Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands

Chapter 41 Blood God

【Blood…】

The heavy whispers from the Lord of the Skull linger in the sea of ​​souls, and the scarlet shadow full of violence looms in the waves of the warp, above the shadow cast by the huge mountain of skulls that can destroy reason, through A hideous brass throne made of brass and lava.

In the roar that echoed in the boundless ocean of the highest sky, the Destruction Power spit out eight syllables and eight words through an ancient and unknown language.

It was fused into an obscure phrase whose real meaning was only one short word: blood.

In an instant, the sulfur scattered over the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood was blown away by the stalwart momentum from the destructive power.

At this moment, the murders and mutilations spreading throughout the Khorne domain ceased, and countless vampires and various ancient demons walking on the road of corpses on the plain of flames also fell silent. The servants of the army are always in fear, accumulating a bloodthirsty ferocity that is more angry and crazier than every previous war.

Together with the entrenched side on this blasphemous scorched earth, the Khorne demons named 'Bloodthirsty Demons' were also shocked by the roar of their masters, and the scarlet river of churning blood magma no longer issued weaklings. The horrific screams and the endless air-dried corpses hanging on the execution rack also stopped the ravings of the despicable ones, and all symbols that symbolized the angry will of the destructive power stopped here.

Together with the Khorne demon Salam who is being bound by eight chains in the prison of the abyss and executed by 88 sharp axes for a sentence of 880 years, he also stopped screaming in pain, just like eight executioners holding sharp axes The demons fell into a sluggish state at this time, because their blasphemous bodies born from the will of the blood god have been completely shocked by his voice, and their ability to think has also been lost under the shock.

And those great demons of Khorne who control the infinite multiples of the chaos army of eight still have the ability to think, but these big demons who still have the ability to think can hardly understand the sacred whispers of the blood god.

They can clearly feel the infinite anger that is almost condensed into substance above the brass fortress.

After Scarbrand, who was once the blood god's favorite, was banished from the domain of Khorne, these Khorne demons never felt the wrath and bloodthirsty from the blood god again—even if he The endless anger symbolizes the bloodthirsty flames constantly rising from the scorched abyss, devouring all cowardly souls all the time.

Every whisper of the blood god symbolizes that endless blood will flow, murders counted by the sands of the Ganges will spread across every world, the stars will be burned by his wrath, and the sea of ​​souls will be burned by his will Every roar from the Brazen Throne pierces the veil of reality, stirring wars across the galaxy.

He savored every war in the past, and he looked forward to every fight in the future.

The constant hatred and anger are like the flames burning brightly in the bellows, forging the sharp giant ax made of brass.

The blood god's eyes are on all murders and duels, and anyone can hear his violent laughter like a roar.

Like a long-awaited feast.

Before the curtain of the supreme sky was completely lifted by this violent momentum, Li Zi's figure was the first to appear in his vision, and the Blood God could clearly feel the indescribable filth and depravity that was following the time The waves of the world are constantly moving forward, hysterical joy and torture are lurking in the holy war, and six twisted corpses that are enough to tear apart reason are thrown into it.

In an instant, the countless howling souls in the sea of ​​blood were consumed by the anger of the Skull Lord—obviously, the appearance of Prince Joy made him extremely angry.

But the turbulent waves of the supreme sky never stopped, and then an indigo bird feather emerged from the coquettish figure. On the boundless and long web of fate, the sound of the bird's beak twitching was extremely clear, and he was always watching The ever-changing but destined unknown destiny, treacherous whispers mixed with nine laments are everywhere.

At the end of some tragic story that is hard to see, the feather falls slowly.

In the end, the rotten, filthy dark green breath spread, and His gentle panting revealed the deathly silence of dying wood. The seven desperate whispers came from the ancient courtyard, and the vitality scattered in the garden was in line with His call. Similarly, being nourished by the plague in the dirty rainwater, the numb hoarse whispers are always mixed with the sticky sound of rotten maggots wriggling freely in the pus.

His laments are unchanging, His mercy is as old as ever.

In the eight angry roars that almost set off a tsunami in the sea of ​​souls, the blood god's will appeared.

He does not allow the holy jihad to be distorted by treachery, nor does he allow any filth and corruption to touch the prey in front of him.

She——is the blood god's favorite trophy.

His wrath is unparalleled, the seething waves of the soul symbolizing the majestic rage of the most ferocious beings in the highest heavens.

The giant brass ax that could easily destroy the entire God of Khorne was lifted high by Him: the immeasurable shadow of the huge ax blade almost covered the scarlet sky like a mountain, and any dazzling light could be seen on the nearly materialized body of the blood god. The face of anger is also dim, and the blood of the strong and the Khorne runes flowing on the sharp axe are shining, no matter what is used to describe it-the highest glory on the brass throne, sharp and crazy The endless roar of the blood god, the murder and hatred that pervade the entire material universe, or the terrifying anger of the blood god that burns all the time in the long river of time.

It is the embodiment of destruction.

Under the terrified gazes of all the demons, His endless anger and bloodthirsty condensed into a scarlet light that traversed the world, and faintly visible shadows of lavender and indigo flickered on the other side of fate. After that, The dark green stalwart figure seemed to let out some kind of sigh, and also avoided the sharp and unstoppable anger of the blood god.

However, in front of the stalwart ax blade that is difficult to measure in size, there is an extremely dim golden shadow.

It is smaller than any light in the Khorne God's Domain, but it is more solid than other figures.

His ruthless gaze from the distant and distorted future is like the blood god's violent gaze looking back at the distant golden throne.

The cold golden flame is His true symbol.

—The Fire Stealer.

The blood god's low roar echoed in the highest heaven.

They are very familiar with the living corpse who is still fighting on the golden throne.

In an instant, from the perspective of the past, the present, or a certain period of time in the future, the existence of the entire domain of Khorne was completely torn apart.

The scorched earth plain cast on the corpses has already been torn apart by this indescribable collision of mighty force.

The majestic sea of ​​blood poured down through the majestic rift, pouring directly into the chaotic and disordered sea of ​​souls, driving the psykers in the 880 eight worlds into madness, and causing the 88 demon worlds to be wiped out in the collision. Even the brass fortress cast by the skull was shaken eight times.

In the sea of ​​souls, the shallow veil linking the past and the future is slowly torn away—a scarlet and strong stalwart figure emerges from it.

The blood god's anger gradually subsided with the appearance of the spoils.

However, when he saw the prominent butcher's nails on the head of that stalwart figure, the sea of ​​souls boiled with hot lava again.

He knew it must have been done by that damned carrion who pulled something over while his rage that roamed the rivers of time drove it back to the present and ripped apart the choral engines of the future .

The slave named [Angron].

but…

The blood god never cared about the number of slaves.

Small setbacks are irrelevant, and the spoils that don't meet your expectations... can be used as waste for the time being.

In the Lord of Skull's ferocious gaze across past and future, his prey still roams the sea of ​​souls.

A magnificent war is coming, more blood will be shed, and more killings will be concluded.

And the blood god never cared who the blood came from.

Including - Himself.

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　One more~
　　The God Emperor didn't want to talk to you, and gave you a big psionic mouth.jpg
　　Warm reminder: The cover of this expansion is blamed on the red angel Angron!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)