Chapter 192 37, The Emperor's Surprise Attack on Khorne

——Your day has not yet come, or it is unknown at this moment.

Sig was born in a lost world controlled by Nurgle cultists. Under the revelation of the black star, he successfully saw through the truth of this world.

Those blessings of plague and the blessings of stench and decay, as well as the rotten corpse-like relatives and neighbors, were all ruthlessly destroyed by him.

He used the power brought from the virtual world to save those children who had not yet been polluted by the loving father. His power was extremely powerful, and his eyes burst into infinite flames. He was invincible. In front of the great power in the virtual world, the hateful and rotten evil things were not the opponents of these children.

But Sig also understood that everything has a price.

But in the past, he thought that this price was something they could bear, or they could find some way to avoid the price.

But when the end came,

he found that they could not afford it, and they could not escape.

Because the price they had to pay was everything——

It was just a moment, so fast that they had no time to react.

Where there was hope and light before, now there is only the end and darkness.

The golden flames dripped into the world he was in like a thick liquid, and Sig's blood vessels burst into a fiery pulse of death.

He once thought that the other party was his savior, just because the great god allowed him to swim in his heaven, but in the end he inevitably paid the price he had paid.

The bitterness of betrayal was within his expectations. Sig suddenly realized at this time that he didn't like this god at all, and he didn't have the slightest awareness of devoting himself to this god.

Today's destruction is the inevitable outcome of his past naive blind faith. The darkness of destruction filled his consciousness, his teeth were stained with blood, and the smell of bleeding filled his nostrils.

The years that Sig spent in this long night world emerged in his memory, and the scenes now appeared in front of his eyes, as if they happened yesterday. Intermittent light pierced through the rustling darkness, the artificial light sources on the street flickered with dim lights, and the frightened children were silent, dead silent.

In this fetid darkness, every beautiful vision of the future that had been inspired and hoped for, and sincerely hoped for, has now become a bubble.

Hope is gone, and the dazzling golden spear is branded in his mind.

The complete death of a world, all valuable things have become the dust of the end, and above the unreachable sky, the ring of thorns of fire is like a huge black and gold eye, watching the destruction of this world.

A golden eagle swooped down from the dreamlike heaven.

The scene of destruction and the end of all things are going on in Sig's consciousness, and he screamed in extreme pain.

The extremely terrifying end and death are happening.

And this is just a tiny microcosm of what is happening in the thousands of long night worlds branded with the imperial beacon.

The ultimate weapon of the imperial virtual realm has such a profound impact on the highest heaven.

All the demons witnessed this moment with their own eyes, and these abominable people who never knew what fear was all showed a brief panic and uneasiness at this moment.

"Dukor!" Angron, who was shrouded in blood, roared.

"Your anger is meaningless. No matter how angry your will is, Lord of the Skulls, the situation has been reversed from this moment on. Human souls will never be harvested by you again."

The burning sword and the bloody battle axe bit each other, and the sound of weapons clashing was endless.

No one could stop Dukor. Even though Angron is now the incarnation of the Blood God, in this material realm, to defeat him, the gods need to send more power.

But more power also means more bets.

If the Khorne Demon Army's raid fails, the more the Blood God pays, the more He loses.

"With the current strength alone, you can't compete with me." During the battle, Dukor provoked.

The burning sword blocked the sharp axe. The Primarch keenly noticed the opponent's flaw and punched Him in the chest with force.

The heavy armor covered with spikes shattered in an instant. Even Angron's demigod body could not resist the destruction of this force, and the sound of broken bones followed.

The broken bones penetrated the skin, and the burning blasphemous blood spurted out, which was completely blocked by the force field around Duker.

Angron roared, swinging his axe as if to tear the earth and the sky together, but this had no effect on Duker in front of him.

Duker's figure disappeared in the red flames, deftly avoiding his attack.

When he reappeared, his huge iron hand had already grabbed the squirming Butcher's Nail.

The huge palm surged with endless power, and the Butcher's Nail, which had become a blasphemous life form under the erosion of chaos, made a sharp whine during the tearing.

"I said, with the current strength, there is no possibility of defeating me."

