Chapter 345: The Blood God Begins to Think
Life withered in the smoke, while hatred and blood delivered news of the battlefield.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The scorched earth trembled, craters forming one after another. Dust clouds billowing with black smoke were torn apart by a speeding figure. The Bloodthirsters were forced to dodge and weave, their attention fully focused on the sky.
Karna's trail was never hidden. His blazing form was like a flaming meteor tearing through the sky.
Dazzling, blinding, without a trace of concealment.
But seeing it didn't necessarily mean escaping it.
Intuition screamed warnings. The Bloodthirsters snapped their heads around, their gazes piercing the gloomy western sky.
Even in this domain where the Blood God and the Angel clashed, where smoke surged from artillery fire and the battles of godlike beings obscured vision, that scorching brilliance was still clearly visible through the chaos.
He flashed suddenly behind their formation, knees and elbows slightly bent, spear tip poised.
Psychic power propelled his light body forward. The speed was incredible; dozens of meters in the blink of an eye. Just as a Bloodthirster bent its legs to dodge, Karna spread his legs like a hurdler, toes tapping the ground.
Bang!
The already terrifying speed exploded.
The spear thrust straight out.
No complicated moves. Extreme speed itself was the supreme killing technique. The Bloodthirster's instinct to dodge had just reached its feet when the Spear of the Crimson Dawn arrived.
In the world of martial arts, speed defines the winner. It only had time to press down with its greatsword. Before sparks could even fly, the spear tip had pierced its abdomen.
The Greater Daemon's body was lifted into the air, pinned on the spear across the battlefield. The scenery on both sides retreated madly in its crimson vision. Sound never reached its ears until the body was burned to nothing by flames.
Hmm~
Watching Karna, who remained hovering steadily outside the rift maintaining a provocative stance after killing the Bloodthirster, Ramesses nodded with satisfaction, then shifted more attention to Romulus.
As for Arthur, he didn't need much attention.
Of course, it wasn't that he blindly believed in Arthur's prowess.
Mainly because if Arthur couldn't win, he would say so.
Following Romulus's grind, conducting warp research with him, and his own sufficient understanding of the galaxy gave him enough judgment to support Arthur in making relatively accurate decisions.
And Ramesses really didn't look down on Slaanesh—
Just those junkies who would die if they went off their meds, with Fulgrim's temperament... it really wasn't arrogance. Just think about how such a team could fight the Dark Angels?
Thinking of this, Ramesses peeked at Arthur's side.
The Emperor's Children were still being beaten by the Dark Angels at the rift entrance.
'Mm, Master Art is as reassuring as ever.'
Ramesses nodded with satisfaction after observing the situation.
Compared to Karna, who liked to show off and whose true strength was uncertain due to the idealistic characteristics bestowed by the warp; or Romulus, who was busy day and night and needed partners to fill in many details.
Arthur's data was very accurate and authoritative.
His stats were exactly what they appeared to be, without a hint of falsehood.
Bang!
A gauntleted hand smashed the armrest. Watching another subordinate killed in a single encounter, hatred and anger erupted from the Blood God's eyes in the Blood Realm.
On Cadia, the much-anticipated surface battle stalled with the mindless charge of the enemy commander, and the impending end of the war made the Blood God, gazing upon this place, furious.
The war itself satisfied the Blood God. The pure hatred poured out by both loyalists and traitors, the spilled hot blood, all satisfied Him.
However, since the start of the war, neither Bloodthirsters, Khorne Champions, nor lowly mortal soldiers had offered Him a skull worth collecting.
All this was taken away by this Burning Angel who embraced his own power.
Souls, skulls, even the masterpieces of war He personally carved were forcibly taken away by the opponent.
The Blood God was beyond angry.
But He could only stop at anger.
He couldn't enter realspace, and the warp was vast. They couldn't even catch Vashtorr, let alone Karna, who shared countless prayers meant for the Emperor.
Watching Karna slaughter those Bloodthirsters like a hawk hunting chicks, jets of hot steam sprayed from the Blood God's nostrils.
It was simply unsightly.
After all, they were just inferior Greater Daemons. Even if bloated with warp power, they were like inflated skins, unable to do anything except explode with a poke.
"Blood God! Let me go!"
Ka'Bandha's roar shook the void. This Bloodthirster, who had fought the Blood Angels for eons, broke ranks, eyes burning with the fanaticism of war.
Death?
It never considered such a trivial matter.
Beside the Skull Throne, eight of the Blood God's strongest Bloodthirsters stood like statues.
These harbingers of war, usually hostile to each other, now stood solemnly on the plain paved with skulls, awaiting the god's command.
Here, any cowardice would invite the Blood God's fiercest wrath.
"..."
Facing Ka'Bandha's request, the Blood God fell into a rare silence.
His daemons didn't worry about dying, but He did.
Clatter~
A pile of skulls suddenly collapsed and slid down.
The Blood God raised His eyes, slowly scanning these eight ultimate warriors.
They were completely different from the consumables in the eternal war, and certainly not the inferior goods being slaughtered by Karna like chicks at this moment.
In endless conquests, these eight Greater Daemons had forged unique martial traits. They were the god's most precious trophies, indivisible parts of His divinity.
Even an existence as loathsome to Him as Skarbrand—this chief Greater Daemon, a disgrace who dared to sneak attack the god and then cower afterwards—the Blood God only exiled him, rather than destroying him completely.
Except for the Emperor, the Four Gods wouldn't think of completely destroying the precious Greater Daemons under each other's command.
But the four fighting for humanity in realspace now were existences truly capable of erasing a daemon's essence. They never followed the unspoken rules of the warp, nor disdained to maintain the subtle tacit understanding between gods.
Like a group of players throwing figures into a sandbox to play, suddenly four thugs barged in who would smash, steal, and reforge the figures. Anyone facing such a situation would have to consider carefully.
Damn it, send one up and four more come.
Thinking of this, the Blood God was very displeased.
After this long conflict, which He had paid close attention to, the Blood God, having obtained most information through war, gradually discarded the filters woven by Tzeentch to fool Him and began to face these opponents squarely.
Although the Blood God did hope to obtain the Angel—the opponent's warp entity was highly compatible with Him, and He believed that as long as He could seize Karna and occupy humanity's worship of him, His status in the warp would completely overwhelm the other three gods.
But He really didn't want to send His warriors out, at least not now.
Yes, He liked to go all-in, but that was because the endless wars in the universe made Him strong. Even if you are righteously angry and kill for the Emperor, anger and blood still belong to the Blood God. Every time He encroached on realspace, it was to create anger and slaughter. You can't kill Him with anger and slaughter.
'Khorne cares not from whence the blood flows.' This Imperium had always suited the Blood God's taste. He could gain far more than He invested.
If betting a daemon like Ka'Bandha could defeat and bring back Karna, the Blood God naturally wouldn't be stingy with such an opportunity.
But at this moment—
On the land of Cadia, the Burning Angel, relying on the power of faith to transcend most pawns, had already proven his strength, forcing the gods to reconsider their positioning of them.
Is this a pawn whose fate they manipulate at will, or a newborn player?
Could the likes of Ka'Bandha, Anggrath, or Skarbrand truly defeat Karna relying on the warp tides hovering over Cadia?
Rarely, the Blood God, no longer influenced by so-called filters and beginning to face the opponent squarely, began to think.
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