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Chapter 1041 395 God War (Third, Ten Thousand)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 1041 395. God’s War (Part Three, Ten Thousand)

Like burning blood, scarlet fire fell from the sky - no, not from the sky, but from the rift in the sky.

As soon as it came into contact, it began to burn the stars, and the false curtain used as the background began to tremble. The god frowned, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and used more power to stabilize the world. And Slaanesh's cry continued.

Continue from now on.

He seemed to be really sad about what was going to happen next. In addition, he didn't even have the intention to participate in the battle. This cry was so weird, but the god was indifferent to it.

He just calmly raised his right hand, and then, a giant sword emerged from the void.

The boiling golden flames burned on it, making the extremely simple and undecorated blade look more noble for no reason. However, for the God of Man, this weapon is still too simple and unworthy.

His identity.

And He doesn't care.

He gripped the sword tightly and raised his right hand straightly. The stars turned upside down in an instant, and the false world was divided again. From that crack, a more stable and narrower world was born.

However, this place is still too small for the gods. Rather than calling it a world, it would be better to call this place a prison cell.

or.

Arena.

Yes, a form of fighting that is used to kill each other. It was born in ancient times and has spread to this day. The two compete for everything and use their lives as bets. The winner gets everything and the loser keeps his life.

"Come on," said the god. "I have prepared the venue."

As if in response to his words, the sharp blade that had been hanging in the air suddenly rushed down and jumped out of the crack with a dark figure.

The god narrowed his eyes and waved his left hand casually, and the golden flames built an insurmountable sky at the edge of the small world. They would not dissipate until he died.

What He wanted to do was already obvious.

"Fight to the death. Hahahahahahaha."

Deep laughter emerged in the narrow world where a cruel death battle was about to take place. The dark figure slowly straightened his chest, raised his left hand, and the dark curtain was torn down by His own hands at this moment.

He wore an ordinary piece of armor, not even plate armor, just a piece of chain mail mixed with leather armor. The place where his face should be under the horned helmet was nothing but two dots of scarlet.

The light in it is fierce and exuberantly bright.

"You are still a warrior." He laughed and offered his praise happily. "You still don't lack the courage to win in danger!"

The laughter grew louder and louder, almost like thunder, and strong war drums sounded out of thin air. The starry sky changed at this moment.

The yellow sand buried with broken teeth, bones, rusted weapons and broken armor replaced the nothingness under their feet, and the scarlet sand looked extremely ominous.

The scorching sky with the scorching sun replaced the original stars, and then, countless remnants of souls emerged from the chest of Khorne. They were mutilated, wearing helmets and armor, holding weapons, with blood stains on their bodies, and hideous faces.

They are dead warriors, some wearing animal skins, some wearing power armor, and without exception, they all seem to be looking forward to this battle.

Khorne smiled deeply and took a step forward. The feeling of being down to earth seemed to make him extremely happy. The iron boots sank deeply into the yellow sand. He took another step and the bones of the dead began to loom in the yellow sand.

The god nodded calmly. He had realized the difficulty of Khorne, and also realized why the changed Slaanesh firmly believed that Khorne would win.

Just now, his power was covered by the power of Khorne. The change of scenery not only meant that Khorne liked the atmosphere of a real arena, but also meant that he could change the false starry sky established by the gods.

Slaanesh can't do this.

Without words or in vain, the god raised his sword, but Khorne did something he couldn't understand at this moment.

"We have all changed our faces, but nothing seems to have changed. You are still a warrior, and I am still the god of all warriors in the world."

Khorne raised his blade, and in a flash of blood the flames changed its form.

A double-sided giant ax replaced him in an instant. Holding it, Khorne's posture changed silently. The scarlet light spots under the horned helmet became a little more intense. At the same time, people sitting in the audience seats from all directions

The remaining souls began to shout in unison.

They roared in unison, their incomprehensible war roars shaking the sky and the earth, making the yellow sand tremble, and the boiling fighting spirit soared into the sky in an instant.

"So, I want to bless you." Khorne said lowly. "In my name, your sword will be invincible. In my name, you will be covered with glory. In my name, you will."

"——Glorious death in battle!"

He roared and charged straight towards him. The yellow sand flew into the sky, and the war drums echoed the rhythm of his running like a manic heartbeat. The god calmly turned sideways and avoided Khorne's swipe by a hair. There.

The moment he passed by, his godhead began to tremble.

The god frowned suddenly, then immediately withdrew and changed the posture of holding the sword.

