A scarlet rift, spanning across the heavens, suddenly bloomed in space, its edges seething with countless wailing demonic phantoms.
These twisted phantoms extended their sharp claws, frantically tearing at the rift's edges, causing this spatial wound to continuously expand.
The blood-red light pouring from the rift dyed the entire starfield a dark red, as if the universe had been gashed open, a bleeding wound.
The warring Ork and Necron Warriors armies were simultaneously seized by an invisible force.
The Ork Warboss's body melted like a candle into a bloody pulp, his green skin peeling away in the energy storm, revealing the boiling muscle tissue beneath.
Meanwhile, the Necron Lord's metallic body disintegrated into a shimmering stream of particles; the living metal, immortal for sixty million years, now scattered like grains of sand.
His throne began to collapse, countless millennia of accumulated technological creations exploding one after another under the Warp's corruption, ancient energy cores overloading one by one, erupting in dazzling blue light.
Alex's ears and nose bled, tiny drops of blood floating around him in the zero-gravity environment.
But he still held his staff high, the veins on his arms bulging like tree roots.
The magic circle's light had already enveloped more than half of the Battle Moon, its runes moving across the metallic surface like living things.
Energy spread along the collision surface towards the Necron Throne World, and wherever it passed, the fabric of reality shattered like fragile glass.
The Warp rift, like a hungry maw, slowly swallowed the two planets, the turbulent energy erupting from its edges pulverizing all nearby planetary debris.
With a deafening void explosion, these two colossal objects were forcibly pushed into the boiling Khorne's domain.
The Battle Moon's rough steel shell and the Throne World violently collided in the Warp's chaotic currents, unleashing world-destroying energy impacts.
The impact of metal against metal generated visible shockwaves, temporarily dispersing even the nearby Warp Storm.
"Boom—!!!"
Khorne's domain vibrated violently under this unprecedented impact.
Brass fortresses collapsed in swathes, those eternally burning furnaces exploding on impact, scalding brass liquid pouring down like a torrential rain.
The sea of blood churned up thousand-meter waves, viscous blood plasma crashing against the collapsing fortresses, dragging countless demons into the abyss.
The demon legions, engaged in eternal warfare, were torn to shreds by the sudden metal storm, their severed limbs mixing with fragments of the Battle Moon, forming a bizarre storm of flesh and metal.
Countless skull towers were pulverized in the explosions, those trophies cherished by Khorne for millions of years turning to dust in an instant.
The Blood God's roar echoed throughout the dimension, the sound like the convergence of battle cries erupting simultaneously from a million battlefields: "Damn it!"
But then, this Lord of War let out a low chuckle—a muffled sound like boiling lava reverberating through the sea of blood.
Because he saw the Orks and Necron Warriors still fighting on the planets; these fanatical warriors continued to attack each other even amidst the chaos of dimensional transfer.
Ork Chainsword were deeply embedded in the Necron Warriors' metallic skeletons, while the Necron Warriors' beam weapons evaporated the green-skinned warriors into charcoal.
Their blood and fury became the perfect sacrifice, every splattering drop tracing a scarlet trajectory in the void.
A massive vertical pupil suddenly opened in the blood-red sky, reflecting countless worlds in the process of destruction.
It stared directly at Alex, its gaze burning his soul like a tangible flame.
A scorching blessing power poured into his body, and dense, blood-red runes immediately appeared on Alex's skin.
At the same time, the void split open a crack, and a scarlet battle-axe entwined with chains pierced the reality barrier, drops of never-coagulating demon blood still dripping from its blade; it plunged heavily before Alex, smashing spiderweb-like cracks into the metallic ground.
Ahriman's face changed drastically; his psychic senses detected the terrifying curse contained within this weapon: "Quickly, throw it away! This is—"
His warning was cut short, his voice drowned out by a sudden surge of war drums.
But Alex had already grasped the axe handle.
In an instant, countless war visions surged into his mind like a tide.
He saw himself standing atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, stepping on the shattered heads of gods, blood staining the entire land…
He saw himself leading endless legions of demons, unleashing a tide of destruction across the galaxy, civilizations turning to ash wherever he passed…
He saw himself standing shoulder to shoulder with the Blood God before the Brass Throne, raising a toast and drinking wine brewed from mortal souls…
His lips uncontrollably curved into a dangerous arc, and his eyes flashed with a scarlet glow no different from that of an abyssal demon; his formerly clear and rational gaze was now completely consumed by pure murderous desire.
He could feel a savage power surging through his veins, every inch of his skin craving the baptism of blood.
The Blood God's laughter echoed across countless dimensions, that hoarse and delighted voice carrying the satisfaction of a player laying down a crucial piece.
The blood pools in the Brass Fortress boiled even more intensely with excitement, the viscous blood plasma churning, and countless hideous demons crawled out of the pools, raising their ugly heads, greedily sniffing the fresh scent of blood in the air, emitting hungry roars one after another.
However, just then, a sudden change occurred.
Alex's body suddenly erupted with dazzling golden light, and a cold sun slowly rose behind him, its holy golden radiance piercing the sky like a sharp sword, completely dispelling the blood-red clouds that covered the heavens.
The blood-red energy on his body receded like a tide, forcibly driven into the battle-axe, and the hideous demonic runes on his skin also faded away.
When the blood-red color in his eyes completely receded, it was replaced by a golden light shining like stars.
The battle-axe he gripped tightly vibrated violently, emitting a deafening clang of blades, interspersed with the angry shouts and wails of countless souls.
When the light dispersed, the formerly hideous demonic battle-axe had been reborn, transforming into a brand new weapon, golden-red all over, radiating divine majesty.
The light flowing on the axe blade contained both destructive power and the sacredness of salvation.
Seeing his move so easily cleared, the Blood God let out a deafening roar, its bellow shaking the entire Brass Demon Domain, causing countless demons to tremble in terror at the terrifying sound wave.
But facing the cold sun rising behind Alex's head, even the tyrannical Blood God had to temporarily retreat.
A hint of apprehension flashed in the scarlet eye in the sky, then it gradually disappeared into the churning blood mist.
After the Blood God retreated, Alex immediately turned to Ahriman, the golden light still in his eyes, his voice deep and authoritative: "Teleport everyone who is still alive away."
They were still aboard the Ork Battle Moon, and at this moment, this fortress of war, forged of steel and savagery, had been completely dragged into Khorne's domain.
The blood-red sky all around surged with killing intent, the air permeated with a rusty, bloody smell, and in the distance, the insane sounds of demons and Orks clashing could be heard.
For Alex and the others, dying here was not a matter of great concern, but it was different for the Imperial Army soldiers still fighting—if they died here, their souls would be devoured by the Blood God, never to find release.
Fortunately, with the help of the Cold Sun, teleporting these survivors was not difficult for him.
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