This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 571 My son, this is my last ripple, so catch it carefully!

Blood rain poured down on the floating reefs in the subspace, soaking the cliffs and washing the snow and black rocks, which were shrouded in ice and lightning, into a dark red.

The rain of blood foreshadows a bloody war.

Lemanrus's eye was constantly oozing foul-smelling, poisonous blood as he was engulfed in the almost endless fighting, shouting, and utter chaos.

To him, the whole world seemed to be bleeding profusely.

Blood rained down as Khorne's minions carried out their master's will, throwing themselves into indiscriminate battles with fanaticism and tireless abandon.

The low-hanging sky enveloped the battlefield, as if draping everything in it in a shroud. The light there was yellowish-brown, like a moldy sunset hanging on a giant tree.

The fluorescent blue storm roared, causing the green, rotting corpses to spin. The swollen carcasses fermented and putridly, filling the air with an unpleasant odor.

The battle will not end.

Its clamor, the roar of metal clashing and the continuous sounds of impact even masked the violent spiritual elements of the warp.

Whenever Lemanrus thought the pressure was about to ease and one wave of demonic attacks was about to be defeated, his madness only intensified.

In just a brief glance, the demons' attack came like a tidal wave, and he had lost count of how many waves they had launched.

And there is no sign of it weakening at all.

Despite repeated and escalating offensives, their strength has never been diminished, their numbers have never been reduced, and their stamina has never been exhausted. The demons' struggles, detached from their material foundations, are so frenzied.

The struggle between the gods manifested itself most directly in the form of cruel death.

This was a chaotic catastrophe.

Lemanrus felt his eyes were blinded by blood, and a loud voice urged him to frantically hack at anything that came near him, that is, everything around him every second.

Looking back, Prospero's wave of attacks was the most intense and brutal battle he had ever experienced.

Compared to now, it's nothing but a drop in the ocean.

This is the legendary war of the giants, a battle of savage gods. Skill and courage are useless here; only pure catharsis can bring victory.

He could see that the Khorne demon's sword was full of nicks and looked like a saw. The silks and satins on the Slaanesh demon's body were already torn and looked like the unattractive and shameless attire of a group of lowly entertainers.

They were all fighting and scrambling for the prize that had not yet been grasped by them, all for the sake of their master's will.

Boom!!!

Leman Russ.

This decisive and ferocious Primarch can instill a deep-seated fear in almost any enemy.

The spiritual energy was like the creation of the world; violent lightning and hurricanes ravaged everything, and extreme cold appeared simultaneously, bringing all things to a near standstill.

When Lemanrus angered his opponent and, taking advantage of Magnus's eagerness for revenge, successfully sheltered his flagship and its inhabitants behind a surge of ice and lightning, transforming into a blood-stained giant and charging into the warp with the Crimson King, this was the scene that greeted him.

The wolf king, who was planning to lead his wolf guards in a desperate attack, was taken aback.

He stared in astonishment at the scene before him, at the enemies who, who should have been ready to die for him, were now locked in a chaotic battle.

how to say?

Although it's outrageous, it seems to make sense?

Isn't this what chaos is supposed to be like?
As Lemanrus, inevitably hunched over by the poison, stood there supported by the Spear of Dionysus, his weakness becoming increasingly apparent as he retreated in his battle against Magnus, revealing his growing frailty, the imminent threat to his life truly receded.
It's as if that threat has always been on the horizon, from the future to the present.

He watched as a bloodthirsty demon roared excitedly at his appearance, only to be pulled down by the Keeper of Secrets, who had been lured there by the Demon Lord of Myriad Changes through a clever trick. Together they rolled into a poisonous swamp that a Great Impure One had just created.

Zzz~
A tiny splatter of toxin landed on the shoe, sending up wisps of smoke, which were then dispelled by the four-colored toxins emanating from the body. Looking at the four demon gods entangled in the poisonous swamp so close at hand, Lemanrus turned his head away—

It was like a cage, binding him to the ground.

The same reason.

As long as he doesn't cross the line, these demons seem to ignore him.

Apart from the one in front of me.

Lemanrus simply watched Magnus quietly.

I suddenly felt like laughing.

In an instant, he thought of what Magnus relied on to retaliate against him, and the little tricks the Crimson King had played.

Since Nurgle's power was unreliable, he planned to bring in Tzeentch to counter him. However, Tzeentch was an unreliable boss, so he decided to add Khorne and Slaanesh to annoy him as well, thinking that all the gods would follow his lead.

