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Chapter 380 Tearing Apart the Dimensions of Reality
With Zanazt's death, this earth-shattering battle is finally coming to an end.

The battlefield reeked of blood, with shattered armor and weapons scattered everywhere, bearing witness to the fierce battle between the demon princes.

Chen Xi, who was chanting a spell, suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation. He could clearly feel the violent churning of the subspace, and an unimaginably vast will was watching over this place.

The pure brutality and bloodlust in that gaze sent shivers down his spine.

Without a doubt, the millennium of punishment had come to an end because the two demon princes had been decided, and the blood god Khorne had come to deal with the victor.

In fact, from the moment the two demon princes revealed their true forms and began their battle, the Blood God's gaze had already been fixed on this battlefield.

For Khorne, who wields power over war and slaughter, nothing pleases him more than this brutal carnage.

The war raging on this planet is of unprecedented scale, with countless lives lost in blood and fire. In addition, the fact that someone has made a special sacrifice has naturally attracted the special attention of this chaotic evil god.

However, the Blood God did not descend directly, nor did he display any earth-shattering miracles.

He simply gave the victor, Muswag, the reward he deserved—Muswag's power suddenly surged, quickly returning to his peak strength as the Demon Prince, even surpassing it.

At the same time, as a bolt of crimson lightning struck Muswag, a set of blood-red brass armor appeared out of thin air, perfectly covering his battered body, and the battle axe in his hand gleamed with a scarlet light, becoming even sharper and more deadly.

That's enough for Muswag.

The Blood God's forgiveness ecstatic him more than any other power—it meant he was no longer the exiled traitor, no longer the exile hiding in the shadows.

He regained Khorne's favor and could return to the Blood Throne with his head held high, continuing to fight for the Blood God as the noble Demon Prince, winning glory in endless carnage.

No longer do they have to suppress their bloodlust as they did for the past thousand years, wandering the desolate planet like a stray dog, avoiding the gaze of mortals.

He was forced to restrain the urge to swing his axe every time, for fear of accidentally killing a soul that shouldn't have died, thus completely losing his chance to return to the embrace of the Blood God.

And now, the shackles that bound him have finally been broken.

Now, he can finally unleash his long-suppressed bloodlust!

Blood, screams, skulls—these are the meanings of his existence!
Thinking of these things, Muswag roared excitedly to the sky, his deafening roar echoing across the battlefield, even the air trembling with his ecstasy.

Immediately, his bloodthirsty crimson eyes locked onto the Imperial Army's position, especially the living saint radiating golden light.

His battle axe hummed excitedly in his hand, a surge of eager anticipation rising in his chest.

If he could slay the Emperor's living saint and offer his head, which shone with holy light, as a sacrifice to Khorne, he would surely receive even more blessings!
The Blood God will grant him even greater power, and may even reserve a higher position for him before the Brass Throne!

As for those ordinary human soldiers? Perfectly suited as his first bloody celebration upon returning to the Blood God's command!
Without hesitation, Muswag swung his battle axe and slashed it fiercely in the air.

The sharp axe blade tore through reality, creating a blood-red subspace rift from which boiling killing intent surged forth.

The next second, countless bloodthirsty Khorne demons surged out like a tidal wave—vampires roared and brandished their blades, skull cannons let out maniacal laughter, and flesh hounds drooled as they charged out.

They swarmed behind Muswag, forming a terrifying killing army.

This army, driven by a pure thirst for slaughter, yearns to appease their gods with the blood of Imperial soldiers.

Meanwhile, the remaining Khorne followers and demons on the battlefield also responded to his call.

The shattered bodies, torn to pieces by the artillery fire, strangely writhed and reformed; decapitated berserkers grabbed their weapons with their headless torsos; and fallen demons rose again, fueled by the infusion of warp energy. They crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, letting out frenzied battle cries, and followed the resurrected demon prince in a charge against the Imperial army's lines!

The entire battlefield came to life under the influence of this evil force, as if even death itself was serving Khorne's purpose.

Chen Xi was not surprised by Muswag's sudden change of attitude.

A mocking sneer even appeared on his lips—this was always how the Chaos demons behaved; he had anticipated this when he sought cooperation with Muswag.

These monsters, driven by their bloodlust, have no concept of the spirit of contracts; betrayal is as natural to them as breathing.

He merely withdrew his consciousness slightly and, through the psionic link, issued a brief command to the Living Saint: "Intercept the Demon Prince."

He then immediately focused all his attention on the incantation in his hands.

This grand ritual, jointly guided by the three Supreme Wizards, has accumulated enough energy to be activated at any time.

Even better, thanks to the gaze of Khorne's consciousness, Chen Xi had precisely located the coordinates of Khorne's Demon Realm in the subspace.

All that's left now is to finally launch the ritual and then throw those two damned planets into the Khorne Demon Realm.

Thinking of this, a ruthless glint flashed in Chen Xi's eyes.

"Initiate the ceremony!" he shouted sharply in the direction of Ahriman. His voice, amplified by psionic energy, pierced through the clamor of the battlefield. The three supreme wizards simultaneously raised their staffs.

As the ceremony began, the ground beneath everyone's feet trembled continuously.

At first it was just a slight tremor, but it quickly turned into a violent shaking, with the metal floor undulating like waves.

The staff in Chen Xi's hand burst forth with dazzling light, which twisted like a living thing and condensed into a blazing white ball of light at the tip of the staff.

Ahriman and another Wizard Supreme stood in a triangular formation, and the warp runes beneath their feet lit up one after another, first dark red, then turning into ghost blue, and finally into a dazzling gold.

These runes connected to each other, forming a huge magic circle several kilometers in diameter that enveloped the entire battlefield.

A torrent of immense energy surged forth from the center of the magic array like a swimming dragon, meandering across the surface and spreading throughout the entire planet.

Wherever it passed, metal decks were melted and reassembled, and the orcs' crude creations crumbled under the pure energy.

As the incantation reached its climax, the entire battle moon began to tremble violently.

The orcs watched in horror as the weapons their tech-boys had built exploded one after another, the crude mechanical creations twisting and deforming as if being crushed by an invisible giant hand.

The necromancer's metallic body suddenly twisted and deformed, the ancient metal groaning under the strain, and the living metal that had endured millions of years of immortality softened like a wax figure.

At the point of impact between the two planets, space cracked like a spiderweb, with eerie purple light emanating from these cracks, as if another universe were peering through them. The spatial structure emitted a sickening groan, and then—

"Crack!"

A sharp, soul-shaking sound ripped reality apart.

(End of this chapter)