Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 381 The Blood God Makes His Move

A crimson rift that stretched across the sky suddenly bloomed in space, its edges writhing with countless wailing demonic phantoms.

These distorted phantoms extended sharp claws, frantically tearing at the edges of the rift, causing the spatial wound to widen continuously.

The crimson light gushing from the rift dyed the entire star field dark red, as if the universe had been ripped open with a bleeding wound.

The orcs and undead armies that were engaged in battle were simultaneously seized by an invisible force.

The orc war leader's body melted into a bloody pulp like a candle, his green skin peeling away in the energy storm to reveal the boiling muscle tissue beneath.

The necromancer lord's metallic body disintegrated into a stream of shimmering particles, and the living metal that had endured for sixty million years scattered like grains of sand.

Its throne began to collapse, and countless technological creations accumulated over thousands of years exploded one after another due to subspace contamination. Ancient energy cores overloaded one after another, bursting out with dazzling blue light.

Blood seeped from Chen Xi's ears and nose, and tiny blood droplets floated around him in the weightless environment.

But he still held his staff high, the veins on his arms bulging like tree roots.

The light from the magic circle had already enveloped most of the battle moon, and the runes seemed to move across the metal surface like living things.

The energy spread along the collision path toward the Necromancer's Throne world, shattering the structure of reality as easily as fragile glass wherever it passed.

The subspace rift, like a hungry maw, slowly swallowed the two planets, and the turbulent energy emanating from the rift's edge pulverized all the nearby planetary debris.

With a deafening roar as the void cracked open, the two colossal objects were forcefully thrust into the boiling Khorne's Realm.

The battle moon's rough steel shell collided violently with the Throne World in the warp turbulence, unleashing a devastating energy shock.

The collision of metal against metal generated visible shockwaves that temporarily dispersed the nearby subspace storms.

"boom--!!!"

The realm of terror trembled violently under this unprecedented shock.

The brass fortress collapsed in sections, and the eternally burning furnaces exploded upon impact, pouring out molten brass like a torrential rain.

The sea of ​​blood surged into a thousand-meter-high wave, the viscous blood splattering against the collapsing fortress and dragging countless demons into the abyss.

The demon legion, engaged in an eternal war, was torn to pieces by a sudden downpour of metal. Their remains mingled with fragments of the battle moon, forming a bizarre storm of flesh and metal.

Countless towers of skulls were reduced to dust in the explosion, and the spoils that Khorne had treasured for millions of years vanished in an instant.

The Blood God's roar resounded throughout the entire dimension, a sound like the combined roar of countless battles erupting simultaneously: "Damn it!"

But then, the Lord of War let out a low laugh—a muffled sound like boiling lava echoing through the sea of ​​blood.

Because He saw orcs and undead still fighting on the planet, these fanatical warriors attacking each other even amidst the chaos of dimensional shifts.

The orc's chainsword was deeply embedded in the necromancer's metal skeleton, while the necromancer's beam weapon vaporized the greenskin warrior into charcoal.

Their blood and fury became the perfect sacrifice, each drop of splattered blood drawing a scarlet trail in the void.

Suddenly, a giant vertical pupil opened in the blood-red sky, reflecting countless worlds in destruction.

It stared straight at Chen Xi, its gaze burning into his soul as if it were a tangible force.

A surge of scorching blessing power flowed into his body, and fine, blood-red runes immediately appeared on Chen Xi's skin. At the same time, a crack appeared in the void, and a scarlet battle axe bound with chains pierced through the barrier of reality. The axe blade dripped with demonic blood that would never congeal. It crashed heavily into the ground in front of Chen Xi, smashing the metal floor into a spiderweb of cracks.

Ahriman's expression changed drastically; his psychic powers sensed the terrifying curse contained within the weapon: "Drop it! This is—"

Before he could finish his warning, his voice was drowned out by a sudden burst of war drums.

But Chen Xi had already gripped the axe handle.

In an instant, countless war visions flooded his mind like a tidal wave.

He saw himself standing atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, his feet resting on the shattered heads of gods, the blood staining the entire earth red...

Seeing himself leading an endless army of demons, unleashing a destructive frenzy across the galaxy, reducing civilizations to ashes in his wake...

Seeing himself standing shoulder to shoulder with the Blood God before the bronze throne, raising a cup to drink the wine brewed from the souls of mortals...

A dangerous smile involuntarily crept onto his lips, and a scarlet light, indistinguishable from that of an abyss demon, flashed in his eyes. His once clear and rational gaze was now completely consumed by pure bloodlust.

He could feel the violent power surging in his veins, every inch of his skin yearning for the baptism of blood.

The Blood God's laughter echoed through countless dimensions, his hoarse and joyful voice carrying the satisfaction of a chess player who had placed a crucial move.

The blood pool within the brass fortress boiled even more violently with excitement, the viscous blood churning as countless hideous demons crawled out of the pool, raising their ugly heads to greedily sniff the fresh blood in the air, emitting a series of hungry roars.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light emanated from Chen Xi's body, and a cold sun slowly rose from behind him. The holy golden light pierced the sky like a sharp sword, dispelling all the blood-red clouds that covered the sky.

The crimson energy on his body receded like a tide, forcibly forced into the battle axe, and the hideous demonic runes on his skin also faded away.

When the bloodshot in his eyes completely faded, it was replaced by a golden light that shone like stars.

The battle axe he gripped tightly trembled violently, emitting a deafening clang of swords clashing, interspersed with the angry roars and wails of countless dead souls.

When the light faded, the once ferocious demonic battle axe had been transformed into a brand-new weapon, entirely golden and red, radiating a divine aura.

The light flowing across the axe blade contained both destructive power and the sanctity of redemption.

Seeing his pieces easily cleared, the Blood God let out a deafening roar that shook the entire Bronze Demon Realm, causing countless demons to tremble in fear amidst the terrifying sound.

But faced with the cold sun rising behind Chen Xi's head, even the tyrannical Blood God had to temporarily back down.

A flicker of fear flashed in the crimson eyes in the sky, before gradually disappearing into the churning blood mist.

After the Blood God withdrew, Chen Xi immediately turned to look at Aliman, his eyes still gleaming with golden light, his voice deep and authoritative: "Teleport away all those who are still alive."

They were still atop the orcs' battle moon, but now this war fortress forged of steel and savagery had been completely dragged into the Khorne's domain.

The blood-red sky around them churned with murderous intent, the air thick with the rusty stench of blood, and the distant sounds of demons and orcs locked in a frenzied battle echoed through the air.

For Chen Xi and the others, dying here once was not a big deal, but it was different for the Imperial soldiers who were still fighting—if they died here, their souls would be devoured by the Blood God and they would never be freed.

Fortunately, with the help of the cold sun, transporting these survivors was not difficult for him.

(End of this chapter)