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Chapter 516 The Blood God's Grand Plan! (Two Chapters Combined)

A tide of blood rippled across the heavens; war erupted in the highest heavens and the real world, and also within the thigh of the Blood God.
Slaughter, slaughter, slaughter—a crimson trail of carnage pierces the galaxy from both ends.

Guilliman is killing, Saint Gilles is killing, Saint Doraemon is killing, millions of Astartes are killing, and billions of mortals are killing.

Kill! Kill the unyielding!
The galaxy is dark, all things return to nothingness, only slaughter can fight against the cold darkness of end and death.
Their sole purpose was fighting and killing; their only desire was the flow of blood. Everything else was unimportant.
Tzeentch yearns to escape his inevitable destruction through endless change.
The putrid and decaying nature of life prolongs the death process in an attempt to escape its inevitable end.

Slaanesh, despairing of his impending death, indulged in glory and pleasure.
Only the Blood God confronted the nothingness brought by death with that crimson slaughter and joy.
The Blood God is not afraid of death; the Blood God colors death and imbues it with meaning.
Even though death and war raged in the Blood God's thigh, leaving him with incurable wounds, the Blood God still marveled at it.
But if we're talking about the most impressive massacre in recent days, it has to be Kahn's massacre.
Kahn, Kahn, Kahn

The Blood God's chosen one, his most favored.

The Blood God loved Kahn; he could sense the emptiness within Kahn's heart, his void. So Kahn used madness, rage, and slaughter to fill that void, to fight against that void, and to write a new chapter in the story of death.

He was the mortal most suited to the path of the Blood God, therefore the Blood God granted him temporary freedom, allowing him to kill freely.

Blood God believed that Kahn could please him.

As it turned out, Kahn did it.
The Blood God smiled as he watched Kahn swing his axe and smash Eribas's head.
At the moment of Erebas's death, for ten thousand years, countless people's anger towards Erebas and the Great Rebellion seemed to find an outlet, roaring and surging into Kahn's body, causing his blood energy to churn continuously.
The revenge, the sacrifice, the slaughter have all been completed.
The Blood God could sense Kahn's inner thoughts.

Kahn filled the void in his heart with blood; death held no meaning for him. He successfully overcame the emptiness brought by the end and death with a splash of crimson carnage.

Having slaughtered to this point, death is without regret; only blood flows, only crimson joy remains.

Kahn is completely...

But the Blood God was still not satisfied; he wanted Kahn's killing spree to go on forever.

Anger, raging fire, and murderous intent combined, forming chains that entangled Kahn.

"Kahn!!!" The God of Blood called out to Kahn, his voice deafening, causing almost the entire galaxy to tremble.
A crimson light emanated from the star, and a murderous intent spread among the people.
The fallen angels, world-devourers, and dark angels who were engaged in battle all felt a tremor in their souls, and their bodies surged with uncontrollable rage.
Their eyes turned bloodshot, almost instantly consumed by rage. Some of the fallen angels and dark angels could barely restrain themselves, but almost all of the World Eaters, except for Kosorax, were consumed by rage and plunged into an unstoppable carnage.

Kosolax trembled; he was terrified by what he was seeing.

"What happened?!" Kosolax asked, his lips trembling. He knew the answer in his heart, but he was afraid of it.

"He has arrived." Captain Salyn stood beside Kosorax, slightly raising her head as if looking at the non-existent sky in the void.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Ezekiel's mouth, the chief strategist of the Dark Angels, and his body swayed.

His eyes reflected the scene in the subspace, where the vast blood energy engulfed the subspace where this star system was located, while above the curtain of reality, the Blood God lowered his head and cast his gaze.

On the Blessed Lady, the distortion was even more pronounced; the Blood God's domain, through Kahn, pierced into the real universe, distorting the very fabric of space.

In an instant, the ship's cabin merged with the desert flowing with red sand and blood; the ceiling seemed to disappear, transforming into a gloomy, scarlet cloud pressing down on everyone's heads.
The figure clad in ferocious armor, seated on a brass throne, with blood constantly flowing from his legs, appeared and disappeared among the clouds.

"Blood God." Ryan gritted his teeth, staring at the ferocious figure in the sky, and gripped his sword of loyalty tightly.

