this infinite world

"……Who are you?"

Khorne asked.

This was not the tone Khorne should use. Under normal circumstances, he would either pick up his axe and chop this ignorant guy into nothingness without saying a word; or he would grab the man with one hand without saying a word, and refine him instantly under the influence of the Holy Way, adding one more person to his God-chosen Legion... But asking a question like today was unprecedented.

But, unlike before, looking at the man who was so small compared to him, Khorne instinctively felt an indescribable feeling.

That feeling, perhaps it was the anger that he was all too familiar with, perhaps it was the doubt about how the other party appeared, perhaps it was the instinctive vigilance against certain things, or perhaps it was something called "trembling" that he himself did not know where it came from...

So, under the incredulous gazes of Slaanesh and Nurgle, who were very familiar with him, Khorne did not resort to violence directly for the first time, but instead used questioning as an opening statement...

"Me? I'm just an ordinary member of the Samsara team."

Facing Khorne's question, Zheng Zha's tone did not change at all. He looked up at the bloody giant with no fear on his face: "Come on, I'll give you a chance to attack."

“…You don’t know your own limitations!”

How could Khorne endure being provoked by Zheng Zha in the tone of a "superior"? He immediately threw away the strange feeling just now and swung the giant axe in his hand, determined to cut Zheng Zha into pieces!
Even though Khorne's intuition from his long experience in battles told him that the human in front of him was definitely not as simple as he looked, no matter how strong he was, he was only at the advanced level of the fourth rank. As long as he had not reached the realm of "Saint", he would ultimately be an ant.

——“Pah.”

A soft sound.

There was clearly a huge height difference between the giant axe in Khorne's hand and Zheng Zha, and the aftermath was enough to crush Zheng Zha, who was as small as an ant, into dust. However, this extremely tiny ant, in a posture that could be called "freehand", used his right hand to catch the giant axe that was pressing down from Khorne!
"That's it?"

Tilting his head, Zheng Zha raised his right hand, holding the extremely sharp axe blade with five fingers. Although the boundless blood-colored evil spirit on the axe blade tried to erode Zheng Zha's body like locusts, trying to infect and assimilate him into a part of itself, no matter how hard the bloody saint tried, it could not break the black and white light flashing in Zheng Zha's hand: "Didn't you eat?"

"This is impossible……!"

Khorne has witnessed countless wars since ancient times. His skull hall displays spoils spanning more than tens of millions of years, and his throne is engraved with an epic of killing that can fill an entire plane. However, at this moment, this Chaos God who controls war and blood, for the first time, felt an emotion called "surprise" when he saw Zheng Zha's actions.

--How can it be?

——How did he do it? With just a light grip, he was able to take my attack head-on?

Countless questions swirled in the mind of this Chaos Evil God. Although he had seen countless strong men, it was rare for someone like Yue Han to be able to launch an attack that could injure a saint... And he had never even heard of a "fourth-level advanced" like Zheng Zha who had not yet reached that level but could take on a move so easily! "Are you surprised? There are many more things that surprise you."

Seeing that Khorne had the same unbelievable expression as the enemies he had faced before, Zheng Zha sighed as expected. At this moment, his fingers suddenly tightened, and the blood-red axe that was powerful enough to split the stars was gouged out with five huge holes like rotten soil!
Not only that, along the "damage" that was dug out, the extreme yin and yang began to nurture and transform each other.

The five fingers wrapped in black and white light were like ink stains on white paper, spreading a different color on the axe. The blood-red axe that symbolized Khorne's endless conquests was actually being eroded. Moreover, black and white energy was gnawing at Khorne's power like a living thing, eating away spider-web-like cracks on the blood-red axe...

But this was not what made Khorne most angry. In front of everyone's shocked gaze, Zheng Zha actually stuffed the weapon fragments removed from the axe blade into the space bag, muttering to himself: "Although the material looks not very good, it is at least a weapon used by a primary saint, and it contains pure saintly ways."

"I'd better take it back and let Chu Xuan study it. I just don't know what he can find out..."

"asshole……!"

Khorne's axe, which had been soaked in the blood of billions of lives, had gone through countless conquests and had long since merged with his soul. At this moment, a piece of the axe blade was forcibly cut off, just like someone using a red-hot iron hook to tear out his soul directly.

At this moment, it seemed as if the space was shaking with Khorne's pain, and the sea of ​​blood was surging like a raging wave. But what made him even more furious than the pain of his own weapon being damaged was Zheng Zha's "blasphemous" action: "Let go!"

boom--!
A rage that seemed to be able to burn the stars suddenly erupted from Khorne's scarlet eyes, and the void trembled. Those Chaos God's Chosen who were stained by the bloody holy way and regained twisted lives from death, did not even have time to scream before they collapsed again under this divine power.

Their flesh and blood melted like wax, their armors scattered like dust, and finally turned into a roiling blood-colored evil spirit, condensing into a raging sea of ​​blood in the void. Under the impact of these waves of blood, the energy injected by Zheng Zha could no longer be sustained and melted away.

After regaining control of the weapon, the pierced bloody axe made a hungry humming sound, and the five hideous holes on the axe healed rapidly in the torrent of killing. The broken blade squirmed and grew fang-like teeth, and countless bloodthirsty eyes opened on the axe handle!
...However, the weapon fragments that Zheng Zha had already stuffed into the space bag could never be retrieved.

"Oh? I underestimated you."

After shaking his palm which was numb from the backlash, Zheng Zha saw that the heavy and solid blood-killing weapon not only returned to its original appearance, but even became more ferocious than before. His eyes suddenly brightened and he said, "Sure enough, he is worthy of being a junior saint, he still has some strength."

"Well, come on..."

Under the flaming gaze of Khorne, Zheng Zha grinned and even had time to wave at the other party -

"Let me see how the primary saints of the Ten Thousand Races differ from those of the Primordial Heaven Court." (End of this chapter)