Whenever I feel you've made some progress, you start using your clever little brain.

"hehe."

The wolf king revealed a mocking smile.

He laughed when he felt like it.

What are you laughing at?!

The Crimson King questioned loudly.

Even though he was delirious from the pain, Lemanrus keenly noticed that the Crimson King's skin seemed to have become even more rosy.

"Didn't you already know that?"

Ruth burst into laughter.

He thought he was going to die this time.

I thought you'd finally managed to get things sorted out, but now you're really planning to send me all away at once.

So you tell me you hired four chefs, and now they're standing in front of me, starting their own performances?

Come here, little horse.

Let me see your next performance.

"I--"

Magnus shouted, "A hand of cards that turns out to be out of your hands is something no one can resist!"

The Primarch's blush speaks louder than a thousand words.

"It seems I overestimated you."

Lemanrus interrupted him with a smug smile.

"Everyone, whether it be the Chaos God, the All Father, or some other being, is waiting for you to find me."

One of his eyes was bleeding, while his other blue eye, clouded by the spread of the toxin, gleamed with shrewdness.

While using verbal attacks to buy time, this wolf cub also made sure to conserve every bit of strength it had.

A wolf can be both fierce and cautious in battle. Once injured, it is tantamount to a death sentence for an animal. In normal times, Lemanrus fights like a wild animal, but he can also ensure that he advances and retreats with restraint when necessary.

"And you are the most insignificant one; the gods don't care about what you want."

No god cared about Magnus's plea; his pathetic thirst for revenge and ridiculous desire for retribution were merely a springboard for the gods to acquire another treasure.

As for the outcome?

Click!

A bloodthirsty berserker, covered in blood, had one of its hooves pierced by an elegant longsword with fine barbs, before, in a fit of boundless rage, it severed the head of the Keeper of Secrets.

puff!

The great unclean being, its entire body pitch black, had its skin, which had always been favored by the benevolent father, now charred. Then, the ever-changing demon lord, with a wicked grin, threw it into yet another burning labyrinth.

Let's wait until they've played their cards.

Now is not the past; the gods share the same desire to subdue the emperor.

Khorne is very willing.

Since the appearance of the Dawn Wings, there have been one grand spectacle after another. What's the problem if they can't corrupt people? The real issue is the fighting.

As long as war exists in this galaxy, as long as hatred exists in this world, even if that hatred gradually evolves into a sharp conflict between the material universe and the Supreme Heaven, the Blood God can draw power from it and enjoy it.

When a human being comes to understand the true nature of the world and begins to know why they are fighting, they fight with heartfelt hatred to defend their own life, and the power they unleash is far more captivating than that of those who commit murder.

Few people in the past were able to recognize this, because for them, simply being alive was a problem. But the Wings of Dawn taught them how to live, and they gained the ability to think about who they should hate.

This is precisely what the Blood God is most fascinated by.

That hatred for demons, that blood shed in wars between good and evil, was infinitely purer than the false red angels under His command.

Jianqi was only half-heartedly complying.

While the existence of the Wings of Dawn anchors the present, it also means that the future is completely unknown. Any predictive means can only predict the course of events through data calculations, as the future has been completely submerged in a fog.

The master of all changes experiences both pain and pleasure.

As for the remaining two?

One is still engrossed in role-playing, unwilling to shed the mask of kindness and reveal the true nature of evil.

One is facing a direct offensive from the Comoros and is having a headache, but because the Primarch is not revealed and the temptation is not strong enough, he always gets lost at the crossroads of life, yet he chooses to interfere here.

They were either conflicted or weak.
They are now defeated on the chessboard.

Their opinions are not important.

Your opinion is even less important.

So why did we fail back then when faced with such a rabble?

Lemanrus lowered his eyes, recalling himself before Prospero, and when he boarded the Soul of Vengeance, a trace of melancholy appeared in his eyes.

Upon seeing the chaotic state of things, the savage-looking wolf king pondered many things.

"so what!"

Magnus exclaimed excitedly, "Even without the help of the gods, I can still kill you!"

The psionic lightning struck the giant wolf's chest and abdomen, creating an explosion that resembled the collision of planets.

He learned his lesson after the battle ten thousand years ago.

Although the Wolf King secretly practiced psionic skills and he secretly practiced melee combat, it's still best to avoid close combat unless absolutely necessary.

We need to remain stable.

