Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Like sharp blades forged from darkness and rage, they pointed directly at the scattered Alliance positions, vowing to turn all obstacles into ashes.

The defeat of the Nurgle demons is inevitable. The plague and corruption they once prided themselves on pale in the face of Khorne's wrath.

These existences that once terrified countless creatures can only flee everywhere, looking for the last refuge.

The Tzeentch demons, creatures that possessed unpredictable magic and unknown powers, almost disappeared in this catastrophe. Only a few were left, struggling to survive and trying to light up the hope of survival with the last spark of magic.

In the center of the battlefield, the Great Daemon of Slaanesh still holds his ground, surrounded by the magic of temptation and chaos, trying to use these forces to resist the invasion of Khorne.

However, even the reality-warping magic of Slaanesh was powerless against Kabanha and his legions of Khorne.

The Great Secret Keeper Shalasi Demonsbane, who is beside the Great Demon Slaanesh, and the demon army under his command have become the backbone of this last line of defense.

They fight in a way that is almost artistic, their grace embodying the chaos of life, performing the music of death to perfection.

The daemons of Slaanesh are like dancers controlled by an invisible hand on the battlefield. Although their movements are restricted by the enemy's attacks, they still maintain a heart-pounding rhythm.

Every swing and every charge is like a carefully choreographed dance, interweaving life and death into tragic scenes.

The bloody smell emanating from these demons mixed with the smoke from the battlefield, creating a suffocating sense of oppression, causing every living being who witnessed this scene to tremble deep in their souls.

In this land shrouded in death, the Great Secret Keeper Xarathi Demonsbane and his demon army are fighting their final battle with the demons of Khorne in an almost desperate manner.

Amid the vicious sounds of the machines' joy, artillery fire from all around suddenly roared, sweeping across the entire battlefield like a violent storm.

Vashtor, the master of machinery, finally revealed his true face at this moment.

After he made a deal with the Ruler, he did not take action even under the Ruler's most urgent urging and violent pressure, and deliberately waited until all the allies were killed or wounded before launching an attack.

After all, in Vastor's cold and precise mechanical thinking and his understanding of the nature of all Chaos demons, once his army joined forces with these coalition forces, its combat effectiveness would be almost equal to zero in his eyes, or even not equal to zero.

When these different forces are combined together, not only will they fail to form a powerful synergy, but they will hinder each other because they act independently and have different goals. In the end, it will only lead to a wasted waste of strength, just like a giant beast stuck in a quagmire. The more it struggles, the deeper it sinks.

1+1+1+1, in such a coalition, the final result is -3, not even zero.

This means that not only did they fail to form effective combat effectiveness, but their overall strength was greatly reduced due to internal consumption and conflicts.

Behind Him, the gears composed of demonic souls began to turn, making a heart-pounding sound of pain.

Each of these gears carries the pain and despair of countless demons or souls. They are forcibly combined together to drive the huge demon engine, launching a fierce attack on Kabanha and his Khorne Daemon.

Faced with this sudden change, Kabanha had to temporarily give up the pursuit of the allies and the attack on Xalasi Demon Disaster, and returned to the Brass Fortress.

Behind the formidable ramparts of the Brass Fortress, Kabanha and his Khorne Daemons stared intently at the battlefield outside.

They watched the demonic engines wreak havoc on the battlefield, their hearts filled with anger and resentment.

The appearance of Vashtor made the situation on the battlefield more complicated and confusing.

The mechanical army he brought undoubtedly put enormous pressure on Kabanha and his Khorne Legion.

At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of smoke, and the future was full of uncertainty.

The battlefield that followed was taken over by Vashtor.

The contest between Vastor and Cabanha turned into a protracted tug-of-war.

The two men each led their armies, and they engaged in a fierce offensive and defensive exchange.

On the battlefield, artillery fire raged, smoke filled the air. Under precise command, Vastor's mechanical army, like a torrent of steel, continuously attacked Kabanha's defenses.

Kabanha, relying on the bravery and tenacity of the Khorne Legion, repelled Vastor's attacks time and time again.

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Chapter 73: The Regent's Plans for the Skarbrand Rebellion

At this time, the Emperor was having dinner with Horus. The lights in the hall were soft and the atmosphere was warm.

