Chapter 123

It is no exaggeration to say that while it is not impossible to find someone who can defeat a Khorne "Chosen" in melee combat, even considering the sheer scale of the Human Empire, such individuals are not just rare—they are one in ten billion, a hundred billion, or even a trillion!

In other stories, the protagonist might have a sudden power-up, shouting about friendship or love, and hack a Greater Daemon of Khorne, a Prince of Slaanesh, or a Great Unclean One of Nurgle to death in minutes.

But when faced with reality, that is all just nonsense!

To give an example and intuitively demonstrate the current gap between the two, one could put it this way.

You have been a good fighter since you were a child, and after entering elementary school, you quickly became a campus bully. Then, you are invited to participate in the World Heavyweight Championship, only for the organizer (Khorne) to cheat, rig the match, and change your opponent. You then watch in horror as a prime Mike Tyson steps onto the ring, cracking his knuckles with a ferocious grin.

You ask why it isn't Tyson?

The gap isn't quite that absurd; it's just... it's not that there's no chance of winning, provided that a certain "Huang Laohan" gives a little push!

Never mind Greater Daemons; even a blessed Chosen can sweep through ninety percent of hive cities. Especially a blessed one like "Dre Kelisi," who perfectly aligns with Khorne's sacred numbers—if nothing goes wrong... this planet will serve as a nest to incubate a newborn "Greater Daemon"!

"Sergeant... can we win?"

At this moment, Alvin heard Ditz's voice behind him.

Are you kidding? Can we win?

We're dead for sure, brother!

"Huang Laohan, oh Huang Laohan... if you don't give me a push soon, I'm really going to be chopped into meat paste!" Alvin thought bitterly, yet he still gripped his power sword, took a stance, and fixed his gaze like a falcon on "Dre Kelisi."

It wasn't that there was absolutely no chance!

Gray had created an opportunity for him with his life!

The melta had shattered "Dre Kelisi's" armor, weakening her defense, and the arm Gray had severed had, in a sense, increased Alvin's win rate by one percent!

Does anyone really think that because a "Chosen" is missing an arm, she's just a piece of cake waiting to be kneaded?

That might be true compared to a "Dreadnought" or a "Company Champion."

To a mortal like Alvin, who is still struggling at the bottom and covered in mud, there is basically no difference, unless "Dre Kelisi" decides to go easy!

But... looking at "Dre Kelisi," who seemed eager to swallow him whole, Alvin felt that possibility was slim to none.

"Dre Kelisi," having returned to the fray, radiated an even more intense killing intent, as if the temperature of the surrounding air had dropped several times over, with the wails of countless souls echoing.

Perhaps it was because she had been driven to a dead end.

This caused a near-pathological flush to gradually appear on Alvin's face. Amidst the killing intent that could almost crush his bones, he felt not a shred of fear, but rather... a desire to slaughter!

"Come..."

He licked his lips like a beast and actually took the initiative to charge toward "Dre Kelisi": "Let's see who gets hacked to death first!"

Combat, exhilarating!

Squeezing every inch of his muscles to the limit, bursting forth with power he had never possessed before, in an extremely excited mental state, Alvin actually briefly transcended the limits of humanity!

Boom!

His speed was extremely fast, as if leaving afterimages.

Even "Dre Kelisi" couldn't react in time; she was struck by a sword on the axe handle, her figure swaying as she retreated.

But Alvin's offensive did not stop. He pulled a damaged Mark V from his personal space, but instead of wearing it, he used it as remote firepower to constantly harass "Dre Kelisi."

Boom, boom, boom...

The powerful remote firepower was like a baptism of rain!

Even with Khorne's blessing, such massive firepower coverage still caused "Dre Kelisi" to retreat repeatedly, flesh and blood splattering from her body as she let out bursts of miserable wails!

"Kill you, I'm going to kill you—!"

"Dre Kelisi's" fury escalated further. She forcibly endured the dense firepower coverage, and a bloody, fishy wind swept horizontally; the storm, appearing almost tangible, directly shattered the Mark V!

One second ago, the Mark V was still suppressing her.

The next second, it was hacked into scrap.

"Damn it!"

Alvin cursed inwardly. Next time he returns to Marvel, he will definitely go and ransack Wakanda; he must get a full set of vibranium armor no matter what!

But thoughts aside, his hands did not stop moving.

He once again threw out a S. H. I. E. L. D. diffusion energy rod from his personal space and set up a crude trap.

Hum!

Just as "Dre Kelisi" was about to press her advantage and hack that hateful Alvin to death with an axe, she unknowingly stepped into the "trap."

The diffusion energy rod was activated!

It spun into mid-air, then released a visible, ring-shaped energy wave that forcibly blocked "Dre Kelisi's" path, briefly trapping her in the middle.

"Go to hell!"

Alvin casually threw out the "Graviton," a container carrying a unique substance, which smashed onto "Dre Kelisi's" forehead.

Under the impact of the surrounding energy rods, the liquid inside immediately altered the surrounding gravitational structure, and gravity hundreds or thousands of times stronger was applied to "Dre Kelisi's" body.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

No matter how angry "Dre Kelisi" was or how she struggled, she could not change the influence caused by gravity. Her knees buckled, and she smashed heavily onto the ground, directly creating a crater.

At this moment, Alvin activated his power sword, veins bulging on his face, roaring ferociously, his arms gathering all his strength as he slashed toward the neck of "Dre Kelisi," who was kneeling on the ground!

"Die—!!!"

The blade, wrapped in a biological decomposition field, cut a terrifying cold light through the air, emitting a heart-stirring shriek!

"Go, Sergeant!"

"Slaughter the heretic! Sergeant!"

"Sergeant, keep it up!"

The members of the 3rd Company widened their eyes, unable to help but cheer for victory in advance.

But, unfortunately.

Popping champagne at halftime is the worst habit.

Just as the power sword was about to slash down and sever "Dre Kelisi's" head, she exploded with power at the moment of near-death. Her flesh and blood bulged, her bones emitted a terrifying crackling sound, and she forcibly broke free from the shackles of gravity!

Just a little bit!

The power sword could have severed her head and ended it all, but it was blocked by "Dre Kelisi's" axe.

In the moment approaching death, "Dre Kelisi's" fury caused her strength to multiply many times over. At the same time, her physique, which had previously resembled a normal human, suddenly expanded several times over like a balloon!

The degree of her muscle expansion was like that of a bodybuilder from hell, and her blasphemous flesh was covered in blasphemous runes. Just one look at it caused Alvin's mind to suffer a shock.

"Dre Kelisi" looked down from above, her entire face completely distorted, almost indistinguishable from a Warp daemon.

Her incredibly ugly face was filled with unbridled muscles, converging into an expression of fury; her eyes shone with the scarlet light of slaughter, gushing out like magma; black breath sprayed from her nostrils, scorching and hot.

Blood seemed to have recast her torso and soul!

At this moment, "Dre Kelisi" finally possessed the eight-fold blessing Khorne had bestowed upon her.

"Bastard..."

In "Dre Kelisi's" blood-red eyes, which flowed with fury, Alvin's tiny figure was reflected: "Don't underestimate the bond between me and my brother, ah ah ah!"

"???"

Alvin's eyelid twitched.

Damn it, who is the villain here?!

Uncomfortable... no recommendation this week again.