Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 60 Angras
"Where are the people in the city?" Doom already had a guess in mind, but still asked, unwilling to give up.

The Blood God is no benevolent being; the residents of the city are likely in grave danger.

The red-robed priest's purpose was clear: to delay him for eight hours, and he was even willing to use conversation to buy time, so he naturally didn't mind asking and answering questions.

"Not a single one survived! They died in a bloody massacre!" The priest's tone was one of boasting, and he proudly raised his head.

"Become a sacrifice for the Blood God's servants, a talisman to stop you!"

hum~
As soon as he finished speaking, the azure blue gun blade pierced through the hood and rested on his shoulder; with just a gentle swing, it could rip off his head.

"Don't move! Priest!"

Harlan shouted, his attack swift and precise, the gun whistling, an instant burst of killing intent enveloping the priest:
"Now you can't move, the ceremony is unprepared, and it's just a bunch of meaningless symbols and words."

Harlan has extensive experience in anti-psychic warfare and knows that when facing wizards and psychics, the best strategy is to strike first.

“Hmm…if killing me would be useful,” the red-robed priest groaned with apparent pleasure amidst the chilling, bone-scraping killing intent, his gaze sweeping over Doom. “Your master would have torn me to shreds long before you could react.”

"The power of the Blood God has descended, War Lord, they have come for you!"

Rumble!
The ground trembled, the blood-robed priest trembled with excitement, his eyes blazing as he knelt, shouting in ecstasy, "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull offering to the Skull Throne!"

With his fanatical, trembling roar, a beam of blood shot into the sky from the town of the knightly family.

No! It wasn't blood, but real blood.

The blood of the nearly 100,000 people who were slaughtered in the town surged, boiled, and roared at this moment!

"You'll never see your god again! You scum!"

Harlan, filled with righteous indignation, cursed and, after obtaining Doom's consent with a glance, swept his spear across and severed the priest's head.

How could the Night Guardians tolerate this?
Nur's people are protected by the Night Guard, and despite the constant conflicts, they exercise restraint and caution when using force.

Some people have now offered up 100,000 lives to their gods for their faith.

In his suppressed rage, Harlan beheaded the culprit, but even in death, the fanatical worshipper's face remained filled with fearless piety.

Doom grabbed Harlan and retreated quickly back to the Night Watchers, but by then it was too late to stop the ritual.

The sacrificial ceremony had already been completed before they arrived, and it was just waiting to be activated at the right time.

The surging, fiery sea of ​​blood stained the sky red, space shattered, cracking like a mirror, the void was torn open, and the surging subspace power transformed into a river of blood, pouring down from the sky!
"Get everyone on high alert!"

Doom's roar was like a thunderclap, as if even the blood-red clouds in the sky were shattered: "Our enemy is unlike any we've ever seen! More powerful than ever before!"

He sensed evil—malice descending from the shattered void, those raging incarnations tearing through reality!

The Night Guard activated all the power armor's servo systems, and with shields and weapons fully charged, they deployed into formation, ready for battle.

They had never seen the war lord so anxious; even when facing orcs, he always appeared confident and composed.

The surging sea of ​​blood fell, and the air was filled with the stench of sulfur and the metallic smell of brass.

The knight town vanished, leaving behind a churning sea of ​​blood from which enormous, malevolent figures were formed, their blood-red hooves trampling the earth.

demon!

Before it could even make out its form, the primal malice pierced the mind of the Night Guardian, declaring its own existence.

The blood-red figure was incredibly tall, its 8.8-meter height seemingly burning, its crimson skin radiating fury, and its strong, blazing muscles roaring.

The head resembled a cow, a sheep, and even a dog, with scorching sparks spewing from its mouth and nose with each breath. Fury burned in the demon's eyes, its gleaming white teeth clenched, suppressing its insane lust for slaughter.

Clad in ancient brass armor and wielding various ferocious and terrifying weapons, such as knives, swords, whips, and battle axes, their bat wings cast shadows that allow no room for cowardice or hiding.

Bloodthirsty maniac!

Born from the raging will of the Blood God Khorne, a symbol of pure violence and slaughter.

Eighty-eight bloodthirsty monsters! Their appearance is solely for the purpose of seizing the skull to offer as a cranial offering.

"Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!"

Khorne's great demonic laughter was horrifying and bizarre, like the whimpering of dogs mixed with the sobbing of cattle and sheep, strange and terrifying.

Chaos erupted in the ranks of the Night Guardians. The accompanying technicians, unable to contain their rage after witnessing the Great Demon, began indiscriminately attacking those around them.

"kill!"

