Chapter 232 04.0231: "Arrest Target"

Following Horatio's tactical arrangement, Ravenno rushed towards the Carnivore Lord and began to focus psychic power again in his hidden hands.

Sensing the disturbance of unfamiliar psychic energy, the Lord of Carnivorous immediately discovered the Inquisitor's intentions.

He wielded his staff, channeling a violent scarlet force of the Warp, engaging in a psychic game with the Inquisitor.

the other side.

After a very brief stalemate and sizing up each other, the two men in close combat raised their weapons almost at the same time.

Buzz!
The teeth of the three chainsaw weapons bit together, producing brilliant sparks.

Although the Butcher Lord was once a mortal, he now wields two huge chain axes with skill, and his offensive power is not much weaker than that of the Astartes.

Even during years of slaughtering, he figured out the moves and techniques on his own, although not completely in line with the principles of martial arts, they were extremely suitable for him, and he presented a different kind of aesthetics of killing while hacking and killing.

Horatio started with the Meyer style, wielding the Holy Blood Chainsword. His iron hand took the lead in exerting force, while his left hand flexibly turned the hilt, using a more flexible way of holding the sword than one-handed wrist to fight with him.

The chainsaw sword attacks in a disorderly figure-8 shape like a swimming dragon, and the cutting teeth keep rushing towards the opponent.

Although the Butcher Lord had superb skills, the difference in the reach of their weapons meant that he fell behind.

Horatio accurately controlled the maximum attack length of the Holy Blood Chainsaw Sword. Whenever the Butcher Lord rushed forward, he could always rely on the safe distance brought by the length of the sword to pull him back, and then force him back with attacks and serrated blades.

'An inch longer, an inch stronger'. In the process of attack and defense, he had left several deep scars on the Butcher Lord. He seized the opportunity when the enemy blocked and pulled down with the chainsaw sword, crushing the thumb of his left hand.

Over time, the Butcher Lord, whose patience was exhausted by the pulling tactics, became more and more impatient. He roared, and exerted force with his iron arms again, launching a more bloodthirsty and fierce attack.

Horatio swung his chainsword as steadily as a great swordsman from the German region of ancient Terra, unleashing a series of windmill cuts.

The Carnivore Lord saw through his intention, used an axe to block, and took the opportunity to use the axe hook to block the chainsword, preventing him from drawing the sword back to defend.

Then he decisively threw another roaring chainsaw axe, overcoming the distance disadvantage he had previously been helpless against.

He had calculated clearly that at this moment, the opponent's sword had been stuck by the axe and he could not get back to block. Even if he dropped the sword, the distance did not allow him to dodge in time. So there was only one outcome for this powerful enemy, and that was "brain hole blown".

Thinking of this, the Butcher Lord laughed grimly, as if he had begun to enjoy the joy of victory in advance.

Ping!
Just as he expected, by anticipating its attack and controlling the axe blade with precision and power, he successfully hooked the Holy Blood Chainsword with the Chainsaw Axe.

The teeth of the two weapons pressed against each other, like two beasts wrestling and biting each other.

The Butcher Lord laughed wildly and with satisfaction, raising his right hand as if to throw.

This flying axe was the death knell for his opponent.

And for some reason, the opponent in front of him didn't react at all, and his figure remained as calm as before.

He must have been frightened by his own sudden move!
Just when the Butcher King was about to get carried away by his success, the evil fire on his body that protected him from harm disappeared.

He swung the axe, his face wide open, ready to throw.

He suddenly discovered that this Corpse King Servant had manipulated a servo skull to fly to... his flank? !
As if his tactics had been predicted long ago, the skull wearing a small bicorne hat opened its dark mouth, and the laser gun muzzle inside had been waiting for a long time.

Jiong! Light spurted out of the mouth of the skull, and a beam of blazing laser hit the Butcher King, burning his body.

"Ah!" The unbearable pain forced him to let out an extremely shrill scream, and his strong body couldn't help but collapse.

Horatio seized the opportunity and pulled out the officer's bolt pistol from his waist.

The click of the hammer hitting the target is crisp and pleasant.

