Bengtie: Buli was the first to fight, and was captured by Jingliu at the beginning

Khorne was teleported to a fantasy world, a red desert, endless and with nothing in it.

This vast desolate land is like a closed maze with no boundaries. There is no life here, and naturally no killing.

Khorne has lost control of war and killing in the universe, and everything he sees, thinks, and feels is now trapped in the desert.

In a desert without life, there is no killing and blood, and Khorne cannot feel the killing and blood from the outside world, which makes him feel irritable and uneasy.

"I am Rogal Dorn, Daemon of Terra, Primarch of the Imperial Fists, Seventh Son, Solid as a Rock."

"I am Rogal Dorn, Daemon of Terra, Primarch of the Imperial Fists, Seventh Son, Solid as a Rock."

The red desert, the red walls, the red sky, all of this should have excited the Lord of Skulls, but the constant whispers made Khorne extremely irritated.

In this boundless desert, time seems to have lost its meaning, be it a century, two centuries, or even longer.

The cycle of the sun and the moon becomes blurred here, leaving only an eternal red and endless waiting. Khorne has tried countless plans, but has never been able to escape.

"I am Rogal Dorn, Daemon of Terra, Primarch of the Imperial Fists, Seventh Son, Solid as a Rock."

The desert breeze was filled with whispers, tempting Him to stop insisting, give up, surrender, just say that one word.

The red desert and Dorn's repeated whispers destroyed Khorne's will. Perhaps it would take ten thousand years, perhaps a hundred thousand years, perhaps even a billion years...

"I am Rogal Dorn, Daemon of Terra, Primarch of the Imperial Fists, Seventh Son, Solid as a Rock."

"Sacrifice blood to the Emperor, and offer your skull to the Golden Throne!"

Finally, after an unknown amount of time of endless torture, Khorne felt as if he had spent several Big Bang times in the desert, but he could do nothing and could not leave.

Finally, He surrendered, uttered those words, and became the Chosen One of Dorn, a puppet of the stone man, a specialty of Holy Terra, sacrificing his blood to the God-Emperor and his skull to the Golden Throne!

On Nurgle's side, the remaining Primarchs, including Horus, were teleported to a place with Nurgle, an ancient Roman Colosseum.

This was a duel, Nurgle fighting alone against many Primarchs including Horus.

"Take your time, one at a time. When you're satisfied, move on to the next one. Nurgle's vitality is very strong."

Before Nurgle could even react, he became the Primarchs' punching bag. Horus's Worldbreaker hammer fell heavily, without any skill, only the most primitive violence.

Draconian was set aside and abandoned. If he accidentally killed Nurgle, there would be no fun.

Nurgle's plump flesh was torn to pieces, his rotten head was knocked crooked, and his already distorted face looked like a tattered doll. Horus did not know how to control his strength.

The other Primarchs also fired their weapons at Nurgle. They were all heavy weapons. Nurgle was beaten into a paste again and again, and then recovered with his tenacious vitality.

He was beaten into a Nurgle paste again and again, over and over again. Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Nurgle could no longer recover from the minced meat state and died completely.

Perhaps the damage he suffered exceeded the threshold, and the Warp had the rules of death and was unable to lock his blood, so he was beaten to death. Perhaps Nurgle could not bear the humiliation and finally chose to commit suicide.

Finally, Horus was holding a bucket of Nurgle sauce, Lorgar was holding the decapitated head of Slaanesh, and behind Dorn was Khorne, who was already drooling. The era of the Four Gods was over!

Good news: The original five evil gods have all fallen, and they can no longer interfere with reality, turning the life of the universe into butchers, hedonists, virus collectors and flesh and blood mutants.