The war lord's orders were decisive, without the slightest hesitation or doubt.

"What did you sense?" Doom asked, his eyes filled with doubt. He clearly felt that when those Blood God monsters appeared, they spread information to the surrounding area. "Demons! They are 'Bloodthirsty Berserkers'!" Harlan took a few deep breaths, suppressing the bloodlust that had been stirred within him, and explained to Doom.

He wasn't surprised; perhaps Doom was so powerful that the demon's malice couldn't trouble him.

Doom truly felt nothing, and he didn't know why he couldn't receive the information emitted by the demon.

However, he was not at ease either. An unprecedented feeling surged uncontrollably from his heart the moment he saw the demon.

His body was trembling slightly, something that would have been almost impossible for someone with Doom's control over his body.

But it has actually happened, and it's incredibly real.

The blood-red mark on his chest no longer flickered; its radiance dimmed but did not fade.

The fleeting hatred surged back, making Doom struggle to control the urge to tear the bloodthirsty monster apart with every breath.

"I am Angrass, the first bloodthirsty madman under the Blood God, the guardian of the Skull Throne, and I have come here by the decree of the Skull Throne."

The strongest and most bloodthirsty demon spoke, holding an axe in one hand and a whip in the other, raising his axe to point at Doom: "Doom!"

Angrath. Before its birth, Skabrand was the chief archdark under Khorne.

Skabrand took countless souls for Khorne, offered up mountains of skulls, breached one of Slaanesh's six rings, defeated the combined forces of the three gods, and defended the majesty of the Skull Throne.

Tzeentch was extremely jealous of Khorne's powerful archdeacon. He whispered in Skabrand's ear, urging it to strike Khorne.

Skabrand ambushed Khorne, leaving a tiny crack in His brass armor. He was then grabbed by the enraged Blood God and thrown out of Khorne's domain.

Khorne was very unhappy to lose his beloved general, so he created Angrath, who possessed great power and unparalleled loyalty.

Angrath. Guardian of the Skull Throne, embodiment of Khorne's destructive desires, the ultimate being representing war and destruction.

"The Blood God values ​​you so highly; how tolerant He is."

The bloodthirsty demon's voice was taut, suppressing an eternal rage, his furious growl twisted with jealousy: "He even altered the oracle for you."

Doom remained silent, staring at the incessantly chattering demon, suppressing the rising rage within him, afraid that he would rush over and tear off its tongue before the demon finished speaking.

Harlan, standing to the side, even saw the Oath Master's hands trembling slightly as he constantly suppressed his physical instincts.

Eighty-eight bloodthirsty demons stirred restlessly. Angrass spat out sparks: "You want to save your brothers, and the Blood God likes your eagerness. He allows you to leave here immediately after defeating us, instead of leaving eight hours later."

Ennio was indeed attacked!

Doom gleaned information from Angelus's incessant chatter: Ennio was fighting, and the enemy was very likely also a demon.

Facing such a powerful enemy, Ennio was under considerable pressure, but he was by no means without the ability to resist. The appearance of the demon to block him was good proof of this.

"Come on, demon!"

Doom stood tall and proud, his figure far inferior to that of the Bloodthirsty Demon, yet his gaze seemed to look down upon the demons from a superior position.

This is a duel that cannot be refused, and it is also the best option at present.

Even from the Bloodthirsty Demon's words, Doom could indeed sense a sense of tolerance, the Blood God's "love" for him.

The ferocious and bloodthirsty monsters, though posing little threat to themselves, would make for a truly terrifying battle when they charged at the Night Guardians.

Bloody and brutal! The two sides would clash like blades, twisting together and then shattering into pieces.

"My lord, you should trust us! Our warriors await to fight alongside you and kill the enemy together!"

Harlan moved hastily, and the Night Guards behind him were equally eager to try. No need for words, warriors never fear any enemy!
They are fearless warriors who do not flinch in the face of demons and even contemplate how to kill them.

Doom reached out to stop him. The warriors were fearless, but the War Lord valued the life of every warrior.

The Blood God came for me, so I should resolve this myself.

"Night Watchers, rest where you are! Cheers! I will return victorious!"

He ordered the Night Guards to lower their guard and cheer for the battle.

Doom wasn't afraid of Bloodlust's sneak attack. He had a subtle feeling that although Bloodlust was despicable, he wouldn't stoop to breaking the rules of the duel.

"Come on! Let's fight to the death!"

Angrass slammed his axe into the ground, unleashing a deafening roar.

Reality is distorted in the subspace ritual, as an 88-meter-long arena, decorated with a skull and cast from brass and blood, rises from the ground.

(End of this chapter)