Chapter 88 88, Blood Sacrifice to the Emperor! (First Order Request)

Duker simply tore off the power armor on his body, revealing his majestic upper body, with sharp muscles that looked like they were cut by a knife and an axe. During the long battle, this power armor was already in tatters, unable to provide him with any protection in the battle, and might even hinder his movements.

"Then come on!"

Facing the Primarch's contempt, the warrior covered by the blood shadow did not show any displeasure, but was full of interest.

Duker said no more, took a step and collided with the opponent in a blink of an eye. After just the first fight, his eyes showed a strong surprise.

The opponent actually showed equal strength and martial arts in the battle, which he had never encountered before.

The fighting spirit in Duker's eyes was even higher at this moment, and his mood was extremely excited at this moment. If there is a person in the universe who can be called a perfect opponent, the Primarch thinks it must be the person in front of him.

In just a moment, the two fought each other dozens of times.

The martial arts of both sides have almost reached the extreme, and their strength and speed are also equal, and they are deadlocked for a while.

"I am really surprised that a warrior like you would be willing to bow down under the bronze throne?"

During the battle, Duker spoke first, trying to disrupt the opponent's attack rhythm with words - at the same time, he was really curious, how could such a perfect warrior be willing to succumb to the evil god?

Although Khorne is the god of warriors, the contradiction is that warriors are all lonely. The more perfect the warrior, the less he can learn to succumb.

Sanguinius and Dorn are both good examples. What can make a true warrior willingly surrender is definitely not the power itself, or the so-called majesty of God.

"Give up these tricks, Duker, what you and I pursue is only the pure battle itself, isn't it?"

"You are right, I underestimated you."

Duker said with apology. In the short battle, he and the other party had a sense of mutual appreciation. Trying to break through the other party's defense with words is indeed a bit unpresentable.

After expressing his apology, Dukel suddenly pulled back and turned to run.

The warrior covered by the blood shadow chased him closely.

Just as he was about to approach, Dukel suddenly turned around and chopped with a long-prepared knife.

"Dang!——"

The knife was blocked by the blood shadow warrior, but the unmatched force threw his blood-red figure away, and his legs left two huge gullies in the blood-red desert.

Seeing that this attack had an effect, Dukel hurriedly stepped forward and took advantage of the situation to chase.

"Hahaha"

The opponent laughed a series of long laughs while retreating, and seemed to feel refreshed by this battle.

While retreating, he took a short axe from his waist and threw it towards Dukel to block the pace of the original body's pursuit.

Looking at the battle axe flying towards him like a red thunder, Dukel, who had no time to dodge, had to raise his weapon to parry.

Then the two fought again, and the fight was indistinguishable.

Equal martial arts, equal speed and strength, equal combat experience, endless physical strength, even if all means are used, it is impossible to defeat the other party and win the battle.

If it weren't for the completely different fighting styles, Dukel would have suspected that he was fighting against his own mirror image.

Both sides gave their all in this battle.

Isn't this what you want, Dukel?

Suddenly, the Primarch heard a voice asking himself, and this voice did not come from elsewhere, but from his own heart.

In this red desert, in this endless Shura battlefield, in this bloody smell that is as sweet as a spring and as intoxicating as fine wine.

The sky, the desert, the enemy, everything is red everywhere, like blood

The flames of blood, the substance of blood, the burst of blood.

Isn't that everything he craves for?

A battle of equal strength, a bloody battle, and a close-range spill of blood.

Empire? Humanity? What does that have to do with him?

No need to think about the mundane world, fight, fight selflessly, liberate yourself, and no longer be bound by anyone or anything. For blood, fight and kill, for blood, paint everything in front of you with blood.

This world, the survival of mankind, despair and hope, the smiling faces of children, trivial government affairs, what do all these have to do with you?

You came to this world, alone, and you should hold a sword alone.

Forget those complicated affairs, fight, no need to think, no decision.

Just for blood, nothing else, simple, release, regardless of consequences, just for blood

Blood, blood sacrifice.

The voice in his heart kept questioning him.

Duke's eyes were gradually covered with a layer of blood, like a thin layer of blood-red veil.

The battle lasted for eight days and eight nights.

Until a certain moment-

The power of the blood shadow warrior suddenly began to surge without warning.

But in such a fierce battle, the increase in strength did not bring him victory. Instead, the sudden increase in strength caused his attack rhythm to become disordered, exposing a fatal flaw.

The Primarch keenly seized the opportunity this time and chopped down the chainsaw sword in his hand mercilessly.

Buzz! ——

"Swish!——"

The chainsaw sword made an unprecedented high-pitched sound, tearing a huge scar on the chest of the blood-red figure.

"Hahaha!" The warrior shrouded in blood shadow laughed instead of being angry after being traumatized. He suddenly waved the giant blade in his hand and flew the original body away.

After knocking the opponent away, the Blood Shadow Warrior did not pursue him. Instead, he stood there and said with a smile,

"You really gave me a big surprise, Dukel."

"Fuck you. Cough cough." Duker climbed up from the bloody sand and coughed out the blood in his mouth. At this moment, his chest also had huge scars left by the giant blade.

"Do you still want to show off your face?!"

At this moment, he finally understood that the other party was not a perfect warrior, he was clearly the incarnation of the Blood God!

A fair duel was spoiled.

The primarch's heart surged with unreasoning rage.

Duker stood up from the land of red sand angrily, his mental energy constantly surging, and he repaired the scars on his chest in the blink of an eye.

Just when he was about to rush towards the other party again, he was interrupted by the other party's voice.

"Why continue to fight? You have already seen my power. Dukel, your enemy is not me, but others."

"Who is it?" The red gauze in the original body's eyes became more intense.

"It's the entire universe, it's infinite worlds, it's all the powerful warriors throughout the ages! As long as you say it, they will all be yours!"

"I" Duker murmured to himself, and countless images emerged in his eyes. Fighting, blood, glory, and freedom, just like fish entering the sea and birds returning to the forest. From now on, there are no more ties. What is in the heart, Only blood.

"Only blood, as it should be!"

"I"

"Speak out, tell me what is on your mind!"

"Blood!" Dukel shouted loudly. At this moment, he seemed to have broken free from all restraints, and he no longer had any burdens.

"Again, what's the blood?!"

"Blood sacrifice!——"

"What is the blood sacrifice, and why is the blood sacrifice?!"

"Blood Sacrifice to God!——"

"Who? Who is the god of blood sacrifice?!"

At this moment, the voice became extremely urgent. He asked urgently and waited anxiously, just waiting for the original body in front of him to say the answer he wanted to hear.

"Blood Sacrifice to the God Emperor!!!"

"That's right, blood sacrifice. What?!" Before the blood-red figure had time to rejoice, it felt like something was wrong.

He didn't even notice that after he asked this question, the original body's spiritual power surged crazily, and Duker's eyes returned to brightness again, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Of course it's a blood sacrifice to the God Emperor!"

"Is it possible that the blood sacrifice is a cheating dog that can't be beaten and then cheats?!"

"You think you're the only one who knows how to cheat?!"

As he spoke, Duker took out a ball of golden energy.

In an instant, golden sunlight shone into the red desert.