"Haha......"

"Hahaha!"

Scarbrand burst into a burst of laughter.

Qin Mo's impression of this bloodthirsty madman was that the demon didn't say much, but at this time, Scarbrand let out a loud laugh.

This meant that Scarbrand was not only stronger than ever, but that his intelligence had also been improved to the point where he could communicate verbally with psionic Muggles.

The Great Demon suddenly raised his weapon, his eyes wide in anger.

With just his movements and eyes, he made the nearby demon army retreat a few steps, giving up a large open space.

"You, you bastard! You killed some of the servants and lackeys of the dark gods and thought you were invincible? ”

"Maybe you are, for demons like us."

Scarbrand's hands drooped, carrying the strange giant axe that was constantly dripping blood and wailing, and his sturdy demon body paced to the left, his eyes always staring at Qin Mo fiercely.

"But you're still no threat to the gods! You don't even qualify for the Great Game! ”

Qin Mo held the scepter and chainsaw sword, stood in place and glared at Scarbrand, and the corner of his eye scanned the surroundings, looking for the weak points of the demon army.

And what Scarbrand said, he was listening.

The so-called great game is a never-ending battle between the gods, and to put it bluntly, it is the infighting between the tzeents, as they are now, to the point of helping each other's enemies in the subspace.

"You think you're on the chessboard? Well? ”

"No, no, no, no, you're just a pawn like us, but you damn stinky chess piece is a self-aware stinky chess piece that no one is behind your back!"

"That's you, that's you!"

Scarbrand paused, paused, and paced to the right again, each word coming out of his mouth that shook his upper body.

"Do you think you're an unbelievably strong demon butcher?"

"So many things that Caldodiego has done in the Most High Heaven are all meaningless, all meaningless! What do you think you can do if you kill a few demons? Well?; ”

"You think you're a ruthless character? Hum? ”

The Bloodthirsty Maniac didn't seem to want to say what sounded like it was meant to disturb its will, so it looked restless, shaking its body as it spoke, making a demonstrative gesture that seemed to pounce forward, breathing heavily and baring its teeth.

"Shut your foul mouth!" Qin Mo pointed at Scarbrand, "Caldor's psionic energy is invincible in the subspace, and everything he destroys and kills will be resurrected, but I'm different, the demons I killed can be reshaped, but the ones that are reshaped are not the original ones." ”

"Part of the power of your masters is lost forever! What I erased is clean, even if the power I erase may be very scarce and weak! ”

"I have had both gods branded with measurable results. What right do you have to judge me, a lackey? ”

Qin Mo put down his sword and stared at Scarbrand.

Scarbrand looked away impatiently, then looked back again, breathing heavily, rubbing frantically.

"You, you cowardly lackey, a coward who challenges your master and ends up being scared, a coward who swings a knife at the weaker!"

"What I despise most is a coward like you, who dare not swing a knife at the strong, and only dare to vent his anger and hatred on the weak!"

As he spoke passionately, Qin Mo raised his sword and struck his breastplate vigorously, and then the blade of the sword pointed at Scarbrand again, and the blade of the sword plunged vertically into the ground again, like an inverted thumbs-up.

"The best of brothers!" Qin Mo shouted angrily again.

Scarbrand has indeed become more tactically minded – in short, smarter – after receiving a new blessing.

It tries to provoke the Demon Butcher so that he is speechless in front of all the demons.

But think about it......

Scarbrand suddenly felt that Qin Mo had been swept into the subspace, rushing into the Demon Domain of the Prince of Darkness and then into the Demon Domain of Nurgle like he was seeking death......

Although he was a brave and unscrupulous guy who only wanted to find death and do something big before he died, the courage to swing a knife at the strong in this desperate situation seems to be a little bit enviable, probably.

What did he think at the time?

With such doubts in his mind, Scarbrand lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then decided to give up thinking and jumped to his feet with a loud roar.

The two sides fought again in a group.

All the sacrifices in the entire battle, the blood shed by all the parties involved, gathered together at this time, forming a circular fan far away from the skull fortress.

The space is constantly changing, and the space has been changing since the beginning of the demon army's hunting battle, otherwise it would be impossible for Qin Mo to cut all the way from inside the fortress to outside the fortress.

Vamplets, bloodthirsty maniacs cheered.

The weapons in Scarbrand's hands have changed, and the souls of countless dead people have gathered within this weapon, and at the same time they have a tormented wail and an unwilling grudge.

No one can stop this fight.

No one can meddle in this battle.

The illusion of the Brass Throne hangs above the Blood Gladiatorial Arena.

Every confrontation between Scarbrand and Qin Mo, every touch between the weapons of the two sides, formed a tremor that was enough to make the weak psionics of the Imperial world around the Eye of Fear explode to death.

The sawsaw sword roared, the blood axe roared, and between the countless blood and sparks from the countless collisions between the two weapons in just a few seconds, all the wars in the universe through the ages were being played out in drops of blood.

Scarbrand has been strengthened so much that it is like a gladiator crafted by the blood god to satisfy his desire to watch a hearty gladiatorial fight.

Eventually, Qin Mo's scepter was knocked away by the increasingly large and furious Blood Axe.

Scarbrand quickly adjusted his stance and swung an axe again.

The blade of the axe easily sliced through the breastplate of the power armor, leaving a deep bloody wound on it.

Then the roar of the chainsaw sword rang out, and the chainsaw sword also pierced Scarbrand's chest as the blood stains were left on Qin Mo's chest.

"Ahhh

A roar of pain, rage, sounded.

Qin Mo let go of the hilt of the chainsaw sword and soared into the air, his free hands grabbed Scarbrand's head, and then the lightning and flames gushed out at the same time and stuffed Scarbrand's remaining roar back forever.

"You...... It's useless for you to kill me...... As long as my master is willing...... It can divide its power into an infinite number of Scarbrands. ”

Weak words came from the mouth of the Great Demon, and then a flame mixed with lightning came out.

Qin Mo pulled the head of the Great Demon towards him and said softly, "Then you tell it to divide." ”

Flames and lightning surged through Scarbrand's body, and the Great Demon's massive body trembled a few times, and then fell forward weakly.

Prior to this, the unreal substance that made up Scarbrand, as if it were soul or essence, had been swallowed.

Qin Mo exerted his hands, and the Great Demon's body was torn apart from the middle, and finally turned into scattered flying ashes.

"I really don't have enough strength to let your master end up like this!"

"But you lackeys can still kill as many as you want."

Qin Mo's impassioned words were followed by a bland notice, and he spread his arms, and the scepter and chainsaw sword fell into his hands at the same time.

The bloody gladiatorial battle was already in the middle of a moment, and the victory and defeat were divided between the brief flaws of either side, and the demon army gathered again.

These demons, even if only a tenth of them looked back at the battle of the Skull Fortress at this point and rushed over, could slaughter the attacking ground forces until their morale collapsed, but they all craved a fiercer battle.

Qin Mo looked at these demon armies and suddenly understood why Kiriman was always reckless to duel with the enemy in the first place.

Because just like now, if the strongest doesn't go up, even the champion warrior won't be enough for the enemy to cut.

After thinking for a moment, Qin Mo raised his sword.

"You all have to die, and there's no need to be anxious."

(End of chapter)