Chapter 8 The Bloodthirsty Demon Kabanha

Blood Mountain.

Looking down from the sky, this huge mountain looks like a fresh human spine displayed in the red desert.

The huge red stones on the sunny side of the mountain are fresh flesh and blood dotted on the spine. The fortress of the Brass Brotherhood, a terrifying alien mutant force, is located on a steep cliff of this mountain.

From the outside.

This fortress is just a rough palace made of red marble. Its columns, gates and corridors on both sides are decorated with skulls of beasts and humans, as well as demon statues cast in brass.

Those snarling demons are covered with a layer of mottled blood.

Under some supernatural power, the scarlet blood is preserved at the moment it gushed out of the artery. It is emitting a foul, morbid and rotten smell all the time, stimulating the most primitive killing desire in people's hearts.

Follow the corridor into the mountain.

Only then did I discover that there was a different world inside. The huge and heavy rocks isolated the deadly radiation on Basilisk. It also kept the temperature inside at a relatively constant level.

The gurgling water meandered through the mine, and various types of fungi grew in the wet mud on both sides. Some special species also flashed light blue fluorescence. If you ignore the shrill screams coming from the depths of the mine, the environment here can really be described as a fairy-tale beauty.

In the deepest part of the fortress.

In a hall flashing with scarlet light, hideous chains with barbs hung down from the ceiling. Eight huge columns engraved with demon statues rose from the ground, and each column was tied to eight pure-blood slaves with naked upper bodies.

Their wrists were cut by sharp blades, and scarlet blood gushed out. It gathered into a pool in the gully under their feet, and then under the action of gravity, it filled the blasphemous magic circle full of subspace power along the winding texture.

The surging tide of the power of the warp twisted the barrier between reality and illusion.

The magic circle was heated to an extremely high temperature under the influence of some will, and the blood kept making hissing sounds while flowing, evaporating into a surging blood-red mist.

And in the middle of this mist.

It was the leader of the Brass Brotherhood, Barnett, who was known as the Butcher.

He was tall, more than two meters tall, and his skin was morbidly pale. Countless centipede-like twisted scars crawled and wriggled on his body, and his strong muscles were throbbing and twitching restlessly because of the severe pain, and strands of humming overflowed from the mouth covered with the iron-toothed mask.

Two days ago.

Barnett heard the call.

The call from the warp, the figure on the brass throne lowered a ray of eyes.

This sudden look made Barnett ecstatic, and the blood surged. A sacrifice was carried out without hesitation under his command. The blood of a total of sixty-four pure-blooded slaves gathered together in the evil ritual, and the power that burst out from it broke the barrier between the physical universe and the subspace.

The air in front of him shattered like a mirror.

Strands of crimson tides spread out from it like stretched tentacles, wrapping it without any explanation.

When Barnett finally regained his sanity from the endless rage of the sea of ​​blood, he found that he had disappeared from the physical universe and stood in a magnificent palace full of melted brass, skulls and blood.

This palace was incredibly large.

Each column seemed to support the entire magnificent universe, and there was no end in sight.

The tides of the sea of ​​blood rose and fell, and the roars of trillions of demons were enough to melt brass.

But such a terrifying power did not move the figure on the throne at all. The blood-red pupils shrouded in shadows just stared at a certain place in the vast universe.

His burning eyes fell on a small figure on a red planet.

The slender snow-white figure had wings like an angel in myths and legends. Her face was flawless, her soul was holy and noble, but in such a soul, there was a certain quality that made the gods in charge of killing and destruction covetous.

It was a scarlet beast, a blood-red angel bound in the cage of reason. With just a little bit of inducement, the Emperor's angel could transform into His claws of honor, His bloody queen, and His sword-wielding daughter!

And now - the inducement has appeared in front of Him, and He must consider whether this will be his only chance in this life!

Crack!

When the endless sea of ​​blood was stirred up by the joy of Khorne.

Kneeling in the blood hall, the tiny alien mutant Barnett also raised his head uncontrollably. In a thousandth of a second, he saw the figure on the throne. It was so magnificent that the stars in the sky were blocked behind him, and only endless blood red remained in the vast space.

Then——

Snap!

Barnett's eyes exploded.

He opened his mouth wide and wanted to roar in the severe pain. But his tongue burned fiercely like a wick, and the skin and flesh on his face began to melt like a candle, revealing the pale bones underneath. The bones grew and reshaped with life, and grew the sharp horns that are the symbol of demons.

Fangs and sharp teeth as long as missiles proliferated from the lower jaw, and the tail thicker than the anchor cable was shaking vigorously.

In the shadow of tearing flesh, bat-like wings stretched out. The soul petrified into chains was cast into iron chains, and the bronze armor was forged by melting flesh. The demon's cracked hooves and the scattered skulls of gods jingled.

This monster kneaded by hatred, the aura flowing out engulfed his thoughts.

The echoes of a million times of anger and blood affairs pulled Barnett like a tide, and the overflowing emotions washed over the entire temple.

The selfish and trivial anger of a spoiled child; the surging and powerless fear of a victim; the thirst of a crazy psyker; the unified and huge hatred condensed by the entire army. And these are just the discarded things thrown away by this creature, and the footprints left by its walking.

Kabanha - a true warp demon occupied the weak body of the mutant.

It bowed gracefully to the figure on the throne, and every move was full of the calm and calm elegance of a killer.

"Your hounds will hunt for you forever, until they bring their prey back to your temple." Samus spoke with a hissing voice, his long scarlet tongue swaying in excitement for the upcoming blood.

When he raised his head again.

The ancient brass throne disappeared without a trace, and he was already standing in the physical universe.