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Chapter 196: Why did Kabanha cover up the history of its back being broken by the archangel?
A bestial roar sounded from Kabanha's giant ape-like mouth.

The demons following it beat drums, blew horns, and shouted angry battle cries.
Kabanha sensed that the barrier between reality and the subspace had become thinner, and a crack appeared in front of it, like a wound torn from the flesh and blood of reality, with scarlet blood flowing out, and the breath of the physical universe leaking out from the wound.

The Angel of Misfortune roared in triumph, the steel whip in his hand crackled, and his brass armor uttered a battle cry.

It can smell blood, the blood of Baal, the blood of angels, the blood of the Primarchs.
Kabanha's dim eyes sparkled with fiery joy, but soon the joy was dispersed by confusion.
He sensed the summons, but before he could actively invade Baal, someone had deliberately summoned him.

Before the rift, two figures blocked the way.
Kabanha's nostrils spurted out blood mist, and he stared at the two people standing in front of the rift.

“It turned out that the little angels called me!!!”

Kabanha roared with laughter, and he noticed Mephiston first:
"Are you already eager to join us? What about your anger? Let me feel it!"

Kabanha instantly understood what Mephiston wanted to do. Instead of waiting for Kabanha to appear directly on the battlefield due to the impact of the war, smash into the Angel Castle from the Warp and arouse the blood thirst of the Blood Angels, it is better to summon Kabanha to the Heart of Baal in advance and then exile him.

At the same time, Kabanha's gaze moved from Mephiston to Zhou Yun next to him.
He was a seemingly ordinary mortal, with only a small propeller on his head and a remote control in his left hand.
But Kabanha saw it vaguely
Cabanha took a sharp step back, a confused look on his face.

"The Cursed? Vashtol? The Shadow?"

Kabanha's dim eyes were full of confusion. He vaguely sensed the things under Zhou Yun's physical body. Even as a bloodthirsty demon of Khorne, he couldn't help but be astonished by the food:

“No, it seems neither.”

"Has the ritual on the subspace engine started?" Mephiston asked Zhou Yun through psychic power.

Zhou Yun glanced at the subspace engine in the fourth-dimensional pocket. The runes drawn with blood on the engine were sprouting bloody tumors, growing into skulls that roared and screamed, with blood flowing from their eye sockets.
The warp gate has not yet been fully transferred to this warp engine. If Kabanha rushes into reality now, he will only enter Baal and will not fall into the fourth-dimensional pocket.

"We're still a little short. We have to hold him back for a while." Zhou Yun responded silently in his mind: "We have to irritate him and make him rush over without thinking."

"The second mission is too easy. He is a bloodthirsty demon." Mephiston's mouth curled up slightly in a smile.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but smile, his fingers on the hot stage clapperboard & robot director in his pocket.

"Family, who knows? I heard there's going to be a fierce and Waaaaagh! battle. I thought it was Skarbrand, Doomseed, or Angras who came. Angron would be fine if that didn't work. I didn't expect it to be a shrimp-headed idiot Kabanha. I might as well go find a fart spirit!"

Zhou Yun spoke without hesitation, leaving Mephiston stunned before he could even open his mouth.

Mephiston's gaze towards him suddenly became terrifying, and this aggression was a bit...
"Think about it, 10,000 years ago, when the archangel broke Kabanha's spine with his knee, it cried like a fart whose toes were stepped on. It was so pitiful, almost as pitiful as a certain red-skinned one-eyed Ogryn."

"I heard that if Kabanha hadn't taken advantage of the Blood God's inattention and kowtowed to Saint Guinius to beg for mercy, he would have been captured and taken back to Angel Castle to be used as a blood slave."

Zhou Yun raised his lips and uttered a series of words. Kabanha was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to respond.
"Do you know why Kabanha didn't cover up the history of being killed by angels several times? In fact, you don't know, this is all beautified. Kabanha's profession in 30k is actually a ditch. My ancestor is a genuine ever-changing demon king. He walked through Kabanha's tunnel. Hey! Don't tell me, it's really a bloody drought road."

"Enough!!!" Kabanha roared, and its anger seemed to become real, turning into balls of flames filled with the smell of sulfur and gunfire, which were released from itself and spread in all directions.

The attack made no distinction between friend and foe, and even many of Kabanha's followers were set on fire, their bodies engulfed in sulfur fire, and in the end only a skull covered in sparks fell.
The sulfur fire spread towards Mephiston and Zhou Yun. Mephiston clenched the Soul Sword Vitalus in his hand, and his powerful spiritual power was quantified into a layer of shadows that included him, resisting the powerful fire.
Zhou Yun stood there leisurely, letting the flames engulf him. The adaptation light in his hand flashed away.
He looked at Kabanha with great interest. "Little Ka, my Sanguinius is at least a top student in the Soul Cultivation Department of the Soul of Vengeance, and the heir to the chairman's family of the Empire. You, a brass technical secondary school dropout and the neglected son of a paralyzed father, are really unworthy of him."

