Chapter 369: Finally Breaking the Altar

"Break for me!"

As soon as Sinuoli exited the cabin, he activated Avatar of the Gods, plummeting toward the blood-red altar in the courtyard with immense inertia. Watching this scene, the surrounding Executioners retreated toward the outer circle one after another.

"Blood Soul Barrier! Rise!"

The Death Hag had previously seen Sinuoli's combat tactic of transforming into a stone statue and descending from the sky on the rooftop of the tower where the commanders gathered; she certainly could not withstand it on her own, but now she still had the sacrificial power gathered by the altar to use.

"Creak! Creak!"

Through the blood-red light barrier, from which the distorted faces of victims constantly drifted, Sinuoli saw the expression on the woman's face shift gradually from a sinister grin to astonishment and fear.

His feet landed on the top of the barrier, and the impact force combined with the power of Thunder Strike caused tiny cracks to appear on the otherwise solid defense, which then began to spread.

"Boom!"

The stone statue stomped fiercely; this blow seemed to land simultaneously on the Death Hag's heart, and the trembling shield made her heart skip a beat.

"What are you eunuch dogs standing there for? Hurry up and sacrifice!" She realized the situation and shouted at the Executioners who had just scattered and retreated.

"Squelch!" "Crack!"

The Har Ganeth Executioners were certainly not fools; this stone statue had just destroyed those two blood-bone Shenkan on the front line as easily as chopping melons and vegetables, and if they didn't have a good outcome once he destroyed the altar and freed up his hands, they quickly returned to their posts.

One head after another fell, the dried circuits were filled with fresh blood once more, the altar's power was replenished, and under the Hag's guidance, the Blood Soul Barrier began to repair itself, even the blood pool in the sky gradually resumed its attacks.

"There really is strength in numbers, or rather, in Elves!"

Sinuoli jumped down and attacked the barrier with both hammer and axe, but after a moment, he discovered a problem: his skills had cooldown times, and relying solely on normal attacks really couldn't keep up with the speed at which a group of Executioners was replenishing it.

"I'll let your head hang on your neck for a while longer!"

The stone statue stared at the Death Hag's face, leaving her a cruel smile, then threw his hammer to smash the head of an Executioner nearby who was struggling to kill captives into a mist of blood.

"Don't be in such a hurry to run; weren't you quite spirited when slaughtering defenseless captives? Why are you afraid now?"

This group of Executioners did not gather to fight him to the death as he had imagined, but instead scattered to fight guerrilla-style when they saw the situation was bad. Fortunately, to convert victims into sacrificial power, one had to behead them on the altar; the Executioners were not yet providing energy to the shield while running.

"Long-lived races are such a nuisance!"

Sinuoli cursed with a frown; this was his first time fighting elite troops among the long-lived races alone. Previously, when cleaning up small groups of Deep Sea Guards and Black Guards, he had the advantage of numbers, but now he truly felt the slipperiness of veteran soldiers.

Even if the Executioners wore heavy armor, they would inevitably lose their combat effectiveness if hit squarely by the stone statue's immense strength. But these guys scattered and used Zhendan captives as human shields, forcing Sinuoli to hold back.

Just as he wanted to go back and continue destroying the altar shield, the Executioners also turned back to try and continue the slaughter; before two rounds had passed, he saw a group of Naggarond Black Guards gathering on the opposite tower preparing to come over to support—Kanowar would certainly not sit idly by and watch Sinuoli wreak havoc in his hinterland.

"Are you King Sinuoli?"

After the Storm Hammer cooled down, Sinuoli used its tracking and locking effect to kill another Executioner. Just as he was thinking of a strategy while preventing the barrier from repairing, a question in the Zhendan language rang in his ear.

"Indeed! His Highness Yin Yin entrusted me to come here to stop the sacrifice."

He looked down and saw a tall, powerful Zhendan man using the greatsword dropped by a smashed Executioner to cut the ropes binding him, then picking up the weapon to begin rescuing his compatriots.

"Everyone, to die in battle is death, and to sit and be bound is also death. If we are to die, why not die for the Heavenly Dynasty? I am Commandant Liu Xiang of Tongzhou; those who dare to fight, follow me to block the enemy! Let King Sinuoli slaughter!"

The Zhendan officer's shout received a response from the captives; they had long wanted to resist, but they were unarmed, and secondly, they were strictly guarded by heavily armed enemies with no opportunity.

"Better to die than be a slave!"

"Old Niu will go first!"

"If I can take one with me, it's not a loss!"

The captives who had regained their ability to move still had no power to fight back against elites like the Har Ganeth Executioners; dressed in simple cloth, all they could do was hold onto the Dark Elves' legs tightly, not letting go even when their arms were severed at the root by greatswords.

Stone statues cannot shed tears; Sinuoli gritted his teeth and threw and retrieved the warhammer in his hand with maximum efficiency, each strike reaping the filthy soul of an Executioner who had been briefly restrained.

"My Lord, pirate reinforcements are arriving! Please destroy the altar quickly!"

Liu Xiang looked down and saw that the Black Guards supporting from the main tower had already begun to climb the tower here; he hurriedly reminded Sinuoli.

"Clack!"

Looking at the corpses all over the ground and the blood covering his feet, Sinuoli loosened his shoulders and strode toward the now semi-transparent barrier.

"No, no! Great Khaine, Lord of Murder, God of the Bloody Hand! I am willing to offer you everything, please save me!"

The Death Hag prayed frantically to the phantom of Khaine, but the four-armed demon god did not cast even a shred of a glance her way. Receive a portion of sacrifice, exert a portion of power; this was the principle of the gods of hell.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The stone statue swung the weapons in his hands with all his might; after several heavy strikes, he heard the crisp "zzzt" sound like ice shattering, just as he had hoped.

"Ding!"

The Death Hag's weak performance was a deception; the moment the shield shattered, she erupted into action, pulled out the twin daggers at her waist, and leaped high to stab directly at Sinuoli's neck, but this strike failed to pierce the defense of his legendary armor.

"Clack!"

Her strike failed, and she kicked off Sinuoli's chest with both feet, wanting to pull away again. The Dwarf King was a veteran of many battles; how could he give her such an opportunity? He reached out a large hand, grabbed the woman's neck, and squeezed fiercely, sending this fellow with blood-stained hands to hell.

"Hmph, what are you looking at? Your sword is indeed not bad, but it's a pity that I, your Dwarf Grandpa, don't think much of it!"

The high priestess was killed, and the energy maintaining her presence in the world was cut off. The phantom of Khaine turned its head to glare at Sinuoli before dissipating, but the Dwarf didn't take it to heart at all.

Legend has it that Khaine locked Vaul, the smith god of the Elves, to an anvil, forcing her to forge one hundred divine swords for him. To complete the task, Vaul mixed in one ordinary blade, but it was eventually discovered by Khaine.

This sword was left in the mortal world; whoever picked it up would gain the supreme power of Khaine, but would also be cursed by her and fall into madness. Even more terrifyingly, this curse would be passed down to descendants. Sinuoli thought about it and had no intention of messing with this super-weapon from his past-life games.