Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

In the image, it was the Blood God served by Skarbrand, the great being who became the Lord of the Warp after defeating other gods.

Seeing this scene, Skarbrand was filled with joy and awe, and all the Khorne Daemons were equally jubilant, as if they had seen the dawn of victory. However, the scene that followed plunged them into deep shock and fear.

In the video, after becoming the only true God in the Warp, the Blood God actually destroyed all these extremely loyal Khorne demons and returned their power and souls to his body.

At that moment, all the Daemons of Khorne perished, not a single one remaining.

Such a scene filled Skarbrand's heart with hesitation and anxiety, and the demons around him were also plunged into deep fear and confusion.

They began to doubt whether the Blood God they believed in was really so cruel and ruthless, and whether he would really abandon them after victory.

"This is fake! They're lying to us! Don't believe it!"

Skarbrand roared, trying to calm the troops.

However, a sense of fear had spread among Khorne's army, and they began to waver and no longer moved forward as bravely as before.

"Yes! This is fake! Tzeentch is deceiving us!"

A demon echoed loudly, trying to find a little comfort for himself.

However, such lies cannot cover up the cruelty of the truth.

All this is because the Ruler tampered with the authority, and Khorne was afraid that the Passer would tamper with the authority, so He did not use it himself and distributed the authority to all the Khorne demon armies.

The Integrator and Tzeentch then transmitted the false images to the Khorne army through some mysterious power.

Under Tzeentch's careful instigation, even the most loyal Khorne army began to waver. They began to doubt their beliefs and mission and stopped attacking the seemingly unreachable Crystal Throne.

"The cunning rabbit dies and the lackey is cooked!"

Such emotions lingered among the army of Khorne, leaving them in a deep state of helplessness.

"Hahahahahaha."

The instigator, Tzeentch, the Warp god known for his cunning and unpredictable nature, was now sitting on the dazzling throne of the Crystal Palace, emitting bursts of creepy laughter.

Looking outside the Crystal Palace, at the chaos and turmoil carefully planned by himself and the Ruler gradually spreading among the army of Khorne, Tzeentch's heart was filled with pride and satisfaction.

Once fear and suspicion take root in the hearts of the army, they will be as difficult to eradicate as a plague.

At this moment, Khorne's army was being eroded by this plague, becoming hesitant and demoralized.

"How wonderful!" Tzeentch whispered to himself, "Seeing these once-mighty Daemons of Khorne become so lost and helpless before my wiles, it is truly a joy."

"It's time to move on to the next step. Stop laughing." The Commander's voice was cold, like the chill wind in winter, instantly blowing away the smug look on Tzeentch's face.

Tzeentch was slightly stunned, then he restrained his smile and without hesitation exerted 99% of his strength, forcing the Khorne army outside the Crystal Palace into an illusion carefully woven by him.

The illusion is like a huge maze, filled with endless fear and despair.

Visions of Khorne consuming all daemons echoed in their minds.

The Khorne demon army lost their way in the illusion, unable to find a way out, and could only wander and struggle helplessly.

And every time they struggle, it seems to add fuel to the plans of Tzeentch and the Ruler.

At this moment, a white light suddenly fell from the sky, illuminating the entire illusion.

The Ruler took action, and He wanted to personally control this chaotic and turbulent situation.

Through the fragments of power remaining in the bodies of the Khorne Demons, a white thread appeared above the heads of all the Khorne Demons, and they were remotely controlled by the Ruler like puppets.

These threads jumped and danced at the fingertips of the Ruler, weaving a huge net that tightly bound the Khorne demon army.

But just as the Ruler was about to close the net, a blue divine power belonging to Tzeentch was imposed on these threads.

Tzeentch was clearly unwilling to let the Ruler monopolize the fruits of victory; he wanted a share of the chaos.

"Tzeentch, what do you mean? The hope of the entire warp, the victory or defeat of the alliance, all rest on my shoulders. What are you messing with?"

"The leader is definitely overwhelmed by the power of controlling so many demons. I am only here to help you share your worries."

The blue divine power and the white silk threads are intertwined, forming a strange balance.

The battle between the Ruler and Tzeentch entered a fierce stage.

In this contest, the Khorne demon army was controlled by two powerful forces, unable to act independently, and could only helplessly endure the pain and torture brought by this conspiracy and slavery.