Duker's arm smashed down hard, and Angron's body as big as mountains collapsed.

Dukel stepped on his body and pulled the Butcher's Nail on his head and continued to exert force.

"No!——" Angron, the Butcher's Nail, and even the blood shadows that stretched infinitely behind them all roared at the same time.

But even the ancient gods could not stop Dukel's atrocities on the land of Terra in the material realm.

"Puff!" With a sound, blood was dripping, and Angron's huge skull was torn apart.

The Butcher's Nail, which was attached to his head like a leech, was also pulled down.

Even demigods must abide by the laws of physics in the material realm. The severe injury caused by the tearing off of the Butcher's Nail instantly put him into a state of near death.

The blood-red hand covered with scales grasped the void feebly for a few times, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The Butcher's Nail was still twisting in Duke's hand. Under the erosion of chaos, it had become an independent life form.

It was unwilling to be completely destroyed, but as the red flame burned, it completely turned into eternal nothingness in the flames.

In the past, because of the existence of the demonic characteristics, even if he and Angron were killed together, they could be resurrected in the realm of the Blood God.

But under Duke's power, it was completely destroyed.

Feeling a trace of insignificant original origin flowing into his body, Duke felt a little emotional.

Such a fragile device could bring a miserable life to the great demigod.

Duke looked down at Angron, who fell to the ground like a dead dog, and witnessed him being exiled again.

He felt a little disappointed, not towards Angron, but towards the great existence behind him.

If the Blood God simply admitted defeat, the victory that could be gained from this war would be extremely limited.

Dukel thought that his brother's physical entity would collapse like this.

But what he didn't expect was that.

At the moment before being exiled, Angron gathered an extremely firm will and climbed up from the ground.

Dukel didn't know what the other party was going to do, and he didn't even put on a fighting posture - Angron, whose body was almost collapsed, could not pose any threat to him.

He looked at this miserable brother with some curiosity.

"Plop--"

The next moment, the Lord of Red Veil actually knelt in front of him.

Angron raised his broken head with great effort and looked at Dukel. At the moment before his body collapsed, his eyes were clear, no longer in the pain and rage under the control of the Butcher's Nail, nor was he a puppet of the Blood God.

He said for himself,

"Dukel, my brother, please destroy me and give me the last mercy."

At this moment, his language can finally speak for himself, and he pleaded with Dukel for himself.

But the Lord of Destruction, who has always been known for his kindness, ruthlessly rejected his plea,

"Angron, maybe one day, you will have to pay the price for everything you have done, but not now."

"Now, get back to your master."

While speaking, Dukel raised his heavy iron giant foot and was about to exile Angron back to the warp.

Just when his iron boots were about to crush Angron's body,

"Roar!!!——"

The terrifying roar like a beast penetrated the barrier between the material realm and the highest heaven at the same time.

The anger that turned into a physical body not only blocked this attack, but even blew Dukel's body away.

Adjusting his body in mid-air, Dukel staggered and fell to the ground.

The power of the explosion of endless anger made his right foot numb.

And this is not the worst.

What's worse is that endless blood and sand poured down from Khorne's domain.

The golden light of the Eagle Banner of Destiny, which was enough to cover the galaxy, was completely blocked at this moment, and the sky returned to the color of blood again.

In the roar of blood and sand, even mortals without any spiritual perception can vaguely see the great god who sits on the bronze throne, straddling the endless void, in charge of the eternal killing.

In just a moment, the human throne world was plunged into chaos and war, the blood on the dry riverbed was like a river and an ocean, all the mountains were covered by the Jingguan of the skull, and the various miracles were obvious, and His heroic name was expressed.

Uncontrollable belligerence, mind-destroying madness, and the rolling sea of ​​blood that flooded the entire battlefield. Those who thirst for blood will be blessed by Him, and those who kill with weapons will be favored by Him.

If it weren't for the millions of Heart Network members and the tens of billions of state church priests who used their firm will to build an extremely solid mental barrier covering the entire planet at this moment - then at the moment when the Blood God revealed his true face, brutality and anger would occur indiscriminately.

The whole world would become a Shura purgatory that pleases the Blood God and makes Him look at it with joy.

