bullyxtreme Chapter 287 Unworthy to be killed
Chapter 287 Unworthy to be killed
Kahn's chainsaw axe, "Bloodborne," traced a dark red arc through the air, unleashing a torrent of chaotic energy. Russell barely managed to raise his Bloodthirster entrenching tool to defend himself, but the force far exceeded his expectations.
"boom--!"
Russell's body was sent flying, crashing into the fortress's metal wall with a dull thud. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and golden arcs of electricity flickered weakly around him, as if they might be extinguished at any moment. The Bloodthirsty entrenching tool slipped from his hand, and the Fire Kirin laser gun fell to the side.
Kahn approached slowly, the low hum of his chainsaw axe echoing in the empty hall. A chaotic fire burned in his eyes, tinged with a hint of disappointment.
"Is that all the strength you have? You fell down after I barely exerted myself?" Kahn's voice was deep and cold, filled with mockery and contempt. "I find it hard to believe you could banish the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord. Stand up and unleash your full power!"
Russell struggled to lift his head, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth. His body was completely immobile; every bone felt as if it had been crushed. Golden psionic energy flickered faintly around him, but it was no longer enough to support him as he stood.
"I...haven't lost yet..." Russell's voice was hoarse but firm, but his body could no longer respond to his will.
Kahn looked down at Russell lying on the ground, his disappointment deepening. He shook his head, and the roar of the chainsaw axe gradually subsided.
“You are too weak,” Kahn said with a rare calm in his voice. “You are not worthy to be my opponent right now.”
He turned around, his back to Russell, the chainsaw axe slung over his shoulder. Chaotic energy swirled around him, as if ready to depart at any moment.
“However…” Kahn’s voice was low and cold, “You will become even stronger in the future. I will come back to find you again… I hope that you will be able to satisfy me then.”
Russell struggled to lift his head, watching Kahn's retreating figure. His eyes held no fear, only a burning fighting spirit.
“Kahn…” Russell’s voice was hoarse but firm, “Next time…I will definitely defeat you…”
Kahn's laughter echoed in the air, filled with mockery and anticipation: "I'm waiting for you, mortal."
His figure gradually disappeared into the chaotic energy, leaving Russell alone lying on the hall floor. Golden arcs of electricity flickered faintly around him, as if telling of his indomitable will.
Russell's fingers trembled as he pressed the communicator's switch, and a hoarse voice came through the channel: "Cassal...Kahn is gone...but he'll come back..."
The silence on the other end of the communicator lasted only a moment, followed by Casal's deep command: "All personnel return to the fortress! Immediately!"
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As Casal and Arya led the White Scar warriors into the fortress, a heavy stench of blood filled the air. Russell lay on the metal floor in the center of the hall, the blood beneath him already congealed into a dark red. His Blood Drinker entrenching tool and Fire Kirin laser gun lay scattered around him, golden arcs of electricity flickering weakly around him, as if they might be extinguished at any moment.
“By the Emperor…” Arya exclaimed softly, her psionic energy instantly coalescing into a soft glow at her fingertips. She knelt beside Russell, her hands hovering above his chest, golden psionic ripples seeping into his wounds like flowing water.
Kassar stood to one side, his White Tiger Blade hanging at his side, the lightning-patterned blade stained with lingering chaotic blood. His gaze swept across the fortress hall—cracks from Kahn's chainsaw axe etched into the metal walls, fragments corroded by chaotic energy scattered across the floor. All of this silently testified to the crushing battle that had just taken place.
“He didn’t even activate the Void Shield,” a white-scarred warrior said, checking the control panel, his voice filled with shock, “He completely withstood Cain’s attack with his bare hands…”
Russell's eyelids twitched, and he coughed up a mouthful of bloody saliva: "That guy... is ten times stronger than Voda Bloodsweet... when his axe comes down, even the air seems to burn..."
