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Within the Silver Palace, Slaanesh's laughter echoed, filled with joy and satisfaction.

However, even as Slaanesh was excited, Tzeentch's whispers lingered in its ears.

The voice was full of temptation and provocation, causing Slaanesh to agree repeatedly.

Tzeentch proposed that Slaanesh unite with Nurgle to fight against the now powerful human gang.

Nurgle looked at the scene in front of him, his heart filled with gloating.

It did not have much sympathy for Khorne's plight, but at this moment, the obscene words of the Lord of Pleasure reached Nurgle's ears.

The Lord of Pleasure's words were full of teasing and temptation, causing Nurgle to nod involuntarily.

After all, if human helpers are too powerful, who would want to play the game?

Thus, under the instigation of Tzeentch and the tempting words of the Lord of Pleasure, Slaanesh and Nurgle reached a consensus.

They decided to join forces to fight against the human gang and jointly weaken this powerful force.

Skarbrand's body suddenly emitted colorful light, which was bright and dazzling, containing all the colors in the universe.

The gods poured more of their power into its body, hoping to use its power to achieve their own goals.

However, things don't always go as they wish. A white and golden light surges out from Skarbrand's body, trying to stop the gods from fighting for Skarbrand.

The two rays of light are full of holiness and majesty, representing some kind of inviolable power.

But with the Indulgence currently distracted by other challenges, and the Emperor unable to withstand the onslaught of this force, defeat seemed only a matter of time.

"At every critical moment, there are always some people who drag their feet."

A voice echoed in the subspace, full of helplessness and anger.

This is a truth deep in the subspace. When it comes to success, there will always be obstacles of one kind or another that prevent people from achieving their goals smoothly.

At this moment, Angras, who was controlled by the Ruler, was beside the Blood God Khorne. He extracted more than a dozen bones and collected too much blood. He used psychic power to transfer these to the Regent Palace in front of the Blood God.

Ancras stepped on Khorne's face with one foot and on Khorne's already eroded abdomen with the other foot, and his red hands desperately pulled at Khorne's armor.

Its eyes were full of greed and desire; it wanted to get the complete set of armor, not those scattered pieces.

But the armor seemed to have merged with Khorne, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not pull it off.

"You damned guy, how dare you treat me like this!" Khorne roared angrily, but his voice had become weak and powerless. He used to be so powerful, but now he could only let Angras control him.

"Survival of the fittest, the strong prevail and the weak perish. This is the truth of the universe and an unchangeable law."

The light and shadow behind Angras slowly conveyed these words, with an irrefutable sense of authority.

Although he didn't say it himself, his coldness and determination were evident in his words.

Khorne was silent, his chest heaving violently, as if a ball of rage was burning in his chest.

He was holding back, not letting his anger erupt. However, even in this silence, his eyes revealed a complex emotion.

The Blood God looked at the giant tree with an indescribable admiration in his eyes.

The Ruler defeated the God of Strategy with strategy and war in the area he was least familiar with. Such an enemy is truly admirable.

Faced with such an enemy, Khorne did not feel despair or discouragement. On the contrary, a new fighting spirit surged in his heart.

"Although you won this time, it doesn't mean you can win forever." Khorne's voice was low and powerful, squeezed out from between his teeth, and came from the soles of Angoras' feet.

Angrath made no answer, but looked at Khorne coldly.

Kabanha, the once invincible existence, was now beaten into a pulp by the rebellious Skarbrand.

But it was revived.

The place of resurrection is not far from the Brass Throne, a place that symbolizes loyalty and glory.

Before the newly resurrected Kabanha could catch his breath, he found himself surrounded by countless Smurfs, with the battle cry of "For Macragge" still echoing in his mind.

This made the Great Daemon of Khorne wonder whether this was Macragge or near the Brass Throne.

"How dare you, a bunch of ants, attack me!"

Kabanha roared, trying to use his strength to repel these blue elves, these space warriors in blue armor.

However, its strength seemed to have not fully recovered yet, and it seemed a little overwhelmed in the face of so many enemies.

The Smurfs did not retreat because of Kabanha's roar, but attacked it even more frantically.

Punching and kicking, each attack was carried with endless power and hatred.

Under the siege of the crowd, Kabanha was forced to enter the resurrection time again.

This resurrection was undoubtedly a heavy blow to Kabanha.

The pride and confidence I once had were completely shattered at this moment.

This made Kabanha realize that he was no longer the person who could trample on other people's lives at will.

