This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 87 Khorne: Damn it, how can I get the action figure with these insects!
Pitch black, an endless dark world.

Apart from the faint light in the crack behind him, there was nothing else in this world.

Phew!

The black sword slashed down, pink fluorescent blood splattered, and a Slaanesh demon fell down wailing.

Then, before he could take a step, the support of the Goddess of Vengeance and the Blood Rose arrived from the crack behind him.

Arthur tilted his head.

However, before they could reply, a puff of crimson smoke blew towards them.

The mist filled with endless joy enveloped everyone, and just a moment of contact created countless illusions before their eyes.

It contains their desires, a world that belongs entirely to them, a world that can realize their ideals.

It is enough to engulf the toughest warrior, because it is so real that it is impossible to tell whether it is fantasy or reality.

clang!
Arthur struck the ground with his sword, hoping to wake them.

Everyone woke up in shock.

"grown ups!"

The soldiers who realized what had happened all looked ashamed.

They were distracted.

Under the influence of chaos.

"Guard the gate."

Arthur turned his head, then stepped forward.

Arthur let the endless crimson mist pass by and stared at the monster in front of him, posing coquettishly in the smoke.

Hoo, hoo--

The knight's pace became faster and faster, until he left a trail of afterimages in the dark area, and then he slashed forward with his black sword.

The Secret Keeper was stunned.

Apparently, his all-conquering hallucinations didn't seem to work.

You know, his smoke once bewitched a regiment of nearly 500 Space Marines in the Eye of Terror, causing them to fall into the arms of the Lord of Pleasure.

"hehe."

He chuckled, then retreated with graceful steps, avoiding the sword's coverage, and then floated closer.

"Honey, what are you doing?"

The seductive music lingers in the ears, like the most gentle licking of a lover, making people want to indulge in it.

Clang!
Without any reservation, the black knight approached and swung his sword. The black blade collided with the thin blade of the rapier, and sparks of equal strength flew out.

The Secret Keeper now had time to look at the Black Knight's face.

Indifference, pure indifference.

hiss~
The Secret Keeper drooled.

He moved closer.

The knight swung his sword.

He nimbly dodged to the side, using the silk to conceal his figure, and then thrust out his rapier.

One advance and one retreat, one entanglement and one stab.

It was clearly a fight between life and death, yet it was as graceful as a dance.

hiss~
Not only the Keeper of Secrets, but even Slaanesh was drooling.

Unlike the Secret Keeper, who is a chess piece, the Lord of Pleasure, who overlooks the chessboard, sees more clearly.

Not affected, not affected at all.

From the moment they made contact, the knight showed no emotion other than the cold desire to kill the enemy before him.

This kind of existence, huh, where on earth did the cursed find this kind of existence? It is obvious that its thinking is that of a normal human being, it can laugh, get angry, and feel sad and indignant.

But how could he be so restrained?
It is so restrained and isolated that it seems as if you are in another world far away from the earth, without any illusions about this galaxy.

He was so restrained that it made people want to see what his world looked like and what he was thinking. He—

What will it be like after the fall?

The Lord of Pleasure wanted to bless the great demon that she had managed to stuff in with great difficulty, but the hem of her skirt was soon burned by the foul acid cloud that attacked.

"Nurgle!"

He screamed and threw the broken mirror at the Lord of Corruption.

This robber who didn't know how to love children stole his Elsa, and now he wants to compete for the collection he has set his eyes on?
"Hahaha."

Nurgle, not to be outdone, threw his strength into the rift with a gentle and cheerful smile.

He also really likes the knight's unconditional trust in his companions!
And in the stage created by the agile elves and the cold knight, a fat figure squeezed in.

The Secret Keeper quickly moved away to prevent those filthy maggots from contaminating his body. The Knight did not retreat a single step, and used his shield to deflect the Great Unclean One's slashing sword. An invisible barrier isolated the filth surging from the Great Unclean One's fat belly, and the Knight swung his sword across.

Phew!

