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What was originally the arm burst open with fine blood mist, but in the middle of the blood mist was a completely empty spherical cavity!
There was nothing in there!
In that instant, the blood demon from Khorne witnessed what spatial distortion truly meant.
With only battle on its mind, Skabrand had a rare moment of mental blankness, but it did not hesitate to swing its left arm, which was holding the battle axe, once again.
Blocked by the rapidly moving Skabrand, the Forsaken, who was rushing into the sky, looked down at the Bloodthirsty Berserker. His silver mask showed no emotion. The Forsaken tilted his head slightly, and the next moment, a burst of blood mist exploded from Skabrand's left side.
Silvery blood flowed from beneath the mask of the Forsaken One, adding a touch of sorrow to his expression. This expression enraged the Blood Demon; its opponent showed no respect for the battle.
But at the same time, it began to tremble, and the darkened space revealed the extreme wrath of the forsaken.
Skabrand felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, but the next moment, the surging power of the Blood God filled him with strength again, and his powerful, blood-red muscles twisted and grew, and Skabrand's arms grew back.
The Blood God roared and commanded its servants. Skabrand instantly flapped its wings, creating a huge sonic boom. The figure that Skabrand had kicked into the ground was falling rapidly.
Skabrand hovered in the air, preparing to swoop down, but boiling blood caused it to abruptly take a step forward—
boom! ! !
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
A huge cloud of blood mist bloomed in the air. After a brief moment of disorientation, Skabrand realized that it was also falling towards the ground. Its wings, which had just been able to take off, disappeared along with most of the Great Demon's back!
From the moment Skabrand charged forward until it lost both wings and landed, only a few breaths had passed.
Carlos's astonished pupils reflected the falling figure of the Blood Demon. The Fate Weaver saw it clearly; if Khorne hadn't intervened, Skabrand would have been completely reduced to a bloody mist long ago.
It vanished into nothingness within the physical domain of the Star God!
Carlos didn't know whether he should laugh at Skabrand, whose lack of critical thinking meant that this blood demon had no idea what it was facing!
That's why they're standing here; they need to... at least suppress the physical domain of the Forsaken Ones to the point that it won't affect the final ritual.
Just as Carlos was chanting the incantation again, a sigh-like panting sound came from the lush garden. Kugas waved its short, thick arms and, panting heavily, splashed the potion from the cauldron toward the Forsaken.
"Don't just stand there! Come and help!"
Kugas shouted, but the next moment, amidst the smoke rising from the place where the Forsaken had fallen, a hand slowly rose—
The Plague Father screamed, and it suddenly grabbed the cauldron and lunged backward. Its trailing intestines were forever separated from it after a spatial distortion, but at least it saved itself and the Father's cauldron.
The medicine that Kugas poured out surged toward the Forsaken God like living snakes amidst hissing sounds. It was a potion for the Forsaken God, and only the Father truly knew what they were facing!
Therefore, the loving father found in the first Barbaros the tides that were enough to harm those whom God had forsaken.
The decaying green water surged toward the figure slowly rising from the smoke of battle. Every drop of silver tear that the medicine had touched turned into a charred, blackish-yellow color amidst the hissing sound. It was getting closer and closer, and Kugas felt himself holding his breath.
At the same time, Skabrand, whose flesh and blood had regenerated, roared and charged into the smoke of battle.
Skabrand, hold him off!
Kugas cried out inwardly, confident that the medicine, having drunk its fill of the Father's Medicine, would unleash its true power. It watched intently at the other end, the medicinal liquid trembling between its fat folds with each breath—
A tiny, almost imperceptible arc of electricity lit up beside the Plague Father.
The burst of soup from the Nurgle appeared at the same time as the scythe tip that suddenly emerged from the space.
The blade cut through the air with a whooshing sound, and the sword that Kugas used to defend itself, along with the half of its body that had been severed, remained suspended in mid-air.
