Hades now only wants to kill.
Other than that, he couldn't think much more.
He doesn't need to think too much.
Kill everything that moves and the war is over.
Let death hang over it all.
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Above Cadia, Carlos the Fateweaver screamed, and the Great Demon of Tzeentch waved his scepter. The mist of the entire planet was stirred with its waving, and rolling psychic lightning crackled, breaking the silver-white raindrops that were falling violently into the earth.
"What's going on?!"
Carlos screamed, the spikes tied around his waist were flashing a blue light, his two heads looked into the distance, at the figure suspended in the air, the space around him was strangely distorted.
"He shouldn't be like this?! How much did he devour?!!"
"I knew he would become like this! Hehehehe!!"
Carlos looked at the Forsaken of God. He... He was completely different from what Carlos saw at the beginning. His appearance was enough to make the Great Demon Tzeentch call him "weird"!!!
In mid-air, an existence named "Hades", no, "Pluto" or "Fragment of the Void Dragon" was staring at Vashtor. No matter who it was, no one could connect this existence at this moment with the previous Hades.
Hades was silent, he felt the power he had gained - or rather, the power he had released, the power that was imprisoned by his weak body.
Even if the price is withering.
In a brief moment, Hades began to wonder how much the Emperor had sealed away.
At this moment, liquid gold is his blood, radio waves are his thoughts, the silver-white sickle blade reflects flashes that are enough to distort space, and electric arcs rise violently and gallop across the earth.
It was as if the coldest and most shining silver mask in the world was covering his face. The only gap revealed his scarlet left eye. The mask was pale, showing no sadness or joy.
A dark full moon rose from behind his head, and a gauze-like deep black cloak fluttered behind his silver-white armor. Liquid gold climbed up the sickle, coating it with a layer of frost-like edge.
Above Cartier, the burden of maintaining the entire physical world is squeezing Hades tightly.
Hades lowered his eyes and saw those existences that were still clearly visible in the silver rainstorm. The maze was weaving a new destiny, a pool of blood was burning with the flames of war, a corner of the garden was still growing, and graceful dancers were singing in the palace.
The High Heaven was continuously pouring its might into this war zone. The demon army entered from the countless torn cracks on the battlefield. They piled up in large numbers on the plains, stepping over the corpses of the people on the land.
Hades stared at them calmly—
Carlos shouted, and the demon suddenly raised his scepter, mist surged up, and the next moment, a bolt of thunder struck with tremendous anger, but eventually dissipated in the mist.
Seeing that the electric arc didn't work, the being slowly raised the sickle. Carlos could feel the mad gaze sweeping over it. The guy was deciding which one to hit first!
He's even choosing?!
Even the great demon of Tzeentch felt a strange sense of contempt at this moment, but the four great demons surrounding Hades were indeed scattered on their respective honorable positions.
And until the last moment, it would be impossible for them to move forward together.
Carlos, Skarbrand, Xialashi Demon Disaster, and Kugath, the four people favored by the gods, have their own entanglements.
As if stimulated by Tzeentch's psychic energy, Vashtor beside Carlos let out a roar of steam. In order to avoid the rainstorm, the Lord of the Hearthfire temporarily stayed in Tzeentch's Demon Realm. At this moment, the silver-white light on Vashtor's neck seemed to be getting brighter and brighter.
The measured gaze came again like a thorn, but with endless hatred and anger, this time Hades directly chose his target.
Carlos let out a short cry of annoyance and began to regret letting the Lord of Hearthfire stay. Under the gaze of Chaos, although Tzeentch's chief demon was not afraid of the attacks from the Forsaken of God, he should not be the first!
However, as the Forsaken of God took shape, a scarlet figure rushed forward the next moment—
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne!!!"
Skarbrand roared the Glory of the Blood God. With a loud clang, his wings that were originally bound by layers of iron chains suddenly broke free.
The hot demon blood sprayed onto the ground, and the blood drops that came into contact with the liquid gold hissed. The Blood God brought down His glory at this moment, and the flames and smoke of war instantly began to press towards the direction of the God-forsaken.
Skarbrand felt the tremendous rage and the sound of the wind brushing across his wings. The demon goat slammed its hooves on the ground and the whole golem flew into the air like a cannonball, raising its battle axe towards the Forsaken of God!
"Fight me!!!"
Skarbrand knew that this time, he would definitely fight this little human! He would not leave again!
Carlos gave a wicked laugh, and the Fate Weaver instantly seized the opportunity. Thunderbolt lit up in its scepter, and while the Forsaken One's gaze was still on the Realm of Tzeentch, blue lightning with deadly light suddenly pierced the Forsaken One.