"Shut up and save your energy." Arya's psionic light suddenly intensified, and a faint cracking sound came from Russell's chest. Her black robe was soaked with sweat, and her psionic exhaustion made her face paler than the wounded.
Casal knelt on one knee, his White Tiger Blade planted in the floor: "Why face this alone? White Scar never abandons his brothers."
Russell smirked, his bloodied teeth gleaming in the dim light. "That madman... he's only interested in the strong... if you were here..." He coughed violently, golden arcs of electricity suddenly surging beneath his skin, "He would have killed everyone... just to force me to use my full power..."
As if to confirm his words, a metallic groan suddenly emanated from the hall walls. The white-scarred warriors turned in unison, the sound of slugs being cocked ringing out—from the crack cleaved by Kahn's chainsaw axe, dark red chaotic runes were writhing, forming a blasphemous warning:
**"Nurture him."**
Arya's psionic shield instantly activated, isolating the corrosive energy. Casal rose and drew his sword; the White Tiger Blade's edge sliced through the wall, turning the chaotic runes to ash in the flash.
“Looks like we don’t have time for mourning.” As Casal turned, the White Scar warriors were already in assault formation. “Within three Terradays, I want this fortress to become a trap that can strangle the Demon Prince. Arya, use psionic energy to seal all spatial nodes; Russell—” He looked at the wounded man who was struggling to prop himself up, “You’re in charge of lying down and absorbing that golden light. The next time we meet, I want to see you chop that bastard’s axe in half.”
Russell stared at the still-smoking scorch marks on the wall, his bloodied fingers slowly tightening their grip on the entrenching tool: "No need to wait for next time... He should regret not cutting off my head right now..."
Outside the fortress, the sandstorm grew increasingly violent, as if chaos itself was roaring for impending revenge.
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Kahn's Chaos Ship traced a dark red trail through the void, the low hum of the chainsaw axe "Bloodborne" echoing within the cabin. Chaotic flames burned in his eyes, but mixed with a hint of boredom and disappointment.
“Russell…” Kahn murmured, a hint of disdain in his voice, “A mere mortal has disappointed me so much.”
His fingers traced across the console, and a star map of the Milky Way appeared in the holographic projection. The Word Bearer's symbol flashed on the star map, but Kahn merely sneered and casually wiped it away.
“Those trashy sycophants aren’t even enough to warm me up,” Kahn’s voice was deep and cold. “Only the Wolf Pack warriors… are enough.”
A glint of fighting spirit and madness flashed in his eyes as he pointed to a coordinate on the star map—the stronghold of the Space Wolves Legion, on the edge of the Fenris system.
"Pass down the order," Kahn's voice carried an unquestionable command, "Full speed ahead, target—Fenris!"
The Chaos Warriors sprang into action, the roar of the warship's engines suddenly intensifying. Kahn stood in the command center, his chainsaw axe humming in his hand, its serrated blade gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.
“Wolf Pack warriors,” Kahn’s voice held a hint of anticipation, “let me see if your fangs are still as sharp as the legends say.”
Meanwhile, in White Scar's fortress, Russell lay in a medical pod, golden arcs of electricity flickering faintly around him. Arya stood beside him, psionic energy flowing from her fingertips, healing his wounds.
“Kahn is gone,” Casal’s voice came through the communication channel, “but his target isn’t us.”
Russell raised his head with difficulty, his voice hoarse but firm: "Where did he go?"
“Fenris,” Casal’s voice was grave, “has gone to cause trouble for the Space Wolves.”
Russell clenched his fists, the golden arcs of electricity around him shining even brighter: "We must...go and support them."
Arya gently pressed down on his shoulder, her psionic energy gathering at her fingertips: "Your injuries haven't healed yet; going now will only be suicide."
Russell was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "But we must be prepared... Kahn will not give up."
Casal's voice rang out in the communication channel: "All White Scar warriors, immediately go on high alert! We must prepare for the battle to come!"