Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

You get through this wave of nausea like this, even if you are compressing the space, there is not much such abstraction.

The silk threads wrapped around Skarbrand's body were white and golden.

The ruler couldn't bear to watch it anymore, it was too disgusting.

She handed the power of the remote control to the Emperor, who then controlled Skarbrand on her behalf, allowing the Emperor to place Khorne on the Brass Throne.

The moment the Emperor took over the remote control, Skarbrand seemed to be hit by an invisible force, and its thoughts were like dark clouds blown away by the wind, gradually revealing a clear sky.

The anger and madness in its body seemed to be soothed by a gentle force, replaced by an unprecedented calmness and rationality.

Skarbrand recalled his past with the Blood God Khorne, and the days when they fought side by side and conquered together seemed to be right before his eyes.

However, at this moment, Khorne was like a cowardly deserter, hiding in the shadow of the Brass Throne, leaving other bloodthirsty Daemons to fight to the death on the battlefield.

Skarbrand's heart was filled with disappointment and disdain for Khorne. He realized that it had lost its glory and courage and was no longer worthy of being called a god.

A flash of blue psychic energy passed by.

The fear and anxiety of Khorne began to emerge in Skarbrand's mind.

Khorne was afraid of losing power in this brutal war, afraid of being replaced by a new king, and forced to leave the areas it once ruled and fend for itself.

Skarbrand understood this fear, but it did not share it.

But Skarbrand is still very kind.

It planned that after becoming the Lord of Mindless Killing, it would choose Khorne as its chosen one, favor it forever, and forgive its past sins.

In a distant real universe, a shocking scene is taking place. The Regent of the Empire, a powerful and majestic figure, slaps the Emperor in the face. Fortunately, there is no one around.

Skarbrand's idea of ​​eating and taking, and then when he becomes powerful, pretending to forgive your sins as a gift.

It reminded her of the emperor when he was young. The emperor at that time always threatened that when he grew up, he would take away all her food, provisions, and even her.

"Stop hitting me. Haven't I grown up and never been disrespectful to you? I've always been behind you obediently." The emperor begged for mercy.

After hearing what the emperor said, Xi slapped him twice again. That was disrespectful and too weak. If Xi had been weaker than the emperor at that time, the ending would have been tragic.

After all, it was the primitive human era, and it was common for them to kidnap good-looking people and bring them back to the cave.

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Chapter 79: The Skarbrand Heresy: Khorne-class Daemon Titan

Khorne sat on the brass throne, his gaze like burning flames, piercing through the endless void, gazing at the demons below who had sacrificed themselves for him.

Like moths to a flame, the demons rushed towards Skarbrand, fighting for the glory of Khorne and dying for his faith.

The Brass Throne is not only a symbol of the Mindless Killing Domain, but also a powerful psychic energy extraction device modified by Vashtor.

It ruthlessly drains Khorne's psychic energy, distributing it across the Webway.

As the saying goes, it will kill you while you are sick.

Especially in the subspace, a place without the concept of time, it is full of endless possibilities and unknowns.

Even gods who awaken or are born in the future will have their own believers or followers. They will flock to the Webway under Khorne like a tide, making Khorne even more miserable.

In the chaos of the warp, the disputes and entanglements between the gods never stop.

At this moment, even Slaanesh, who took pleasure in temptation and pleasure, became very interested in Khorne's current state.

The protection around Khorne was riddled with holes and was emitting a pink-purple power.

Like a blazing flame, with an indescribable allure and charm, this was Slaanesh cheering for Khorne's painful expression as he sat on the toilet, applauding His persistence and endurance.

Khorne was very angry, because this was too much like a constipated person who urgently needed relief, while (Slaanesh) next to him was cheering him on. Khorne was in a state of needing release but being unable to vent, and was in great pain.

Under the ass of Khorne.

The webway, which had already been completely destroyed, became even more dilapidated.

The Webway is like a broken spider web, connecting every corner of the Warp. It was originally a channel for the spread of Khorne's power, but it has become a convenient channel for many evil gods to attack Khorne.

Among them, the gods who have not awakened or been born, their believers or warriors mostly wear blue armor with the symbol of U on it. Through the cracks in the webway, they are driven by the power of the gods and continuously flow into the battlefield, fighting for war and fighting for peace.

In order to snipe Khorne on the Webway, the major gods also wanted to prevent a certain U group under the command of the god of war from killing the great demons under their command and destroying the demons that were finally resurrected.

Then, Tzeentch cast a powerful spell.

This spell was like an invisible net, covering a corner of the webway, isolating the U-group warriors from the evil god's subordinates that they might have encountered.

No matter how hard the U-Team warriors tried to search, or how deep they penetrated into the heart of the Webway, they could not encounter the Daemons that were deliberately hidden by the evil gods, and find the Daemons under Khorne's command.