"I'm not criticizing you, but it's important for people to know themselves. Your fire is not strong enough. When Sanguinius inherits my chicken meatball business, you won't even be able to light a fire properly." "Look at Horus next door. Although he is a bit extreme and may have some ethical issues compared to my Sanguinius, at least he is a good hammer!"

Zhou Yun's words were deep and a little sad, as if he was an elder who was working hard for his children.

Mephiston trembled all over and almost dropped the Vitalus in his hand. Why did he feel that these words not only humiliated Cabanha?
Kabanha said no more. He let out a savage roar and swung the chainsaw axe in his hand to chop at Zhou Yun. The whistling power of the subspace was exploding.

Zhou Yun didn't dare to be careless. The adaptive lamp could protect against environmental damage, but it couldn't protect against direct attacks like blades.

A light golden light flashed in his hand, and the famous sword, Dian Guang Wan, which looked like a toy knife, came out of its sheath.
Zhou Yun waved the toy dagger in his hand in a way that even Kabanha could not understand. The light golden light drew an arc in the air, skillfully pushing away Kabanha's chain saw axe and letting it pass by him.
Suddenly, the axe blade whistled, stirring up waves of yellow sand around Zhou Yun. He dodged the sand lightly, his eyes meeting Kabanha's.
A hint of fighting spirit suddenly appeared in Zhou Yun's eyes, but it quickly faded away.
In Kabanha's eyes, the man in front of him seemed to be looking forward to a battle of equal strength, and to his destined death in a bloody battle. From his eyes, Kabanha saw Zhou Yun crawling out of battles full of corpses and blood, defeating one opponent after another, and finally sitting alone on the Jingguan, wiping the toy dagger in his hand with boredom and regret.
Never met an enemy worth fighting, never fought a battle worth remembering,
Kabanha saw the emptiness in Zhou Yun's eyes, an emptiness that could never be faked or acted out.
Suddenly, Kabanha felt a sense of sympathy and even respect for the enemy in front of him.
A pure and noble warrior with great strength and yet no rival, this tastes so right!!!

"You still have to practice." Zhou Yun shook his head with a look of regret. The regret in his voice cheered Kabanha up.
Cabanha gave a roar of admiration,

Although he had just been humiliated by this damned fellow, and although Kabanha felt the oppression brought by the Great Devourer after being closer to reality, the amazing martial arts displayed by Zhou Yun still made Kabanha couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
As a bloodthirsty demon of Khorne, Kabanha understood the value of that move better than anyone else.
And the desire to fight made Kabanha fascinated. What a noble warrior!
He even regained some of the feeling he had when he was evenly matched with Sanguinius in the past!
Take on a noble warrior and let fire and iron do the fighting!

"Tell me your name!" Kabanha let out a cruel laugh, and the steel whip in his hand drew an arc and hit Zhou Yun in the face.

"Don't even think about it!!!" Mephiston whispered, the silver-steel sword in his hand burned with heat, blocking Zhou Yun's way and blocking the steel whip.
The entire Heart of Baal trembled with the arrival of this blow, but Mephiston withstood the impact. He turned around and swung his sword, forcing Kabanha back several steps.

"Calistarius!!!" Kabanha roared Mephiston's former name: "It's not your turn yet. You will be devoured by wrath on the eighth day of my manifestation, but it's not your turn yet!"

Kabanha turned around and pointed the giant axe in his hand at Zhou Yun: "Your name! My axe is eager to chop off your head. Give me a name to remember you by!"

Zhou Yun couldn't help but twitch his lips when he heard this. Why did this statement have such a strong flavor of pervert?

"Nios." Zhou Yun said seriously, "I am Neos!"

"Recite my name and I will fight you, Kabanha!"

Zhou Yun's voice was low and hoarse, full of the vicissitudes of life and years, as if he was a warrior who had gone through countless years of training, his martial arts had reached perfection, and he was eager to find a suitable opponent for a life-and-death duel. His fingers swept across the hot stage board & robot director in his pocket without leaving a trace.

The acting ability brought by this prop allowed him to deceive Kabanha very well, as he saw that Khorne was particularly susceptible to this trick.

Cabanha roared with delight, his ape-like face showing excitement.
He thought that this battle was just a fight with a few good fighters from the Blood Angels, and he would chop down the Tyranid swarms, but he never expected to encounter a warrior with great martial arts skills.

Although this warrior's words were as bad as those birdmen of the Lord of Change, his superb martial arts allowed Kabanha to overlook these minor shortcomings.
A fair and fierce battle without conspiracy or tricks, only blood and flesh fighting is right in front of us. How can we divert our attention for a little foul talk?
A battle that begins with honor, with each party announcing their names.

The scene ends with Kabanha taking off the head of the man in front of him.
Perhaps in the next thousand or even ten thousand years, Kabanha will still miss this battle. Will he take out his head and look at it, recalling every move, every blood and every blade in the next battle?
"I am the servant of the Blood God, I am the bane of angels, I am the enemy of Sanguinius and the Lord of Wrath!"

"I am Kabanha, the bloodthirsty devil Kabanha!"

"I will challenge you to a bloody battle, Neo.Aa ...

(End of this chapter)