The mountain of flesh and blood formed by the accumulation of countless Tzeentch demon corpses has towered into the clouds, presenting a weird atmosphere that is incompatible with the poisonous mist that permeates the entire Tzeentch demonic realm.
Countless Tzeentch demons who have resurrected are reluctantly joining the demon army again, and Elaine, who is fighting crazily in the wave of demons, is also tirelessly slaughtering many demons——
The [Silent One] thinking engine, which has been peeping at Elaine in the dark, has long been speechless.
At first, it thought that this human creation would be easily torn apart by the strange creations of the subspace like the "stone men" it was familiar with - even though Elaine showed strength beyond expectations at the beginning. It thinks so too.
Because it deeply knows that there are corresponding [limits] for life in any physical universe, such as the wear and tear of equipment, the consumption of endurance, and the consumption of will.
But, obviously...
The [limit] of the human creature who enjoys killing seems to be bottomless.
Yes, in its data readings, Elaine's armor layer is slowly being worn away and the sharpness of the weapons is constantly decreasing, but the combat efficiency is not hindered by the gradually wearing out armor and weapons, but is constantly improving. promote.
It doesn't know what power is contained in Elaine's body, nor does it know why she can kill almost every demon in the countless endless demon army several times, but still continues to wreak havoc on the battlefield like a storm without getting tired. .
The Silent Man found that he seemed to have been derailed from this world for too long - psychic energy, which was still an extremely dangerous energy in the dark technological age, was a convenient means for this terrifying warrior to counterattack and even force him to The wizards were forced to fight in close combat.
It was even glad that she had not been discovered by her as the being that connected the Demon Realm of Tzeentch with the physical universe... Otherwise, it might have fallen into that terrible fight.
Yes, after being transformed into warp creatures by Kalos, the Silent Ones became an anchor on the planet of the warp - just like most of the psykers on the lost world who were used as portals by daemons, but Unlike the frail psykers, the Silent Ones still have value as ancient thought engines.
As a node in the endless conspiracy network of the Lord of Change, or as one of the many great demons of Tzeentch, after being awakened by the Tzeentch messenger, it takes the form of the omnic life form sleeping in the entire Iron Man city-state. The soul is used as a sacrifice, and one's own existence is upgraded to a life form in the subspace.
Of course, this is not its [original intention].
The ancient esoteric cult still controls the [password] that controls the thinking engine.
Therefore, when it was input by the Tzeentch messenger a series of instructions that even it could not decipher temporarily, all the sleeping omnic compatriots in the entire Iron Man city-state were sacrificed.
And it can't do anything.
Having all will and soul crushed in endless despair is also one of the miserable fates that most living beings face after coming into contact with subspace.
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In the highest heaven, the killing continues endlessly.
The terrifying giant figure sitting on the skull throne is enjoying this rare sight with satisfaction.
Even His cold gaze, which was constantly observing the endless wars, conflicts, killings, and violence taking place in the entire universe, could not help but be attracted to the bloody battlefield in the Demon Realm of Tzeentch at this moment.
The endless rage gathered through crazy fighting, and the cunning sorcery of all psychics were overwhelmed with ruthless courage.
Needless to say, He was very pleased with this.
Not only because this feat of one against ten thousand appeared in the territory of that annoying sophist, but also because the initiator of this terrible killing was a brave man who had left scars on himself, and was also destined to A precious thing captured by the mighty power of the Blood God.
The mounds of corpses that are constantly being built up, and the huge rivers of blood that are spreading everywhere, scenes that suit His [taste] are spreading in the demonic realm where the fog is spreading, and the truth that was once obscured by lies is screaming with the chain saw axe. It is revealed below that the stubborn and boring witchcraft has been destroyed by the terrifying power of the destroyer.
What a spectacular sight, what a wonder...
He even recalled the pain caused by that [scar]. Even though tens of millions of years and a moment were the same to Him, the joy contained in it never dissipated.
The Blood God never needs the flattery and dedication of the weak; all he desires is the blood of the strong.
Anyone who dares to stand up to the powerful and replace them will be rewarded by Khorne.
In the nearly countless eras formed by the blending of the past and the future, Khorne has never faced any cruel war that could make him shed blood. Even his beloved Skarbrand was only Driven by Tzeentch's bewitchment, he had the courage to launch a shameless sneak attack.
Boring and boring, even though his vision spans the killings and wars across the entire galaxy all the time, he has never been able to find any brave man who dared to challenge the "Powerful One".
Any huge existence that fights against Him is acting for some dirty and despicable goals, and the boring chess game that has not yielded a single piece for thousands of years has long made the Blood God irritated.
He longs for the boundless war that makes the galaxy completely boiling, and uses cruel killings to eliminate all cowardly and pitiful existences, until the [Supreme Power] who has set foot on all races, all lives, and all concepts is truly born.
The Lord of the Skull, which represents strength, force, and killing, is undoubtedly the final step on this road to death.
Khorne has been waiting for this moment.
He peeks at all stories that end with cruelty and courage, and rewards any being who has the ability to step into these trials with supreme power and gifts.
Even if they all fall down at the end of the killing, it doesn't matter. This symbolizes that another more qualified trialist has taken over their path——
As a result, under the mighty power of the Blood God, the brutal fighting in the entire galaxy was visible to everyone.
In the eyes of the world, He longs for blood all the time, the blood of the strong, the skulls of the brave, and the souls of those who die.
But all the corpse stairs that can please Khorne will eventually face the ultimate test on the Skull Throne.
Yes, the blood of the strong that can best please Khorne must be taken from the Blood God himself - the only and eternal strongest existence in the subspace, the embodiment of killing and war, the indelible and eternal god.
Only by stepping on His corpse and skull can the being who only exists in the blood god's desire be able to ascend the skull throne made of all blood.
But now, His blood is slowly flowing in the scar, and the real pain is stimulating the hunger, thirst and fighting spirit that have been dormant for hundreds of millions of years.
The supreme sacrifice has been offered.
A grand war was also ignited.
And His favorite challenger will now offer Himself a more satisfactory sacrifice.
Even Tzeentch's strange and irritating whispers were much more pleasant to listen to at this moment.
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To be honest, I almost forgot why I wrote Iron Man in the first place.
Maybe I want to write some expansion about Iron Man's Rebellion, but two months have passed, and even my ideas are a bit weak... So let's end it with the tragedy of Warhammer for the time being, and make up for it later if there is a chance. First Return to the main line first.
(End of chapter)
