[Soon after, the corpse-strewn land of the Blood Plains begins to roar, the noise not just from the volcanoes but from the approach of a massive, heavily armored force.]
[Eighty-eight giant steel bulls covered in heavy, blood-colored armor—massive constructs of iron and rage—are perfectly controlled by the daemonic vampires riding them, forming the Blood Crushing Cavalry and launching a terrifying charge directly towards you.]
[Countless Blood-blossom are crushed by the huge iron hooves, pulverized under the immense weight, creating a visible, blood-colored road where petals and sickeningly fragrant dust fly up into the scarlet air.]
[You and Draigo each raise the Storm Bolter in your palm, your new 'Iron Hand' and his ancient, purified weapon.]
[The roar of the huge bolts seems to resound throughout the realm of Khorne for the first time, a sharp, mechanical counterpoint to the daemonic shrieks.]
[You narrow your cyan wolf eyes, calmly firing controlled bursts at the daemonic vampires riding the giant steel bulls, aiming for the riders' exposed necks and heads.]
[The bolts fired by Draigo seem to be wrapped in psychic flames, the silver casings leaving trails of shimmering blue light.]
[Every time he fires, a huge steel bull is completely ignited by the impact of the psychic bolt, causing the painful howl of the terrifying daemon construct as the holy fire burns its core.]
[The sharp vanguard of the Blood Crushing Cavalry gets closer and closer to you, the ground shaking violently beneath the hooves.]
[The corpses scattered all over the ground seem to feel the shock from the iron hooves, the bones rattling.]
[The broken bones and limbs gradually emerge from the shadow of the Fear Flower corpses, as if the dead are about to revive, only to be crushed again.]
[As the Blood-blossom fly and shatter around you, a heavy ammunition box, fully loaded, falls heavily from one of your servo mechanical arms, the accidental impact smashing a lot of yellow and smelly broken skulls beneath your feet.]
[You raise the empty-barreled Storm Bolter without hesitation, the weapon clicking on empty.]
[The flexible servo mechanical arm quickly retracts the depleted weapon and reloads the exhausted ammunition for you from another container, the speed inhuman.]
[At this moment, a violent steel bull that has just lost its driver—the rider killed by one of Draigo's bolts—rushes to you first, its immense momentum unchecked.]
[You subconsciously drive the 'Iron Shell' armor to dodge sideways, the heavy suit shifting with surprising agility, and the 'Khorne Axe' in your other hand is directly thrust out in front of you.]
[The terrifying axe blade, empowered by Chaos and your strength, easily cuts into the thick, blood-colored steel armor of the bull, and with just one stroke, it splits the giant body of the violent steel bull, cleaving the daemon construct completely in two, the halves crashing to the ground in molten streams.]
[Draigo, with a solemn expression, suddenly raises the Titansword, channeling immense power.]
[With the leap of a large amount of psychic light, a huge wall of pure psychic flames rises from the ground in an instant, a shimmering, vertical barrier of light blocking the Blood Crusher Cavalry's main charge path.]
[You quickly adjust the shooting mode of the 'Iron Hand' Storm Bolter to full automatic, emptying your clip faster.]
[You pull the trigger without hesitation, sending a continuous stream of heavy fire.]
[One after another, the burst of explosive bolts continues to bombard each Blood Crusher Cavalry member who tries to cross the psychic flames, targeting their exposed joints and visors.]
[Your servo-mechanical arm also keeps replenishing the consumed ammunition for the Storm Bolter, feeding it belts and clips seamlessly.]
[You almost use this sturdy and durable Storm Bolter as a heavy suppression weapon, the torrent of rounds devastating.]
[For a moment, with the tacit cooperation between you and Draigo—the shield and the ceaseless assault—the Blood Crusher Cavalry, whose charge momentum was abruptly stopped, is slaughtered by you both, unable to breach the flame wall or withstand the heavy bolt fire.]
[However, 8,888 Bloodletters wielding hellblades and Blood Reavers of Khorne followers, who let out terrifying roars, gradually emerge from behind the cavalry charge and begin to surround you, their sheer numbers suffocating.]
[You quickly make an accurate judgment of the battlefield situation, scanning the thousands of approaching blades.]
["Draigo, mobile warfare! We can't let them surround us!" You shout to Draigo with a solemn expression, recognizing the danger of being bogged down by sheer mass.]
[The other party blinks his deep eyes and nods to you, instantly understanding the necessity of moving.]
[You immediately extend a servo-mechanical arm behind you, which quickly grabs the storm bolter from your hand (allowing you to wield the Axe) and the heavy ammunition box you had thrown on the ground, securing the valuable supplies.]
[You and Draigo begin to run towards the enemy's flank, aiming for the shallower parts of the daemon horde.]
[A servo-mechanical arm flexibly takes over the trigger of the Storm Bolter, holding the weapon and firing it over your shoulder with steady bursts, and the roar of the bolts that had just stopped resounds around again, covering your retreat.]
[You wield the 'Khorne Axe' without mercy, smashing into the daemons closest to your path.]
