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Chapter 8 Tzeentch:?
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

It was the sound of an axe cutting steel.

"For the glory of Macragge!"

It was the sound of a sharp knife entering flesh, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

puff~
Blood splattered everywhere, and as the heretic's headless body knelt on the ground and fell forward powerlessly, increasingly fanatical roars rang out around him.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

The heretic's blasphemous words continued to irritate his eardrums, and Sifris silently watched another heretic jump into the duel pit in front of him.

He did not initiate the attack.

He was waiting for the stakes of the duel.

"No, you won it all, Warrior."

The Khorne warrior, who was nearly three meters tall, drew out his double axes, and the chainsaw began to spin, creating sparks.

Eight skulls, eight pairs of sacrifices, and a warrior who has passed eight trials, the Blood God's realm has opened its doors to him.

He could feel that the eight lakes of blood in the endless scarlet wasteland were boiling for him. The Blood God had already prepared eight wars for him that would allow him to advance to a higher level.

The desire to harvest the warrior's skull and let his blood flow in his body echoed in his heart.

"Now, I will take it all away, including your life!"

The traitor's voice was like thunder, just like a power pack that had merged with his body and was violently spewing out flames, symbolizing the warrior's boundless courage.

He was in a state of total victory.

Sifris clearly remembered that the pair of axe blades attacked from behind, tearing apart his comrades who were still resisting the greenskins.

There was a gap left by a comrade on the front of the Iron Cavalry Terminator, which was covered with flesh and blood.

As for the enemy who left scars on his body, his comrade's head was being impaled by this traitor on the spikes extending from his back.

Sifris remained silent, not shouting at the injustice before him, as he knew that there was no honor for traitors.

He dragged the heavy iron armor and raised the sword full of gaps again.

"For the glory of Macragge!"

It was a bloody arena, where the roars of brave warriors resounded.

There were broken limbs everywhere, and mad Void Rats were dragging broken tissue into the tunnel. The bodies of Death Watch warriors were pierced from the bottom to the top of the skull and inserted into high supports as guardrails. The sticky product suspected to be a mixture of brain tissue and blood covered the surrounding steel, like a spider web extending in the jungle.

A strong smell of blood hit me in the face, and the bright red subspace miasma dyed the entire bottom of the generator bright red.

At this moment, in the center of the arena, the pharmacist wearing a white helmet was struggling.

Beside him, in the arena, the bodies of eight Chaos Space Marines lay.

He was seriously injured. The power backpack on his back had been torn off long ago, and there was a huge gaping hole in his chest, with both of his hearts shattered.

His opponent was a fully armed Khorne warrior who was almost as tall as Arthur.

Arthur noticed the Iron Cavalry Terminator in the center of the battlefield at first sight, who was fighting a single-handed duel with the severely disabled MK7 Space Marine with his energy shield on.

The nuns who had already caught up with the team watched this scene, their eyes burning with anger.

"Restraint, sisters, surround the formation!"

The Grand Sister gave a low shout, and the twenty-six combat nuns quickly dispersed and began looking for an ambush site.

"Doesn't the Blood God value honorable duels?"

Arthur casually threw out a question, and his eyes were raped. He flashed and rushed into the arena as if teleporting.

Anger doesn't solve problems, but killing can.

He will kill without mercy those who dare to challenge his values with their evil rituals.

"The Blood God doesn't care where the blood comes from."

Romulus looked at the tragic scene in the duel pit, shook his head slightly, then remotely controlled the Extreme Warriors to start pouring out firepower and turned on the loudspeaker at the same time.

"Seal off the passage, kill them all, don't let anyone go."

The Ultramarines surrounding the duel pit moved in unison, one hand unlocking the safety and squeezing the trigger, while the other arm pressed down hard on the upper side of the gun to control the recoil to almost zero. The Battle Sisters switched to the melta and relied on explosions to block possible escape routes in various areas below.

