Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 207 Throwing flash bombs at the Brass Fortress?

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Kabanha's wails echoed through the sky.

The divine light was like the sun piercing through the darkness, becoming increasingly intense.

The originally dark and depressing warp portal was illuminated as if it were daytime, and every inch of the corner was filled with golden light.

The demons, those once rampant beings, are now trapped in this crowded space, unable to escape the judgment of the Holy Light.

The bloodthirsty cruelty in their eyes was gone, leaving only deep despair and fear.

The screams became insignificant in the light, and the demon's body became distorted and terrifying under the light.

It seemed as if even the shadows refused to be with them.

Their bodies began to disintegrate and dissipated into wisps of black smoke, along with their souls and the concepts they represented, were wiped out.

There is no proof of existence.

whoosh-

In the extreme light, the subspace portal twisted and disappeared, as if it had never existed.

That space returned to where it was supposed to be.

In Ron's sight, he only saw the subspace portal suddenly light up and then disappear.

He frowned.

"The threat has finally been resolved. I wonder if the ashes bomb can kill that guy Kabanha..."

When the holy light bloomed, he could feel that only half of the eight bloodthirsty demons were wiped out, and the rest were still struggling.

But Kabanha was only badly injured physically and was wailing in pain.

As for whether the subsequent damage could solve this supreme bloodthirsty demon, he didn't know.

In the battlefield.

The remaining demon army looked at the disappearing subspace portal in a daze.

The Supreme Bloodthirster and the Archon abandoned them.

Then an indescribable fear spread among the demons.

The demons realized that they would face the terrible man who was the savior mentioned by the human warriors!

Ron's eyes fell on the remaining demons.

He activated the mechanical special effects on the golden armor, drew out the power sword and ignited the fire, like a god descending to earth.

Announce your presence to the warriors:
"In the name of the golden sun, darkness will eventually dissipate and light will last forever!"

Ron led the Thunder Guards to rush towards the demons, charging into the group of demons and starting a killing mode.

"For the Savior!"

The warriors were in high spirits and launched a charge against the remaining demons.

Those demons have lost the courage to fight and are not much of a threat.

Ron killed demons along the way as if he was cutting watermelons.

When the demons saw him, they turned around and fled as if they had seen some terrifying existence.

"Curse, curse is coming!"

"Cursed One!"

"Blood God, come and save us!"

Some demons were even frightened to the point of going mad, and before he could get close, they killed themselves and disintegrated back into the subspace.

Afterwards, more and more warriors from the outer fronts joined the battlefield, narrowing the encirclement and besieging the demons.

The demons that invaded Mattila met their end.

……

subspace.

Endless blood clouds filled the air.

There are pits after pits in the shattered land, filled with bones, broken armor and blades.

That was a brutal duel.

Slaves, warriors, and bloodthirsty monsters lined up in long queues and were pushed into the pit.

They will fight endlessly in the dueling pits, risking their lives to win the favor of Khorne, the god of death.

The blood of those losers gathered into small rivers and flowed into the huge lake, and the blood was steaming.

This is the realm of Khorne.

A hell far away from any star or sun's light.

Only the burning flames and surging magma can bring a glimmer of light here.

In the area, killing continued without stopping, just like usual.

For the demons entrenched in the Brass Fortress, it was as peaceful as ever.

Because no one dared to offend the Blood God's territory.

But now, the peace is broken.

bang——

A small sun appeared in the air near the Brass Fortress. Radiating holy light, a large number of Khorne demons dissipated in screams and fear.

This was equivalent to throwing a flash bomb into Khorne's lair, and the wailing of the demons even reached the Brass Fortress.

The light faded, and the broken demon body fell to the ground with a bang.

Such a sudden change made the demons in the Brass Fortress panic.

For a moment, they were silent and looked at each other.

"Is that... the power of the cursed?" After a moment of silence, a Khorne Great Daemon said in a muffled voice, with a hint of fear in his words.

After that, there was deathly silence again.

That terrifying being could actually spread his power to the Brass Fortress. This was undoubtedly terrifying.

On the brass throne.

