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Anger, which is sweeter than drops of honey, rises like smoke from one's chest.

Thain was lying in silence. He didn't know where he was at the moment, nor where he was about to go. Here, time seemed to have lost its meaning. He tried his best to open his eyes, and finally

, After who knows how long, he succeeded.

Thain found himself lying in a river of blood.

Surrounded by hot, constantly flowing blood. These scarlet viscous liquids are more like magma than blood. They are burning Thane's skin, and at the same time eating away at his body with their horrible smell.

Mind. He endured this torture and drifted down the river aimlessly. Until a moment when he suddenly felt comfortable with it, he began to observe the scenery around him.

However, the surrounding scenery had no logic at all, and was full of killing and death. Countless skulls were built on both sides of the river, and he saw all the battles in the world that were full of honor, and he saw those respectable warriors holding hands.

They died with weapons and watched their heads being chopped off by their opponents. An indescribable ecstasy filled his heart and brain.

A voice said: Fight, Thane, rise and fight!

His voice sounded like the sound of steel clashing when swords met, full of courage, determination and the consequences it would bring - a spurt of blood.

Thane answered confusedly: Fight, fight with whom?

The voice let out a loud laugh: Anything!

Who are you?

I?

His voice gradually turned into a warrior's roar amid laughter: It doesn't matter who I am! I am the ancient god, I am the embodiment of anger, I am the river of blood. The sound of steel intersecting is my hymn,

To kill with axes and hammers is to worship me. My name means nothing, for all the glorious deaths in the world are my name!

Sai Enrong lowered his head thoughtfully, staring at the river of blood beneath him. An attraction made him lower his head lower and lower, and gradually his whole body sank into the river. He buried his head in the blood, bloody

The smell filled his entire nostrils. He opened his eyes wide and saw a scene that made his blood boil.

It was a scarlet land, devastated. Countless warriors wielding weapons fought each other on this land, and their courageous war cries resounded through the sky. Countless people died every moment, their corpses and blood

It will be stepped on by those who come after you, and gradually become a new ground.

The battle, the never-ending battle. The glorious battle, the battle full of faith, the battle he dreamed of...

He almost wanted to join them immediately, the desire to fight began to surge in every pore, and there was only one opportunity left before it could burst out.

But he didn't. On the contrary, Thain lifted his head out of the river like a drowning man. He gasped for breath, and the increasingly thick smell of blood made him almost breathless.

Thain raised his head, looked at the scenery ahead, and found that he had reached a wasteland.

There is nothing here except a throne. Oh, and there are countless skulls piled under the throne. Some of them are stained with blood, and some are as shiny as new. Sitting on the brass throne, one cannot see his figure.

A huge black shadow, with only two points of substantial scarlet light shining brightly in the darkness.

The cries of the dead and the roars of warriors echoed around him.

Thain stared at the two points of scarlet light, and he knew that the other party was also staring at him. A sudden feeling made him immediately know the name of this god.

Khorne.

He raised his right hand, as if inviting Thain. Suddenly, the sound of war drums sounded all around, echoing Thain's heartbeat. His eyes widened in pain, veins were beating on his forehead, and waves of killing desire came from him.

His heart soared. Thain looked at those two scarlet lights, and he knew that this was the highest honor for a warrior.

But he's more than a warrior.

Thain gritted his teeth, suppressing his urge to hold the weapon and fight. A sense of responsibility gathered on his shoulders, making the desire to kill subside a little. He kept mumbling to himself

, I am the Hand of Noxus, I am the General of Noxus. I am the witness of His glory...

Khorne made a sound of dissatisfaction. He could not allow this situation to happen: he personally invited a mortal, but the other person was still hesitant. He immediately became furious, but when Thain raised his head the next second,

Let Him immediately turn his anger into joy.

The anger on that face deformed the facial features, his eyes turned scarlet, and the ferocious jaw made of steel had bitten his lip, and blood flowed on the black metal. Khorne watched with satisfaction

He, Thain, roared. He immediately laughed with joy: Yes, that's it!

Come on, join me!

He looked at Thain expectantly, and two huge battle axes appeared in the latter's hands at some point. Thain ran towards him, but he did not receive the blessing under his throne as he thought.

On the contrary, Thane jumped up with unstoppable fury that almost burned him to death, and struck Khorne in the head with the two giant axes in his hands!

He let out an earth-shattering roar, causing even the space to tremble, and then slapped Thain away. Khorne's anger was still not gone, and he almost wanted to stand up from the throne and immediately hit Thain.

He was about to squeeze it to death, but when he discovered that Thain was still holding the weapon tightly even after being beaten until he could hardly stand, he stopped.

He sat down slowly and let out a burst of satisfied, low laughter. He looked at Thain's face that was distorted by anger, looked at his slightly trembling flesh, and slowly whispered: Sooner or later, you will be

mine......

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Kronos looked at Thain's trembling body with anxious eyes. The mage had been gone for five minutes, and Thain's expression began to become more and more terrifying not long after he left. That angry expression made Cronus

Ronos thought of some of his brothers, who were suffering from horrific torture all day long due to the death of their genetic father.

At the same time, you have to face an evil god who is full of expectations and corrupts you all the time.

And he was completely powerless to do anything about it. In Thain's open chest, his heart was beating rapidly. He was obviously asleep, but his expression looked so gritted, with a deep hatred and anger intertwined on it.

Kronos stared at the face and began to recite the Emperor's prayer silently.

This is the only thing he can do.