Sizzle!!!
The extremely long and curved sickle blade blocked the lightning, but the next moment, the body of the bloodthirsty demon collided with the Forsaken of God. With a huge impact force, it rushed into the sky together with the Forsaken of God, and the battle axe chopped forward heavily.
Skarbrand was ecstatically welcoming the bloody battle that was about to take place. He was looking forward to a real fight, and then twisting off the enemy's head under the gaze of the Blood God!
However, in an instant, the refreshing touch of the battle axe did not come, and Skarbrand glared at the cold mask of the Forsaken of God and glanced at its right hand -
!
A fine blood mist burst out from the arm part, but in the middle of the blood mist was a clear spherical hole!
There's nothing in there!
At this moment, the blood demon from Khorne witnessed what space distortion meant.
With only the thought of war left in Skarbrand's mind, his thoughts went blank for a rare moment, but he did not hesitate to swing out his left arm holding the battle axe again.
The Forsaken of Gods, who was being blocked by the fast-moving Skarbrand and rushing high into the sky, was staring down at the bloodthirsty demon. There was no expression of sadness or joy on his silver-white mask. The Forsaken of Gods slightly tilted his head, and the next moment, a blood mist burst out from the left side of Skarbrand.
Silver-white blood flowed from under the mask of the Forsaken God, which made his expression even more compassionate. This expression made the Blood Demon furious, as the opponent did not respect this battle with it.
But at the same time, it began to tremble, and the darkened space revealed the extreme anger of the God-forsaken.
Skarbrand felt his eyes suddenly go dark, but the next moment, the gushing power of the Blood God filled it with strength again. The strong blood-colored muscles twisted and grew, and Skarbrand's arms grew back.
The Blood God roared and instructed his servants. Skarbrand flapped his wings in an instant, a huge sonic boom sounded, and the figure that was kicked to the ground by Skarbrand was falling rapidly.
Skarbrand stayed in the air, preparing to dive down, but the boiling blood made it suddenly rush forward -
“Aaaaaaaah!!!”
A huge blood mist bloomed in the air. After a brief moment of unconsciousness, Skarbrand realized that he was also falling towards the ground. His wings, which had just allowed him to take to the sky, disappeared along with most of the demon's back!
Only a few breaths passed from the time Skarbrand rushed forward to the time he lost his wings and landed.
The falling figure of the Blood Demon was reflected in Carlos' astonished pupils. The Fate Weaver saw it clearly. If it weren't for Khorne's intervention, Skarbrand would have turned into blood mist long ago.
Vanished into nothingness within the physical realm of the Star God!
Carlos didn't know whether he should laugh at Skarbrand. The blood demon had no ability to think and had no idea what he was facing!
And this is why they are standing here, they need to... at least suppress the physical domain of the Forsaken to the extent that it does not affect the final ritual.
Just as Karas was chanting the spell again, a sigh-like panting sound came from the lush garden. Kugas waved its stubby arms and breathlessly poured the medicine in the crucible in the direction of the Forsaken God.
"Don't just stand there! Come and help!"
Kugas shouted, but the next moment, in the smoke from the place where the Forsaken of God fell, a hand slowly rose up—
The Plague Father screamed, and it suddenly picked up the crucible and pounced backwards. The intestines dragging behind it left it forever after a space distortion, but at least it saved itself and the crucible of the kind father.
The medicine spilled by Kugas rushed towards the Forsaken of God like a living snake with a hissing sound. It was a medicine for the Forsaken of God. Only the Father truly knew what they were facing!
Therefore, the Father found a tide on the original Barbarus that was strong enough to harm the Forsaken.
The decayed green water rushed towards the figure that slowly stood up in the smoke. Every silver teardrop that the medicine touched turned into a burnt black and yellow color in the hissing sound. It was getting closer and closer, and Kugas felt like he was holding his breath.
At the same time, Skarbrand, whose flesh and blood had grown again, rushed into the smoke with a battle roar.
Skarbrand, hold him back!
Kugas couldn't help but shout in his heart. Having drunk his father's medicine, he believed that this medicine would bring out his true strength. He stared at the other end nervously, and the medicine juice trembled between his fat meat with his breathing.
An arc of electricity, so tiny that it was almost imperceptible, lit up next to the Plague Father.
The soup that exploded from the Nurgling appeared together with the tip of a sickle that suddenly emerged from space.