Khorne did not pursue him.

"Do you feel it?" He asked. "This is my determination. Guided by the godhead and divinity, I made the prototype of this weapon. Using my anger as the fire, I put it under my will.

It is hammered and forged into shape.”

He held the giant ax upright and calmly showed it to the gods. The gods naturally did not miss this opportunity. He carefully observed every detail, and the deep frown between his eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

"Look clearly." Khorne said in a low voice. "Look carefully and see what kind of weapon this is."

God sees clearly. In fact, He already has the answer - about how to face the enemy, how to fight, and how to win. But all of this is based on a premise.

He cannot be struck even once by this axe.

Yes, even once.

"It seems you understand."

The giant ax hung down, and the ax blade cut through the yellow sand with ease. Khorne continued to stride forward, fighting spirit surging manically under his horned helmet. Without any more words, he rushed towards him, with the giant ax cutting diagonally towards him.

Go by the neck of the god.

Faced with such a brutal attack, the god could only raise his sword to resist. He frowned instinctively. As the power flowed, he suddenly felt a subtle disharmony.

To put it bluntly, it was like a very faint smell of blood suddenly appeared in the air. If you don't smell it carefully, you can't even be sure whether this change is real.

After only half a second of thinking, the ax blade struck again the next second. Khorne was swinging the ax like an ordinary warrior. The god did not intend to take it hard this time. He took a step back, raised his left hand, and the brilliance emerged.

, intending to pause time.

He planned to come back to fight after thinking of a suitable countermeasure, and he could also test Khorne during the pause. However, his power had already been used, and Khorne's actions were not stopped at all.

Not only that, the battle cries from all directions were still loud. He roared and rushed forward, swinging again.

The god resisted with the blade of his sword, but he hooked the blade of the sword with his backhand, followed by a knee strike, forcing the god to bend down, and then a brutal straight kick.

The second before he was attacked, the god had already planned to dissolve and dissipate, but this was like a time-out, which was in vain. First, pain hit his abdomen, and then his chin, making him dizzy.

, this feeling is unprecedented.

He flew backwards due to the huge force and rolled awkwardly on the yellow sand for a few times, while Khorne burst into laughter.

After laughing, a deeper anger immediately surged up.

"What do you think this battle is?!"

He pierced the ax into the yellow sand, opened his hands, opened his chest, and roared angrily, and a cruel, bloody wind followed.

"This is a fight to the death! A fight to the death that belongs only to warriors! So throw away those useless skills you inherited!"

"Fight with me, fight with me, and decide the winner! There must be a God of War in the world, there must be a creature sitting on the brass chair, and I have chosen you! When I win, you will become the new

The God of War spreads war to every world in the endless sea of ​​stars!"

The god climbed up with difficulty, but the dizziness still did not subside. Since his birth, he had never suffered such pain. In a daze, he almost thought he had become a mortal.

But how is this possible? Why does His power fail?

Khorne watched him stand up with satisfaction, and laughed lowly: "And if I lose, you will get all the power I have accumulated. You will tear them apart in one go and win. So, come and fight!"

"

He picked up the giant ax and pointed it directly at the god, and a sharp chill hit him.

"Be like a warrior. Face death and win with courage and determination. You must first bathe in blood before you can bathe in glory!"

Something is wrong, the god thought silently. He created a narrower and more stable cage within a false cage, just to avoid the aftermath of the battle with Khorne damaging the starry sky.

In that case, Eternal Heaven will have a way to invade from other places. He cannot appear in all parts of the galaxy at the same time, and with the terrifying passive brainwashing characteristics of angels, as long as one of them can escape from this cage, the gods will be equal to

Failed.

However, he did not expect that this seemingly safe move would cause the war to take a turn for the worse.

Khorne possessed a law-like power. He first changed the scene, covering the surroundings of the prison with power, and then blessed the gods - within the rules, the God of Man was now a warrior.

In this world that already belongs to Khorne, a warrior must naturally follow the rules of the God of War.

There seems to be no other way.

So

"good."

The god raised his sword and walked slowly towards Khorne. The cruel wind blew in his face, and the smell of blood was stronger now. He raised the sword without changing his expression, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the remaining souls in the audience.

They are watching here with solemn faces.

It's like a pilgrimage, like meeting a lifelong faith.

Khorne walked slowly, his giant ax cutting through the wind. He walked, hammering his chest with his free left hand, and the sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the fighting field.

They approached slowly like this, and they all entered each other's attack range, but no one took the lead in attacking.

