In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

The roar of engines echoed across the wasteland of the hive city as the brutal blade smashed straight through the walls of the planetary defense force's base.

However, what greeted them was not a neatly lined-up army, but a thick mist of blood.

The strong smell of blood stimulated everyone's nerves.

Looking at the scene before him, Caesar almost crushed the control stick in his hand.

The entire encampment had been completely wiped out.

The corpses of the planetary defense force were piled up haphazardly, and without exception, every single one of them was headless.

The blood flowed into a winding river, heading towards the altar in the center of the camp, which was made of brass and skulls.

Above the altar, a crimson warp rift had opened, and bloodthirsty roars and the sounds of clashing weapons echoed from the arena faintly visible within the rift.

“Damn Khorne.” Vlad’s voice was terrifyingly low.

The usually carefree and easygoing guy was now gripping the armrest of the seat tightly, the alloy armrest twisted and deformed under his monstrous strength.

The massacre before them, done to please the evil god, had completely crossed his line.

He saw that among the corpses were many new recruits who hadn't even had time to put on their full armor, and even some logistics personnel hiding in the camp.

Khorne disdains killing the weak? That's utter nonsense. In the eyes of a madman, there is only the difference between skulls and blood, not between soldiers and civilians.

"Smash that damn thing to pieces!"

Caesar, equally unable to bear the sight of the devastation before him, adjusted the angle of his main cannon and aimed it at the blasphemous altar.

High-explosive shells, powerful enough to shatter city walls, roared out and landed precisely on the altar.

Flames shot into the sky, and smoke filled the air.

When the smoke cleared, Caesar found the altar completely undamaged.

A dark red, destructive power surged across the entire altar; it was Khorne's blessing.

For the Blood God, only face-to-face combat can bring him pleasure.

Caesar slammed his fist on the control panel. "Damn it! Long-range firepower is ineffective; we have to dismantle it at close range."

Caesar then grabbed his power sword and prepared to personally lead the attack.

“Osiris, you cover us, Vlad, come with me…”

Before Caesar could finish speaking, he suddenly noticed something amiss.

The seat where Vlad should have been sitting was now empty.

"What about people?"

Caesar hurriedly searched for Vlad's whereabouts through the observation window.

A dark figure could be seen running wildly through the pool of blood at an astonishing speed.

Without any attempt to avoid it, it hurtled straight towards the subspace rift, like a shooting star.

“Vlad! Are you insane!” Caesar yelled at Vlad over the communications channel. “That’s Khorne’s arena! Do you think you can take on an entire army by yourself?”

There was no sound coming from Vlad's side.

“Stop shouting, you know him.” Osiris glanced at the resolute figure charging forward and said calmly, “That bastard may be unreliable and unwilling to use his brain, but he’s not stupid.”

Osiris went on to analyze, "He knows Solomon is in a bad situation. Every second we delay, Solomon is in greater danger."

“And…” Osiris paused for a few seconds before speaking again, “Vlad is really angry.”

Caesar gritted his teeth and sat back down in his seat, knowing that Osiris was right.

"Alright! I'll risk my life for you. Since you want to go all out, brother, I'll play along to the end!"

The blood pools around the altar began to boil, and large numbers of demons surged toward Caesar's chariot and the Star Army behind it.

Caesar kicked open the car door; since there were only two people left, they couldn't drive normally anyway. He might as well let off some steam.

The power sword in his hand slashed through the air, cleaving an enemy who pounced at him in two.

"For the Emperor!!!"

Colonel Custer, his eyes bloodshot, led the remaining soldiers in a counter-charge.

……

Turning the focus to Vlad on the other side.

The gravity inside the subspace rift is completely different from that outside; Vlad is in a huge arena.

Vlad was not attacked the moment he landed.