[You expressionlessly hack to death eight Khorne believers, Blood Reavers, who are wearing horned iron helmets and have almost completely exposed upper bodies, their simple armor offering no defense against the massive axe.]
[At the same time, Flesh Hounds that quickly cross the daemon tide rush to your front from time to time, trying to block your progress, their triple heads snapping.]
[You swing your metal fists, covered with black armor, smashing the beasts into ruin, and with the continuous bursts from the servo mechanical arm, you completely smash these annoying Khorne daemons, clearing a narrow path.]
[And Draigo, who is following closely behind you, harvests the lives of countless Khorne daemons with every swing of the Sword in his hand, the psychic blade cleaving through the hordes, and smashes a group of Blood Reavers who have no time to dodge every time he raises the heavy storm shield, his movements a blur of protective offense.]
[Even so, the number of daemons surrounding you does not decrease at all, but increases instead, closing the gap.]
[The eight huge Slaughter Beasts, under the control of the Khorne Herald who survived the initial charge, gradually keep up with your pace, threatening to crush you.]
[You have to rush forward, smashing the Khorne Heralds riding the beasts with a precise burst of explosive bolts, disabling the control, and Draigo takes the opportunity to release the terrifying psychic flames, quickly igniting the huge bodies of the violent beasts.]
[The violent beasts, in extreme pain, seem to have entered a killing state without distinguishing between friend and foe, rampaging wildly.]
[A large number of Bloodletters and countless Blood Reavers are beaten into blood and flesh all over the ground by the maddened beasts, constantly soaking the underground roots of the Blood-blossom.]
[You take this opportunity to gradually distance yourself from the vanguard of the legion, using the chaos you created.]
[Draigo, driving the Holy Shield power armor, quickly approaches you, his movements efficient.]
["The Lord of Slaughter can't just send these cannon fodder daemons to stop you and me... I'm afraid that an unknown Khorne daemon, something immense, is on the way here, and the only mission of this Khorne legion is to slow us down..." Draigo says to you with a solemn expression, his experience recognizing the tactic.]
[You turn your head and glance at the daemon team that is still in chaos, the vast tide momentarily held back by their own maddened beasts.]
[You blink your cyan wolf eyes, and acknowledge Draigo's accurate judgment of the battlefield with a curt nod.]
[You begin to run towards the depths of the bloody plain, your path now clear.]
[You must pass through the bloody plain to reach the fixed passage that Draigo is familiar with, your only escape route.]
[At this moment, a Blood Throne—a massive, mobile engine of war where a greater daemon commands—in the bloody tide seems to have discovered your movements and your attempt to flee.]
[Accompanied by the angry command of a Khorne Herald, countless Flesh Hounds once again rush out of the vanguard of the Khorne Legion and chase after you, relentless and fast.]
[You control the servo mechanical arm without looking back, and use the storm bolter to continuously shoot at the relentless Flesh Hounds, covering your retreat and slowing them down.]
[And as time goes by, an extremely chaotic and terrifying storm seems to have set off above the bloody plain, not just wind but raw psychic energy.]
[Even the terrifying color of the bloody sky becomes much thicker, a deeper, more saturated crimson, as if it is filled with an unknown, impending change.]
[You are still running and have no time to observe carefully, your focus solely on the immediate threats.]
[A Flesh Hound with its mouth wide open escapes the continuous bombardment of the Storm Bolter and rushes toward your back, its claws extended.]
[The next moment, the other two servo mechanical arms carrying the ammunition boxes instantly discard the important supplies, the heavy boxes clattering uselessly, quickly extending, and tearing the huge body of the Flesh Hound in two.]
[The burning daemon blood splashes on the power backpack of the "Iron Shell" armor, leaving no trace of blood, the purified armor impervious.]
[Just from between the flesh hound's easily torn flesh, where its immaterial existence was briefly focused...]
[A terrifying magic sword, with wisps of blood-red flames wrapped around it, and sharp fangs molded onto both the blade and the guard, falls with a bang, making a metallic collision sound on the obsidian ground.]
[You subconsciously turn your head and look back, your attention drawn by the powerful object.]
[You can't help but open your eyes wide.]
[You see that the terrifying magic sword inserted into the ground seems to have self-awareness, glowing with dark power.]
[It actually flies through the air in an instant, drawn by an unseen force, and leaps into your palm that is shaking back and forth, embedding itself perfectly into your grip.]
[The next second, a thick blood-red beam of light suddenly shoots up into the sky from the sword in your hand, piercing the thick, scarlet clouds.]
[The entire Khorne Legion on the Blood Plain suddenly stops any movement and kneels down in front of the blood-red beam of light, instantly ceasing the pursuit.]
["Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the Skull Throne!" The Khorne daemons set off an extremely fanatical prayer frenzy, worshipping the immense power now manifested.]
[At the same time, in the deepest part of Khorne's domain, far away from the plains...]
[Under the bloody pedestal, there are countless skulls of all creatures, and on the ancient brass throne with rivers of blood flowing on the edge of the handrail, a fleeting low laughter, deep and terrible, seems to echo.]