bullyxtreme Chapter 307: The Arrest Plan?
Chapter 307: The Arrest Plan?
Russell's roar echoed across the battlefield, and golden psionic lightning erupted from his body like a solar corona, instantly evaporating the plague fog within a ten-meter radius. The Blood Drinker's entrenching tool, infused with psionic energy, emitted a sharp hum, and the golden patterns flowing along its blade writhed as if alive.
"For Macragge!" He leaped into the air against the oncoming stench, his entrenching tool crackling with golden lightning clashing against the Deathguard's chainsword. Sparks flew as the serrated blade bit into the Blooddrinker's edge, but with a flick of his wrist, Russell unleashed a burst of golden psionic energy at the point of contact—the chainsword's serrated edge melted like wax.
For the first time, terror appeared on the Death Guard's rotting face. This mortal, who should have been fragile, was now wreathed in golden energy that made even the Blessing of Nurgle within him tremble. It tried to retreat, but Russell was faster—the Blood Drinker drew a perfect arc, its psionic energy forming a crescent-shaped blade of light that severed the pus-filled head along with half of its spine.
Just then, Astram's silver blade pierced the chest of another Death Guard. Before the Plague Warrior's massive body had fully fallen, the four Grey Knights had already formed a diamond formation in perfect unison. Their Namses halberds simultaneously glowed with purification runes, and four silver-blue psionic beams intertwined into a net, instantly slicing the five charging Plague Warriors into smoking, rotting chunks of flesh.
But suddenly the ground trembled violently. Three Nurgle engines, each the size of a Sentinel mech, burst from the ground, their bodies, pieced together from rusted metal and writhing flesh, simultaneously opening hundreds of compound eyes. One of the engines opened its abdominal cavity, spewing out a waterfall of acid.
"Scatter!" Astram's battle cry and Russell's psionic barrier activated simultaneously. The golden light barrier unfurled before the torrent of acid, sizzling as it was corroded, yet remaining unyielding. Russell knelt on one knee, his Blood Drinker deeply embedded in the ground as a fulcrum, veins bulging on his forehead—a defensive technique he had learned from Guilliman's writings.
"Array!" Astram roared.
The twelve Grey Knights simultaneously pointed their halberds towards the sky, tearing the clouds apart with psionic energy, and the Emperor's Wrath transformed into a silver lightning bolt that crashed down. The self-destructing demonic engine was pierced by the lightning, and the shockwave from the explosion sent all the Plague Warriors within a hundred meters flying.
When the smoke cleared, only ruins still glowing with holy fire remained on the battlefield. Russell, leaning on his Blooddrinker, slowly rose; the golden light on his entrenching tool had dimmed considerably. Astram, his armor corroded, strode over and patted Russell heavily on the shoulder: "Consider your psionic energy, brother. I have a feeling something bigger is on its way."
As if in response to his words, a dark green pillar of plague clouds suddenly rose from the distant horizon. Within the clouds, a colossal creature, comparable to a Titan, could be vaguely seen writhing, a path cleared by a cloud of thousands of flies. Russell wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the Blood Drinker glowed faintly again: "Looks like the Death Guard has finally brought out its most treasured toy."
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The Death Lord Grox's massive body was like a moving plague mountain, his rotting armor crawling with maggots and pustules, each step causing the earth to tremble. A nauseating smile squeezed from his twisted face, his voice like bubbles rising from a rotting swamp: "Oh, look who this is? A luminous mortal, a 'Golden Man'! Can your light illuminate my path? Or have you merely come to add fresh fertilizer to my garden?"
Russell sneered, the Bloodthirsty entrenching tool in his hand humming low as it was infused with golden psionic energy. His gaze, sharp as a blade, fixed on Grox: "Your nonsense is more disgusting than your plague. Today, I will adorn my trophy rack with your head."
Grox let out a piercing laugh, brandishing his massive plague scythe, the pus dripping from its blade corroding the ground: "Arrogant mortal! Let me see if your golden light can withstand Nurgle's bounty!"
Before he could finish speaking, Grox launched a sudden attack, his Plague Scythe slashing straight at Russell with a stench of blood. Russell dodged, golden psionic energy erupting beneath his feet, allowing him to evade the fatal blow like lightning. The scythe missed its mark, corroding the ground and creating a huge crater that billowed out acrid green smoke.
Russell seized the opportunity to counterattack, the Blood Drinker drawing a golden arc aimed straight for Grox's neck. The Death Lord, though massive, reacted with lightning speed, raising his decaying arm armor to block the attack. The golden psionic energy collided with Nurgle's corrupting power, erupting in a blinding light and a deafening roar.
“Your power is not bad, mortal,” Grox grinned maliciously, “but it is nothing but a flash in the pan before Nurgle’s eternal blessing!”
Russell didn't respond; his movements were faster and more swift. The Blood Drinker transformed into a golden storm in his hands, each swing accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air. Grox's Plague Scythe, though immensely powerful, appeared clumsy and sluggish in the face of Russell's agility.
The battle between the two intensified, with golden and green energies intertwining on the battlefield, creating a bizarre yet spectacular scene. Russell's every attack was precise and deadly, while Grox relied on his powerful corrupting energy to withstand the attacks.
Finally, Russell found an opening. He feigned an attack on Grox's left side, but at the last moment, he abruptly changed direction, the Blood Drinker thrusting straight at the Death Lord's right rib. Golden psionic energy pierced through Grox's corrupted armor like a sharp sword, embedding itself in his body.
Grox let out a painful roar, his body trembling violently as pus and rotting flesh gushed from his wounds. But he did not fall; instead, he laughed maniacally, "You think this will kill me? Nurgle's blessing grants me immortality!"
Russell stared coldly at him, the Blood Drinker in his hand shining with a dazzling golden light once more: "Then let me see how long your 'immortality' can last!"
He leaped into the air, raising the Blood Drinker high above his head, golden psionic energy coalescing into a massive blade of light. Grox tried to raise his Plague Scythe to block, but Russell was too fast; the blade of light slashed down like a sword of judgment.
"For the Emperor!" Russell roared, the light blade severing Grox's plague scythe and then splitting his shoulder. The Death Lord's massive body staggered backward, putrid pus gushing from his wound. However, a sinister smile appeared on Grox's face.
"You think you've won, mortal?" Grox's voice was laced with sarcasm. "It's all part of the plan."
Russell frowned, alarm bells ringing in his mind. Just then, the ground suddenly trembled violently, and a corrupting aura even more terrifying than Grox's surged from all directions. A colossal figure slowly emerged from the thick plague fog—it was Nurgle's Archdatr, Kugas the Plague Father.
“Welcome, Russell,” Kugas’s voice was like the tolling of a decaying bell. “Your power has greatly interested us. Lord Nurgle hopes you will become his new favorite.”
Grox seized the opportunity to retreat, his wounds rapidly healing under Nurgle's blessing. He laughed loudly, "Enjoy yourself, Golden Man! Your show has only just begun!"
Russell looked around and found himself surrounded by countless Nurgle demons. Although his golden psionic energy was powerful, he was in a very unfavorable situation against so many enemies.
Astland's voice came from afar: "Russell! Hold on, we're coming to your aid!"
Russell gripped the Blood Drinker tightly, golden psionic energy gathering around him once more: "Want to catch me? Then try!"
The battle resumed, Russell's golden psionic energy clashing fiercely with Nurgle's corrupting power on the battlefield. He knew it would be a hard-fought fight, but he would not yield easily. For the Emperor, for humanity, he had to fight his way through!