AWB Chapter 281 Voda: The End of Blood Glory
Chapter 281 Voda: The End of Blood Glory
"Grand Master, I'm going to hunt down Woda Bloodshine too!" Russell said.
Clement glanced at Russell and frowned slightly, saying: How can an ordinary human chase after a demon?
Russell immediately took out the Grey Knight badge and said: "This was given to me by Company Commander Astland. We banished the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord together."
Clement's visor flashed with data streams as he carefully examined the man before him, who stood tall despite his numerous wounds. The Grey Knight badge in Russell's hand gleamed faintly in the dim light; it was Company Commander Astran's token and proof of his identity.
“You are Russell…” Claymond’s voice held a hint of surprise. “Asteran mentioned you in his report. He said you were a miracle, a mortal who possessed the power to fight against chaos.”
Russell nodded, his eyes filled with determination: "My golden psionic energy is the bane of chaos. Now that Voda Bloodrong is injured, it's the perfect opportunity to banish him. I've banished him before, and this time he's mainly here to find me. I must kill him, or he'll come after me."
Clement remained silent for a moment, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He knew that Russell's power was indeed extraordinary, but the mission to pursue Voda Bloodsong was fraught with danger.
“Woda Bloodshine is a formidable opponent,” Clement’s voice carried a hint of warning, “Even injured, he should not be underestimated.”
Russell's eyes gleamed with fighting spirit: "I know he's dangerous, but I have no choice. If I don't kill him, he'll never let me go."
Clement nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes. "Very good, Russell. Your courage and determination give me hope. We will pursue Woda Bloodshine together, but you must follow my orders."
Russell nodded seriously.
The searchlights of the Thunderhawk gunship pierced the rain, revealing Woda Bloodrong leaning against a mutated giant tree, panting. Three bone spurs had regrown from his right arm, and flesh was writhing in the socket of his left eye, blasted open by a Gray Knight's explosive shell. As the six Terminator mechs descended in a ring, the Demon Prince roared with laughter: "Bringing an even bigger iron coffin to your death this time?"
Grandmaster Clement's Namesis halberd plunged into the mud, instantly clearing the rain within a hundred-meter radius with psychic ripples: "Your laughter will soon turn into wails." The Terminator squad behind him simultaneously activated their Holy Flame jets, twelve silver-white pillars of fire trapping Voda in the center.
Voda's bone spurs suddenly swelled, piercing the shoulder armor of two Terminators. But the Grey Knights immediately activated their self-healing protocol, liquid metal gushing from the wounds to seal the breach. Clement seized the opportunity to charge forward, his halberd carving a charred trench in Voda's chest, the psionic runes of the Emperor's Word seeping into the demon's body through the wound.
"A mere trick!" Voda's chest suddenly burst open, spitting out a jet of blood infused with chaotic runes. Clement's visor sizzled as it corroded, yet it still precisely fastened the anti-magic shackles to Voda's regenerating right leg.
At that moment, Terminator Commander Talos activated the Ultimate Protocol. His powered gauntlets ejected spinning exorcism serrations, and he slammed into Voda like a cannonball. The Demon Prince was pinned against the giant tree, and the moment the serrations pierced his abdomen, twenty Holy Flame grenades exploded at point-blank range.
When the smoke cleared, Voda's lower body was charred. But his remaining upper body suddenly mutated, his spine bursting into nine barbed tentacles that ensnared Talos. "Taste the Blood God's gift!" The tentacles' tips pierced every seam of the Terminator armor.
Just as Clement was about to provide assistance, he discovered that Russell had somehow climbed up to the treetop. The young man was covered in blood, and his Bloodthirsty entrenching tool was stuck upside down in the tree trunk three meters above Voda's head—the very source of the Demon Prince's regenerative energy.
"Now!" Russell roared as he leaped down, his entire weight slamming into the shovel handle. Golden psionic energy flowed through the tree veins into Voda's skull, resonating with the holy runes injected by Clement. The Demon Prince suddenly froze, his nine tentacles simultaneously exploding into a bloody mist.
Talos seized the opportunity to break free of his restraints, his power gauntlet piercing Voda's throat. Clement's halberd followed closely, pinning the mangled body to the ground inscribed with exorcism runes. Russell's final throw, the Holy Blood Grenade, exploded in the demon's mouth, completing the triple seal amidst a towering burst of flames.
As the warp rift began to devour Voda's remnants, Clement reached out and helped the slumped Russell to his feet: "Asteran wasn't wrong, you really are a madman who can create miracles."
Twenty kilometers away on a mountaintop, the three faces of the Thousand-Faced Demon King slowly dissipated in the thunderclouds. With the tongues of its followers, it wrote new prophecies on the rock face, and the torrential rain immediately washed the blood-red words into smiling patterns.
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In the rudimentary base
“We have only killed him temporarily,” Clement’s voice was low and cold, as if it came from the abyss. “His master—that chaotic evil god—will resurrect him. Voda Blood’s curse is not over.”
Casal stood to one side, his armor badly damaged, the white scar emblem on his chest almost torn off, but his eyes remained resolute. Beside him, the few remaining white scar warriors stood silently, their wounds almost healed with the help of the Grey Knight apothecary.
“In any case, we won this battle,” Casal’s voice was hoarse but firm. “Without your help, we would not have been able to fight such an enemy.”
Clement nodded, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. His eyes finally settled on Russell—Russell's armor was stained with the marks of battle, but his eyes remained sharp as knives. Beside him, Arya stood quietly.
“Your performance was impressive, Russell,” Clement said.
Russell smiled and nodded, but said nothing.
“We need to return to Titan,” Clemens continued. “The threat of Chaos is everywhere, and we must be prepared at all times.”
Casal stepped forward and extended his hand to Clement. The two warriors clasped each other's wrists tightly, a symbol of mutual respect and trust.
“Thank you for your help,” Casal said. “Without the Grey Knights, we would have no chance against such an enemy.”
Clement nodded, then turned and led his grey knights away from the battlefield. Their silver armor gleamed coldly in the dim light, making them look like a group of warriors from heaven.
Casal watched them leave, then turned to look at Russell and Arya. A hint of expectation flickered in his eyes.
“Russell,” Casal began, “I would like to invite you to continue our cooperation. White Scar needs warriors like you, and I also hope to fight alongside a strongman like you.”
Russell paused for a moment, then nodded. His voice was deep and powerful: "I am willing to fight alongside you, Casal. Your courage and leadership are worthy of my following."
Arya smiled slightly, though her face remained pale, her eyes filled with determination. "I will continue to walk with you," she said. "The threat of Chaos is everywhere, and we must unite."
Casal smiled, a rare sight for him. He patted Russell on the shoulder, then turned to look at his White Scar warriors.