Chapter 998: Chapter 690: The Tis Have Changed Chapter 998: Chapter 690: The Tis Have Changed According to Duanmu Huai’s idea, everyone should rush forward and start a righteous group beating.
However…
“Ugh… What is that sll!”
“It stinks…”
“So unpleasant…”
“So disgusting…”
The girls who had just been summoned had barely co to their senses when they were overwheld by the foul odor that hit them, making their heads spin. Luckily, Ann raised her hand and quickly made a gesture. Accompanied by the glow of magic, this alleviated the discomfort of the crowd significantly.
“Mr. Knight, could you give us a warning next ti… Ugh, what is this monster! It’s even scarier than Mr. Knight!”
“……………..”
I’m really fucking grateful for your complint.
Upon hearing Ann scream, Duanmu Huai sighed and then raised his head to look at the bloated, swollen Demon Prototype before him, with ragged wings, and pus oozing sores all over his body…
Well, at least I look better than him, damn it.
“What’s going on?”
Even Mortarion was montarily taken aback by the sudden appearance of the girls. It wasn’t that he had never seen won on the battlefield, but the problem was… these girls weren’t even wearing armor or protective gear, yet they stood before him, even finding the ti to complain!
The stench that made Ann and the others complain was not just a bad odor. In fact, even if you sealed your armor completely and circulated the air internally, you would still be unable to block out this stench. It was not just a physical gas; it was a curse from Subspace. Whether it was ordinary people or Star Warriors, once they inhaled this terrifying poison gas, they would quickly fester all over their bodies. The benevolent blessings of The Father would spread throughout their bodies, letting them feel the terrifying strength from the depths of pain and life itself.
These girls should have been affected in the sa way. Their fair skin should have swelled up in his poison gas, forming large blisters before festering, followed by countless flies erging from the sores, feeding on their flesh and turning these fragile humans into rotten flesh and blood.
However, they stood there unhard as if nothing had happened, even complaining about the environnt!
“Attack now!”
With nurous experiences pushing bosses under his belt, Duanmu Huai didn’t miss the mont of Mortarion’s surprise and distraction. He understood why Mortarion was astonished and taken aback. Strictly speaking, like Mortarion, Ann and the others were Subspace Creatures, protected by their own World Fragnt rules. That’s the reason why Soul Walkers are valued for their quality and not quantity—the Star Warriors and chanicians could recruit a million soldiers, but none could stand up against Mortarion. Even though Duanmu Huai could only summon less than ten companions, they were completely immune to the evil strength from Chaos!
Duanmu Huai roared, and black flas burst out from his body, enveloping the girls completely. The black flas, like a tide, washed over the entire bridge deck. Even the spreading stench and spores scattered abruptly under the impact of the black flas, becoming much thinner.
Black Fla Protection!
Black flas erupted from within the bodies of the girls, forming protective shields that blocked external threats. At the sa ti, Duanmu Huai leaped up, holding the Thunder Warhamr, and charged directly at Mortarion, hamring down at him with a roar!
“Hu—————”
Mortarion raised his scythe, and a cold chill spewed out from his air intake, even freezing the walls around him. The scythe swept across, chopping at Duanmu Huai’s body. Then it collided directly with the Thunder Warhamr radiating with thunderous flas.
“Boom!!!”
Logically, given the height difference between Duanmu Huai and Mortarion, Duanmu Huai should have been knocked away by now. Yet in reality, both of them just trembled slightly, and the massive clash of strength made even the deck cry out in a squeal as it suddenly sagged—perhaps it was a cry from the Warship itself.
anwhile, others also sprang into action.
Greiya leaped into the air, her right hand transforming into a Dragon Claw, with raging flas boiling and bursting upon it, tearing through the icy aura and hamring towards Mortarion’s face. On the other side, Ann raised both hands, and with the Magic Circle forming, a huge Fireball descended from the sky, smashing directly into that massive body.
However, Mortarion was not fighting alone.
Several figures, like Ghosts, flew out, charging into the girls’ battlefield. They wore verdigris-colored, decayed, and foul-slling Armor, wielding scythes; they were Mortarion’s loyal Death Shroud, his most faithful sword and shield even when their prototypes once served the Imperial, The Emperor. Even now, having turned to serve the Evil God, their loyalty had not changed.
The shining scythes waved, clashing with the oncoming enemies. Ogis’s fingers trembled slightly as invisible puppet threads wrapped around the foul and infected scythes. Then she casually dropped a briefcase beside her, and the next mont, a colossal, assassin-like Puppet with a white mask shot out, pouncing at the enemies before them.
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