This spell utilizes the time and space distortion properties of the Warp to guide the U-group warriors onto the wrong path or cause them to lose their way at critical moments.

Sometimes, even if they could clearly sense the presence of other demons, they were unable to break through the constraints of the spell and confront them head-on.

Tzeentch was very happy. The human god of war should fight against the chaotic god of war. War against war, and not hurt his children.

Khorne finally couldn't contain his rage anymore. Now both sides of his realm were on fire, and he could only choose one side.

Khorne, who had been slumped on the throne, slowly rose from the ancient and glorious brass throne, his movements filled with a calm dignity.

Every inch of the brass throne is carved with intricate totems and symbols, telling of endless loyalty and glory.

His eyes turned angry and bloodshot the moment he sat up, and the anger in his eyes penetrated the fog that the gods had cast over his head.

His hands rested lightly on the armrests of the throne, and his fingertips, wrapped in blood-red armor, lightly touched the cold carvings. This was the Blood God's way of relieving his pain.

As his body gradually straightened, an invisible aura emanated from him, like a sudden gust of wind, blowing away the surrounding haze and the mocking voices of the gods.

The movements were not hurried, but every detail revealed the power and majesty of the gods that could not be ignored.

When He finally stood up completely and scanned everything around Him, the entire space trembled under His gaze. All the gods' eyes were focused on Him, and the Emperor was looking forward to His next move.

At this moment, in this brief moment, He was no longer the god bound to the throne, but embarked on the journey of facing the Five God Puppets.

Amidst the chaos and strife of the Warp, the Emperor remains calm.

He knew Skarbrand, the puppet of the gods. It was indeed powerful and cunning, but the Emperor never thought that a mere Skarbrand could easily defeat the Blood God Khorne. After all, the Emperor had really fought against the Blood God.

The Emperor is not easily fooled by superficial appearances.

He understood that if Skarbrand really had the power to kill Khorne, the balance of the Warp would have been broken long ago, and he would not have needed to go through such a long road of revival and the baptism of the Great Crusade for mankind.

Therefore, when the Emperor took control and saw the demons ready to move in Skarbrand's eyes, he chose to regain his previous skills - the superb skills of the God of Machines, Om Messiah.

The Emperor's fingers gently pulled the silk threads that controlled the puppets, as if weaving an invisible net, tightly binding Skarbrand and the surrounding demons under his control. Skarbrand began an unprecedented killing feast, but the victims of this feast were not the humans or gods he expected, but those undisciplined and chaotic demons.

They were forcibly compressed into machine screws, and then, under the Emperor's will, were rebuilt into a huge and majestic Khorne-class Daemon Titan.

The Demon Titans not only possess powerful combat power, but are also under the control of the Emperor. The Emperor hopes to use this method to increase his chances of victory over Khorne.

After all, in the eyes of the Emperor, these demons are synonymous with chaos and destruction, but with his amazing wisdom and superb skills, it is an honor for all demons to face Khorne directly.

Those who witnessed the Daemon Titans being ruthlessly dismantled and reshaped into horrors by the Emperor, Daemons were creatures of joy, but now their hearts were filled with fear.

They wanted to slap themselves twice right now. Why did they participate in this battle just to see the Blood God sit on the Brass Throne? They began to realize that only by fighting harder could they avoid becoming part of those huge mechanical monsters.

Driven by this fear, they no longer simply follow orders, but begin to actively seek out the enemy, attacking and destroying with all their might. It is proving its worth to the Emperor.

, so that the emperor would not extend his evil hand to himself.

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Chapter 80: The Skarbrand Rebellion - I Thought So Too

Various gods and forces are closely watching every subtle move of Skarbrand in a way beyond mortal understanding.

Today is an unprecedented day, a decisive moment to push Khorne onto the Brass Throne. Such an opportunity only comes once a year or even countless ages, and is therefore extremely precious.

Tzeentch, when he saw how the Emperor, with the superb skills of the God of Machinery Ommessiah, miraculously transformed the idle demons around Skarbrand into Khorne-class demon titans, an unconcealable admiration flashed in his eyes.

"What a genius! But I want your idea." Tzeentch admired in a low voice.

But not all gods were appreciative of the Emperor's feats.

Nurgle, his heart was filled with anger.

Because most of the demons transformed into Titans by the Emperor were once his capable generals, and were the source of the plague that he carefully cultivated in his garden.

Now, they have been reshaped by the Emperor in such a brutal way, becoming Titans that represent killing and destruction. The rich green color of the Titans is even more dazzling and insulting to Nurgle.

Although Nurgle was extremely angry, he did not attack the Emperor immediately. Now was a critical period, and any rash action might lead to unpredictable consequences. He could only bury his anger deep in his heart and wait for the right time to retaliate.

