium between the greenskins and the greenskins was cut off, and their unusually high morale collapsed. Snorri, who had transformed into a stone statue, ignored the falling rocks and plunged into the scurrying army of greenskins.
The gate of Bafeng Mountain Fortress did not have time to close,
"Interesting! The experience of Po Tian is delivered to your doorstep!"
Suddenly, the head of a colossus with dim divine light that looked like an ugly face fell in front of Snorri. He immediately smashed it with a hammer and pocketed the kill. The experience provided by the divine giant beast allowed him to
He passed the ninth level.
"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"
Entering the interior of the fortress, Snorri did not stop in the wide hall, but walked away from the chaotic and defeated army and walked up the stairs.
Several generals and shaman-like figures on the stairs led some more elite night goblin fanatics or big orcs down from the top to try to stabilize the defeated army. Snorri did not wait for them to react, and struck with three hammers and two axes.
Kill a passage and continue moving forward.
"Dong dong! Crunch!"
"Shua! Poof!"
Running along the path indicated in the map of the Undergrand clan in his mind, hearing the dull footsteps behind him, the whine and armor from the heavy steps on the dilapidated steps, and the muffled sound of broken limbs, Snorri knew that he was furious.
Skarbrand enthusiastically accepted the heads delivered to his door.
"Let's keep my head on your neck for a while! Run? Where can I run?"
With the help of Stari boots under his feet, Snorri was very fast. After entering the hallway in front of the throne room, he captured the back of the fat goblin on the other side who was retreating surrounded by a group of guards.
"It's so hard to endure! These things can be made very well if given the chance!"
With respect for the gorgeous hall that had been sung by countless epic poems, Snorri wiped the blood on his body, straightened his clothes and stepped in. Even though he was prepared in his heart, the mess in his eyes made his anger almost over.
Skarbrand quite.
The precious gems inlaid on the dome were removed, leaving only ugly potholes. The reliefs that had taken the most skilled craftsmen hundreds of years to complete were desecrated and defaced.
A few grunts quietly tried to pick up scraps from the table. The rustling sounds they made reminded Snorri that now was not the time to pay homage to the past. Ordinary bloodthirsty evil demons of the Evil Moon Tribe could not stop him.
Next, let alone Skarbrand.
Walking to the extended terrace and looking out from the railing where Iblit had been commanding the battle, Snorri saw everything he wanted to see -
The unarmored giant has fallen to the side with its head dismembered. The rune colossus is destroying the greenskin fortifications together with other war machines, and the warriors are rushing into the fortress to wipe out their remaining strength.
"There's no way to escape, coward! I'm starting to wonder if your head is really attractive!"
Skarbrand roared loudly, and after drinking blood, its double axes became even more powerful, crushing all the greenskins encountered along the way, which seemed to be an easy warm-up for the former number one general in subspace.
"Come here! The armies led by Kugas and Carlos have been banished by me, and Amnak has just fallen under my hammer! How do you compare to them, like a lost dog!"
"Ahhh!"
The word "lost dog" made the exiled feel angry. It kicked its legs and flew over a hundred meters away in an instant. If the two axes, which were taller than the Snorri stone statue, missed, they would break anyone who dared to provoke him into several pieces.
"boom!"
Snorri held his breath and charged forward with his hammer and ax crossed. He had to test how much strength Skarbrand still had.
"Dong dong dong dong!"
After the touch, Snorri immediately stepped back four or five steps, leaning on the balcony railing to relieve his strength. On the other hand, the big devil only swayed slightly. This was not enough, Snorri just thought
He shook his numb arm, only to hear a snapping sound, and the ax in his hand was shattered after just one confrontation.
Skarbrand's twin axes named Carnage and Slaughter have a great origin. When its bloody road to glory was about to reach its peak, it found the most favored person under Khorne at the time.
Big devil.
During the Battle of the Hellfields, Skarbrand defeated two of the strongest of his bloodthirsty brethren, seizing their soul bindings and forging them into his own weapons. They even had the brass of Khorne
Even if you can cut cracks into armor, how can anything in the world be able to compete with it?
"Weak mortal..."
Skarbrand twisted his neck as thick as a bull, and slowly approached amidst the trembling joint snaps. Watching the originally rampant enemy tremble under his own anger could give it a trace of
Silly pleasure.
"Crack!"
When the blood sprayed from its nostrils touched its face, the fear in Snorri's eyes turned into murderous intent. He reached out and squeezed to activate the pre-buried runes of anger and destruction, and the terrace hanging outside the mountain collapsed.
The previous battle against the Three Gods and the Great Demon and Miaoying's huge war memory made him understand that it was not a good choice for a mortal to fight a giant and get a pedicure on the ground. The Great Demon could make countless mistakes, but how many times did he dare to make mistakes even with the protection of the treasure armor?
What about times?
When he saw Skarbrand's broken wings, Snorri planned a burial place for it. It was suspended in the air by the power of the storm, watching it fall freely amidst the sound of iron chains caused by the futile flapping of its wings.
The dwarf grasped the only remaining hammer in his hands.
