"Liar!!!!"
The Blood God's roar echoed throughout the Warp, boundless fury igniting the tides of the Empyrean.
Countless Khorne daemons and innumerable Khorne followers in the mortal realms simultaneously let out furious roars.
Their eyes were bloodshot, boundless killing intent surged within them, wantonly slaughtering everything around them, even their comrades and brothers.
The entire universe seemed to become scorching hot at this moment; the light of the stars was tinged with blood, the air was filled with choking grit, the ground became scalding as if molten lava flowed beneath it, and even people's blood felt a restless agitation.
In the Empyrean, Slaanesh and Nurgle, who were ravaging Tzeentch's domain, were slightly surprised and cast their gaze towards the roaring Blood God.
They hadn't seen the Blood God this furious in many years and didn't understand what had caused such a reaction.
In Nurgle's Garden, Mortarion placed three twenty-sided dice into a snail shell he held, then shook the shell in his hand, muttering:
"Numerology holds true meaning, I'll tell it to you in detail."
"If we speak of numerology, the holy numbers can be clearly distinguished."
"Seven comes first, nine comes after, entering stagnation and decay to transform."
"Eight comes after, six comes before, year after year of war and eternal joy."
"Open!!!"
The three dice fell from the snail shell. Mortarion glanced at the three dice, then turned and placed the snail shell on the brazier beside him, roasting it until the surface of the shell cracked.
Mortarion counted the cracks on the snail shell, then combined them with the numbers shown on the three dice, calculating with his fingers.
"Hey!"
"The Blood God lost Angron!"
The Blood God didn't understand how Khârn and Alexander had done it; he only felt he had been deceived, blinded, and tricked.
He felt his trust and respect had been defiled, felt that a battle that should have been full of courage, slaughter, and blood had turned into a complete farce.
He would not accept it!! He would never accept it!!!
The Blood God let out a series of war cries; he would deliver the Blood God's punishment to the deceivers.
Screech-------
A sharp, resonant sound suddenly rang out, piercing and shrill, like countless blades being drawn simultaneously.
The Brass Greatsword leaning beside the Blood God's throne seemed to sense its master's wrath, roaring, screaming, furious.
The Brass Greatsword had not yet been drawn, but reality was already split and torn apart.
The entire star system where the Blessed Lady was located was ripped open, a hideous gap spanning the heavens of the star system.
A giant, seated on the Brass Throne, clad in hideous black armor, bathed in blood, with one leg twisted and crippled, gazed down at the entire star system.
Almost at the moment he appeared, Astartes and mortals throughout the star system felt a burning pain in their lungs, as if raging fire was burning fiercely, about to spew out wild flames the next moment.
Then, a Fallen Angel who saw Khorne's figure felt fear; he trembled and retreated, but before he could take a few steps, a fierce fire ignited within him, and the raging flames directly consumed the Fallen Angel entirely.
After the first death, more Astartes and mortals were engulfed by the Blood God's wrath; any coward would suffer Khorne's boundless fury.
"Pray to the Emperor! Do not fear!"
"The Emperor is with us! Lion is with us!"
"We are the Dark Angels, the first among Astartes; we fear no darkness in the galaxy!"
Ezekiel's Psyker power flowed with the pervasive furnace smoke, spreading in all directions to every Dark Angel, protecting the minds of every Astartes.
On the Light Lord, Reyna, who had been constantly accumulating Psyker power deep in the ship's hold, slowly opened her eyes. Around her was inscribed a complex set of Psyker runes, the masterpiece of Mephiston and Astra Telepathica Steward Kellam Purion.
The sole purpose of this formation was to expand Reyna's Psyker power, allowing it to resonate with every warrior of the Saint Doraemon Battle Group.
Almost all Astartes and mortals of the Doraemon Battle Group felt their minds become clear and flawless.
They knew no fear, knew no dread, knew no confusion; like Reyna, they knew not... knew not, knew not.
On the Conqueror, Captain Sarine used a servo-arm to punch Kossolax unconscious.
Logically, the appearance of the Blood God's figure would only awaken the World Eaters' Butcher's Nails, leaving only rage in their hearts, with no room for cowardice.
But Kossolax was different; he had once faced Angron at close range and managed to escape despite the Butcher's Nails, even retaining a considerable amount of sanity.
So, at the moment the Blood God's figure appeared, Captain Sarine quickly knocked Kossolax unconscious, fearing that he might show cowardice under the Blood God's influence and be burned to ashes by his wrath.
The Blood God's gaze did not linger on these Astartes and mortals; he fixed it upon the Blessed Lady, upon Angron, Khârn, and Alexander.
"Liar!!! Shameless liar!!!"
"I will not accept it!!!"
A blood-scented roar rang out. Khorne raised the Brass Greatsword, its blade piercing the Warp's celestial winds. Violent tremors simultaneously occurred in the galaxy and the Warp; the towering Skull Towers behind the Blood God instantly collapsed and disintegrated.
The skulls offered to the Blood God, of children, elders, youths, adults, men, women, mortals, Astartes, daemons, Dwarves, Eldar, Necron, Orks, Tau—countless races, countless beings—burned, transforming into a flaming wasteland, overlapping with the Brass Greatsword, providing power to this greatsword.
Eight thousand stars flickered within the sword, eight thousand races were destroyed within the sword, eight thousand worlds ran with rivers of blood within the sword.
In an instant, all beings in the entire galaxy instinctively looked up. They found that the sun in the sky had dimmed; the original position of the stars had been replaced by a greatsword of blood.
Then, this sword descended towards reality.
The very structure of reality was crushed, the veil burned to complete ash, and the Emperor's Psyker power stubbornly flickered in the Warp, forming the last barrier to resist the Blood God's sword light.
But only the star system where Alexander and his companions were located received no protection; this star system would directly face the Blood God's might.
A current-like sound rang out, and the brightly shining toy shortsword lit up.
Alexander, whose body was so tiny compared to the Blood God, stepped forward and swung a sword towards the Brass Greatsword descending from the Empyrean—
All beings in the galaxy saw it: a golden, electric-like light flashed and then extinguished, turning gray, becoming ashes in the Blood God's fiery wrath.
But in the moment before that toy-like shortsword dissipated, the Blood God's greatsword was deflected, forcefully pushed back.
"Good!!!!"
Even in his anger, the Blood God couldn't help but utter a word of praise.
But this did not mean he would give up.
The God of War laughed heartily, blood flowing ceaselessly from his thigh.
"I am Khorne, the Blood God!"
"I am the God of Slaughter, the Blood King, the Brass Hound, the Fire of Fury, the Great Butcher."
"Mortals fear me, calling me by eight hundred eighty-eight million, eight hundred eighty-eight thousand names, but I have only one name: War!!!"
"War!!! War!!! War!!!"