This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 346 The Blood God Begins to Think

Life withers amidst the smoke of battle, and hatred and bloodshed bring news of the battlefield.

boom! boom! boom!
The scorched earth trembled, creating craters one after another. Dust clouds billowing with black smoke were torn apart by the speeding figures, forcing the bloodthirsty monsters to dodge and evade, all their attention focused on the air.

Karna's presence is never concealed; his fiery figure is like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

It was dazzlingly bright, without the slightest trace of concealment.

Being able to see something doesn't necessarily mean you can escape it.

Instincts were screaming alarms, and the bloodthirsty freaks abruptly turned their heads, their gazes piercing the dim western sky.

Even though this arena, where the Blood God and the Angels clashed, was filled with smoke and clouds due to the gunfire and the battles between individuals who were like gods, obscuring the view, the dazzling light still pierced through the chaos and was clearly visible.

He suddenly appeared behind the formation, his knees and elbows slightly bent, his spear poised to strike.

The psionic energy propelled his lithe body forward at incredible speed, covering dozens of meters in the blink of an eye. Just as the Bloodthirsty Berserker bent his legs to dodge, Karna spread his legs like a hurdle jumper and stomped his toes on the ground.

boom!
The already alarming speed suddenly increased dramatically.

The spearhead shot out straight through.

Without complicated moves, extreme speed itself is the ultimate killing technique. The bloodthirsty berserker's instinct to dodge had barely reached his feet when the Crimson Spear was already in front of him.

In martial arts, speed is the ultimate weapon. It only had time to press down its greatsword before the spear tip pierced its abdomen, before sparks could even fly.

The madman's body was flung into the air, pinned to the spear, and stretched across the battlefield. The scenery on both sides receded wildly in the crimson vision, and the sound never reached his ears until his body was burned to ashes by the flames.

hmm~
Seeing Karna still standing steadily outside the rift, maintaining his provocative posture after killing the Bloodthirsty Berserker, Ramses nodded in satisfaction and then turned his attention more to Romulus.

As for Arthur, we don't need to pay too much attention to him.

Of course, it wasn't that he was superstitious about how powerful Arthur was.

The main thing is that Arthur will say something if he can't win.

His involvement with Romulus, his research into subspace alongside him, and his own thorough understanding of the galaxy's formation all contributed to his sound judgment, enabling Arthur to make relatively accurate assessments.

And it wasn't that Ramses looked down on Slaanesh—

With that group of addicts who would die if they stopped taking their drugs, and with Forgrim's character, I'm not being arrogant, but with a team like that, do you think you can fight the Dark Angels?
Thinking of this, Ramses still glanced at Arthur.

The prince was still being relentlessly attacked by the dark angels at the entrance to the rift.

'Yes, Master Ya is as worry-free as ever.'

Ramses nodded in satisfaction after observing the current situation.

Compared to Karna, who loves to show off and whose strength is uncertain in a real fight due to the idealistic nature of the warp; or Romulus, who is so busy that he needs his companions to fill in many details.

Master Ya's data is very accurate and authoritative.

The panel is exactly what it says, without any embellishment.

boom!
The hand encased in iron armor smashed the armrest, and as he watched yet another subordinate be killed in a single exchange, hatred and rage erupted from the Blood God's eyes within the Blood Demon Realm.

In Kadia, the highly anticipated surface battle came to a standstill as the enemy commander launched a thoughtless charge, and the impending end of the war enraged the Blood God who was watching over the land.

The war itself satisfied the God of Blood; the pure hatred poured out by both the loyal and the betraying, and the hot blood spilled, all pleased Him.

However, since the start of the war, neither the bloodthirsty madman, the champion of Khorne, nor even the lowly mortal soldiers have been able to offer Him a skull worthy of collection.

All of this was taken away by the Seraphim who embraced his own power.

His soul, skull, and even the war masterpieces he had personally sculpted were all taken away by the enemy.

