Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

It is easy to ask God but difficult to send Him away.

Those summoned demons will kill everyone they see without distinguishing between friend or foe. If the Astra Militarum in the fortress are really expelled or even annihilated, they will become the only target of the demons, and death and killing will befall the fortress.

By then, defense will become even more difficult than before.

Unless they find a way to close the portal under the massacre of the demon army.

But just like the mission to recapture the generator, there is no need to entrust the task to the Skull Reapers if they can do it.

This fortress is undefendable.

Mamun realized this more than anyone else.

So, he didn't really have much choice.

“Planning must be done ahead of time.”

Mammon murmured, "We must begin the ceremony early."

A huge figure appeared in the darkness, and he laughed softly:

“It takes a lot of people.”

Mamun asked:

"Is one million enough?"

"It's enough to remove one person, but where do you find so many people?"

Mammon looked up at the Chaos Space Marine wearing blue power armor, with green three-headed snakes tattooed on his chest and shoulder armor, and a large amount of green snake scales painted on his leg armor and chest armor, and said in a deep voice:

"There are still more than six million soldiers in this fortress!"

"really."

He scoffed. "This city is a little too fortified."

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boom!

A giant hoof stepped out of the portal, and its full appearance gradually appeared in the real universe.

He has blood-red skin, and his body is covered with strong and sharp horns. He is wearing the bronze cursed armor forged from the Chaos Furnace in the Eye of Terror. His chest is hung with countless heads of losers, and he holds a long executioner axe in his hand.

"Uraka..."

Zhu Fu looked at the huge demon prince in front of him with a somewhat surprised expression.

Why Uraka?

The one he summoned was clearly Angrath, the most favored Daemon by Khorne and the most powerful among the bloodthirsty Daemons.

Only he is worthy of Zhu Fu's sacrifice, and only he can reverse the current situation!

But why did the Demon Prince come?

Even though Zhu Fu's brain has become less sharp due to the erosion of chaos, it doesn't mean that he is a fool!

Just like Khorne, the power he controls is not only killing, anger and destruction, but also discipline, courage and honor. He is also the god of war, and all tactics and strategies exist for him!

Although He doesn't like conspiracy tracks, it doesn't mean that He can't see through them!

It is impossible for him not to understand that only the most powerful and bloodthirsty demon can change the current situation, not a mere demon prince.

The bloodthirsty daemons are Khorne's most beloved children, fragments separated from Him.

But what kind of garbage is the Demon Prince?

They are just a group of mortals who have been blessed by ascending to the devil. The Demon Prince is very strong, but that is only relatively speaking!

They may be able to match the weakest of the Daemons in strength, but only the Daemon Primarchs can match the mighty ones.

The other demon princes are essentially just playthings of the gods.

What would be the use even if Uraka was sent here now?

He doesn't even have the huge wings blessed by the Blood God!

Zhu Fu keenly sensed that something was wrong, but his brain did not allow him to think about such a complicated problem.

Looking at the demon prince charging through the demon army, killing countless vampires and flesh hounds.

Zhu Fu was silent for a long time, and made perhaps the most correct decision in his life -

He stepped into the portal and disappeared into the real universe.

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"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

Uraka proudly praised the glory of the Blood God and roared as he rushed towards the mortals who were slaughtering demons.

clang!

The battle axe slashed straight at Zaku's head, as if to cut him in half. Noah immediately raised his power sword to block, causing the metal and force field to groan in the collision.

Although there was no direct contact, the Emperor's sword was still burning Urak's skin, consuming his life. The holy fuselage flames would jump and burn the body of the demon prince, causing his blood-red skin to fester and burn.

But as long as he cannot be killed completely, his body will recover quickly, which will make him even more angry.

And for the Demon Prince, anger is his most powerful weapon!

As the demon prince of the Blood God, he may have had a very high IQ, and he may have been able to feel pain and fear. But everything will eventually be wiped out, leaving only eternal anger!

Whether it is pain or fear, or hunger for flesh and soul, all emotions will turn into anger, making him stronger!

Anger made Uraka unable to think, and he didn't want to think.

He doesn't want to care about anything now!

He just wants to take the head of a mortal and offer it to the great Blood God!