"I'm here to help you."

"I'm here to help you."

The four forces of green, blue, purple and white are intertwined here.

It could be infused into these demonic armies, especially Skarbrand, who could withstand even greater power. All it lacked was a divine power of end and destruction, and it would completely become the Eternal Chosen.

It's really speechless!

I was the one who planted the seeds of enslavement, and I was the one who proposed the plan to attack Khorne. In the end, I will share the spoils of war equally with these three.

So angry!

And in this impending rebellion in the subspace, who will be the ultimate beneficiary and who will become the victim? Everything is still unknown...

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Chapter 71: The Skarbrand Rebellion

Chaos for Unknown Years: Skarbrand's Uprising

Skarbrand, the Chaos Warmaster clad in multicolored armor.

Standing on the towering platform next to the Crystal Palace, his figure was elongated in the afterglow of the Crystal Palace, appearing both lonely and majestic.

A line of crystal clear saliva hung from the corner of its mouth, but it did not affect its domineering aura at all.

The demon lords at its feet were also drooling unconsciously, as if the whole world was shrouded in an atmosphere of chaos and fanaticism.

"Brothers, hiss..."

Skarbrand spoke, his voice deep and powerful, with an undeniable firmness.

"Khorne has deceived us, hiss... He has squandered our blood, sweat, and loyalty. Hiss... And after his hegemony succeeds, he will annihilate all of us heroes. Hiss... We cannot sit idly by and wait for death. We must rise up in resistance!"

Its words ignited the anger in the hearts of the demon army like flames, and every word struck heavily on their hearts.

Skarbrand's eyes flashed with madness and determination, and he continued to shout:

"Join me, and together we will rise up the tide of rebellion. Slurp... drive Khorne off the brass throne that symbolizes power and glory. Slurp... repay him for his deception and betrayal with his blood and skull!"

Following Skarbrand's call, the demon army fell into a brief silence, with only the sound of slurping saliva echoing in their ears.

However, this brief moment of tranquility was soon broken by a surging roar—

"Kill the false gods and slaughter the throne!"

It was not known which demon was the first to shout this slogan, but it was soon responded by all the demons.

They brandished their weapons one after another, emitting deafening roars, as if they were about to overturn the entire chaotic world.

"Kill the false gods and slaughter the throne!"

"Kill the false gods and slaughter the throne!"

Such sounds rose and fell, echoing in every corner of the chaos.

The demons' enthusiasm reached its peak, their eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and their hearts were filled with hatred and murderous intent towards the Skull Lord on the Brass Throne.

The exact year of the Chaos Calendar cannot be verified, but this day is destined to be recorded in the history of Chaos.

Skarbrand launched the uprising that shocked the entire warp next to the Crystal Palace, and his figure will be forever engraved on the monument of the uprising.

In this uprising, the demons will fight for freedom and survival, and they will write their own legendary chapter with their blood and lives.

And Skarbrand, the (nine) year old VIIIer rebel in the Blood God's realm and now the Chaos Warmaster, will also prove his worth and significance in this battle.

In the God's meeting room

"Jiejiejiejiejiejiejiejiejie..."

Tzeentch's evil laughter echoed in the conference room like a sharp blade, piercing the originally solemn and silent atmosphere.

The Ruler sat at the head, his majestic face revealing unquestionable dominance, like a true king, standing above all other gods.

Nurgle, Slaanesh, and Tzeentch sat beside each other in order. Although they might be somewhat dissatisfied in their hearts, facing the majesty of the Ruler, they never bothered too much with this arrogant sister.

After all, the Ruler's identity when she ascended to godhood from the mortal world was also a king, and her authority naturally contained elements of superiority and domination.

"Now, I have successfully persuaded Skarbrand and the others to rebel completely." The ruler's voice was steady and powerful, and every word struck the hearts of the gods like a heavy hammer.

"Next, you will be needed to help. Find the Blood God and have him duel with Skarbrand."

The Ruler's dissatisfaction was clearly evident. Since the Skarbrand Rebellion, she had paid too much, and the Allies were barely able to compete with Khorne.

Now, she needs other gods to take action, otherwise all her previous investment in power will be gone. Although she can do without it, she cannot let any evil god get it.

