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"Changed battlefields?" Killer Saber was in a pretty good mood. Through the labyrinth meticulously set up by Carlos the Bull, she had gained a deeper understanding of the psychic realm.

At this point, Carlos's psionic reaction had disappeared, and Killer Killer wasn't planning to finish Carlos off in one go; that was unrealistic.

"I'm curious to see what kind of expression Carlos's two bird heads will make." Kirsage dispersed the labyrinth that enveloped the entire hive city, and was even more eager for Carlos's next trap.

On the other side, Carlos was very distressed. He couldn't see Kirsaqi's future or past, which made him, who was used to deducing and making arrangements in advance, very uncomfortable.

"Psychic, she's not afraid, what should we do?"

Carlos pondered, realizing that Kirsaji's psychic power, which originated entirely from her own body, left her with no way to attack. She couldn't guarantee that she could distort Kirsaji's consciousness without her sensing the warp energy.

“Trouble, monster, targeting…” Tzeentch’s chief archduke folded his wings and stood quietly in the ritual made of twisted corpses.

Kirsaj rescanned the surface of the planet. No matter whose Great Demon it was, if it were to appear in the real universe, there would definitely be a warp reaction, and her corrupted psionic energy could easily detect it.

In short, time is running out for Carlos, and Kirsa will soon realize it.

However, before chasing Carlos, Killer felt he had to deal with the cunning guy in front of him first.

Gene thieves, the vanguard of the Terran swarm, are distributed across many planets of the Imperium.

They are beacons for the Tyranids, guiding them to devour planet after planet. When the Tyranid swarm arrives, they will launch a sudden attack on the Imperial loyalists on the planet.

Until the Tyranid swarm arrived and devoured them along with the biomass on the planet.

"heresy!"

"For the Emperor!"

The cunning creatures before Kirsaj charged at her, brandishing crude weapons as they bravely rushed toward Kirsaj, who was surrounded by corrupted psionic energy.

The crudely made automatic gun fired, bullets hitting Kirsar's shield.

The corrupted psionic energy spread outwards, and the scene before all the gene thieves began to change.

The bullet aimed at Kilsager suddenly deflected, piercing the skull of a gene thief, while the blade aimed at Kilsager severed the arm of one of them.

Everything is changing; space is warped, time is reversed, and physics ceases to exist in this labyrinth.

Kilsager floated in the air, watching the gene thieves wielding weapons all around him. They never actually touched Kilsager; they were just killing each other incessantly.

Killer's lips curled up slightly. He had to thank Carlos for his careful guidance and the labyrinth that was a gift of friendship.

"are you ready?"

Killer Sage sensed a new location where the psionic energy level was silently increasing. Without a doubt, it must be Carlos who had appeared.

So she set the maze in motion, started the engine, and flew to the next teaching location.

Carlos carefully adjusted the black stone device in front of him. The black stone was not activated at the moment, otherwise it would be difficult for it to even maintain its form.

“This must be a test from Saint Chillie,” Carlos Nannan said. In his mind, defeating Chillie was more difficult than teaching Oglin to count from zero to one hundred.

"Hahaha! Okay! Okay!"

Neither Carlos nor Kirsage knew that their duel had drawn the attention of the Four Gods to this ordinary planet.

Khorne sensed Carlos's anger and cast a glance at him.

Slaanesh absorbed Tzeentch's pleasure, and the curious Dark Prince also began to observe Lorisa.

After Nurgle nearly lost the Champion Selection to Kil'jaeden, he sought revenge for his son and thus sought out Kil'jaeden on Lorissa.

Whether or not a certain cold sun came, the four gods did not care about this new brother.

This scene is simply the ultimate treatment that only the eternally chosen gods would enjoy!

It should be noted that, apart from Horus during the Great Rebellion, these four gods have not paid such attention to any being for a long time.

"The power she possesses could very well harm us, and there's even a slight chance that it could kill us completely." The enormous, blood-red figure sitting on the majestic bronze throne slowly straightened up, as if sensing some impending crisis.

The Blood God's followers, who were fiercely fighting, seemed to be injected with an unprecedented frenzied power after seeing the Blood God's actions. The rhythm of the battle instantly became more violent and intense. Crimson blood flowed like a spring on the scorching lava ground of the Blood God's Demon Realm, gradually gathering into shocking pools of blood.

They had only one thought in their minds: to attract the supreme attention of the Blood God through even more cruel and bloody battles, hoping to gain the favor and attention of that towering figure.

“She’s really too dangerous. She’ll kill my children.” Nurgle shook its massive, green body, which was as large as a mountain, and then generously distributed the cauldron full of plague soup to its children.

A few drops of scalding soup quietly fell into the mysterious and unpredictable real universe, and in an instant, several new and terrible plagues spread rapidly across several once peaceful planets.

The undead, ravaged by the plague, slowly rose from the ground, carrying Nurgle's so-called "compassion," and began to spread like ghosts to other places, sharing this "special gift" with more living beings.

"Oh! I want it! I want it!"

If Tzeentch hadn't stopped Slaanesh, she would have definitely experienced the pain that Kirsajarn's corrupted psionic energy would have caused her.

Slaanesh, blocked by Tzeentch, immediately twisted the souls of 66 billion mortals into all sorts of shapes and tormented these poor souls in countless ways.

Carlos stood still, waiting for Kirsaj to arrive. Strangely, it had destroyed one altar, leaving only eight.

"Hmph! Didn't you run away? Are you still standing there now that you see me?"

"If I didn't wait for you here, why would you have come over?" "If I didn't come closer, how could I give you a good beating!"

"Then let's get a little closer."

Kirsagi landed on the ground and walked towards Carlos step by step.

For some reason, Carlos felt that Killer's figure suddenly exuded a sense of oppression, as if he had transformed into a golden figure.

However, this does not affect his ceremony, as Kirsar is now close enough.

The black stone device deflected, the psionic amplification mode was activated, and all eight altars simultaneously lit up with a blood-red light.

"Hahaha!" Carlos laughed loudly as the eight altars were swallowed by blood. Amplified by the Black Stone Device, an enormous rift was torn open in the real universe.

The Blood God's Demon Realm spread across Lorisa, with blood and lava flowing from steel and molten lava suddenly erupting from the ground.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

A colossal figure emerged from the altar, the Butcher's Nail conspicuously displayed on his forehead. He was none other than Khorne's Primarch, the Red Sand Angel—Angron!