The huge blood shadow vibrated, and the violent energy overflowing from it distorted the space and energy in the area.

The demons all lowered their heads, not daring to say anything more about the issue, for fear of incurring the wrath of the Blood God.

At this moment, Khorne was filled with rage that the cursed had extended their tentacles into his realm.

Even a small temptation is unforgivable!

At the same time, the other Chaos Gods cast a prying eye on the realm of Khorne.

The deeds of the cursed have always attracted the attention of the gods.

The power of the cursed that appeared in the realm of Khorne this time aroused their vigilance.

However, the gazes they cast were immediately cut off by the giant axe formed by the surging blood and energy.

Khorne blocked all gazes and issued a warning. He did not want the shameful scene in his realm to be seen by the gods.

On the ground outside the Brass Fortress.

"The Cursed One!"

Kabanha suddenly woke up from his coma.

He was badly injured, losing both wings, his magic horns were broken, and his body was covered with pits and burn marks.

The soul is also in a state of extreme weakness.

The energy of the cursed one still remained in his body, constantly burning him and causing him great pain.

Even if he returned to the realm of Khorne, the ubiquitous killing energy would not be able to repair his body for a while.

Fortunately, the huge killing energy at least saved his life.

Cabanha knew it well.

If he hadn't returned in time, he would have most likely been completely wiped out like the demons under his command.

Suddenly, Kabanha sensed the call of the Blood God.

He struggled to get up, dragging his broken body, and staggered towards the brass fortress.

Go to meet the great blood god.

At this moment, his mind was dizzy and his heart was full of fear.

He failed.

He blew the horn and went to war in a high-profile manner, but as soon as he arrived, he was beaten into his current state by an unknown entity.

Even when facing Sanguinius, he had never suffered such a heavy blow.

Kabanha has served the Blood God for a long time, and has come all the way from a humble sixth-level demon to the present, and has committed countless spectacular kills.

He knew the Blood God's temper well.

He hates cowards and enjoys inflicting the most cruel punishment on those who fear fighting!
Kabanha is undoubtedly the more cautious one among the demons.

He was not a reckless butcher and had long realized that cautious strategy could shed more blood than blind anger.

Even if it is a temporary failure, as long as more blood can be offered in the future, the punishment of the Blood God can be avoided.

But this time, he lost miserably.

This is an unprecedented failure.

He was defeated by the terrible energy summoned by the savior, and all his demon legions were lost on an unknown planet.

Moreover, he abandoned his soldiers and fled without dignity and honor.

If the Blood God knew, he would never forgive him!
With fear and uneasiness in his heart, Kabanha came to the hall under the brass throne.

As soon as he arrived in the hall, he felt the Blood God's angry gaze.

His anger is like a volcano about to erupt, hot and unstoppable!
Kabanha's heart skipped a beat.

The great blood god was angry after all.

Having committed such a shameful act, the Blood God would probably drag him to the top of the Brass Fortress and punish him cruelly.

Then hang it on the high wall, so that all the demons in the area will know:

He was a cowardly, courageless monster, a shameful deserter.

What should I do?
Cabanha could already imagine it.

The sarcastic words and mocking looks from Angras and the demons would be like sharp blades, cutting his remaining self-esteem over and over again.

Even the meanest demons would spit at him.

Every action, every insult, will become his eternal shame and a nightmare from which he cannot escape.

Such humiliation is even more terrible to him than death. It would be better for him to die directly under the power of the cursed one!

The cursed one?
A light flashed in Kabanha's confused thoughts.

He raised his head and looked at the demons, and found that there was a hint of fear in the depths of their gazes?
Kabanha realized that they were afraid of the large amount of energy of the cursed that remained in their bodies.

To the demons, he was a mobile source of pollution. No wonder the demons had avoided him all the way.

If even the demons are so afraid, then my failure doesn't seem to be a big deal, right?

Cabanha couldn't help but think.

I have faced the existence of the Cursed One, even if it is only His energy!
Thinking of this, Kabanha's worries were swept away.

He involuntarily straightened his chest...

(End of this chapter)