The so-called "spells" had been effortlessly dispelled by a few packets of sour, foul-smelling liquid.
The xenos sorcerers stood dumbstruck. Their ridiculous brains could not comprehend what had just happened. As far as they knew, spells could only be defeated by stronger spells. This method, which required no chanting or soul sacrifices, only a spray of liquid, had utterly shattered their worldview.
Just as the xenos descended into confusion and terror at the collapse of everything they knew, a deafening roar tore through the silence of the battlefield.
"Now, it's our turn."
Mortarion's enormous, pale body thundered out through the gap where the toxic mist had dispersed.
He was no longer empty-handed. He held a War Scythe so enormous it was breathtaking. Its shaft had been welded together from the spine of some gigantic beast and a heavy steel pipe, while its curved blade, a full two meters long, had been forged by Mortarion from salvaged starship armor plates, repeatedly hammered and quenched in a crude furnace.
It had no ornate runes, no magical radiance, only rough welds, dull rust, and a physical beauty born of absolute violence.
He closed in, his enormous War Scythe carving a deadly crescent through the air.
Squelch!
There was not the slightest resistance, as though a hot knife were slicing through butter. Two lunging Stitched Beasts, along with the hard shells they were so proud of, were cut in half at the waist by that single sweep! Foul entrails and black blood sprayed across the ground.
"Kill them all!"
Mortarion's charge set the mortal warriors' hearts ablaze.
If the gas masks and decontamination sprays had freed them from fear, then Mortarion's crushing harvest of flesh had fully awakened their human fighting spirit.
"They bleed too! They feel fear too!"
The young warrior who had