The fanatical roars of the Chaos heretics were instantly replaced by gunfire and explosions. The numerous Chaos Space Marines who had just been surrounding the pile of corpses were shot into a honeycomb by the dense bombardment as soon as they drew their blasphemous weapons.

The struggles of these heretics were like the completely destroyed rituals in the duel pit, meaningless. Bang!
Arthur descended from the sky and delivered a loyal plasma shot directly into the forehead of the Khorne Terminator.

But the blessing of the Blood God allowed it to withstand the indestructible plasma. The Khorne Terminator simply leaned back to relieve the impact, and with the help of its heavy arm armor, it forcibly deflected the power sword that was stabbing towards its head, and swung its double axes to chop towards Arthur.

He is a master.

This is the first enemy that can last a round with Arthur.

His expression was slightly solemn, and his mind became more focused.

The sword blade blocked the slash from the right, and Arthur raised his shield to knock away the feint shield. In fact, it was a flying axe that was flying towards the pharmacist to complete the ritual. Arthur pushed forward and knocked the Khorne Terminator off balance.

"You, the running dog of the false emperor..."

Ignoring the Khorne warrior's furious roar, Arthur, who was still struggling with the blessed axe blade, let go of his long sword after causing it to lose balance. Arthur, who was free from the suppression, rushed forward and swung his fist, and his fist wrapped in ceramic steel hit the Khorne warrior's already mutated head heavily.

puff!

The twisted head was knocked off by a punch, and blood spurted out from the severed end. The blasphemous body seemed to have not yet realized that its brain was dead, and it still maintained the chopping posture.

Arthur then took a step back and caught the power sword before it hit the ground, letting the axe blade scrape across his breastplate.

And just as he completed this action, the firepower of Romulus and others tore apart the surrounding living forces.

Even the Space Marines had no chance of resistance when faced with the sudden saturation fire attack.

The scarlet mist thinned.

Angry! Angry!
In this realm where blood is eternally flowing, endless rage flows in the heart of the God of Slaughter.

A duel, a bloody duel was ruined.

Right under His nose.

He neither obtained the warrior's skull nor the servant who could bring him more skulls. The power he projected disappeared completely with the death of the servant. It can be said that he gained nothing and lost his investment.

who is it!

Khorne gazed towards that area. He could see the followers of the Damned and the corpses of his servants, but he could not see the figure that took his skull.

Damn it, this is a plan that would annoy even the gods.

"Tzeentch!"

A faint blue image flashed through his thoughts, and the Blood God, sitting on the brass throne, let out a terrifying roar.

Since we can’t find out who it is, let the fraudster who likes to cover up the truth pay the price!
Only killing can solve the problem!
As the Blood God roared, the brass bells of the Crimson Wasteland began to ring, and the molten metal turned into a rushing torrent, crushing skulls and merging into the eternally working furnace of slaughter.

Iron bulls, blood shrines, countless chaotic machines and creations condensed from the souls of killing began to rush out of the Skull Tower.

The unusually thick red river, irrigated by eternal war and massacre, became a little thinner. The countless butchers in the wasteland stopped their weapons and looked at the Lord of Slaughter sitting on the brass throne with flaming desire.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

The Blood God's wrath is eternal, and his sword will never cease.

There is only one reason that can bring the eternal duel to a halt.

That's a bigger war!

"Skull offering skull seat!!!"

Under the layers of blood-red sky, the fully armed warriors burst into fanatical roars.

When the eighth bell rang, the brass horn resounded throughout the Blood God's realm.

888 Great Demons of Khorne, along with their demonic armies, began to march towards the endless blue maze.

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And when the burning iron hooves crushed the colorful maze walls, the twisted and amorphous thing sitting on a dry well finally opened its thousands of eyes.

"Variety."

He hummed softly, and boundless ecstasy was hidden between the countless collisions of his lips and teeth.

It was as if the demons of Khorne now wreaking havoc in His realm had come to rescue His celestial host.

"Hehe, it's a war we never expected!"

(End of this chapter)