This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 345 I mean, you will all
Their eyes met briefly and then paused for a moment.

This is an arena where gods fight, and the landscape is transformed by their battles alone. An Astartes, who is unattainable in the eyes of mortals, appears so insignificant at this moment.

In this region, heavily influenced by the warp, where lava and flames spread along the surface veins, there was only a momentary pause before three more bloodthirsty berserkers roared out of the fissures, attacking from the sky and from both sides.

However, the longsword and axe blade only struck the afterimage.

One of the great demons let out an angry growl and hurled a short spear bound with chains, but both swift throws missed their mark.

It suddenly pulled back its weapon, but at the same instant, a blinding white light flashed like lightning.

Its demonic body instantly disintegrated, leaving only its pair of hideous arms, tightly gripping the chains, still suspended in mid-air.

retreat!

The other demon's pupils shrank as it watched in disbelief as the burning figure raised its right foot the instant it had slain its enemy.

boom!
The earth beneath his feet collapsed with a deafening roar, and a ring of air, carrying debris and flames, swept in like a tidal wave.

Karna descended with unstoppable force, and the flames that constantly enveloped him combined to create a storm on the spot.

His feet immediately lost their footing, and the storm scattered him in all directions. When it swept over his body, it burned the demon wings made of flesh and blood until only bare bones remained. The battle-hardened, bloodthirsty demon plunged his weapon into the ground, but he still could not stand steadily.

The next moment, the figure hurtled through the air like a meteor.

The bloodthirsty demon looked up and saw the face that countless beings longed for.

There was no trace of a smile on his face anymore; his burning rage pierced through the billowing smoke and dust, striking straight to the soul.

This is a perfect combination of skill and power. His ability to fly gives him the advantage of attacking from multiple angles. Brilliant trajectories intertwine in the air, sparks fly from the collision of weapons, and the bombardment forces the great demon that has been draining his companions' power to retreat continuously.

But after moving just a few steps, the bloodthirsty berserker, who was on full defensive, felt a chill in his lower body.

My gaze shifted downwards, and I saw that my lower body was already some distance away from me.

How could this be?
The relentless onslaught, so powerful that it was difficult to withstand, had already numbed its senses. Just as the bloodthirsty monster was still wondering when it had been hit, a sudden flash of intense fire appeared.

The viscous, blood-red air was scorched, leaving a jet-black trail. The Great Demon's consciousness, along with its very existence, disintegrated and annihilated in an instant.

call--

Kosolax witnessed the entire process.

He saw a pure white halo blooming not far away.

It was a miracle when Karna's flames were swept in by the wind pressure, and the scorching air stung your cheeks.

Kosolax moves forward.

At that time, he truly believed that liberation had abandoned them.

But at this moment, the seraph spread its wings, shining like stars.

Kosorax watched as the Seraph easily slew the Bloodthirsty Berserker. Although it happened just a moment ago, it felt as if countless hours had passed, making him want to savor the moment.

At that moment, the archangel utterly destroyed the Blood God's minions before his very eyes, leaving no trace.

Kosolax believed that even if he lived another ten thousand years, he would not see anything greater.

The simpler it is, the greater it is.

This is not a display of military might, such as relying on an individual to fight against a magnificent Titan machine, or a single person breaking through the atmosphere.

Faced with steel and iron, blood and fire, the immense pressure that the universe bestows upon all living things, most things cannot stand firm, not even Titans, nor warships thousands of times larger.

The four gods are high above, mocking all living beings, and even death is not the end.

Hope seemed to have vanished, and the struggle had been utterly crushed.

Yet, just when both the fallen and the rebels had resigned themselves to the loss of hope, he descended; just when everyone thought liberation was lost, he soared through the skies like an eagle. Noble and undaunted by destruction, standing tall on the battlefield, he could crush anything that dared to question his existence and power in the most absolute way!

He demonstrated his spirit and strength in the purest way.

He trampled the great demon under his feet. Even as ferocious as an extension of the Blood God, the bloodthirsty demon showed a hint of fear in the face of impending annihilation.

Those creatures killed by the Holy Blood Angels, the Black Sanctuary, the Executioners, and countless mortals, and not under the Blood God's watchful eye, were utterly annihilated beneath the burning wings the instant they entered the subspace.

I can do it! I can lead you to do it!

A single figure stood there, and his mere presence was enough to unite people in resistance against darkness.

Their hearts will soar with him, their weary spirits will be invigorated, and their bodies will once again radiate strength.

"I am Kosolax."

The moment it broke through the Holy Blood Angels' lines, the battered World Eater finally reached the Seraph's side.

“'Oathbreaker,' 'Butcher,' 'Warrior.'”

The howling wind tore at his skin, and his body inside the armor was nearly in shock, let alone able to launch an attack, but the World Eater still took a step forward, accelerating his already sluggish movements once again.

His body gradually melted away in the flames, but his gaze remained fixed on the blazing angel.

"I--"

boom!
The sudden impact of the gun butt pierced the skull of the last bloodthirsty berserker, the internal stress instantly shattering the head. Karna swung his arm, and the headless corpse fell to the ground like a rag doll. He raised his eyes, meeting Kosorax's gaze.

This was the second time they made eye contact.

He watched the mad hound burn in the flames, saw its body gradually melt inside its armor, and finally fall dead on the way to its charge.

Yes, I've got it.

Karna will remember this person.

Your name will be etched in history. Humanity will remember the pain inflicted by this Chaos warlord, will remember the corrupting course of the World Eater Legion, and will know how a legion born to protect humanity was corrupted and degenerated under layers of malice.

The world will remember how countless compatriots were turned into monsters in the chaos and distortion.

People will remember you, but they will never forgive you.

This hatred will be remembered for generations to come.

Then transform that hatred into strength.

"Then you will die."

Dang rang~
The raised battle axe slipped from his charred hand and tumbled down to the seraph's feet due to inertia.

The figure engulfed by flames crashed to the ground, gradually merging with the burning earth.

Khorne's roar still echoed in the sky.

Karna withdrew his gaze, looking at the rift before him, and once again faced the endless tide of demons.

When his gaze swept across the battlefield and met every pair of scarlet eyes, even the noblest demon couldn't help but shrink back under his gaze.

"I mean, you all will."

　P.S.: Something came up and I have to drive to the city. I'll post this chapter now, but I won't have time to write more later. Sorry, I'll make up for it later.

　　Waaah, I'm so sorry everyone.

　　
　
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