The Forsaken emerged from the dark rift, appearing half a body length above the Plague Father. His other hand was raised high, and as time slowed, Kugas, who was slowly falling backward, glimpsed the electric dragon shrieking downwards in the sky through the gap between the Forsaken's fingers.
The pale green light from above shone on the face of the Forsaken One, revealing his terrifying, expressionless mask.
After a brief moment of regret that it wasn't the Rain Father who had come, Kugas poured the potion from its bosom onto the Forsaken with all its might, knowing that the merciful Father would surely ensure its target was hit.
The hissing sound of the decoction corroding metal rang out.
If it weren't for Sharasi's whip appearing just in time from behind the Forsaken, grabbing his outstretched hand and pulling him sharply backward, Kugas might never have seen the garden bloom again.
Slaanesh's champion fighter possessed absolute explosive power for a brief moment. The heavy Forsaken staggered backward, but then pulled forward, and the sound of the whip cracking rang out.
The Forsaken turned to deal with Sharasi, but at the last moment before turning, the scythe suddenly hooked forward, the gleaming celestial metal striking the corner of the crucible, and Kugas heard a heartbreaking, subtle cracking sound.
Space distorted again, but unlike the previous times, no blood and flesh were spilled. The Hunting Queen Sharasi nimbly dodged each attack; in her eyes, the Forsaken were nothing more than slow-moving creatures.
"Let's play! Darling!"
"Shalasi shouted excitedly, the Dark Prince was watching his darling, they should have met this star of the physical world long ago!"
Sharasi felt the space exploding around it with fervor. The thought that these distorted circular spaces could erase it permanently filled the Hunting Queen with a maddening fear. She sensed every space that outlined her shape, and the subtle sound of the wind would tell her the location of her next attack.
It danced with the Forsaken like a rapid, close-up duet, even though its other half was indifferent and uninteresting, its cold mask devoid of warmth. Sharasi thought it should be adorned with some blood, preferably Mortalian's, but unfortunately Nurgle wouldn't allow it.
The spear thrust towards the Forsaken, but the surging silver metal prevented most of the attacks from piercing the armor. Arcs of electricity flashed violently, and the Forsaken's long scythe was covered in them. With just a glance, he felt a burning pain in his eyes.
Sharasi laughed, awaiting his ridiculous attack, even deliberately closing the distance between them—they both knew that scythes were not suitable for close-range attacks.
At the same time, it suddenly thrust its dagger at the one abandoned by God.
Sure enough, having lost most of his reason and left only with instinct, the Forsaken tried to retreat and create distance. After getting a reasonable distance away, he slashed his scythe at Sharasi!
"Hahahaha! You—"
The Hunting Queen's words came to an abrupt halt as a cold, giant hand gripped her throat tightly. The scythe that had been drawn was suspended in mid-air; the Forsaken's true attack was the hand that stretched forward!
Sharasi was lifted off the ground, its feet dangling from the earth. It struggled, desperately trying to open the solid prison, but the Forsaken's hand seemed to possess absolute power, its throat already shrinking to an unbelievable size within its palm.
Flesh and blood gushed from its seven orifices, and emerald lightning burst forth from its body, scorching and stinging it without a trace of pleasure. It heard the sound of wind in its buzzing ears—it was space distortion!
Sharasi screamed.
But its voice was drowned out by the gushing spring of blood.
boom! ! !
A strange blue light flashed by, and the Forsaken turned his head. He lowered his empty hand, and Slaanesh the Keeper of the Secret collapsed to the ground. His panting body appeared behind him, accompanied by Carlos, who had just finished chanting a spell.
The Weaver of Fate looked disheveled, but only it knew how much effort it had put in to fight against the Dark Domain that suppressed the Forsaken Gods.
The Forsaken turned his head away again. On the other side of the battlefield, the Blood Demon, which was slowly swelling, spewed blood gas from its mouth. A crimson light shone, and great power swelled within its body. Skabrand's body even shattered under the infusion of this great power.
After confirming the strength of the Forsaken Ones, the true gods stepped in.
