Chapter 359 Before the Curtain Call (Part 2)

The Blood Dragon Knights running around here are charging towards the boundless green tide just like they did when the empire fell.

But even in the era of the Strig Empire, the Blood Dragon Knights led by Abhorash were unable to turn the tide.

Dozens of unknown blood dragons were all buried in the big "waagh" and became the trophies of the black orcs.

Even the Strig Empire, which was formed by vampire champions and heroes 2,500 years ago, failed to contain the great "waagh". How can the souls lingering in this ruins now have a chance to win?

Today, there is no vampire ancestor guarding the city gate for the Strig people, and they can't even escape.

In the evening, the blind prophet returned to Utbad hurriedly and restlessly, holding the books wrapped in black cloth.

The crowd was still noisy, with the soldiers bidding farewell to each other before setting off and the people's discussions about the situation becoming heated. The vague sound of trumpets in the city hall and the thousands of people's words were indistinguishable, and echoed slightly vaguely in the ears of the prophet.

Only he heard the roar from the sky, the roar that seemed to shatter the stratus clouds suppressed everything, but these mortals heard nothing.

The prophet knew what was coming, that he was going to die if he could not avoid the being's pursuit.

There are tens of thousands of heads here for the Blood God to choose from. The prophet hopes that he is not the chosen one. His curse has not been lifted yet, and he has not yet taken another look at the world.

Tzeentch's treasure that recorded everything was in his arms, but he couldn't see anything.

There were faint gasps in the messy wind, as if an evil beast capable of swallowing thousands of miles was swallowing the air. The prophet's second sight had already sensed the magical wind that was being consumed quickly. It was coming soon. .

What to do.

The white crow on the prophet's shoulder lowered its head like an ordinary bird. It revealed nothing about the future to the prophet.

What to do.

But what can be done now?

He had no ability to change the devil's will, all he could do was to use the crowd to avoid it.

When encountering a beast, he just needs to run faster than his companions.

The people of the empire were wandering the streets ignorantly, lovers were still kissing passionately, and fathers and sons were still exchanging endless instructions.

The naughty children did not know the fate they were about to suffer, and the blind old man was almost tripped by a caring person in the street.

He had no time to pay attention to the eyes around him, nor did he care about the dying man teasing him.

The prophet's heart was trembling with a certain beat, and the regular rhythm responded in awe to the call of another world. It was not just him who had an abnormality, some relatively sharp mortals also stopped what they were doing, looking confused. Like a lamb that doesn't know death is coming.

Gradually, the heartbeats merged together, and everyone's heartbeats fluctuated with a certain rhythm. Even the most hurried pedestrians stopped on the street, spreading doubts to the crowd.

What to do.

The old man bit his lip, then relaxed weakly and cowardly. He could do nothing.

His heart skipped a beat—war drums beat across the city.

The dull sound of drums echoed endlessly above the sky, and the violent beating of the heart made the prophet almost die.

It's coming.

Before the fear of mankind could spread, the horn representing killing was blown in another world.

The prophet could already feel the sharpness of the slaughter. He saw the sharpness. It was the sharpness of the bloodthirsty battle axe.

The sound of breathing that seemed to be absent gradually solidified, swallowing up the horror in the city.

At the same moment, a meteor streaked across the dusk, and the fire of destruction enveloped the demigod from another world and hit Utbad City directly.

The fire fueled by anger burned blazingly in the sound of drums that echoed through the sky, touching the ground in an instant.

The prophet was almost thrown into the sky from the ground. If he had not been prepared, his legs would have been broken in the collision.

The last screams of countless creatures melted into the earth-shattering collision, and the strong wind that hit his face directly knocked the old man several meters away.

He has chosen an area furthest away from collision.

He seemed unable to get up.

Mud filled his lips, and the buzzing tinnitus prevented him from judging the situation in the city, but his second sight had already brought him the result of the first collision - the western city of Utbad had already Gone.

A huge, leering bloodthirsty man stands on top of the ruins, like a mountain. Now this sleeping mountain has been awakened by the death of humans.

The breath of madness and death washed the prophet's mind again and again. A message about turmoil was brought by the messenger of war, and the sign of destruction was in it.

The iron chains bound the broken wings of "Exile" Skarbrand, but they could not restrain the beast's desire to kill.

Its bat wings were broken in a forgotten time, and its anger reached its peak with the fragmentation of wings and the loss of strength.

The ferocious beast face that was torn apart by Khorne cast its scarlet eyes at all creatures in sight, and the exposed skull held the horns broken by the true god, infecting the unrelated mortals with hatred and anger.

"Skull Sacrifice Seat!"

The blood instantly enveloped the whole city.

It has been dominated by war, and now it is just a ferocious beast that cannot communicate. With its sanity burned out by the Blood God, it uses the remaining remnants of the demon to its fullest potential.

This may be the purpose of the true god, to make a mortal who offends him tremble and die in front of a demigod who can only defeat him with brute force.

Of course, the blood god Khorne has never cared about where the blood flowing to him comes from. This is the old man's opportunity.

Just as the prophet predicted, the beasts were attracted by the wails of the sheep and spread their carnage to the crowd.

Everything is planned.

In the supreme sky, in the blood-red world.

The bloodthirsty demon, soaked in blood, stood on a mountain of corpses piled up by demons. After thousands of challenging voices died away, the champion of Slaanesh no longer dared to step out of the palace of the true god.

The crystal maze has long been as quiet as a graveyard, and no one has left Nurgle's garden.

There is no doubt that Angras is the champion of the Chaos Demon Realm.

But no matter how glorious the victory is, it cannot hide the fact that it is a replacement, even if it is far better than Skarbrand's pathetic betrayer is now just an empty shell.

It's a shame that Angrath wasn't the Blood God's first chief demon, but it could never prove itself, and it had no chance of killing Skarbrand.

The Blood God's bloodlust is insatiable, and his most outstanding hounds are indispensable. He is always hungry, and his champions will continue to kill forever.

Two champions in heaven and earth can never meet, this is the oracle.

Even if it is a mortal sacrificial ceremony, the symbols of the two great demons must be carefully distributed to the ends of the earth.