But drowsiness was creeping into his head; he shouldn't have woken up at this moment in the first place, but Zhou Yun had forcibly awakened him with bacteria.
The bacteria could only wake someone from a long sleep for an hour, by which time the drowsiness would gradually return, and the bacteria would try to drag Ryan back into a long sleep.

Kahn's expression was relatively calm. He stood at the junction of the red sand and the metal cabin floor, looking up at the blood-soaked people he had once served.

"Blood God!!!" Kahn roared, raising his head in response to the Blood God's call.

The God of Blood laughed wildly.

Eighty-eight million battle cries resounded from all directions, their sound directly targeting Kahn's head.

+You have taken the head you desired!+
You have completed your revenge!
+Kahn! Kahn! Kahn! +
You are complete! You are whole!
But you still owe me a head.
These voices rang in Kahn's ears, becoming shackles that constantly awakened his anger.

This is the price the Blood God paid for freeing Kahn and allowing him to seek revenge.

Kahn promised to cut off the head of a Primarch for the Blood God.

This was actually Blood God's original goal.

He had attempted to corrupt many Primarchs, including Saint Gilles, Dorne, Ruth, Chaktai Khan, and even Guilliman.
But he failed in all of them; his only gain during the great rebellion was Angron.

So the Blood God began to ponder: if corruption failed, why couldn't he create a Primarch of his own?

The fire needed to create a Primarch has burned out, but he can reuse the fire within other Primarchs.
He only needs to create a new body, kill a Primarch, and stuff its fire into that body to obtain a new Primarch.
But this is extremely difficult. How easy is it to create a body that can contain the power of the Primarch? And to seize the fire within the Primarch is even more difficult.
But the Blood God still found a way, a power strong enough to capture the Primarch's fire.
This power is rage—the boundless rage of all beings over the Great Rebellion. This rage has been building up for ten thousand years, churning and surging endlessly in the Warp Ocean, without weakening in the slightest.
Eribus was one of the main culprits of the Great Rebellion, and the most hated person in the rebellion. Much of this boundless anger was directly directed at Eribus.
Erebus was the specific target of that anger. This is why he agreed to Kahn's request, allowing Kahn to seek revenge and kill Erebus.
Because Kahn's murderous intent and anger towards Eribas were so full and intense,
Kahn's rage represents the rage of all beings against the Great Rebellion. Kahn can become the embodiment of this rage, killing Erebus to satisfy the fury that resides in the Warp.
The Blood God could use this to forge his rage into a tool for seizing the Primitive Flame, and Cain was the vessel for this tool.

Thus, under the Blood God's design, the process of Kahn killing Erebas became a ritual. Erebas and Kahn's hatred for Erebas were the sacrifices, allowing Kahn to absorb the maximum power of that rage and grow to perfection.

He nurtured not only Kahn, but also Raum within Kahn, that greedy demon of the dissolving realm.
The Blood God attempted to cultivate him into a hybrid of the realms of ruthless killing and ravenous dissolution, so that he could help Cain devour the original's body and fire.
Of course, even so, Kahn and Raum would not last long before they died. Such a rigid fusion could not possibly be stable, and the Blood God did not expect Kahn and Raum to last. But as long as the Blood God could elevate them to demonic status before they died, wouldn't that be enough?
In this way, he could use Kahn as a lever to draw a Primarch's fire into his own domain, creating a new Primarch that would be incomparably powerful, a fusion of the wrath of all beings for the Great Rebellion, Kahn, Raum, His own will, and the essence of the Primarch.

And now, the opportunity is right in front of us.

The Blood God could sense Ryan El-Johnson's weakness, the inner turmoil and vulnerability arising from killing Luther, and the fact that Ryan was gradually falling back into a deep slumber.
With the blessing of the Blood God, Kahn has the opportunity to complete this challenge and kill Ryan El Johnson.

Kill him, Kahn!
+Cut off his head+
Kill him! Kill him!
The Blood God's voice echoed in Kahn's ears, urging him to wave the Blood Spear in his hand at Ryan El-Johnson.
It wasn't just Kahn; the boundless anger of the masses over the Great Rebellion was also directed at Ryan.