The Blood God was consumed by rage.

But they could only stop at anger. They couldn't enter the physical universe, and the warp was vast and boundless. They couldn't even catch Vashtor, let alone Karna, who had shared in the Emperor's countless faiths.

As Karna slaughtered the bloodthirsty demons like a hawk hunting its young, the Blood God spewed out streams of scorching steam from his nostrils.

It's simply unbearable to look at.

Ultimately, they were nothing more than inferior demons. Even if they were bloated with warp power, they would be like air-filled sacks, unable to do anything except be punctured by a spear.

"Blood God! Let me go!"

Kabanha's roar shook the void. This bloodthirsty madman, who had fought the Holy Blood Angels for countless ages, broke away from the ranks, his eyes burning with a thirst for battle.

die?

It never considered such a trivial matter.

Beside the Skull Throne, eight of the most powerful bloodthirsty demons under the command of the Blood God stood as still as statues.

These war messengers, who normally harbor hatred for each other, now stand in orderly rows on the wasteland paved with skulls, awaiting the command of the gods.

Here, any cowardice will be met with the Blood God's most intense wrath.

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Faced with Kabanha's request for instructions, the Blood God remained unusually silent.

His subordinates, these great demons, weren't worried about their own lives; he was.

wow~
The pile of skulls suddenly collapsed and slid down.

Blood God raised his gaze and slowly swept it over the eight ultimate warriors.

They are completely different from the consumables of those eternal wars, and certainly not the inferior goods that Karna is slaughtering like chickens at this moment.

In endless battles, these eight great demons have honed their unique war qualities, becoming the gods' most precious spoils and an inseparable part of their divinity.

Even for a being as abhorrent as Skabrand, the chief archdeacon who dared to ambush a god and then cower in shame, the Blood God merely banished him rather than utterly destroyed him.

Apart from the Emperor, the Four Gods would not consider completely eliminating the precious Great Demon under the opponent's command.

But the four who are fighting for humanity in the real universe are the ones who can truly annihilate the demon's true form. They never follow the unspoken rules of the warp, and they disdain maintaining the subtle tacit understanding between gods.

Imagine a group of players casually tossing figurines into a sandbox to manipulate and play with them, only to suddenly be confronted by four thugs who will smash, steal, melt down, and recreate the figurines. Anyone facing such a situation would have to think carefully.

Damn it, they sent one up and four more came.

Thinking of this, the Blood God was very displeased.

After a long conflict that had garnered significant attention from the Blood God, who had acquired the vast majority of information through the war, the Blood God gradually discarded the filters that Tzeentch had used to deceive Him and began to take these opponents seriously.

Although the Blood God did indeed desire the Angel—whose Warp entity was highly compatible with Him—He believed that if he could seize Karna and gain the worship of humanity, his position in the Warp would completely overshadow the other three gods.

But He really doesn't want his warriors to go into battle, at least not now.

Yes, He likes to go all in, because the endless wars in the universe have made Him powerful. Even if you are righteous and angry, and kill for the Emperor, the anger and blood still belong to the Blood God. Every time He touches the real universe, it is to create anger and killing. You can't kill Him with anger and killing.

'The Blood God never cares where the blood comes from.' This empire has always suited the Blood God's tastes, and He has gained far more than He has given.

If betting on a demon like Kabanha could defeat Karna and bring him back, the Blood God would certainly not hesitate to seize such an opportunity.

But at this moment——

On the land of Cadia, the Seraphim, who transcend the vast majority of chess pieces by relying on the power of faith, have already proven their strength, forcing even the gods to reconsider their place in their hearts.

Is this a pawn whose fate is manipulated at will, or a newly born player?
Can the likes of Kabanha, Angelus, and Skabrand really defeat Karna by relying on the warp tides hovering over Cardia?
For once, Blood God began to think about his opponent, no longer influenced by so-called filters.

(End of this chapter)