The Skull Reaver was the champion of the Sad, he only gave the skulls of the strong, and during this time he did not find a suitable gift, which had made him impatient and irritated, until the arrival of Sergeant Katachan, this mortal made his eyes shine, his soul flickered and loyal, he was healthy and strong, as sharp as a blade, and as strong as a long shield.

He was a little anxious at this point, but the valuable skull should be slain by himself, and he drew his long sword, pointed at the fool who had come here after nine deaths, and muttered in confused and twisted words. "Take a step forward."

In the cheers and madness of the demons, those mortals were instantly isolated, gathered in the dark obsidian ground and the carnival of demons, ghosts, ghosts, snakes, and gods, and at the edge of the long sword, the master chief looked at the strange face of the demon, with a smile and madness.

The Katachan warrior spoke. "Do you just want to tease your prey, like a cat sees a mouse, you can let those demons bite my flesh, you don't have to take the risk at all." He drew his long blade and held the shotgun in one hand in his right hand, watching the monsters warily.

The Skull Reaver lists an eerie smile, sharp teeth bared. "Important skulls are worth the risk, and God loves me to take risks for this, and your flesh and blood, your head, can be the center of my more attention to Him."

"Am I your trophy?" The Master Chief said with interest that he understood that he should not communicate with demons, but that he thought it was necessary to communicate with this once rather mysterious enemy of humanity.

"Yes, of course, you're one of my favorite sacrifices, and for now, you're qualified." The demon stepped forward, his toes stomping on the ground, and the duel, an act promoted by the Fear of Sadism, was crucial to the demons.

Countless terrifying demons formed a circle around the area, and the ancient war drums and roars were constantly circulating in restless notes,

Katachan stripped off his fake flesh, the bright red thing fell, revealing those sturdy muscles and murderous eyes, he stepped forward, those demonic roars like a carnival, the smell of blood accompanied by the cold wind of midnight, and heated by the demon's body heat, turned into a restless and disgusting stench.

Those demons do not interfere with the duel sanctioned by the Sadists, and this savage primitive method of combat and the honor it carries is something that the emotionally shaped creatures of the subspace are born to chase, and they can sacrifice their disgusting father by cutting off the skulls of slain enemies on the battlefield for the sake of those emotions, or they can risk fighting their enemies for it.

The Katakhams were only twenty meters away from the demon at the moment, but except for the Master Chief, no one dared to move, because they knew that if they moved slightly, those demons would tear them to pieces.

Are they afraid of death? No, it's just that they don't want to die worthless, and if in other opportunities, they can be like a hammer to save themselves and their brothers from this hell, so far, they have to endure their anger and desires.

The mighty warriors could only watch the non-commissioned officer chosen by the demon move forward, and the skullsnatch and the non-commissioned officer Katachan went toe-to-toe, the blades in their hands reflecting a blinding white light in the light of the swaying torches, and only the sound of breathing permeated the entire place.

They tested each other, but in the end it was Sergeant Katachan who was timid, he shot first, the bright projectiles were like a burst of thunder, and a large number of explosive bullets instantly sprayed the demon leader, the huge flames and heat did not destroy the demon's body, and most of the projectiles were also defended by his armor forged by terror.

Contrary to the savagery and stupidity that most people imagine, the one on the Brass Throne is one of the world's most ingenious metal builders, with countless war machines and crazy creations, and even the concept of a demon engine coming from the original god of war.

And the armor forged by Him was invincible, and a single explosive bomb that could break the human body was hit, but there were many small pits with many white projectile marks, which only needed a few polishes to fade.

And this sudden attack was also understood by the demons, the thick tail of the terrifying supreme creature suddenly touched the ground, cutting a terrifying trail on the obsidian ground, and then canceling out the powerful propulsion, after that, the tail compressed like a spring, and began to bounce back again.

This time the acceleration was extremely fast, more terrifying than a projectile, and the bloody sword grazed the cheek of Sergeant Katachan, deeply, embedded in his face, tearing off part of his flesh, and then the blood began to flow out, revealing white gums.