"Woo!——" The sound of the brass horn sounded in this world.

All the believers of Khorne burst into even more crazy anger.

In the loud howling and the storm of blood and yellow sand, Angron stood up stiffly.

The eyes of the son of betrayal were completely filled with blood.

The broken heavy armor was repaired by brass, and the damage on the whole body was completely repaired in blood. The intact head was gradually twisted into the shape of a hound.

He let out an irrational roar like a beast and raised the giant axe in his hand high to the sky.

Endless anger and the energy of the original mighty force were infused together, and all living beings trembled in this terrifying pressure. The most primitive and brutal killing force turned into an entity that destroyed everything.

As the energy gathered, Angron's strength and size continued to expand. His body covered the sky and the sun, and his shoulders were level with the highest mountain.

And under this terrifying majesty, only Dukel still stood tall and unyielding.

The violent airflow stirred his cloak and made it rustle.

While his black hair was dancing wildly, the bright gaze of his eyes was still piercing the sky like an unbroken sword.

He is the eternal flame of the Empire, a divine weapon forged by the indomitable courage of mankind.

Even when facing the power of the true god, the courage and fighting spirit in his eyes are still as unquenchable as wildfire that spreads wantonly.

"Dukele, what other forbidden weapons have you not used?"

At this time, a sacred and majestic voice resounded in his mind, which was the emperor's message to him.

In the Emperor's rehearsal, his original intention was to use Khorne's lack of information on his own status to trap the Lord of Skulls.

There is a huge difference between the emperor who has a clear will and the emperor who is overwhelmed by faith. To the gods, there is a huge difference.

The former emperor could only react passively, but could not take the initiative to express his power - in the eyes of the gods, he was like a hedgehog. Although it was a bit prickly, it was not untouchable.

It is precisely because of this that Khorne directly invaded the throne world of mankind for revenge.

Because He knew clearly that under the pressure of faith, the Emperor would not be able to cause much harm even if he fought back, and the Lord of Mankind would also pay a heavy price.

It's a pity that beings like the Emperor and the gods, who know almost all the secrets of the universe, are ultimately unable to understand each other's true state.

The Emperor's healing gave him a chance to harm the gods.

He didn't need to do anything, he just needed to wait for the Blood God to stretch his claws towards Terra, and then cut it off with one strike.

Everything just needs to happen naturally, and the Primarchs just need to act step by step.

The most high-end divine battles are often so simple and unpretentious.

All conspiracies and tricks are illusions. Only information gaps are the iron fist that can deal a heavy blow to each other.

Therefore the Emperor did not tell his sons of this plan.

He doesn't need anyone to cooperate with his strategy.

But as Dukel returned to Terra, the situation suddenly exceeded the Emperor's expectations.

The big boy was really good at dealing with things. He poked a hole in the Supreme Sky without saying a word, and then used Angron's Butcher's Nail to dig it out with his backhand.

This series of actions completely angered the already bad-tempered Khorne, who desperately wanted to show his miracles on sacred Terra.

Like a red-eyed gambler, he has the courage to kill Duker even if he loses everything.

But in this situation,

Duker's expression was still calm and calm.

Now it is no longer a question of who will cooperate with the Emperor.

Rather, the Emperor should cooperate with Dukel's actions.

After all, humans have never staged so many shows in their wars with the gods before.

"Your Majesty, as you can see, what would happen if this divine ax fell to Terra?"

Duker stared at the giant ax that was still accumulating energy, his eyes burning, and the courage in his eyes did not weaken at all.

"What will happen?" the Emperor asked enthusiastically.

Dukel responded immediately, "I would die, and Terra, and possibly the entire solar system, would be completely shattered."

"F**K, why didn't you tell me earlier? Your performance made me think you were confident!"

The Emperor did not hold back. He died in a polite manner, which made him lose a lot of appearance.

Along with this will, thousands of golden lights emerged as sharp as swords. The immeasurable golden light pierced the bloody sky of Terra in an instant, piercing the barriers between the material realm and the subspace, until It stabbed straight into the blood god's territory.

