Spatial rifts spread like a spiderweb, and through the cracks, glimpses of the bizarre Warp could be seen.
Blinding blue-white light suddenly flared like a supernova, instantly engulfing everything on the battlefield.
Within the light, everyone's figures became blurred silhouettes, their weapons and armor reduced to dark outlines in the intense glare.
Then, in a dazzling flash, everything vanished.
In this extremely violent energy vortex, all of the warriors' senses were completely shattered!
Sight, hearing, and touch were all twisted and torn, consciousness felt like it had been thrown into the core of a supernova explosion.
All that remained before their eyes was an extremely dazzling white light, a light thousands of times more blinding than a star's core, as if they were staring directly at the first ray of light at the universe's creation.
Their ears were filled with piercing high-frequency noise, a sound like millions of Chainsword simultaneously cutting metal, or the shrieking of countless pieces of glass being crushed, as if the entire universe had frozen at that moment!
Even the sturdiest power armor groaned under the strain of such an energy storm.
Only the intense feeling of weightlessness made everyone feel as though they were plummeting into an endless abyss, spinning uncontrollably!
Their internal organs churned within their bodies, and their bones groaned in pain amidst the chaotic gravity.
The sense of time was completely distorted; a second stretched into eternity, yet a thousand years seemed to pass in an instant.
When the astonishing light finally began to recede, the first thing that came into view was the Orks' characteristic rusty red deck!
The crude weld marks looked like scars from a giant beast's claws, the crooked rivets resembled festering pustules, and the ubiquitous Ork graffiti depicted various scenes of violence with the wildest brushstrokes—crude skulls, dripping choppas, exploding spacecraft, each one exuding primal savagery.
The sound of a few pieces of scrap metal rolling on the deck was a hundred times more grating than sandpaper!
These metal fragments bounced and collided on the uneven deck, emitting a teeth-grinding screech, like the noise of fingernails scratching a blackboard amplified a thousandfold.
In the distance, the two berserkers were still fighting!
Muswag and Tzanazte were like two maddened beasts, dark red Demon Blood pouring down like rain!
Each of their clashes erupted in dazzling blood-red light, and the sparks from claws colliding with axes traced deadly arcs in the air.
Every drop of blood seared smoking pits into the metal deck, the pungent smell of sulfur so strong it could suffocate a giant beast!
The smell was like rotten eggs mixed with burnt rubber, or molten asphalt blended with the stench of decaying corpses; just inhaling it made their eyes burn and throats constrict.
Rough Ork structures loomed all around, their crooked metal supports like gnawed bones of giant beasts, and twisted steel beams hung with various trophies—rusty Chainsword, bullet-riddled skulls, and the shattered remains of Titans!
Each trophy was covered in the Orks' characteristic red markings, glowing with a blood-red sheen in the dim light.
The air was filled with a mixture of machine oil and fungal spores, a smell more nauseating than a decaying swamp!
The heavy machine oil vapor irritated their nasal passages, while the drifting green spores rooted and sprouted in their lungs, causing a stinging sensation with every breath.
When water droplets condensed on the metal walls and dripped, they would carry down a sticky layer of green fungal growth.
The most shocking thing was the duel between the two Daemon Princes!
Every swing of Muswag's battle-axe stirred up a storm of blood, the trajectory of the axe blade leaving a lingering crimson afterimage in the air; Tzanazte's bone claws, meanwhile, left dark trails of death in the air, those claw marks seeming to tear reality itself.
The sparks from each of their clashes were more dazzling than a stellar explosion!
The blinding light illuminated the entire battlefield as if it were daytime, even the sturdiest Ork armor glowed red.
The shockwaves sent surrounding metal fragments flying, those sharp metal pieces spinning through space like the Grim Reaper's scythe.
A few Orks, foolish enough to approach, were torn to shreds by the lingering energy!
Their green bodies were ripped apart like rag dolls, internal organs and metal parts spraying onto the deck in a gruesome mix.
"WAAAGH!!!" A few green-skinned warriors were still excitedly roaring, their foolish brains completely unable to comprehend the horror before them.
But in an instant, they were blasted into a bloody mist by the residual energy! Their green flesh exploded like fireworks, forming a bloody ring of mist around the Daemon Princes.
The runes on Muswag's armor glowed like burning lava; this battlefield was perfectly to his liking!
Every rune flickered wildly, greedily sucking up the pervasive slaughter energy on the battlefield.
In a human Hive City, he would have been constrained, but now? He had no reservations!
These Orks were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter in his eyes!
He grinned, swinging his battle-axe, each strike carrying the long-suppressed pleasure of brutality, sending more ignorant green-skins into eternal darkness.
"Come fight! Coward!" Muswag roared with laughter, swinging his battle-axe, the sound waves making the surrounding metal supports hum.
His battle-axe carved a perfect crimson arc, and the surrounding Orks fell in swathes like wheat, their green heads flying into the air with expressions of disbelief.
The surviving Orks finally realized their fear and began to scatter, but they could not escape the Daemon Prince's harvesting blade.
Blood, gore, and metal fragments danced wildly in the air, forming a tableau of primal war and violence!
Scarlet blood droplets and green bodily fluids intertwined like rain, and sharp metal fragments spun and flew in the energy storm, each reflecting the murderous light of the battlefield.
The entire space seemed to have transformed into a giant meat grinder, mercilessly crushing all life caught within it.
The fierce battle between the two Daemon Princes transformed the entire area into a battlefield inferno, with new victims joining the bloody feast every second!
Piles of Ork limbs and severed bodies accumulated, and shattered weapons and armor fragments covered the entire ground.
The air was thick with the heavy smell of blood and the acrid stench of burning metal, causing even the most ferocious Ork warriors to instinctively retreat.
Although weakened by the Blood God's curse, Muswag's complete demonic form still displayed overwhelming power!
Each of his steps caused the metal deck to dent and deform, and the wind pressure generated by his axe swings alone could send nearby Orks flying.
Every muscle line contained destructive explosive power, and the runes on his armor glowed with a deadly red light!
Those ancient Chaos runes writhed like living things, each flicker releasing chilling energy fluctuations.
In contrast, Tzanazte's incomplete body continuously leaked Chaos energy, with unstable energy currents spewing from the wound on his left side.
The struggle between the two Daemon Princes had reached a white-hot stalemate!
Every collision of battle-axe and claw erupted in dazzling energy sparks, the shockwaves clearing all debris within dozens of meters around them.
Their roars intertwined, forming a soul-shaking symphony of death, and even space itself trembled slightly under the terrifying sound waves.
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