In contrast to Nurgle's rage and forbearance, Slaanesh expressed a keen interest in the Emperor's craft. In his view, this technique of transforming demons into Titans was not only novel and unique, but also held boundless possibilities and room for imagination. Slaanesh decided to engage in in-depth discussions and exchanges with the Emperor when the time was right, hoping to draw inspiration and creativity from it, adding new colours and elements to his own artistic world.

As for Xi, she seemed to have become accustomed to the Emperor's various feats. The Emperor was a legendary figure who dared to challenge the laws of the universe and constantly broke through his own limits. As for the Emperor's act of transforming demons into Titans, Xi just smiled faintly and did not show too much surprise or curiosity.

After all, the Emperor is capable of anything, and this is just one of his many feats. After all, the Emperor is the greatest birth in human history.

Between the footsteps, there is a heavy and determined walk; between the demons, there is a wandering and restless breath.

In the realm of Khorne shrouded in chaos and killing, after the appearance of Khorne, the demons who were originally ready to move seemed to be restrained by an invisible force and could not go to the next battle that would determine their fate.

Due to Angrath's folly and the Emperor's actions, Angrath is gone, and the Blood God himself would have sat on the Brass Throne, but due to Skarbrand's rebellion, none of His men could stop him.

The Blood God had to give up his plan to block the Webway for the time being. He took action personally to first remove the obstacle of Skarbrand, and then sat on the Brass Throne again. Blocking the Webway, but it shouldn't be a problem if I leave for a while, right?

Unfortunately there is no hope, hope lies in Tzeentch's hands.

With every step Khorne took, his scarlet iron boots made a heavy sound, shaking the entire realm like a war drum.

The footprints left behind turned into angry flames, burning fiercely and turning all obstacles into ashes.

After eight layers of burning, the flames destroyed all the demons in the area that could not bear it, and the bar was read again.

His gaze was as sharp as a torch, staring directly at Skarbrand across from him.

Skarbrand's body was covered with a multicolored glow, and the traces on his original armor were the glory and power that Skarbrand had accumulated over the years of fighting in Chaos.

But at this moment, Skarbrand seemed a little abnormal. With every step he took, saliva would flow from his mouth.

The saliva dripped onto the ground, making a crisp sound.

This saliva was extremely corrosive and easily corroded through Khorne's territory, leaving behind a series of shocking traces.

Khorne saw the shadow behind Skarbrand, and the Emperor who was primarily controlling Skarbrand.

He is angry.

"It is you, Emperor!" This time Khorne did not call out the Accursed.

Khorne's rage was like a raging fire, almost devouring everything. "You destroyed everything I had. You took away all my instruments. You completely ruined my plan. You destroyed everything I had!"

The more Khorne spoke, the hotter the flames on his body became, as if they were about to ignite the entire universe.

His eyes flashed with a fire of anger that was enough to ignite the galaxy, and that fire contained endless rage and killing.

He stared intently at the back of the puppet Skarbrand, where the power of the five gods was once again bestowed upon Skarbrand, making his power even stronger.

The more angry Khorne became, the more the five gods laughed at him.

Their laughter echoed in the Warp, like a cold blade, piercing Khorne's heart again and again.

And in a distant reality, the Emperor heard Khorne's curse.

He was slightly stunned, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He didn't know why, but he felt very comfortable in his heart.

Perhaps it was because seeing Khorne so angry made him feel successful; or perhaps it was because he knew that he had won this battle without any big margin a long time ago.

After all, the success or failure of this puppet Skarbrand is now meaningless. He has already got what he wanted, and what he gets afterwards can only be regarded as gifts.

"Khorne, yours is doomed to fail,"

The Emperor's voice came through Skarbrand, carrying an indescribable majesty and power.

"You are arrogant and conceited, viewing everything as your own. Before you even begin, you're already trying to control the future, imagining a glorious future of success. However, your idealized future is ultimately just an illusion."

The Emperor's words were like a sharp sword, piercing the veil of Khorne's heart.

Surprise crossed His face, and He gazed at the Emperor behind Skarbrand in disbelief. How could He possibly know? How could He know the thoughts of another God?

Because in the early days of the Great Crusade, the Emperor had also had a similar fantasy: he wanted to one day quickly end this long campaign, retire successfully, enjoy a peaceful retirement life, spend time with his family, and have a wife and children.

Now the emperor is entangled in reality and troubled, and dares not even think about it.

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Chapter 81: The Skarbrand Rebellion for Ultramar

They are not talking, but are ready to strike.

Khorne wielded the blood-red sword, the blade burning with raging flames of anger, and countless souls wailed on it, as if pouring out all the pain and despair in the world.

Skarbrand, holding the giant axe blessed by the five gods, suddenly collided with Khorne's sword, and a dazzling white light burst out instantly. Everything around was swallowed by this power. The demons screamed in terror and fled in all directions, not daring to approach these two terrifying beings.