Clang!

Noah blocked the attack of the giant axe and staggered back several steps.

The power of the Demon Prince far exceeds that of mortals, and even the powerful Zaku body cannot compete with it head-on. Although the Demon Prince's giant axe still cannot break his defense, it will not be as easy for Noah to defeat it as it was to kill Enkali.

Most of the Daemons and Daemon Princes of Slaanesh are notoriously bad at fighting, but Khorne is quite the opposite!

In this battle, they were deadlocked with each other.

However, a large number of demons were slashed by the aftermath of the Emperor's Sword and were killed by the trampling, charging and slashing of the Demon Prince.

Ever since Uraka appeared in reality, no new demons have emerged from the portal.

As more and more demons were killed or exiled by the aftermath of the battle, soon only Noah and Uraka were left in the blood donation hall.

In fact, Noah could have taken the opportunity to get rid of Uraka. As long as he destroyed the portal, Uraka would no longer be able to exist in the real universe.

But Noah now wants to kill Uraka more!

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

Uraka roared and rushed forward again.

And Noah seemed to be infected by his bloodthirsty mood and roared:

"For the Emperor!"

Khorne roared from his throne, That's not how you shout!

Chapter 131 Humankind must have its own old man’s sword!

Khorne was angry, very angry.

Although He is angry all the time, there is hardly any moment that makes Him more angry than now!

Ten thousand years ago, he played a novel card-drawing game with four other things.

Jinshanshan wanted to keep it all for himself and didn't want to give them any card.

So they united together to demand their wages, and threw twenty cards into the card pool. Everyone tried their best to win, and whoever drew the first card got it.

He once wanted to draw number nine, but several others also wanted to draw number nine.

Everyone wants to draw number nine, but no one can get number nine!

Khorne was very angry that he couldn't draw it, but since the other three couldn't draw it either, he didn't feel that angry.

So He wanted to draw other cards.

Although none of the other cards were as valuable as number nine in His eyes, He still found a card worth drawing - number seven!

He drew number seven for a long time, but number seven was like a stone, smelly and hard!

Obviously, He had given so much for him, but he still chose Jin Shanshan in the end.

He is angry and getting angrier!

The most important reason is not that He drew nothing, but because He drew a useless card!

The card drawing game is very fair, and everyone has a guaranteed prize.

But the backups for the other few were already being targeted by them.

Whether it's Bluebird's No. 15, Green Fat's No. 14, or Sissy's No. 3, they are all the gold cards they dream of!

Although it is not as good as the colorful card like number nine, the gold card is enough to satisfy their appetite.

They were all happy, only He was unhappy.

Because only the card He draws is not the one He wants.

They are all gold cards, a big guarantee, and a consolation prize for those who fail to draw number nine.

But this piece of his is at best the waste residue from the smelting furnace. It is tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away!

The only thing about him that is like Him is anger. They are all angry, angry all the time.

That would have been nice, but their anger was nothing at all!

He was angry because He wanted to be angry, but He was angry because He could not control His anger.

This was not his anger at all, but the anger of the nail!

So did he draw a card or a handful of nails?

If even his anger doesn't belong to him, what else can he have?

This card is garbage!

Whether it's Bluebird, Green Fatty or Sissy, their cards were all snatched from Gilgamesh, and they are all treasures that Gilgamesh cherishes. It is precisely because they were snatched that they are so happy. Nothing makes them happier than snatching Gilgamesh's treasures!

But what about His card?

This card doesn't even belong to Gilgamesh, and even Gilgamesh doesn't want this card!

Even those cards that Jin Shanshan dislikes the most can occasionally get his attention and encouragement.

But number 12 had nothing.

This is just a piece of junk card that no one wants!

Rubbish!

waste!

A complete coward who doesn't even own his own anger!

He really wanted to return the goods and shouted "RNM" to ask for his money back, but no one wanted him to return the goods!

The bluebirds didn't want him because he was too stupid.

Green Fatty didn't want him because he was too cruel to his offspring and was not worthy of joining his loving family.

Sissies don't want him either, because he only knows anger and doesn't know what happiness is.

Jin Shanshan would not want him either, because He never wanted him.