The Eldest Prince is indeed naturally suspicious!
Alexander shook his head slightly, sighing in his heart.
The Eldest Prince was so suspicious that he wouldn't even cultivate in such a safe place as his pocket.
Fortunately, Alexander had a solution.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a piece of parchment, and casually tossed it to Ryan.
Ryan caught the parchment with one hand and looked down at it.
On the parchment, the Emperor's signature was clearly visible, and the Emperor's Psyker energy subtly flowed from it.
The parchment clearly stated something like, 'Your uncle Zhou's pocket is safe; you may enter to heal your wounds.'
It was just that the handwriting, apart from the signature, looked as if it had been written a few minutes ago.
Although there was a slight doubt, the Emperor's signature and Psyker energy could not be faked.
Ryan casually put away the parchment and nodded slightly to Alexander, saying, "Alright."
Alexander didn't hesitate. He took a few steps to Ryan's side and shoved him into his pocket.
And the Blood God, like an honest, simple man, watched the entire scene without disturbing Alexander's actions.
Because in the Blood God's eyes, Alexander was also an honest man.
On Baal, Alexander and the Blood God had a fair and just duel: Khârn against Alexander, Sanguinius against Angron. The two gods fought a bloody battle.
On Terra, it made the Blood God even more excited. The daemon he created not only shattered Skarbrand but also caused the Blood God's thigh to ache even now.
Khârn's growth to this level, slaying Erebus, also had Alexander's contribution.
In the Blood God's view, Alexander was a much more trustworthy person than Tzeentch or the Emperor.
Especially since his primary domain was Malicious Art, a domain that encompasses creation, power, and machinery, as well as destruction, war machines, and the arts of slaughter.
And war cannot exist without weapons and war machines, so the Blood God naturally hoped for this domain to truly manifest, producing more and more efficient killing machines.
So the Blood God was willing to wait a bit for Alexander, to see what Alexander ultimately intended to do.
Alexander was also a little surprised that the Blood God allowed him to put Ryan into his pocket. Alexander instantly recalled the Emperor's somewhat playful assessment of the Blood God: The Blood God is an honest god.
Compared to Tzeentch, Slaanesh, and Nurgle, the Blood God was indeed a relatively simpler deity.
Tzeentch and Slaanesh go without saying, and Nurgle is not as simple as he appears on the surface. Nurgle's schemes are more like planting a seed and patiently waiting for it to grow. By the time people discover it, Nurgle's corruption has already grown into a towering tree, unstoppable.
The Blood God... the Blood God's schemes were too straightforward. His trick of using Khârn to cultivate a new Primarch was detected by the Emperor early on.
Not to mention that his allowing Khârn to kill Erebus itself exposed his intentions; his coveting the anger of all beings towards the Great Heresy was intimately related to the Emperor himself. A good deal of that anger was even directed at the Emperor himself.
Including Khârn challenging Angron to the Blood God, this matter was also within Alexander and the Emperor's plans. Both had already made preparations.
Just then, the Blood God vaguely felt the Emperor's power receding, placing this star system before the Blood God, within the range of the Blood God's influence.
If the Blood God wished, he could now draw his sword and swing it down at this star system, directly destroying the entire system.
The Blood God was astonished by this sudden change.
"This is both a father-son duel and our second confrontation. How can the Emperor be allowed to interfere?"
Alexander smiled slightly and said to the Blood God beyond the crimson clouds in the sky:
"Blood God, I ask on behalf of Khârn once more: Do you accept Khârn's challenge?!"
The Blood God involuntarily let out a battle cry.
Blood boiled within him. He felt that he had indeed not misjudged Doraemon.
Unlike him, the Emperor, and Tzeentch, he was not a petty man who hid behind schemes and dared not face battle directly.
He even dared to place his precious physical body before the Blood God, coming to declare war on him.
But the Blood God still lowered his voice and growled, asking:
"You will not intervene?"
"Your avatar will not intervene?"
"Do you think I would profane this blood battle?"
Alexander sneered in response:
"I will not intervene, and my avatar will not intervene. I will only bestow blessings upon Khârn, allowing Khârn to fight you on my behalf."
"Just as you bestow blessings upon Angron, allowing Angron to fight me on your behalf."
"I swear by the Four Gods, there is no falsehood in these words. If I do not keep my promise, you may freely swing your sword at this star system..."
When Alexander said he swore by the Four Gods, he was thinking of the Emperor, Tzeentch, Cegorach, and the Deceiver.
...Does the mighty Blood God lack confidence in his own sword?"
"Or is it that the so-called Khorne is actually a coward who dares not face battle?"
Indeed, at this very moment and place, the Emperor's power had receded. Even if the Blood God was severely wounded, he could still swing his sword at this star system.
Even if Saint Doraemon himself had the ability to withstand a blow from the Blood God,
But if the Blood God was ruthless enough, accepting the wounds on his leg, allowing the disfigurement to become part of the Blood God himself, accepting the destiny of forever sitting on the Brass Throne, he could return to completeness.
A sword swung in such a state, Saint Doraemon, an existence not yet truly ascended to godhood, could never withstand it... Yet Saint Doraemon stood personally before the Blood God, showing immense sincerity.
One could even say, this was practically a provocation to the Blood God.
He stood before the Blood God, and the Blood God actually lacked the courage to face him?
...
After a moment of silence, the Blood God let out a wild, unrestrained laugh.
He hadn't fully digested the domain he had snatched from Tzeentch, and was influenced by the traces Tzeentch left within it, actually becoming hesitant.
The challenger stood at the other end of the arena, on the warm sand, raising his blade to declare war on the Blood God. How could the Blood God not accept the challenge?
Schemes?
Tricks?
Those were the ways of cowards.
The Blood God did not trust such things.
Nor did he believe that such things could defeat him.
Only battle! Only battle!!!
The Blood God let out an incessant roar.
The boundary between reality and the Warp further blurred. The entire star system seemed to be falling into the Blood God's domain.
And just then, the scent of sulfur rose in the void, and angry wildfires burned across the land.
He roared, he raged, he scorned everything.
He was slaughter, he was blood, he was the red sands of Nuceria.
He was boundless burning.
The crimson behemoth stepped into reality on a burning path, entering the bridge of the Blessed Lady. Its crimson wings glowed with the luster of molten rock, illuminating its surroundings.
Those eyes, brimming with fury, stared at Khârn standing before him.
He opened his mouth slightly, and the scent of blood, sulfur, charcoal, and eight thousand other odors of war poured forth.
His expression was a mix of anger and joy, disgust and affection.
"Khârn!!!!!" Angron roared, Angron bellowed, Angron surged forward wreathed in fire.