The giant sword was held by both hands, with the blade hanging low. The ax was placed on the yellow sand and dragged along. The corpse was dragged out from the shelter of the yellow sand by its sharp edge, and then cut off.

And then--

"boom--!"

Rather than the exchange of weapons, it was more like an explosion-like sound coming from where the ax blade and the sword blade met.

The strong shock wave caused the yellow sand to fly, the corpses to dance, and the broken bones and the incomplete rusty weapons underneath to spin and fly away from them. This apocalyptic scene was just the aftermath of the first blow.

Then came the second, third, and even the 1723rd time - in just two seconds, the entire arena was destroyed into broken walls by the aftermath of the collision of weapons.

It became more and more cruel, almost only the pungent smell of blood remained.

The remnant souls had left the audience at some unknown time. They stood on the ground, surrounded them, shouted and sang in unison - the songs born in ancient times were heard again at this moment.

That was the joyful admiration of the hungry tribesmen after the savages, armed with spears and dragging their prey back to the tribe,

That was the sigh of satisfaction of the soldiers in brass armor who used their shields to block sharp arrows for their companions in the phalanx.

That was the war cry of the guerrillas fighting the invaders in bloody battles in the jungle, on the hillsides, and everywhere.

That's war itself.

"The battle itself is meaningless!"

Khorne roared with rage, but this rage was not directed at the God of Man.

The ax and sword clashed again, and the god was struggling a little, but Khorne was still able to do it with ease, and even had the intention to continue speaking.

"It is man who gives them meaning! The battle itself is just an act of two parties fighting each other and thirsting for each other's lives!"

He took a step forward, pressed down on the axe, and rotated his wrist. The god took a dangerous step back, avoiding his leg being sliced ​​open by the axe. Khorne stepped forward and attacked with great force and force, and quickly,

It's dangerous, almost forming a steel storm.

"But people need it -! You can't deny it, God of men, no one can deny it! Fighting and everything it brings is what anyone needs, warriors endure pain, endure fear, endure everything,

Victory in the end—!”

He was so angry that he roared and pressed down the ax blade. For a moment, he actually gained the upper hand in the struggle: "Don't you see the necessity of my existence?!"

"The world does not need an extremely cruel god." The god said with difficulty. He gritted his teeth and began to force himself to learn to fight, learning to breathe hard between each swing of the sword.

For some reason, he felt a burst of anger suddenly ignited in his heart, with no trace to be found. He only felt that the wind was becoming more cruel, almost like a knife cutting his face.

"I am cruel because of their will - gods will do whatever people need from the gods. My violence, my ferocity, and my desire for slaughter all come from your hearts."

Khorne laughed lowly again: "Don't you know? Can you deny what a treasure their subconscious is to us?"

The weapons collided again. The god gritted his teeth angrily and waved his sword. For the first time since the battle began, he actually gained the upper hand. The surprise flashed in Khorne's heart, and then what burst out was uncontrollable ecstasy.

.

"Yes!"

He backed away in admiration and dodged the attack of the sword, causing all the gods' attacks to miss by a hair's breadth. However, instead of mocking him, he kept praising him.

Although it sounded like sarcasm, he truly admired the god's increasingly proficient fighting skills.

"That's it!"

"Keep on, keep on! Come and kill me!"

"Keep working hard, we're just a little short--!"

"enough!"

The god tremblingly grasped the blade, swung it staggeringly, and once again overwhelmed Khorne with pure power - after that, the blade pierced deeply into Khorne's chest, more like scarlet than blood.

Colorful flames began to slowly descend from the gaps in the armor along the blade of the sword.

The remaining souls who were watching shouted in unison.

The wind began to roar wildly.

The sound of the war drums also began to adjust, beginning to respond to the heartbeat of the god. Beyond all this, Khorne laughed maniacally, and saw with satisfaction that a smile appeared on the face of the god who stabbed his chest with the sword.

A very angry, ferocious smile.

"You're starting to get the hang of it," He whispered. "You're starting to understand how to fight and how to use anger - you said I'm a cruel god, so why don't you change this yourself?"

The god ignored him and just pulled out the sword sharply, intending to chop off Khorne's head with his backhand. However, the God of War raised his hands and blocked the blow with the blade of his axe.

He laughed wildly in the fierce wind and shouted: "Accept it! Accept your wrath, accept the source of power! Then become the God of War!"

Let’s have a meal and start coding the second chapter again. It’s still 5k, just like yesterday. I forgot to change the title. This chapter is also 5k.

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