Then, beams of light from the highest heavens shone forth from the battlefield.
Hades raised his scythe once more.
"die."
Beneath the mask, the most frequently used words on Barbarossa rang out.
Great!
Chapter 415 A Surprise for You
Terra
"Click."
In the dimly lit room, the bright lights shone down, their white light dazzling, and a corner of the black sculpture cracked open.
Footsteps sounded, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, the sound of a robe trailing behind echoing in the secret room.
The emperor gazed thoughtfully at the sculpture, then reached out and ran his hand along the cracks in its surface.
Beneath the hood, the old man's urgent voice rang out, tinged with a rare anxiety.
"Too late?"
The emperor pondered, looking at the sculpture whose face was covered by a black robe, holding a scythe and bowing its head in watchful waiting. A crack spread out from its back, spreading like a spider web.
Golden light emanated from the fingertips, shimmering faintly, and the interior of the sculpture seemed to glow with a similar shimmering light.
The sound of gravel cracking filled the air, and the fissure began to tremble, but the bottomless darkness within did not lessen in the slightest.
After a long silence, the emperor spoke slowly, his eyes shining with the light of the highest heaven.
“I underestimated how crazy they were.”
The Lord of Mankind said solemnly,
“I initially thought they were cowards, and at the same time, I hoped for a fight between them.”
"Now it seems——"
The emperor's voice slowly drew out, then faded away, disappearing into the dark silence.
Makado's low, hushed voice rang out.
"We went too far, didn't we?"
The emperor suddenly waved his hand.
“I was crossing the line from beginning to end.”
The Lord of Mankind said calmly,
"And now, it seems they have chosen the most chaotic ending."
The emperor stared at the crack. At the very center of the crack, it looked like an arrow. Shifting blue light, fine moss, dried bloodstains, and shimmering liquid were gushing out from the arrow wound in the center of the sculpture.
"us……"
Makado opened his mouth. The old man felt thirsty. He felt a rare sense of anxiety and unease, even though no sacrifice was so great as to be unbearable.
"...Have I really lost him?"
The emperor fell silent; he seemed unable to answer the question either.
"Perhaps... there is still a chance."
"But to replace him, we need cards of equal value."
Macardo stood behind the Emperor. As the old man looked at the Emperor's backlit silhouette, Macardo suddenly realized something.
The Imperial Regent pondered for a moment, and in that instant, he considered a great deal—
Ultimately, he concluded that it was acceptable to do so.
It's worth it.
"Your subject is willing to go."
Makado spoke, his hoarse voice aged yet resolute.
The Emperor remained silent, listening to Macado's voice behind him. Macado bowed to the Lord of Humanity, and then the old man stepped forward, preparing to leave the room.
The sound of Macardo's hurried footsteps rang out. As he passed the sculpture, Macardo gave a low, bitter laugh.
“Macado, go to Macurag.”
"That place is about to become lively."
The Emperor spoke abruptly. He saw Macado pause for a moment, and then the old man laughed and left the secret chamber, as if mocking his own fate.
Terra needs to be guarded, but if all of this has already happened at this moment, then the Wolf King's forces have lost their purpose in being sent—
Makado needs new help.
The emperor remained silent, staring at the sculpture before him. The sculpture was now riddled with wounds and looked as if it would collapse completely and vanish into nothingness at any moment.
A soft, bitter laugh echoed in the secret room.
For the emperor, all he now hopes for is that the sacrifice will bring the rewards he deserves.
On the chessboard, the pieces begin to move.
The Jester is preparing to leave Terra and head to Macurag.
The whereabouts of "Hungry Wolf" and "Think Tank" are unknown.
[Pluto] cannot move.
The chessboard was trembling violently, as if it would crack at any moment. Some of the pieces on it sensed the strange noise from the chessboard beneath their feet and began to move on the misty board.
However, the decisive move is still underway.
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【Cardia】
Everything here is beyond description; everything, from the smallest speck of dust to the vast sky, is swept up in the waves, changing and twisting every moment.