Large pieces of rotten flesh fell down, and the Great Unclean One, who was much taller than the knight, took a few steps back and covered his wound in pain.

"A loving father, a loving father doesn't want his family members to kill each other."

He cried loudly, and maggots and pus flowed out of the corners of his eyes.

I didn't see you holding back at all when you hit me.

Arthur watched the enemy vigilantly. Countless lesser demons avoided the battlefield where they were and rushed towards the portal frantically.

The two great demons stared at the knight.

They knew very well that if they could not deal with this knight, their master's power would no longer be able to penetrate at all.

'Slaanesh, Nurgle.'

He shook off the rotten flesh on the blade, locked his eyes on the Keeper on the side, and saw him stab out the blade.

The rapier was flexible, embodying the unique skills of countless swordsmen, and it drove the black sword to rotate.

"I am skill personified, Meredith."

The swords intertwined and stabbed each other's chests. As the rapiers hit the shield, the Secret Keeper wrapped around him like a mollusk.

He groaned softly, "Of course, my skills are not limited to swordsmanship."

But before he could continue his long-cherished 'entanglement', acid rain falling from the sky broke his plan.

"I am Maku, I am the rain that leads you home at dusk."

The fat body rushed forward and smashed the flail in his hand.

"Come with me, you will be welcome in our home."

Arthur paused and then stepped back.

It is not a good decision to confront the Nurgle demon head-on. Keep a distance and let it bleed. Anyway, those poisonous clouds and thick slurry cannot touch you.

Arthur observed the enemy's characteristics calmly, then frowned.

It’s not that the enemy is too strong, but that they are weaker than expected.

Arthur and Ramses' knowledge is basically synchronized. Although he doesn't know the details, he also knows how the strength of a great demon is divided.

As for the two in front of him, he had no impression of their names, and their fighting power was not exaggerated.

You have to know that in Ramses' simulation, if any of them encountered an opponent of the chief great demon level in the subspace, they would not be able to withstand it unless something unexpected happened, because the physical limit of the material universe is just like that. And now, the two nameless great demons—

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, his belief in victory becoming even stronger at this moment.

It seems we are not yet at the point where the Four Gods would want it at any cost.

Slaanesh, on the other hand, was almost driven mad by the sight of Nurgle pouring countless powers into the rift. Why didn't he want a knight? If he could have squeezed N'kali in, he would have done it long ago!

Slaanesh began to attack Nurgle himself directly.

Not to be outdone, Nurgle unleashed a tide of corruption towards the Prince of Pleasure.

He also took a fancy to this collection. If Slaanesh had not intervened, he would have let his most gentle child, Kugath, take the knight away long ago.

boom--

A crack was added to the armrest of the throne.

The Blood God stared at the battlefield where he was fighting one against two.

He wants it too.

He only paid a little attention to the angel's location, and he lost the initiative in the competition.

"The great god of war, my master."

Under His throne, the chief demon Angras, who had always intended to snatch back a chosen one for the Blood God, had no choice but to withdraw from the rift.

"I failed. I cannot go to that glorious battlefield."

As powerful as he was, Angrath was unable to squeeze in after Slaanesh and Nurgle occupied the ritual passage.

He is too strong.

Now, let alone these chief demons, even a random bloodthirsty demon can't squeeze in.

Slaanesh and Nurgle are frantically filling the battlefield with demonic troops. When these demonic troops die, their power will be integrated into the body of the great demon.

As for ordinary demons, if we stuff a few vampires in there now, they will just be food for the hungry ghosts. I really can't imagine what effect they can have.

"idiot!"

The Blood God pounded the armrests of the throne hard.

Looking at Nurgle and Slaanesh fighting for the battle in front of him, the Blood God felt that they had no right to participate.

If these greedy guys were willing to completely give up the passage and let him send Angras, the knight would be his prey.

But look at Slaanesh and Nurgle, they fought back and forth, but in the end neither of them could gain a decisive advantage when facing the knights, and could only let the battle fall into a stalemate.

No, this is not the solution.

