nucmednet Chapter 279 Affirmation from the Devil
Chapter 279 Affirmation from the Devil
“Not bad,” Woda Blood Glory said with a grin. “Maybe you can challenge two people.”
Voda Bloodon wouldn't give up on Russell so easily; he wanted to see exactly where Russell's potential lay.
Two powerful Bloodskull warriors approached, one wielding a massive chainsaw axe and the other a huge iron hammer.
Woda Xuerong said to them: If you can kill this human, I will reward you handsomely; if you can't, then die!
Two World Eater warriors charged toward Russell with maniacal laughter, leaving Russell with no choice but to fight back.
The arena's sand was already soaked in blood, turning a dark red. When Voda's command rang out, the respirators of the two World Eater berserkers simultaneously spewed out crimson steam. The warrior on the left, nicknamed "Ironbreaker," carried a gravity hammer weighing at least half a ton, while the one on the right, "Fleshbreaker," wielded a chainsaw axe with a turbocharged hum—this weapon was inlaid with thirty howling demon skulls.
Russell's right shinbone was exposed, and three fingers on his left hand were twisted unnaturally. Yet, he still managed to stand up, using the Bloodthirsty entrenching tool for support, golden psionic energy flickering beneath his tattered breastplate.
"The Blood God wants your skull as a wine cup!" The Flesh Ripper charged first, and the moment his chainsaw axe cleaved down, twelve enslaved corpses, severed at the waist, suddenly rose from the ground—these were the ambushing plague bombs. Rotting flesh and acid splattered onto Russell's golden shield, and the sizzling poisonous smoke obscured his vision.
Taking advantage of the moment, the Ironbreaker launched a surprise attack. The instant the gravity hammer struck the shield, the entire arena floor sank half a meter. Russell's legs sank into the rock, and the psionic turbulence from the shattered shield melted his visor into molten iron. The Ironbreaker raised his boots to stomp on Russell's head, but was instead pierced through the knee by a suddenly extended entrenching tool.
“A little trick!” The Flesh Ripper burst from the smoke, its chainsaw axe slicing through Russell’s left shoulder armor as the demon skull suddenly opened its bloodshot eyes. Three crimson rays pierced Russell’s lungs, burning three molten holes in the rock wall behind him.
Russell coughed up blood and rolled to dodge, but as the gravity hammer fell again, he detonated the psionic runes he had buried in the sand. Golden lightning entangled the Ironbreaker's power armor, but the berserker simply tore off his overloaded right arm, spraying scalding coolant through the hydraulic hoses at the severed limb.
"How many more times can you dodge?" The Flesh Ripper stepped on Russell's chest, the serrated edge of his chainsaw already slicing into his collarbone. He deliberately slowed the cutting speed so that the demon skull could savor Russell's screams.
Just then, Russell's bloodied hand suddenly gripped the axe blade. The dormant golden psionic energy within him suddenly reversed course, surging along the chainsaw axe into the Flesh Ripper's body. The berserker's pupils instantly turned gold, and he was horrified to find his bloodlust fading—more terrifying than death for the World Eater.
"No!" The Fleshbreaker retreated frantically, but the psionic contamination had already spread to its spine. Seeing this, the Ironbreaker swung its gravity hammer at its companion, but at the last moment, Russell used psionic threads to bind its wrist. The instant the two power armors collided, Russell detonated all the remaining psionic energy.
When the smoke cleared, the Ironbreaker's gravity hammer was embedded in the Fleshbreaker's chest, while Russell was supporting his body with half an entrenching tool.
Woda Bloodshine's laughter echoed through the arena, his eyes gleaming with greed and excitement. Russell's performance had far exceeded his expectations, especially that golden psionic power, a natural nemesis of chaos. A mad thought rose in Woda's mind—what immense power it would be to have Russell on his team!
“I’m growing to like you more and more, human,” Woda said with a hint of mockery. “You’re now qualified to join my team.”
Russell swayed precariously, but his gaze remained cold and unwavering. A chilling smile played on his lips, and his voice was low and resolute: "You won't get away with it, you devil."
A flash of anger crossed Woda's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a cruel smile: "You think you have a choice? Here, I am the rule."
Russell didn't answer, but simply gripped the Bloodthirsty entrenching tool in his hand. His eyes were filled with fighting spirit, like a beast awakening.
Woda's laughter echoed through the space: "Very well, human. Since you're so stubborn, I'll personally send you on your way."
He swung his battle axe, crimson energy shimmering on its blade. Woda moved with lightning speed, hurtling straight at Russell.
Russell swiftly activated his psionic shield, golden psionic energy forming a barrier around him. Woda's battle axe struck the shield, a deafening explosion echoing through the air. Russell's body was thrown back by the immense impact, crashing heavily to the ground.
Russell tried to struggle to his feet.
The cheers in the arena were deafening. Bloodskull warriors brandished their chain axes, crimson energy weaving a blood-red curtain in the air. Woda Bloodsong stood before Russell, the tip of his battle axe gleaming coldly. His eyes were filled with smugness and cruelty.
“As you all saw,” Woda’s voice held a hint of mockery, “this human is indeed very capable. If he had attacked me from behind, he could certainly have harmed me.”
The Bloodskull warriors nodded, their eyes filled with awe and fear. Russell's performance made them realize that this human was a formidable opponent.
A Bloodskull warrior stepped forward, a chilling tone in his voice: "He is a formidable opponent, and a threat to us. Since he refuses to join us, we must eliminate him as soon as possible."
"Kill him!" all the berserkers roared, their voices echoing through the arena as if tearing the entire space apart.
Woda pointed his battle axe at Russell, a cruel glint in his voice: "Human, it's a pity you're going to die here today."
Russell had given up resisting. Although he had managed to kill three berserkers, he was no match for Voda Bloodsong. It seemed that today was his day of reckoning.
The air in the arena was thick with the stench of blood and burnt flesh. Russell's body was mangled beyond recognition, but his gaze remained cold and unwavering. He retrieved the grey knight's badge from his tattered armor; the silver-grey badge gleamed faintly in the dim light.
“A demon,” Russell’s voice was low and firm, “you can kill me, but the Grey Knights will not let you go.”
Woda Bloodlust's gaze fell on the badge, a cruel smile playing on his lips: "Grey Knights? Let them come! I'll kill as many as they come!"
His laughter echoed through the arena, as if tearing the entire space apart. The Bloodskull warriors joined in the laughter, their eyes filled with disdain and mockery.
“For the Emperor…” Russell murmured, clutching the badge tightly in his hand.
Woda raised his battle axe high, crimson energy shimmering on the blade. His eyes were filled with cruelty and triumph: "Goodbye, humans."
However, just as the battle axe was about to fall, a deep rumble suddenly echoed in the sky. A silver-gray light streaked across the heavens, heading straight for the arena.
A flicker of shock crossed Voda's eyes. He quickly looked up and saw dozens of Thunderhawk gunships descending from the sky. The grey knights' silver-grey power armor gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight, and they brandished their weapons, creating barriers of psionic energy in the air.