These lights were created intentionally by Horus.

Horus' face was filled with joy as he picked up food for the Emperor, each bite filled with respect, love and care for his father.

"Father, this meat is very delicious, please try it."

"And this fish is so tender and fresh, you'll definitely like it."

"Oh, and this vegetable salad is so crisp and refreshing, perfect with greasy dishes."

As Horus spoke, he kept picking up food for the emperor, as if he was a good son who wanted to give all the delicious food to his father.

The Emperor accepted his son's kindness with a smile, but a ripple arose in his heart, but not towards Horus.

He thought of the white moonlights in his heart, the woman who made him dream, and the man who made him dream.

It would be great if Xi or Orpesson could also serve him food as attentively as Horus did!

However, just as the Emperor was immersed in beautiful memories, a sudden white light broke the silence.

A huge white palm fell from the sky and hit the emperor directly on the head.

The emperor was caught off guard, his entire body lifted up by the enormous force, and his head slammed into the dining table.

"Bang!] 逡(II) Ling'er Yangyi + Shanbaer"

The dining table shattered into countless pieces in an instant, and the cutlery, plates, food and other items on it were scattered on the ground, making a mess.

At the same time, a rapid psychic voice sounded in the Emperor's mind: "Come quickly, quickly! It's an emergency!"

The emperor was awakened by the voice transmission and quickly recovered from his confusion.

He realized that something must have happened and Xi needed him to go and deal with it immediately.

"Horus, please wait here for a moment. I have something to take care of." After the emperor said this, he hurriedly left the hall and rushed towards the palace indicated by the message.

As the Emperor disappeared from the spot, only the mess in the restaurant was left and Horus stood there with a confused look on his face.

"How many people does the Cursed Legion currently have? Can they support a high-intensity war in the warp?"

There was a hint of impatience in Xi's tone. She was very disappointed with the performance of those small fry in the subspace.

Those so-called allies of Vashtor are not only weak, but also always bargain and are unwilling to give their best.

She had to ask the Emperor in person. After all, all her own strength had been used to protect the souls of dead humans from the evils of the Warp, and she had no spare strength left.

The Emperor frowned slightly upon hearing this, and after thinking for a moment, he said:

"The Cursed Legion is indeed relatively small in number, and we haven't found a qualified commander yet. Most of these people are Thunder Warriors who died. They only obeyed my orders when they were alive, so it's difficult to find a commander who can convince them and lead them in battle."

After hearing this, Xi sighed helplessly. This problem was a bit tricky, and she had to solve the commander's problem herself.

"Forget it, I'll find a way to solve the commander-in-chief's problem."

Xi looked at the Emperor, nagging like an old mother, "Remember, at the critical moment, you must seize the best and most useful things, and avoid war if possible. After all, our strength is limited, and we cannot waste it on meaningless fights.

"Also, don't let down the chain like Tzeentch did. What we need is stability and reliability."

The Emperor did not feel bored when listening to Xi's chatter. On the contrary, he liked it very much, a feeling he had never had during his tribal period.

The emperor nodded, indicating that he would remember Xi's words.

Seeing the Emperor nod, Xi felt a little relieved. She patted the Emperor's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I will always be here to support you. No matter what difficulties we encounter, we will face them together and solve them together."

On the other side of the deep and fiery realm of Khorne.

Angrath the Fearless, Khorne's loyal darling, stood at the front of the battle. His figure was like a blazing flame, and he vowed to defend this territory to the death.

But the offensive of Chaos Warmaster Skarbrand was as surging as a tide, carrying the power to destroy everything, making Angras feel unprecedented pressure.

Skarbrand and the demon army under his command seemed to be driven by some strange power. There was greed and fanaticism in their eyes, and they kept repeating confusing words about loyalty and betrayal, talking about Peacock's unfaithful behavior.

It was as if tainted by the plague of Nurgle, becoming abstract and incomprehensible.

Their behavior was so absurd that Angras felt extremely confused and angry.

Facing such a powerful enemy, Angras knew that he was at a disadvantage, but as the darling of the Blood God, Angras the Fearless, he would never give up easily.