It's just that Katachan dodged extremely quickly, avoiding being pierced through the brain by a sword, he gasped and looked at this monster that could not be understood by human intelligence, and his colleague covered his cheeks with hemostatic gel on a large scale.

The sticky man-made objects covered his cheeks, absorbing the blood, turning bright red, and stopping the veins from spitting out his life force, but it didn't take long for him to do so, and the demon just watched.

Arrogant? Stupidity? Morality? Probably not, he was enjoying, enjoying the fear, or worry, or disgust that a powerful mortal would have for him, and no matter what, those strong emotions would make him feel the joy of fighting, and the stronger the human he faced, the happier he became.

At the same time, he also felt the smell of danger that Katachan had just emanated, suppressing his thoughts of chasing after the victory.

"Okay? Mortal?" He raised his weapon, the bright red blood sword looking even more demonic as it absorbed the blood, and the demons were constantly beating the war drums that they had somehow made, and the sound of the boom was dizzying.

"I don't need mercy...... Sergeant Katachan was ready at this moment, if the demon had just been assassinated, he would try to lay down his life to imprison its body, and then plunge the long blade into its heart, forcing it out of this universe.

It may also be that beast-like gaze that made the demon vigilant, and the Master Chief silently swore in his heart that next time he would do better, be more hidden, and breathe steadily.

He understood that this demon would not take the initiative to attack, because he could not bear the possibility of being traded for death by Katachan, and he was burdened with the entire demon army, along with the orders of his father.

It was an opportunity, a significant one, and the sword was more lethal to demons than most firearms, and he tossed away his shotgun and let the Seiko weapon fall to the ground at will.

Then he grasped the blade, took a deep breath, stepped on, and slashed, while the demon's full attention was on his blade, and the demon immediately used one hand, and the bloody sword to hold the blade of Sergeant Katachan, and the sharp blood claw in the other hand.

It's just that the Master Chief immediately picked up the carbine on his waist, and threw the explosive bomb just to make him careless, the detonation carbine is the lore, such a high-heat weapon can destroy the tissues of living beings, and at absolute temperatures, as long as the demon still forms a body according to the concept of carbon-based creatures, it will still be effective.

Although the power of the High Heavens created a degree of heat resistance to those demons, they were of little use in temperatures sufficient to melt the Adamantite Gold.

In an instant, the demon's left arm was scorched by the deflagration beam, and the skull snatcher pulled away in surprise, and his surprise was that if the shot just missed by a few centimeters, the head of Sergeant Katachan would also melt and turn into a mess of mud.

At this moment, the bright red thick arm fell and fell on the obsidian mesa, and the demons, including the mortal rune warrior who had summoned them, couldn't help but let out a low exclamation because getting off the arm of a Sadistic Champion was a feat rarely seen in many years.

But it was nothing to the Skullsnatcher, he easily picked up the fallen arm, and the Master Chief shot to stop it, only to be flicked in half by his bloody sword, and the heat rays were split in half and scattered, piercing the two hapless bloodlets.

Even if Sergeant Katachan fired again, it would have little effect, and he could only watch the demon put his arm on his shoulder, and it was intact after the sound of Zizi, and he was not angry, but said.

"Good, good, the sacrifice has to be like this, and the skull has to be smart." He became more interested, and he was also at ease with the strongest of the forest warriors of Katachan, who had fought for his master for thousands of years, killed and trained countless times to get to where he was today.

Sergeant Katachan realizes that he can't solve this monster, he wants to retreat a little, but if he doesn't kill this demon, their efforts will become ridiculous and funny, but the gap in physical ability and combat experience cannot be solved overnight and the so-called will and death, unless ......

His eyes looked at the cage where the strange giant monster was kept, and then immediately returned to his place, he raised his palms, made a sign language ready to fight, then grabbed the fragment grenade at his waist, and immediately ran to the cage position.