In any case, Lemanrus is now fighting like a trapped beast. As the four gods fight, they also form a natural encirclement, just like the methods used to imprison his other brothers. All he needs to do is inflict heavy damage.

Surely no one could possibly break open such a heavy prison door on the spot?
Even emperors couldn't do that.

Unless it is detonated internally.

The question is, who is so precise as to be able to pinpoint the core location under such chaotic conditions?
If he were truly that capable, wouldn't he have found Lemanrus long ago? Why would he have waited for him to create this opportunity?
"Pray."

Ignoring the nerve pain radiating from his lower back, the one-eyed Crimson King flew into a rage.

"Pray that your father, who has long since become a god, will save you!"

Magnus unleashed a fiery vortex that struck Russ in the chest. The frozen armor shattered with a deafening roar like a planet colliding, and fragments pierced the wolf king's heart.

In response, Ruth summoned a blizzard to break Magnus's hand, the sound of bones shattering exploding in the warp.

Magnus's expression grew increasingly furious. A blade made of pure thought appeared out of thin air from his other arm and was then launched, piercing through a crack in Russ's armor and deeply into his chest.

The blade pierced through Russ's back, and Leman Russ let out a deafening howl of pain, while the black and white wolves beside him howled in response to their master.

The two wolf-like behemoths that had accompanied Russ ten thousand years ago and participated in the Burning of Prospero pounced on Magnus, biting his knees tightly with their jaws, interfering with the Crimson King's next move.

Magnus punched the black wolf on the head, and it let out a muffled wail before fading away.

The white wolf arrived in quick succession and bit into the already bleeding wound once more.

Magnus roared and with a thought to rip the white wolf off his leg and throw it far into the blizzard that had gathered behind Russ.

A violent shockwave erupted, causing even Ruth's face to tremble.

"god?"

Lemanrus smiled and didn't argue with Magnus about it.

He mustered his spirit to cope, and the harsh winter of Fenris taught him how to indirectly utilize these powers, while the teachings of the Imperial Chancellor, Macado, made him understand the true nature of these powers.

Even though he was heavily poisoned, if the gods could not work together, Magnus alone would have to put in a lot of effort to take him down in his current state.

He now only hopes that his father, ten thousand years from now, will be more reliable and won't be assimilated by chaos.

After such a vivid experience of the Chaos faction's makeshift operations, Ruth only hoped that the boomerang wouldn't hit him on the head.

hum-

It was as if responding to Lemanrus's call.

Before the Wolf King had exhausted all his strength, as he once again withstood the attack of the enraged Crimson King, a glimmer of light appeared on the horizon.

Leman Russ looked over instinctively.

The prayer was answered.

With his ears perked up, Lemanrus immediately thought of a way to hard-control the opponent.

Magnus.

He dodged a psionic lightning bolt rather awkwardly, and despite his illness, he kindly gave a warning.

"Look behind you."

After saying that, he turned around and ran into the depths of the encirclement without hesitation, without the slightest thought of courting death.

"What are you looking at—"

The Crimson King remained silent, completely unconcerned about this attempt to distract him.

"Barbarians."

Seeing the Wolf King's utterly dishonorable behavior, fleeing in panic as the battle turned against him, Magnus scoffed.

As he gripped his next deadly spell, preparing to unleash it on what appeared to be an open back, he discovered that his own body had become transparent.

This is--

Magnus looked at his palm, where the veins were clearly visible under the golden light.

This is light.

The Crimson King was so certain.

This is light that penetrates completely from the inside out, from one end of the individual to the other.

At that moment, Magnus saw the light.

boom!!!
At a moment when no living being could react.

A natural disaster struck.

An explosion so powerful it defied description, even a supernova, unleashed a unique golden light that began to devour everything around it.

Dimensions began to collapse. The tangled demons were instantly reduced to two-dimensional images under the pressure of the light, then scorched into flying ashes in the violent light. They then reformed into three-dimensional matter, swirling with charred remains, which, along with the newly unfolded reefs, crashed into everything around them.
It was as if the heavens and earth were being destroyed, washed away into equally shattered fragments in the bursting light.

The battle between the four gods paused for a moment, all looking at the core of the explosion with puzzlement.

As the point where all that brilliance burst forth, Magnus watched as the surging psionic energy rushed towards and ultimately coalesced into a single sentence.

My son, someone wants to kill you.

!!!

In that instant.

The Crimson King's mind and body were stretched to their limits.

Tick.

Sweat streamed down the original body's chiseled cheeks.

Cold sweat poured down his face.

(End of this chapter)