"."

The Blood God noticed the Lord of Change who was also in silence. After the ceremony came to a standstill, the Lord of Change fell into silence, as if this interrupted fight had nothing to do with him.

Then He looked at the chaotic planet.

The interruption of the ritual caused the souls to scatter, and the large rifts could not be opened. They could only rely on the demons to continue hunting those souls. Even the cursed people participated in this activity.

Of course, there are no absolutes.

The barrier of Pierre's reality was already very weak. As long as the gods were willing to make a small sacrifice, even at the cost of those scattered souls, they could project their power into it.

Khorne looked upon Slaanesh and Nurgle, who were already locked in a struggle in the Great Game.

He didn't care and went to open the door himself.

The Blood God took the lead in placing bets.

Picking up a long sword in front of the throne, the Blood God threw it into the real universe.

The blade began to dissolve the moment it pierced reality, but as the soul continued to flow in, the gradually disintegrating sword body began to overflow with body tissue and began to construct the body of a Khorne Daemon.

But this body does not seem to belong to Angras.

The gods kept their eyes on Angras, but they all forgot about the great demon Kabanha who was always chasing the Blood Angels.

"Go ahead, go ahead, the remaining two are mine."

The Blood God gave down his oracle, and then looked with satisfaction at the fallen planet, where the figure of the bloodthirsty demon gradually emerged.

"Oh, great Lord of Blood, it is you who is calling me!"

In the endless wasteland of blood, Kabanha, who was waving an iron whip and tearing off the head of an angel's offspring, let out a surprised howl.

A portal surrounded by blood opened in front of him, and the bloodthirsty demon listened to the orders given by the Blood God.

"Yes, I will seize the Crimson Angel for you, and I will add another unrestrained killer to your saddle!"

Kabanha flapped his wings and rushed into the portal with boundless fury.

After so many years, another angel is wanted by the Blood God to be recruited into his fold.

The Blood God's decision was not bad, and His thinking was perfect.

No one would notice that Kabanha, who had been watching Bal, was now a surprise attack.

"Come face me! Angel."

He rushed out of the skull door, and his body in the material world solidified at this moment. Then he fell from the sky. The air wave he brought with him at the moment of his landing killed countless lives and spurted out endless blood.

"Come and face the 'Angel's Disaster'. I will be your eternal rival."

Kabanha roared, bathing in the blood of the weak.

Oh, blood, souls of lost lives, I will give everything to you, my Lord of Blood.

Huh? Why is the blood green?
Doubts arose in Kabanha's mind. He did not feel any pleasure of killing from the blood.

What about your fear?

He stared intently at the creatures gathering before him.

White exoskeleton, deep purple carapace, each creature has only one will in its eyes, a greedy appetite called hunger.

not human.

Kabanha's expression suddenly became solemn.

No wonder the Blood God sent him here. It turned out that the Blood God's angel had been targeted by another enemy.

"Come, you soulless, hungry things! Let me make you feel fear."

Kabanha goes forward!

The Blood God's warriors will not retreat!

"Tzeentch!!!"

In the highest heaven, the Blood God let out a terrifying roar.

The palm with endless divine power had already cracked a corner of the throne.

8888 bloodthirsty demons led their demon army and rushed towards the crystal maze.

"Hehe, I found the unexpected change."

Tzeentch also responded to Khorne's invitation to war, and was happy to take the blame, but his heart was filled with joy.

Ever since those four men ascended Pierrede, His future has never been right.

However, as the mage continued to go deeper into the Warp, the Lord of Change had already found him.

'Fight, fight, the mage is mine.'

Tzeentch sent out his demon army without any care.

The intensity of the great game has been escalated again.

'Fight, fight, you won't get any!'

Hiding in the safe house, Ramses, who had caught the Blood God's weakness, couldn't help but smile.

At the same time, the shadow he placed outside as bait also smiled at the right moment.

When else could the Four Gods accomplish anything except during the Great Heresy and the Fall of Cadia?

(End of this chapter)