The blade broke through the wind, and the sword that Kugas used to block it was suspended in the air along with a small half of its body cut off.
The Forsaken of Gods stepped out of the dark rift and appeared in the air half a body length higher than the Plague Father. His other hand was raised high. As time slowed down, Kugas, who was slowly falling backwards, caught a glimpse of the electric dragon screaming and rushing down from the sky through the gap between the Forsaken of Gods' fingers.
The pale green light from above shone upon the face of the Forsaken One, reflecting the expressionless and terrifying mask.
After briefly regretting why it was not Rain Father who came at this moment, Kugas tried his best to pour the potion in his arms towards the Forsaken One, because he knew that the loving father would definitely let it hit him.
The sound of the decoction hissing and corroding metal was heard.
If it weren't for Xarasi's long whip that appeared from behind the Forsaken God in time, grabbed his outstretched hand and pulled it back violently, Kugas might never have seen the next blooming season in the garden.
The gladiator champion of Slaanesh possessed absolute explosive power in a brief moment, and the heavy Forsaken of God staggered back suddenly, but then the Forsaken of God pulled forward, and the sound of the long whip cracking was heard.
The Forsaken of God turned to deal with Xalasi, but at the last moment, the scythe suddenly hooked forward, and the emerald green star god metal hit the corner of the crucible. Kugas heard a tiny cracking sound that broke his heart.
The space twisted again, but unlike the previous times, no blood and flesh were spilled. The hunting queen Xia Laxi dodged every attack nimbly. In her eyes, the Forsaken of God were nothing more than slow-moving creatures.
"Let's have some fun, honey!"
Xia Laxi shouted excitedly, the Dark Prince was looking at his darling, it was time for them to meet this star of the physical world!
Xia Laxi fanatically felt the space exploding around her. The thought that these distorted circular spaces were enough to wipe her out permanently made the Hunting Queen feel a madness brought about by extreme fear. She felt every moment of space that outlined her body shape, and the slightest sound of the wind would tell her the location of her next attack.
It danced with the Forsaken of Gods as if they were in a rapid duet, even though its other half was cold and boring. There was no warmth on its icy mask. Xarashi thought it should be embellished with some blood, preferably Mortarion's, but unfortunately Nurgle would not allow it.
The spear stabbed at the Forsaken God, but the surging silver metal made most of the attacks unable to pierce the opponent's armor. The electric arc lit up violently, and the Forsaken God's scythe was wrapped with it, and he felt a burning pain in his eyes at just a glance.
Xia Laxi laughed loudly. It waited for his ridiculous attack and even deliberately closed the distance between them - they both knew that the sickle was not suitable for short-range attacks.
At the same time, it stabbed the Forsaken God with its dagger.
Sure enough, the Forsaken God, who had lost most of his sanity and only had instinct left, tried to retreat and create some distance. After he was far enough away to a satisfactory distance, he slashed towards Xalasi with his sickle!
“Hahahaha! You—”
The Hunting Queen's words came to an abrupt halt. A giant cold hand was tightly grasping its throat. The sickle that was drawn out stopped in mid-air. The real attack of the Forsaken of God was the hand that stretched out directly forward!
Xalasi was lifted up, with its feet off the ground. It struggled and tried hard to open the sturdy prison, but the hand of the Forsaken One seemed to have absolute power. Its throat had shrunk to an incredible size in the palm of its hand.
Flesh tissue and blood were squeezed out of its seven orifices. Green lightning burst out from all over its body, burning and stinging its body. There was no trace of joy at all. It heard the sound of wind in its buzzing ears - it was the distortion of space!
Xia Laxi screamed.
But its voice was drowned in the gurgling blood fountain.
Bang!!!
A strange blue light flashed by, and the Forsaken One tilted his head and put down his empty hands. The Keeper of Slaanesh collapsed to the ground, and his gasping body appeared behind him, accompanied by Carlos who had just finished chanting the spell.
The Fate Weaver looked very embarrassed, and only it knew how much effort it had made to fight against the Black Domain that suppressed the Forsaken of God.
The Forsaken of God turned his head again. On the other side of the battlefield, the blood demon, which was slowly expanding, spurted out blood from its mouth. Scarlet blood light lit up, and great power expanded in its body. Skarbrand's body even became broken under the infusion of great power.
After confirming the strength of the Forsaken of God, the real God took his turn.
Next, beam after beam of light from the highest sky lit up on the battlefield.
Hades raised his scythe again.
"die."
Beneath the mask, the most commonly used words on Barbarus rang out.
Yay!
(End of this chapter)