The Blood God's roar echoed in the void, as He proclaimed His name to the Empyrean and the real dimension.
He is war, ceaseless slaughter, a river of blood flowing through countless ages, every brutal fight and struggle, a crimson joy above the blackness of death.
"I have witnessed billions of wars, I have participated in billions of wars."
"Billions of warriors have offered billions of skulls in My name, billions of blood have flowed for billions of years in My name."
"The fires of war will burn for countless centuries, destroy countless nations, sever countless skulls, and even the gods cannot escape this fate."
"And I am War itself, I am the first drop of blood, I am the last drop of blood, therefore I was, I am, and I will be forever."
From the first group of archaea born in the sea devouring another group of archaea, to primitive humans using flint to hammer out the first spear to pierce the chest of their kin,
From the first bronze sword born from the furnace fire severing the first head, to the galloping wheels of chariots crushing the bodies of mortal flesh,
From the magnificent Expedition of horseshoes trampling the grasslands and slaughtering barbarians, to the nomadic tribes from the north slaughtering cities and building monuments,
From the bullets shot from the sparks of gun barrels, to the continuously rainy trenches,
Dwarves swinging slingshots at giants, Space Marines' light lances destroying continents and planets,
Riders on horseback drawing bows and arrows to kill Huns, Space Marines in power armor shooting aliens with boltguns,
Past, present, future, the scenes of every war unfolded within the Blood God's body, finally converging into a crimson joy.
The Blood God is War, War is the Blood God. The Blood God brings about every war, and is born from every war.
As long as war exists in any moment, past, present, or future, in the galaxy, the Blood God will forever sit upon the Brass Throne.
"However, how can war be without wounds and mutilation?"
"Wounds and death are both the fruits of war. Wounds are the glory of the warrior, mutilation is the proof of war."
"I am Khorne, I am the Blood God. I accept wounds and mutilation as part of war, accept these wounds as part of My body, bear the destiny of eternally sitting upon the Brass Throne, and bear all the wounds and mutilations that war brings."
"Warriors, do not fear wounds and mutilation. If war wounds you, you only need to remember that war must first wound Me."
"I am wounded with you, mutilated with you, bleed with you."
Almost at the instant the Blood God's voice resounded, the Blood God's domain began to expand violently. Blood flowed in the Warp, nourishing the Blood God's domain.
The scars suffered by countless warriors in war across the galaxy were simultaneously reflected upon the Blood God's body.
Gunshot wounds, knife wounds, sword wounds, burns, poison wounds, compression injuries, fracture wounds, festering wounds, radiation injuries—all the wounds generated in war appeared on Khorne's body.
Khorne endured all wounds generated in war, even before the warriors in war did.
But after these scars appeared on the Blood God's body, Khorne's power not only did not weaken in the slightest, but rose in layers, even revealing a sense of perfection and completeness.
For the immeasurable ages since His birth, the Blood God had only one regret He could not let go of.
As the God of War and Blood, no being had ever engaged Him in a truly brutal fight, no being had ever truly made Him bleed.
Until Nobita's bullet, by an extreme coincidence, pierced His thigh, causing the Blood God to bleed and suffer an incurable wound.
Now, the Blood God used this wound to offer His own blood as a sacrifice to the domain of heartless slaughter, and to Himself, bearing all the scars of war, expanding the domain of heartless slaughter.
Thereafter, the Blood God's followers no longer needed to fear death, nor even mutilation, because the Blood God bore the same damage as them. They needed to think of nothing; the Blood God carried everything, the Blood God bore everything. The Blood God was the savior of slaughter, and mortals only needed to kill, and that was enough.
The Blood God's domain became pure, became scorching, became even stronger, but the Blood God also had to bear the scars and forever sit upon the Brass Throne, with no chance of healing and exerting His full power.
The wound shot by Nobita became harmonized with the Blood God's very existence, as if it had always existed since the Blood God's birth, from past to future—a part of the Blood God, incurable, unerasable.
This was all to vent His anger, to punish that wisp of blue that had deceived the Blood God.
The Blood God once again raised His brass greatsword. This time, the sword no longer gleamed brightly as before, but was filled with scars and stained with blood, as if it had endured countless battles. Yet these wounds did not diminish the terror of the greatsword; instead, they enhanced it.
The Blood God once again swung His sword towards the galaxy where Alexander was located. The fury it carried was more than enough to destroy not just this one galaxy, but hundreds of galaxies.
Alexander could indeed use another Denkōmaru to push the sword back, but the Blood God's attack was too strong. One Denkōmaru would only last for one strike, exhausting its power.
It was likely that before Alexander could take out the next Denkōmaru, the Blood God's next sword strike would already arrive.
Fortunately, Alexander was well-prepared. He had no intention of clashing head-on with the Blood God from the beginning.
The Blood God was the strongest of the Four Gods, and Alexander was not a god. Why should Alexander clash head-on with Him?
That kind of head-on clash with the Blood God should be left to the Emperor!
As the Blood God accepted the destiny of eternally sitting upon the Brass Throne, Alexander also began his operation.
He took out a blue remote control with a handle from his pocket. The remote control was covered with screens, knobs, and a handle. Alexander quickly fiddled with the knobs on the box.
At the last moment before the Blood God's greatsword was about to fall, a brilliant blue halo instantly expanded outwards from Alexander, enveloping the entire galaxy in an instant.
[Item Name: Spacetime Transformer]
[Origin: 22nd Century Earth — Future Department Store]
[Production Time: 261.M3]
[Function: Can transform the designated area to the spacetime the user has visited within twenty-four hours. When using, carefully adjust the range, otherwise it will cause the spacetime dimensions to be misaligned.]
Almost instantly, the blue light submerged the entire galaxy, and spacetime began to transform.
Alexander looked up at the Blood God in the faint light, his finger sweeping across the hot clapperboard & robot director, a hint of sadness, melancholy, and helplessness on his face.
"Sorry, it's all the Emperor's doing, I had no choice," Alexander said with an apologetic tone.
Then, the Blood God's greatsword fell from the Empyrean, but His sword only tore through large expanses of space and vacuum, hitting nothing.
The entire galaxy inexplicably vanished beneath the Blood God's greatsword, leaving no trace.