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Chapter 350: The Changed Fate

A colossal dueling arena stood on the plains of Baal, forged from ancient runes of the Blood Angels and fragments of the Emperor's iconography. Towering spectator stands surrounded the arena, where Blood Angels warriors and their mortal servants gathered, awaiting the start of this fateful duel. In the center of the arena, Russell sat cross-legged, his "Blood Drinker" entrenching tool resting horizontally on his lap. Golden psionic energy flowed around him, as if gathering power.

Mephisto stood on the viewing platform, the light of his psionic vessel swirling in his hand. His gaze pierced through the void, as if peering into the future: "Lord Dante, what are Russell's chances of winning?"

A complex light flickered in Dante's eyes. He remained silent for a moment before slowly saying, "It's hard to say. Kahn is a formidable enemy. But I think Russell will definitely emerge victorious."

Mephisto frowned slightly, looking worried. "What should we do if Russell fails?"

Dante's voice was firm: "I will not allow this to happen. If Russell fails, I will personally confront Kahn."

Mephisto's eyes flashed with surprise: "Lord Dante, your age... perhaps Carrion should be sent. The fighting power of the super angel warriors is far superior to yours and Russell's."

Dante smiled gently and said, "Carlyon is the new hope, while I... am just an old man. Russell needs this battle to prove himself; it's a necessary step in his growth."

Mephisto was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "But Russell is also the hope for the future. Without him, we can no longer create super angel warriors."

Dante's gaze deepened: "This is his destiny. He must face this battle, and whatever the outcome, he will grow from it."

Mephisto fell silent, his gaze fixed on Russell in the center of the ring. Russell remained seated, seemingly oblivious to the outside commotion. His golden pupils reflected the distant starry sky, as if searching for answers within himself.

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Kahn's fleet, like a sharp chain axe, easily cleaved through Baal's defenses. Khorne's berserkers roared as they charged into the atmosphere, their crimson goggles reflecting the burning city and collapsing fortifications. However, Kahn sensed something amiss—it was all too easy.

“They’re waiting for us.” Kahn gently swung his chain axe, “Bloodborne,” in his hand, the serrated edges gleaming coldly. His eyes swept across the holographic projection; on the surface of Baal, a massive arena was shimmering with golden light. Those were the runes of the Blood Angels, and Russell’s invitation.

"My lord, this is a trap!" a Khorne berserker growled, his chain axe still dripping with the blood of mortals.

A sinister smile crept across Kahn's lips. "A trap? No, this is a challenge. Russell... that mortal I once easily defeated, now dares to face me so brazenly." A glint of excitement flashed in his single eye. "It seems he really has become stronger."

He turned to his men and said, "This is my battle. None of you should participate. I want to personally tear his pride apart and let him know that true legends are forged in blood!"

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In the center of the arena, Russell stood quietly. In his hand he held the "Blood Drinker" entrenching tool, the golden psionic energy on its blade flowing like flames. His gaze was calm and profound, as if he were waiting for an old friend.

Russell's voice was calm and firm: "Kahn, we've met again."

Kahn held the "Bloodborne" chain axe, its serrated blade gleaming with a bloodthirsty light. He slowly walked up to Russell, Russell's figure reflected in his eyes, his voice tinged with mockery: "You have courage, daring to face me directly. But this time, don't disappoint me too much."

Russell sneered, gently shaking the "Blood Drinker" entrenching tool in his hand, the golden psionic energy on the blade flowing like flames: "This time, I will definitely use all my strength to fight you."

Kahn's lips curled into a sinister smile: "Very well, let's begin!"

Just as the battle was about to break out, Russell suddenly spoke up: "Do you still know Sigismund?"

Kahn's eyes narrowed sharply, and hot steam billowed from his respirator. His voice held a barely perceptible undercurrent of anger: "Why are you bringing him up?"

Russell's lips curled up slightly, his eyes carrying a hint of meaning: "Actually, I am his apprentice. I witnessed his duel with you."

Kahn's chain axe paused slightly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He looked at Russell intently, his voice low and hoarse: "He was a formidable fellow, and a very good opponent... It's a pity he's dead now."

A cold glint flashed in Russell's eyes: "Angron killed him. I will avenge him!"

Kahn's cold laughter echoed through the arena: "You're courting death. Enough talk, let's begin!"

Before he finished speaking, Kahn had already dashed out like lightning.