Khorne's beloved, thinking.

It will channel the power and authority hidden within the Blood God's body.

Angras is trying hard to find a way out of the current predicament. Its mind is like a sharp blade, weaving through the complex situation, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

At this critical moment, a sudden blue force appeared like an invisible giant hand, suddenly diverting its thinking from its original course.

This force, with its irresistible attraction, drew Angras's attention in a direction it had never considered.

It tried to resist, but the blue power surged like a torrent, making it impossible for its mind to extricate itself.

It was as if I was caught in a deep whirlpool, and everything around me became blurry and distant.

In this chaos, Angras began to try to understand the intentions of this blue force.

It gradually realized that this might be an opportunity, an opportunity that could allow it to escape from its current predicament and even turn the tide of the war.

So, he began to let go of his inner resistance and instead focused on feeling and understanding the true meaning of this power.

As his understanding deepened, Angras gradually discovered that this blue power not only pointed him in a new direction, but also provided him with a completely new way of thinking.

Angras began to look at problems from a broader and more flexible perspective, no longer confined to the traditional strategic framework.

Finally, when Angras broke free from this chaos.

Angras smiled crookedly: "I have learned the true teachings of the Blood God. I have mastered strategy and slaughter, blood and skulls. I have already thought of a solution."

"That is: before I fail, tell the Lord of Blood and Skull that Skarbrand has rebelled! I can't let his conspiracy succeed!"

So, Angras began to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body, preparing to make the final call.

It took a deep breath, connected its mind with the Blood God and the Lord of Skulls, and then conveyed to them the news of Skarbrand's rebellion and its own plight.

It believed that as long as the Blood God and the Lord of the Skull knew the truth, they would definitely give it support and strength so that it could defeat this seemingly invincible enemy.

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Chapter 74: The Skarbrand Rebellion: Delivering the Message

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie."

Tzeentch's strange and shrill laughter once again echoed in the void, and he was obviously very satisfied with his achievements.

He took great pains to change Angrath's mindset from stubbornly fighting to the end to reporting the news to Khorne.

After all, as Khorne's loyal darling, Angrath's firm thinking and strong will are incomparable to ordinary beings.

Moreover, it has to be completed without anyone noticing and cannot be discovered, which greatly increases the difficulty.

But the thinking of any living creature has its vulnerabilities, and as long as you find that key point, you can easily reverse it.

Speaking of which, we unconsciously turned our attention to another front, where Vastor was engaged in a tug-of-war with Cabanha.

A secondary god and a great demon, alas, they fought back and forth.

Tzeentch's comment: Even Nurgle.

Even Nurgle and all the demons under his command value unity, cohesion and dedication more than Vashtor.

So He decided not to worry about the Brass Fortress anymore and let the great leader of the alliance worry about it!

Tzeentch decided to continue observing and helping Angras to see what interesting things would happen next. After all, this was his achievement.

He was looking forward to seeing a more exciting and shocking scene, or a more unexpected ending.

After all, in this subspace full of unknowns and chaos, anything can happen.

As if drawn by an invisible force, blood slowly flowed out of Angras's wound, staining his armor and hands red.

At this moment, Angras knew that he was violating the agreement with the Blood God.

As Khorne's favorite, he should have relied on his own strength and courage to win glory on the battlefield, rather than relying on psionics, a power hated by the Blood God.

However, time was running out and the situation was urgent. Skarbrand's rebellion had threatened the peace of the entire Khorne realm, and he had to make this difficult choice.

When making this decision, Angras' heart was full of contradictions and struggles.

It knew that once it used psychic power, it might lose the favor and protection of the Blood God, and might even be regarded as a traitor and severely punished.

The loyalty and honor that you pursue throughout your life may also be lost because of this.

However, it is more aware that as a warrior of Khorne, it has the responsibility and obligation to protect its territory.

In the face of the crisis of the Skarbrand rebellion, we cannot sit idly by, and we cannot let the Blood God and the Lord of Skulls be kept in the dark.

So, Angras gritted his teeth and concentrated his will to the extreme.

Feeling the spiritual energy surging in his body, it was as if a powerful force was pushing him towards the unknown other side.