Bang! Bang! Bang—
The Scythe of Blood whirling endlessly in Rorschach's palm collided again and again with the enormous corrupted scythe Typhonus was hacking toward him, each impact accompanied by piercing hums and shrieks!
Yet if not for the swarms of destruction bees shrouded in pitch-black poisonous mist repeatedly assailing Rorschach from time to time,
the heavy steps shifting beneath his feet would not even have needed to move an inch!
To a certain extent, Rorschach and Typhonus were now no longer on the same level in terms of combat power.
Aside from the chief Greater Daemons of the Chaos Gods and the many Traitor Primarchs, there were few targets worthy of his caution.
Rorschach now faced ordinary Greater Daemons, or even larger numbers of Chaos Astartes, with virtually no pressure at all.
"Tsk, tsk, Typhonus. We haven't seen each other in so long, yet you haven't improved one bit?"
"No wonder Nurgle hasn't elevated you to daemonhood. If this is all you've got, then I don't think you'll ever measure up to that Traitor brother of mine. A child is still just a child!"
At that moment, Rorschach, who handled Typhonus's frenzied assault with ease, once again put the snark passive inherited from Rogal Dorn to extraordinary use and mocked him in a low voice.
Roar—
In an instant, Typhonus, who was desperately swinging the enormous corrupted scythe in his hand yet posed little threat to the nimble Rorschach, was clearly provoked by Rorschach's words.
As soon as the words fell,
it let out an angry roar and abruptly shifted the Mag-boots beneath its feet.
Typhonus forcibly pulled back the enormous corrupted scythe locked against the Scythe of Blood, while one hand silently reached behind its back and drew several Vortex Grenades!
"Hm? You bunch of no-good bastards!"
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