"Wait a minute, let me slow down."
Alexander turned off the chain sword and shrugged. High-intensity fighting really consumes physical strength.
He noticed that part of the full-body plate armor on Khorne's body had begun to dissipate, and said thoughtfully.
"Would you like to recover as well? This body looks unstable."
Alexander wondered why Khorne was in a drunken state, but now he was more concerned about how long Khorne could exist in the physical world.
Could it be that the physical world has different ways and strengths of resistance to evil gods?
Don't understand.
The life levels of the four gods prevent them from expressing their own emotions, because they themselves are the embodiment of certain emotions or wills.
But Alexander could move at will, exuding a scent that was extremely attractive to a 'god'.
It is the breath of new life, the vitality of youth.
"It doesn't matter, this body hasn't died yet."
After the chainsword was shut down, the smell of Nurgle that could intrude on the soul was much less intense, and he felt relaxed.
Khorne squinted his eyes and did not move, using the power of the warp to clear away the negative states of his body and eliminate unnecessary external clothing.
This temporarily modified body greatly restricted his performance, and he was already on the verge of collapse under the fierce battle.
To be honest, Khorne knew from the beginning that he should not come. The Emperor would be restricted in everything he wanted to do.
However, he still wanted to take a look at Sanguinius, so he arrived in the material world through Uzul.
But I never expected that this operation would yield extremely unexpected results.
No wonder the Emperor was desperate to capture the speeding red figure.
If He knew it at the beginning, he would do the same.
Khorne felt genuine emotions from Alexander that he had never experienced before.
care?
Worried?
Can such emotions still appear on the battlefield?
He wasn't sure.
However, there is no doubt that this emotion makes Khorne extremely happy.
Khorne loves war and everything about it.
Whether it's courage, honor, rage, strength, hatred, comradeship, or any other emotion, He loves it.
But Khorne has never had so-called comrades, even if they are of the same kind, the great demon is just a pawn in his heart.
Khorne has been alone since his birth, facing never-ending war, war without purpose, war for war's sake.
He never experienced other emotions from the same level of life.
Undoubtedly, He was lonely at heart.
"what's on your mind?"
Alexander noticed that Khorne was distracted, raised his hand, jumped up and waved it in front of his eyes.
He had no idea how much impact his inadvertent expression of emotion had on Khorne.
"You should return to the subspace, that is your true home."
Khorne's suggestion was serious, but after thinking about it, he felt it was wrong.
What if Alexander loses those sincere expressions of emotions after embracing the subspace, wouldn't it be like the four or five of them, turning into an ancient and stereotyped existence.
"Hey, hey," Alexander stopped quickly and quietly pointed to the sky.
The emperor must be paying attention to the situation on the battlefield. If he says something he shouldn't say, such a good coach will be gone.
If he can't go back, he will still be beaten.
"Hmph," Khorne chuckled.
I don't know whether he was laughing at the emperor, or whether he was laughing at the fact that Alexander was taking the initiative to think for him.
In space, the Emperor banged his hammer on the experimental table beside him, and a cold-edged sickle on it thumped.
He stood up and paced back and forth by the porthole, his face changing again and again, but he still refrained from going to Bal-Prem.
The Emperor had already done many means to prevent the four gods from contacting Alexander. He never expected that things would develop like this. The two met for the first time, and Khorne actually got along well with Alexander.
The Emperor has lived in the material world for a long time. He is not attracted by the power of emotions, nor does he use them as qualifications. He has no idea that the emotions generated by Alexander will have such a huge attraction for the four gods.
...
"Let's start, use all your strength, and remember my moves."
Khorne raised the sword again, pointed the blade upward, and held it above his head with both hands.
The two exchanged too much, and Khorne could feel that the Emperor's patience with him was reaching its limit.
Alexander activated the chainsword, and blue flames quickly burned along the trajectory of the single-molecule saw blade.
Khorne felt that Nurgle's aura on the chainsword was much lighter after being burned by the fire, but it did not completely dissipate.
Psychic power spread around Alexander, and light blue flames spurted out from the gaps in the white wings. Then he turned into a stream of light, and the chain sword slashed downwards and upwards along with the huge inertial force.
Dang~
A long sonic boom shook Alexander's eardrums.
Khorne used a very simple move, leaning forward and slashing down.
The blood-red long knife could obviously hit Alexander's head first, but he forcibly moved the tip of the knife upward, hit the upper edge of the chain sword with the heel, and then lightly kicked Alexander away a few meters away. .
"Come again, use the move I just made."
Khorne's tone did not waver at all.
He stood sideways with one hand, pointing the tip of the knife diagonally downward, intending to use the attack method Alexander just used.
However, His hand behind his back could no longer resist the drive away from the material world and began to slowly disappear.
"clear."
Alexander flapped his wings twice in the air before steadying his body. He took a deep breath and held his breath, his eyes became sharp.
With the lightning-fast and powerful blow just now, Alexander had already simulated in his mind what would happen to him when he was hit.
It wasn't until Alexander was kicked that he finally realized that Khorne was the god of blood and war.
Not his brothers who he could joke around with, nor his father who was very measured in his actions.
Alexander raised the chain sword above his head and quickly simulated tens of thousands of lunging and slashing movements in his mind, analyzing his body data to find the most perfect and most suitable way to exert force.
His body has wings, flexibility is the strength engraved in his bones, and flying is the instinct of movement.
This time, Alexander exuded extremely strong psychic power, like a ball of fire flying into Khorne's face.
There was no fear, no bloodlust, no cruelty or revenge in his mind.
Just a simple movement of swinging a knife.
This time, the figures on the field were intertwined and no sound was made.
Alexander only felt the stagnation in his hand like a hot knife cutting butter, and then he shuttled to the edge of the circular duel arena.
"Yes, remember this feeling."
Khorne no longer had the power to stop Alexander.
The chain sword slashed diagonally from the shoulder of his body to the lower waist. The blue flames adhered to the essence of his subspace and burned and penetrated. Even Khorne's body sitting on the throne had a ray of light on his shoulder. flame.
"Call out, blood sacrifice to the blood god, I..."
Khorne used his last ray of psychic power to leave a word in Alexander's ear, and his body began to float away in the wind.
All the anchor points and marks of 'Skull Reaver' Uzul in the subspace were erased by the blue flames as the demon body disappeared.
With a snap, the head with argali horns fell to the ground. The blood-red eyes dimmed with the passage of psychic power, but the skull remained.