Kahn vaguely saw some images—the memories and rage of the fallen angels closest to him.
A dark angel from Terra saw his genetic father for the first time from afar; it was on Caliban, where Llane was slaughtering his brothers.

A recruit trained on Caliban under Ryan's orders donned power armor for the first time, but only to fight his own father. They were both killed instantly by Ryan.

And the anger of those planets destroyed by Ryan, the innocent victims of orbital bombardment, and the warriors marginalized by Ryan—all converged and surged towards Cain, urging him to swing his axe at Ryan and challenge him.
This anger, along with the anger of the Blood God, surged into Kahn's mind, almost overwhelming him.

Kill them, my chosen one!
The Blood God whispered softly, as if he could already foresee his victory.
But at that moment, Raum, inside Kahn's body, wriggled with his broken form, and a fierce imperial psionic flame erupted from his body, burning towards the anger and the will of the Blood God, leaving blank spaces and protecting Kahn's will for a short time.

The Blood God's expression froze for a moment, then he realized what had happened.
Raum, Raum cheated him.
Raum is no longer entirely the demon of the Greedy Dissolution Domain; other things have been mixed into him, and his anger is not merely unintentional killing.
He is the demon of the eroding and dissolving realm, the demon of the Dark King, the Emperor's hidden pawn!
He was a trap left by the emperor for the Blood God from the very beginning.

He can channel the Emperor's power into Kahn's body!
"Emperor!!!!!" The Blood God's roar resounded throughout the entire subspace. Boundless rage stirred up a surging tide of blood, and countless people in the galaxy were filled with anger, beginning to frantically destroy everything around them.

On the golden throne, a slight smile played on the lips of the desiccated corpse, which had begun to grow some flesh again.
The anger over the Great Rebellion stemmed from humanity, a constant burden weighing on the Emperor, relentlessly urging him to destroy everything and complete his great revenge.
Now that Eribas has been killed as part of the Blood God's plan, much of his anger and hatred has been released, and his condition has improved considerably in an instant.

Whether the Blood God benefited from his plan is unknown, but the Emperor certainly gained immensely from it.

Blood God is truly an honest and kind person.

The emperor couldn't help but sigh.

The Blood God realized with rage that his plan was on the verge of failure.

The Emperor did almost nothing, merely concealing Raum's identity as the demon who eroded and destroyed the realm, yet he easily thwarted the Blood God's plan and reaped enormous benefits from it.

The Blood God, however, may suffer enormous losses.
The worst-case scenario is that the Imperial power brought by Raum would cleanse Kahn and snatch him, the chosen one, from the hands of the Blood God. Of course, this is almost impossible, because Kahn has been corrupted by the Blood God for a full ten thousand years; he's long been thoroughly corrupted. Even the Emperor would find it nearly impossible to take Kahn to his side.

But with the raging imperial flames burning within him, Raum could at least guarantee the complete annihilation of Kahn, ensuring that the Blood God wouldn't even be able to salvage a single trace.
The Blood God's eyes widened in horror as he slightly reached out and grasped the greatsword of brass beside the throne.

Such immense loss and humiliation made him desperately want to vent his anger on the real universe.
However, the scar on his thigh still restricts the Blood God, leaving him in an incomplete state. In this condition, he is almost unable to break through the Emperor's blockade and cause real damage to the real universe. Unless he accepts the wound, accepts his destiny of eternally sitting on the brass throne, and recognizes that the wound and disability are also inevitable results of war, he can become whole again.

The Blood God's expression was grim, brimming with rage. He growled as he questioned Kahn:

"Kahn, is this your choice?"

I don't hate betrayal! But I hate cowards!

"You'd rather die completely than accept the challenge?!"

Kahn responded to the Blood God's question with a cold silence. He stared at the Blood God for about eight seconds before slowly speaking:
"No, God of Blood, our lord, I do not refuse the challenge."

As he finished speaking, Kahn slowly raised the axe in his hand, pointing it at the Blood God's head:

"I accept the challenge, and I will offer you the head of a Primarch."

"But it's not Ryan Aljonsen's, nor Guilliman's or Saint Gilles's."

"I challenge you and my father."

"I will cut off Angron's head."

"Lord of Blood, are you willing to accept my challenge?!"

(2-in-1)

(End of this chapter)