Warhammer in a box

Chapter 387: The Voice in Archaon's Head
Archaon rode his warhorse into the filthy hall, where Slott stood in the center.

Its bloated body makes it look like an unimportant being.

A huge nest rat was quietly lying beside him. It was the most successful one that Slott had selected from countless experimental subjects.

The biological transformation of the Model clan is very risky. While it can bring positive gains, it may also cause extremely fatal defects.

The deeper the transformation, the greater the chance of acquiring this fatal defect.

It is conceivable that a successful experiment requires the lives of many other experiments to be sacrificed.

Slott also underwent a considerable degree of biological transformation on himself, and the extra arm was the result of biological transformation.

Archaon looked at Slott but then he looked back to the darkness behind him.

"Slott? What are you afraid of? Do you still want to hide those giant beasts in the dark? Only in this way can you feel safe?"

Archaon's voice came from within the helmet.

And as Archaon spoke, Slott also laughed.

"Yes, yes, I didn't expect you to find out all this..."

Slott smiled sinisterly, and amid his laughter, six huge pit abominations walked out of the darkness with heavy steps.

These genetically mutated pit abominations are even more terrifying. These are the six strongest abominations in Slott's hands, and they have a tendency to surround him from all directions.

But facing these powerful creations, Archaon did not feel the slightest fear.

"Slott, join Chaos. The Horned Rat is dead. You need a new protector. My army has invaded Kislev. You can join me in attacking Kislev. Under my protection, you Skaven will have the qualifications to step into this world again."

"You've come here in person because you want me to join you? Archaon, you want us to leave the pit of hell and fight for you based on just a few words from you?

I can stay here. My clan is stronger than ever. Those humans can never reach here, and they won't come here. Even the weather and snow here make it impossible for the Norsemen and Kislevites to survive. No matter how many people come, I can make sure they never return!"

Slott really felt that he was in an invincible position. In his mind, neither side of the war between Chaos and Humanity would provoke him at this critical moment.

At this time, the Model clan can be said to be the most powerful ratman clan near the empire.

Whoever tries to attack him will have an additional powerful enemy. Without the Horned Rat, the original technology and numbers of the Skaven race have not decreased.

"Slott, without the guidance of those so-called Grey Prophets and Horned Rat, you filthy fellows have become even more like trash!"

Archaon laughed, and his laughter was full of sarcasm.

"You Chaos believer! What are you talking about? The Model clan is more powerful than you can imagine. Even your army will never be able to break through here! I advise you to be careful with your words!"

"Slote, the world outside has changed. Do you really think the environment here will still be your natural barrier?
Do you really think that these giant beasts of yours are still a threat in the eyes of those humans?

The current human empire just doesn't want your territory to be too far away for them, or to be of no threat or value. If they want, they can destroy you at any time!"

And the fact is just as Archaon said, although the original Grey Prophets controlled the various clans, they did guide the development of the Skaven race.

"Shut up! Archaon, get out of here! The Moder clan will not fight for you! If you continue, I will be happy to use you here as material for my new experiment!" Slot was obviously angered by Archaon.

"Skaven...ha...you are just like the horned rats you once believed in, you are not presentable and can only hide forever. Slott, I gave you a chance, but you didn't seize it..."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Let me show you the true power of Chaos, Slott. Since you don't want to join Chaos, let me help you!"

Archaon directly drew out the Kingslayer Sword. Seeing Archaon draw his weapon, Slott immediately issued orders to the abominations in the Hell Pit.

"kill him!"

The abominations received the order and launched the most powerful attack with their desecrated bodies. The size difference made Archaon like a toy in front of these behemoths.

The attack raised a large cloud of dust on the ground, and even the entire corrupted tower seemed to begin to shake constantly under the attack.

Slott looked at the center of the attack with a cunning smile. He believed that even Archaon could not withstand such an attack, but how could a being that could pass the Four Gods Trial and walk out of their demonic domain be stopped by some flesh and blood monsters?

Archaon foresaw all the attacks, and the abomination's attacks didn't even touch Archaon. The third eye on Archaon's helmet emitted a creepy red light. It was Archaon's artifact, the Eye of Sheron. This powerful artifact made from the eye of a powerful chaos dragon gave Archaon the ability to predict the future.

Archaon's attack was silent. The great demon sealed among the Kingslayers kept emitting hunger. The long sword burning with chaos fire pierced into the body of an evil creature, causing the monster, which had long lost the sense of pain, to roar.

Slott only felt a flash before his eyes, and an abomination that had cost countless costs to cultivate had actually fallen to the ground.

He didn't know how Archaon did it, but an emotion called fear spread in his heart.

Slott was scared. He raised the Creation Killer in his hand and aimed at the remaining abominations. All of a sudden, various buffs began to accumulate on the abominations, including melee defense, armor-piercing damage, and large-scale bonuses. The Whip of Domination in his right hand also hit the ground hard, providing melee attacks and morale bonuses!

After doing all this, he ran away
Slott ran directly to the passage behind him without looking back. Since Archaon could kill the abomination so easily, the outcome would not change even after being strengthened. Slott knew very well the combat power limit of these biochemical monsters.

Archaon watched Slott escape and did not choose to chase him. He continued to kill the abominations in front of him one by one. When he killed the last abomination, the door behind him that he came from was also opened.

Garnier walked in with the pair of Chaos Swords. They were covered in blood and it seemed that they had killed many enemies outside.

One of the Chaos Swords was missing, apparently he was killed while being besieged by the bio-modified behemoths and other ratmen.

"Lord Archaon, are you alright? These bastard ratmen actually dared to attack us!"

"Garnier, go out and guard the door for me."

"This is what you want."

"Garnier, you just have to obey my orders!"

When Archaon was the only one left in the hall again, a voice came from the crown of domination he was wearing, which could dominate all the Norsemen.

"Archaon, follow my advice. Only in this way can you truly destroy the empire. Do you feel it? Those four beings have failed. They were defeated and injured when facing the guy who called himself the God-Emperor of the Empire. They are no longer invincible. Archaon, you want to use the power of the losers to destroy the empire protected by another powerful god? How is this possible?
Only if you become a god can you take your destiny into your own hands, and only then will you have a chance for revenge!"

The voice kept tempting Archaon, but Archaon ignored it. He chopped off the abominations one by one and began to place them on the ground. He used the blood of the abominations to draw a chaos circle. He was making a sacrifice, and the blood-red light of his circle lit up. Khorne responded to Archaon's prayer.

(End of this chapter)