【Blood…】
The rough whispers from the Lord of Skulls lingered in the sea of souls, and the scarlet shadow filled with violence loomed in the waves of subspace. On top of the sky-blocking shadow cast by the huge mountain of skulls that could destroy sanity, through A ferocious brass throne made of brass and lava.
In the roar that echoed in the boundless ocean of the highest sky, the Destruction Power spat out eight syllables and eight words in a simple and unknown language.
It is an obscure sentence that only really means one word: blood.
In an instant, the sulfur scattered over the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood was blown away by the majestic momentum from the destructive power.
At this moment, the murders and mutilations spread throughout the realm of Khorne ceased. Countless vampires and various ancient demons walking on the corpse path on the plains of fire also fell silent. The majestic will from the Blood God made his The slaves are constantly in fear, accumulating a murderous ferocity that is angrier and crazier than in every previous war.
Together with the great demons of Khorne who were entrenched on this blasphemous scorched earth, known as the "bloodthirsty demons", they were also shocked by the roars of their masters. The crimson river churning with blood magma no longer issued any cowards. The horrifying screams and the endless dried corpses hanging on the execution rack also stopped the murmurs of the despicable ones. All symbols that symbolized the angry will of the destructive power were stagnant here.
Together with the Khorne demon Salam, who was being bound by eight chains in the abyss prison, executed by eighty-eight sharp axes, and sentenced to eight hundred and eighty-eight years, he also stopped roaring in pain, as if he was holding a sharp sword in his hand. The eight execution demons of the Ax fell into a state of sluggishness at this time, because their blasphemous bodies born from the will of the Blood God had been completely shocked by His voice, and their ability to think was also lost under the shock.
And those great demons of Khorne who control the endless multiples of eight's Chaos Demon Army still have the ability to think, but these great demons who still have the ability to think have difficulty understanding the sacred whispers of the Blood God.
They can clearly feel the infinite anger that has almost condensed into substance over the Brass Fortress.
After the great demon Skarbrand, who was once the most favored by the Blood God, was banished from the realm of Khorne, these great demons of Khorne have never felt the wrath and bloodlust from the Blood God again - even if he The endless rage symbolizes the bloodthirsty tongues of fire that are constantly rising in the scorched earth abyss, swallowing up all the weak souls all the time.
Every whisper of the Blood God symbolizes that endless blood will flow, murders counted in the sand of the Ganges will spread across every world, the stars will be burned by his wrath, and the sea of souls will be burned by his will. Boiled, every roar from the Brazen Throne pierces the veil of reality, stirring up war throughout the galaxy.
He savored every war in the past, and He looked forward to every fight in the future.
The endless hatred and anger are like the burning flames in the bellows, forging the sharp ax made of brass.
The Blood God watches all murders and duels, and anyone can hear his roaring, violent laughter.
It was like a long-awaited feast.
Before the curtain of the Supreme Heaven was completely lifted by this violent momentum, the lavender figure was the first existence that appeared in his field of vision. The Blood God could clearly feel the unspeakable filth and depravity moving along the time. The waves keep moving forward, hysterical joy and torture are lurking in the holy war, and six twisted corpses that can tear apart reason are thrown into it.
In an instant, countless howling souls in the sea of blood were burned out by the Skull Lord's anger - obviously, the appearance of the Prince of Joy made him extremely angry.
But the turbulent waves in the sky never stopped. Then an indigo bird feather emerged from the coquettish figure. On the endless and long web of destiny, the sound of the bird's beak was very clear. He was peeping all the time. The unknown destiny that is ever-changing but destined in a certain direction, sinister whispers mixed with nine lamentations are everywhere.
At the end of a tragic story that is difficult to predict, the feathers slowly fall down.
Finally, the filthy dark green atmosphere of decay spread, and His gentle breathing revealed the silence of a dying tree. Seven desperate murmurs came from the ancient courtyard. The vitality spreading in the garden was in harmony with His call. Similarly, being nourished by the plague in the dirty rain, the numb hoarse whispers are always mixed with the sticky sound of rotten maggots squirming in the pus.
His lamentations are everlasting, and His kindness remains the same.
In eight angry roars that almost set off a tsunami in the sea of souls, the blood god's will emerged.
He will not allow the holy holy war to be distorted by evil, nor will he allow any filth and depravity to touch the prey in front of Him.
She——is the trophy that the Blood God likes.
His wrath is unparalleled, and the boiling waves of his soul symbolize the majestic anger of the most violent being in the highest heaven.
The giant brass ax that could easily destroy the entire realm of Khorne was raised high by Him: the shadow of the huge ax blade that was as immeasurable as a mountain almost obscured the scarlet sky, and any dazzling light was almost materialized in the Blood God's body. The anger is also dim in front of it, and the blood of the strong and the runes of Khorne flowing on the sharp ax blade are shining brightly. No matter how you use to describe it - the highest glory on the brass throne, sharp and crazy The endless roar, the murder and hatred that pervades the entire material universe, or the terrifying anger of the Blood God that burns all the time in the long river of time.
It is the embodiment of destruction.
Under the horrified gazes of all the demons, His endless burning anger and bloodthirsty solidified into a scarlet light across the sky and the earth. Some faintly visible lavender and indigo shadows flickered on the other side of fate. After that, The tall dark green figure seemed to be sighing, and avoided the sharp and unbearable anger of the Blood God.
However, in front of the majestic ax blade that was difficult to measure in size, there was an extremely dim golden shadow.
It is smaller than any light in Khorne's domain, but more solid than other figures.
His ruthless gaze from the distant twisted future is just like the violent sight of the Blood God looking back at the distant golden throne.
The cold golden flame is His true symbol.
——The fire thief.
The low roar of the Blood God echoed in the high sky.
They were all very familiar with the living corpse still stubbornly resisting on the Golden Throne.
In an instant, from the perspective of the past, present, or future, the existence of the entire Khorne realm was completely torn apart.
The scorched earth plain built on the corpses has been mostly torn apart in this collision with a force that is difficult to describe in words.
The majestic sea of blood pours down in the magnificent rift, pouring straight into the chaotic and disordered sea of souls, driving the psykers in eight hundred and eighty-eight worlds into madness, and causing the eighty-eight demon worlds to collide. They were all annihilated, and even the brass fortress made of skulls was shaken eight times.
In the sea of souls, the thin curtain linking the past and the future was slowly torn open - a scarlet and strong figure emerged from it.
The blood god's anger gradually subsided with the appearance of the loot.
However, when he saw the prominent butcher's nails on the head of that majestic figure, the sea of souls boiled with hot lava again.
He knew that it must be the damn rotten corpse that had done something about it. When His anger roaming the long river of time drove it back to the present world and tore apart the chorus engine of the future, that rotten corpse pulled something over. .
The slave named [Angron].
but…
The Blood God never cares about the number of slaves.
The small setbacks no longer matter, and the undesirable trophies... can be used as waste for the time being.
In the Lord of Skull's ferocious gaze that spans past and future, his prey still roams the sea of souls.
A grand war is coming, more blood will be shed, and more killings will be concluded.
The Blood God never cares who the blood comes from.
Including - Himself.
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