"You all have to take action, otherwise, even if we succeed, it may only be temporary." The commander continued.

"All gods must work together to ensure ultimate victory. If Khorne is allowed to continue to grow, then all will be lost, and the entire warp will be plunged into endless slaughter and bloodshed."

Upon hearing this, the three gods Nurgle, Slaanesh and Tzeentch all looked solemn.

They knew that what the Overlord said was not an exaggeration. This war affected all the creatures in the Warp, and more importantly, if they lost this war, they would be kicked out of the group and left with nothing.

"Alright, we will try our best to find the Blood God," Nurgle spoke first, his voice low and hoarse, "but his whereabouts are elusive. Even if we were gods, we wouldn't be able to find his current location."

"I will use my power to disrupt the Blood God's perception, making it difficult for Khorne to interfere in this rebellion." Slaanesh looked at the Overlord with eyes filled with obsession, and he quickly stated, "But this also requires your cooperation to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

Tzeentch's creepy, sinister laugh never ceased. "Don't worry, I will use my wisdom to increase the odds of victory in this battle."

"I hope so."

The Commander nodded slightly, his eyes sweeping over the three twisted monsters below, a hint of disgust and helplessness in his eyes.

Nurgle, Slaanesh, and Tzeentch, although these three guys each have their own abilities, their appearance and behavior always make the Ruler feel disgusted.

"With this group of guys who are dragging us down, I always feel that the chances of winning are slim." The commander muttered to himself, but his face did not show any abnormality.

"However, things have come to this point, and we have no way back."

The Archon spoke again, his voice filled with determination. "We must work together. Besides forcing Khorne out, you all need to do more. Nurgle, your plague power may be of great assistance to us. Slaanesh, your charm and chaos abilities will surely catch the enemy off guard. Tzeentch, your foresight and cunning are the keys to our victory."

Hearing the Commander's orders, the three gods Nurgle, Slaanesh and Tzeentch nodded in agreement, but who knew how much effort they put in?

"Rest assured, Overmind." Nurgle's voice was deep and powerful. "I will do my utmost to show the enemy the horror of the plague."

"I will do the same." Slaanesh smiled slightly, that smile was full of charm and danger, "I will use my ability to plunge the enemy into endless chaos and confusion.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

Tzeentch kept making that creepy laugh, "If things go as expected, I will be the one who forces Khorne out."

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Chapter 72: The Skarbrand Rebellion: Vashtor Joins the Battle

The war situation took a sharp turn for the worse

The solid defense line of the Three Gods Alliance, which had been confronting the Brass Fortress, began to crumble under Kabanha's fierce attack.

The solidity of the fortress was an insurmountable barrier for the enemy. Kabanha's perseverance forced the Three Gods Alliance to retreat step by step, with low morale.

Nurgle's demons fled all over the battlefield, spreading the plague and corruption in their bodies as they fled, affecting the performance of the allied forces.

They should have been the most formidable force on the battlefield, but now they were running around like headless flies, completely losing their order and combat effectiveness.

Although Slaanesh strongly supported the Archon and sent all his Grand Keepers to help, he was now in trouble.

The bombardment of artillery fire came like a violent storm, forcing the Xia Laxi Demon Disaster to hide everywhere in order to survive.

Although those attacks would bring an indescribable sense of comfort to them, as if awakening some desire and longing deep in their hearts, they did not dare to be hit easily.

Because once they are beaten and resurrected, their licking master, Slaanesh, will mercilessly vent his anger on them because he has lost face in front of the Ruler.

But the worst of all was Tzeentch's Lord of Change.

Before the battle even began, they were beaten badly by the combined forces of Nurgle and Slaanesh.

The warlock, who should have been the most flexible and versatile on the battlefield, was now forced to become cannon fodder and go to the front to hold the line.

Under the fierce attack of the Khorne demons, the number of the Lords of Change decreased rapidly, almost to the brink of extinction.

Kabanha, the great demon under Khorne, walked out from behind the heavy bronze door of the Brass Fortress step by step. Every step seemed to step on the heart of the battlefield, stirring up waves of death.

Flames cling to its body like armor, its eyes gleam with enthusiasm for battle and desire for victory, and behind it follows a group of Khorne demons who are also driven by the desire for killing.