"game over."

A faint voice came from the helmet of the faceless opponent, announcing that his death was imminent.

The slender index finger pulled the chrome trigger. Bang!
The death knell sounded.

puff.

The heavy body of the Butcher Lord fell to the ground, and the ferocious and terrifying demon skull mask was shattered by the loyalty bombs blessed by nano-aromatherapy and holy water.

Then his entire head exploded, and a mixture of black, red and white body fluids splattered on the dirty, dark ground, and was soon covered by other equally filthy blood.

"Whoosh." Horatio blew away the hot smoke from the muzzle, spun the bolt-gun revolver around his fingertips, and put it back into the holster.

Everything was within Horatio's calculations. He deliberately used the pulling tactic to lure the Butcher King into other tricks out of frustration, thus eliminating the Scarlet Mighty's bets on him for the duel.

When the flames of protection disappear, the servo skulls he arranged around the opponent can fire instantly.

[The Emperor probably won't mind if I win in this way.] He thought.

Zila!

A psychic fire exploded, and one of the residual flames splashed over. Horatio hurriedly dodged to the side. Even at a distance, he could feel the terrifying power of the psychic energy that was so cold that it was "hot".

He looked at the Inquisitor. The Inquisitor's psychic power had gradually gained the upper hand in the confrontation, and the scarlet evil power that was suppressing the Carnivore Lord was constantly shrinking.

"Hungry civilians! Fight against those who oppress you! Taste my delicious meat! Ah! Ah!" The Lord of Meat screamed. He was tortured by the Inquisitor's psychic power and let out miserably wailing screams in pain.

"Give up, you have no hope of winning!"

"Don't underestimate the power of the hungry! Dogs of the Empire!"

The Carnivore Lord laughed wildly, revealing his dark and bleeding gums. The eight-pointed star behind him began to flash a strange light.

Suddenly, a large basin of mercury mixed with ashes appeared abruptly from right above his head and poured on the head of the Carnivore Lord like a waterfall.

“What… is it… Aaaaah!!!”

The Carnivore Lord was stunned and felt a chill run down his spine. The mercury that poured into his mouth interrupted his words and choked his scream in his throat. The eight-pointed star behind him was also wrapped in ashes and mercury. The scarlet light of blasphemy dimmed and finally disappeared.

Inquisitor Ravenno looked up and saw a woman with a vague, ghostly figure, and two servants in Gothic clothing beside her.

She appeared above the stands at some point, and disappeared like a ghost after Ravenno noticed her.

But the situation did not allow him to think too much, so he seized the opportunity and increased the intensity of mental suppression.

The meat-eater's legs trembled under the pressure, and he finally knelt on his knees involuntarily, unable to move.

Upon seeing this, the Inquisitorial agents rushed forward and violently tackled the Carnivore Lord to the ground.

Although there were many people rushing over, there was no chaos at all. It was obvious that this was not the first time they had carried out such a capture mission.

Someone immediately tore apart his clothes and the banner made of human skin. At the same time, another pair of hands covered with rune sheepskin broke the eight-pointed evil weapon behind him, and used an iron hammer soaked in holy water to smash the abominable mask on his face.

The biggest and strongest man pressed his knee against the back of his neck and pinned him to the ground. The woman with the ponytail pressed against his body and pulled the trigger of the tranquilizer gun.

The Inquisitor kicks away the remains of the Flesh Lord's mask.

He was an old man with disheveled hair, pale face, exposed fangs and deep red eyes. He looked like the vampire Count in a horror story.

But now, he rolled his eyes, drooled, and lay there motionless, like an old beggar that could be seen anywhere in the lower nest.

"Handcuff him with soul-locking handcuffs." After the judge gave his instructions on how to deal with him, he turned around and looked anxiously at the hundreds of thousands of starving people below the stage who were like a tsunami, and frowned in worry.

The fanatical and out-of-control crowd below the stage surged upward like a tide of corpses, turning the podium where Horatio and the Inquisitor were standing into an isolated island.

Their target was the gigantic mountain of roasted corpses that exuded a strange aroma.

(End of this chapter)