The Skullsnatcher shouted. "Damn it, get him back, he's going to ruin the ritual, he's going to run away?!" This demon had seen countless powerful people panicking out of fear of his power, and at this moment he subconsciously attributed this matter to that kind of comical debasement.

It's just that when those demons approached, the Katachans were ready to take advantage of the chaos to attack, a few flashbangs, smoke bombs, fell to the ground, and after a violent explosion, a few heat rays killed many demons.

The Katakhams put on their infrared devices and saw all of them through the white screen, but such a trick didn't work against the high-level sadistic vanguards, and the smaller and more crazy ones drew their knives and rushed towards the Katakhams.

The chaos lasted for a full minute, and during that time, the battle continued, and the Master Chief got up from the ground, a little too slow to pick up the frag grenade, and it took a full minute to throw the monsters into their special cages.

But a bright red blood arrow suddenly pierced the palm of his hand, as well as the pierced grenade, and the charge inside was scattered all over the place, losing its effectiveness.

The Skullsnatch walked briskly now, he loosened his bright red longbow, and he had a special helmet on his head at some point, shimmering like a ruby light that allowed him to see through the fog.

Then a Sadist Vanguard quickly put the weapon away, his, he opened his mouth angrily. "I misjudged you, mortal, you don't deserve my honor for you, go die!"

But Katachan said. "No hound smells, you forget that humans also have a weapon called Mixed Thunder."

"What?" Only then did the Skullsnatcher realize that in the smoky air, an inconspicuous thread connected the tips of his toes, and he had stepped on them.

The monster wanted to leave, but Katachan immediately stabbed him with his sword, slashing his flesh with Katachan's long blade, the blade cutting off the head of the careless and distracted demon leader, covering his whole body with bright red hot blood, while at the same time, the pain-eating demon swung the hilt with all his strength and sent him flying......

It was a hot bomb, a violent flicker and heat spewed out, and the madness of death appeared at the same time, even a champion demon like the Skullsnatch could not be affected by the huge heat that could melt the demon engine, and at this extremely close distance to the enemy, the hero of Katachan could not avoid death.

People die eventually, but some people die too early, some people die too late, and it is rare to say that some people die well and at the right time, but the master chief can be said to be one of them, which is difficult, but the emperor clearly favors him.

From an obscure man in the hive capital to a powerful soul that even demons would be greedy and jealous of, his travels have passed through countless mortals who cannot understand or feel it in their lifetimes.

At the same time, he also calculated, this explosion will release those monsters, in the confusion, those friends and comrades-in-arms, and the rest of the Katachang guards will also escape, this time the plan only needs to sacrifice him, in exchange for a real victory, its value has far exceeded expectations.

It's just that he quickly realized that he didn't come to the Supreme Heaven, nor did he meet the emperor, even if he was sore and painful all over his body, lying on the ground, he was not dissolved because of the heat, just because of the demonic blood on his body, to be precise, it was the demonic attack, the full force of the skull-snatcher, striking him and flying out.

He was holding the head of the dead demon at the moment, and at the same time, he was extremely lucky, landing inside the food trough of the monsters, covered in corpse juice, and at the same time, the demon's blood hindered the spread of the heat, so that he did not die from the aftermath of the hot melt explosion, and at the same time, the giant monster food, the remains of those dead humans also relieved his fall.

It was the second life given to him by those who died, a miracle that occurred in the blessing of the emperor and a serendipity, and he endured the rotten breath of his body, grabbed the tentacles of a giant monster, was dragged out of the cage by the thing, and then stood up tremblingly.

He shouted. "The leader is dead!" Then he raised his arm, and the bright red skull on it flowed blood, ticking down on his body, making a sizzling sound, and Katachan's flare came from here, and the fog dispersed the smoke.

Amid the screams of demons like wails and the howling of flares that pierce the sky, bloody warriors hold aloft their lives and wisdom to earn their heads, shouting success and hope in chaos and death.

(End of chapter)