Fortunately, the mage came back not long after. He was very punctual and said ten minutes would be ten minutes. When he came back, he even had a cup of tea in his hand and his face was relaxed. After seeing Cronus's expression, he even You Xianxin joked: "Why do you look like this?"

Without waiting for Cronus to answer, he said to himself: "Don't worry, he will be fine. That was just a... test that must be passed."

Seeing the puzzled look on Kronos's face, He Shenyan ultimately did not choose to tell the truth. During his conversation with the Emperor, he had already learned the nature of those Primarchs - they were all born Asians. Space creatures, and a primarch that understands its true nature cannot be killed. The only reason for this phenomenon is obvious.

The Emperor 'borrowed' some of the power of the Warp in the process of shaping the Primarch. We can put it more bluntly - he directly stole some power from the Four Gods of Chaos.

Why would he do this?

The Emperor was not an idiot, and he certainly knew the possible consequences of such a move. But the Four Gods were somehow more than just products of blasphemy and incomprehensible incarnations of Chaos. For example, Khorne was asking his followers to kill While protecting all living beings, they are also required not to kill unarmed people, the elderly, weak, women and children, and at the same time, they are not allowed to kill each other or abandon their comrades.

He despises and rejects those who play with power and other people's lives, and encourages all direct confrontations and actions that can bring honor.

From this point of view, He Shenyan understood why Khorne was worshiped.

Even the most unacceptable appearance of Nurgle, he represents more than just plague, death, decay and chaos. He symbolizes the end of everything in the material realm. However, this disgusting, pus-covered one The god treats each blade with true equality. His followers call him a loving father, because Nurgle treats each of his followers as family.

When your life is a mess, when everyone hates you and despises you, only Nurgle cares about you. He loves you and loves you deeply. He will give you a home full of love and guide you. Become a part of this family. It doesn’t require you to give anything. He just wants you to accept who you are. You just need to be yourself.

Sounds great, right?

Of course, as long as you ignore His appearance...

The four gods not only represent the evil in human nature, they are actually in charge of the good in human nature, such as courage, happiness, love, and wisdom. But their chaotic nature makes them ignore these beautiful things. Instead, he pursued those evil and corrupt qualities. The Emperor saw this and made a very bold decision.

Very bold, and very silly. The most intuitive consequence is that He is now a mummy sitting on a throne, unable to move. He endures torture every moment that can turn a stone into a madman.

The exchange between the mage and the emperor lasted for a long time in that space. They discussed and communicated. They finally decided where the gene seeds used to transform Thane came from - considering Thain's character and his past experience, The Emperor took something from Khorne again...this time, he greeted Khorne.

Surprisingly, Khorne was easy to talk to. He simply gave the Emperor what he needed, with only one request and a bet.

As for the winner... the mage glanced at Thane's chest, which was beginning to heal, and the anger on his face was gradually becoming calmer.

The winner is obvious.

He Shenyan smiled and shook his head. He said to Cronus, who was watching the whole process but still found it difficult to understand: "The sense of responsibility saved him, Cronus."

"Responsibility?"

The Master stopped talking and drank the cup of tea in one gulp.

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"you lose."

In the subspace, the voice of the cold sun spread far and wide. The Lord of Blood snorted coldly, slapped the armrest of his throne hard, and said angrily: "You damn bastard, you obviously have no victory.

Possibility! Why can you beat me every time?!"

"Because I'm much smarter than you."

The Lord of Blood snorted again, turning a blind eye to the taunt. He turned to look at a group of Space Marines who were fighting hard, and said slowly: "Your soldiers are about to lose."

"I know."

Khorne's angry voice spread far away, forming a storm in the subspace, killing countless demons: "These loyal warriors...! They could have slaughtered wantonly under my command and enjoyed their duties as warriors.

I have obtained everything, but now I am willing to die for your damn carrion, bound by a sense of responsibility..."

"There is no honor at all..."

There was only pure reason in the Emperor's voice: "Because they are humans, not your daemons. That's why you always lose so miserably, Khorne. There is nothing on your mind but fighting, even that one

Even a stupid bluebird can play with you."

"Don't mention his name!" Khorne's eyes glowed red, and he angrily slapped the armrest of the chair again. This time, there was no storm in the subspace, but a certain star region in the real world suddenly became chaotic.

Various unreal illusions caused dozens of planets in that place to collapse instantly.

"I lost this time..." He said gloomily. "But you won't keep winning, Sun. I can fail countless times, but you can't bear it even once. I'm curious.

, how much help can the helper you find bring you? Or do you want to make him willing to die for you like you calculated against your other people? "

There was no answer, only several golden thunderbolts descended from the sky, draped on his brass throne. Khorne paid no attention to the damage, and he did not even bother to stand up from his chair. Although the Emperor may be the only person in the world worthy of him

He once again took up arms and fought with his own hands, but it was the Emperor, not the rotting corpse on the throne.

He said in a tone full of malice: "You are so angry...hahahahahaha!"

The thunderous laughter spread far away, and he received a cold snort. The Emperor replied without emotion: "You will not understand what humans can do for each other. I trust him, just as he trusts

I generally."

"Ah, yes. But you, the great Emperor of Mankind, don't even have anyone to talk to... you can only come to chat with your enemies. How pathetic!" Khorne laughed.

The emperor seemed to be infected, and there was a hint of smile in his voice: "When that day comes, I will be the last to kill you. That damn bird must die in front of you."

"I'll see." Khorne replied with a smile.