"Boom!" A terrifying loud noise came from the void, and a sharp golden light like a sharp blade instantly opened a huge gap in the blood god's domain.

Over the endless wasteland covered with yellow sand and blood, the cold and ruthless golden sun rose brilliantly!

Under that merciless light, all filthy existences, even the bloodthirsty demons that terrify all sentient beings, will evaporate under this ruthless light.

Wherever the light can cover, a large-scale army ready to go is sharpening its swords.

The Cursed Legion——

This cursed legion is the incarnation of the flames of vengeance, and the spirits of all the great warriors in human history can find their counterparts in it.

Bathed in the icy light of the golden sun, they stride forward from the realm of Hades to unleash divine wrath on the enemies of the Empire.

The loyal warriors who have fought to the death for the empire for thousands of years are now stepping on the yellow sand of the Blood God's realm.

Unparalleled golden flames burst out, bursts of hymns, and a chorus of praises and praises to the great Lord of Humanity.

The blood and yellow sand made a sizzling sound in this light. No matter how powerful the demon was, he would scream and hide in all directions under this light.

He is the sun of hope for mankind and the ultimate destruction of the enemies of the Empire.

"I am the divine soldier who protects the empire. I am forged by the will of our people. I am an unclean monster. When I come to this world in person, I declare my final destruction to you." The light of the golden sun, carrying an incomparably magnificent will, shines in A terrible storm arose in the highest sky, extending infinitely,

"The destiny of our race is above all darkness. This is Manifest Destiny!"

This supreme and great subspace entity is not only destroying the Kingdom of the Blood God unscrupulously, it even dares to declare war on all the dark existences in this bizarre subspace!

This is destined to be a horrific war.

Humanity, the overlord of the new generation in the galaxy, like his predecessors, is unwilling to succumb to a dark fate.

Checkerboard layout.

It is not yet known who will win and who will lose.

"Roar!--"

The incarnation of the Blood God above Terra roared with great fury, and the power gathered on the axe instantly disintegrated.

His home was stolen, what power could he gather? Perhaps he considered that the Lord of Mankind would retaliate against him, but he never thought that this shameless guy would take advantage of the situation and directly attack his domain along the blood domain that invaded Terra!

The throne world, the blood-like scarlet domain and the will of the Lord of the Skull were all shrinking at the fastest speed.

Compared with the damage suffered by his domain, the invasion war on Terra is not worth mentioning.

And what's more serious is.

In the infinitely deep subspace, there are even three such shameless beings!

The Chaos Gods are always playing their great game. In a sense, they are allies.

But when the Blood God's domain was invaded, the choice made by his allies was——

After the Emperor's golden light broke a huge gap in the core domain of the Blood God, the other three dark gods not only did not lend a hand, but even wanted to get a piece of the pie.

They were smiling happily in their respective heavens.

In the eternal residence of the Plague Garden, Nurgle sang a mournful song for the first time in a long time.

Although he had also been persecuted by the Emperor and the Primarch before, the Lord of Plague had no intention of joining forces with the Blood God. On the contrary, he urgently needed to gain enough results in the wasteland of the Blood God to heal the wounds pierced by the golden blade before.

The horn of the plague sounded.

The apostles of the disaster and the rotten demon army, carrying the triple curse and the seven-fold plague, broke into the desert of the Blood God in a mighty manner.

In the hidden temple, deep in the crystal maze, there were no stars or any artificial light sources, but it always remained bright.

Tabooed knowledge and mysterious runes, like decorations that can be seen everywhere, Tzeentch was in this hall, playing with the fate of all beings in the galaxy.

At this moment, he was also laughing strangely, throwing one of his cards on the table.

Countless demons, with crystal creations never seen before, wielded infinite magic power and poured into the gap in the Blood God's domain.

In the psychedelic space-time shrouded by six layers of veils, exquisite buildings rose from the fleshy and bloated wasteland.

Prince Joy stretched out his long pink tongue and licked his lips like flaming fire.

The buildings that made people panic rose up, and around the six-ring domain surrounding the temple, a group of armies with amazing charm and extreme perfection followed them to the battle.

With extremely depraved desires, they cheered and rushed into the Blood God's domain, venting their desires without scruples.