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Chapter 84 Retreat

Skarbrand roared like an enraged beast, his giant axe drawing black tracks in the air, as if tearing the air apart.

His eyes were red, filled with anger and unwillingness, because he could feel that the power of Tzeentch was gradually eroding his body and taking control, while the power of the Emperor and the Ruler was being forced out.

Skarbrand looked at Angras in front of him with red eyes.

Angras stood there with his foot on the bloody face of the Blood God, as if to impose a final humiliation on this once invincible god.

It wasted several moments, clinging tightly to the Blood God's armor with both hands. Even though the armor was extremely hard, it had no intention of giving up.

The demon's muscles tensed as it exerted force, and veins bulged across its blood-red skin, revealing the all-out effort it was currently giving.

"Damn it, how could Angras be so weak? He can't even take off his armor."

The technical shadow behind Angras cursed

The Blood God struggled at Angras's feet, but seemed unable to break free from such restraints.

Just as Skarbrand was running towards Angras with his giant axe, the figure approached as fast as lightning, the axe blade flashed with cold light, and swung towards Angras fiercely.

At this moment, Guilliman, who was waiting on the side, stepped forward and blocked the attack with the sword in his hand.

"Your attack is far inferior to that of the Blood God's Suspicious Order 7 (Eight) Qi Private Witch, like a star is comparable to the bright moon."

Guilliman's voice was calm and powerful as his sword collided with Skarbrand's axe with a deafening roar.

Skarbrand roared, and psychic magic surged around him, as if to devour everything.

It swung its great axe again, slashing at Guilliman, who dodged nimbly and counterattacked with the sincere dagger in his hand.

The two figures moved quickly on the battlefield, and their attack and defense movements were as graceful and precise as a dance.

Their weapons collided in the air, making crisp metallic sounds, and each attack was accompanied by the explosion of countless sparks.

The battle intensified, both men pushing their strength to the limit. Skarbrand's great axe whistled with every swing, while Guilliman's longsword and shortsword swung with lightning speed, dazzling the eyes.

Slaanesh exerted his strength, and he also wanted to insult Khorne.

Musical notes appeared around the two of them.

The battle seemed to become a silent symphony, every note was full of power and passion.

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The Ruler controlled Angrath. She felt the situation behind her through Angrath's body, so Angrath no longer insisted on tearing off the armor of the Blood God (Khorne).

Its gaze turned to the Blood God's blood-red sword, deciding to give the Blood God a more direct blow.

He stepped on the Blood God's hand that was tightly gripping the sword and pressed down hard, but the Blood God resisted stubbornly, showing no signs of loosening.

The Blood God let out a low roar, as if telling Angras that he would never give up his weapon easily.

Seeing this, Angras had no choice but to pick up his double axes. Two white rays of light flashed on the blades of the double axes. That was the power of the Lord of Hatred and Slavery. It aimed at the weakest part of the Blood God's armor - the connection between the shoulder and the arm, and swung the giant axe with all his strength.

With a loud bang, the Blood God's arm and the hand that was tightly grasping the sword were cut off.

The Blood God let out a painful roar that echoed in Angras's ears.

But Angras showed no sympathy or mercy. A voice within it spoke coldly, "Goodbye, great god of war. I have enjoyed this time together, and it is surely worth remembering. But now it is time to part ways. You will have to stay here and wait for Skarbrand's insults."

After saying this, he controlled Angras to use his psychic power in front of the Blood God, transferring the Blood God's sword and arm to the Regent Palace in the real universe.

"It's time for my son to go."

The sound reached Guilliman's ears. Guilliman stopped fighting with Skarbrand, spat at the disgusting thing, and quickly got away.

At the same time, those Khorne demons who had just been resurrected near the Bronze Throne thought they would face the iron fists of the elves and fierce battles again.

They were all prepared to fight bloody battles again and be beaten to death again, but the Smurfs suddenly stopped fighting.

The Smurfs took off their helmets and spat at the Khorne demons. They were following their father's example and expressing their disdain for the demons.

Seeing this, the Khorne demons must have wanted to get angry and continue fighting them, but the Smurfs had already disappeared.

This really made the Khorne demons feel baffled and frustrated! They were probably still wondering why the enemy suddenly left?

But looking at the Brass Throne, they seem to have forgotten something?

But in short, the battle ended inexplicably.

White power also floated out of Angras' body, turning into a seed and floating towards the west of the subspace.

After leaving the Blood God's territory, the white seed slowly floated towards the giant tree.

Before this, countless demons avoided it as if it were the plague, fearing that if they were touched by it, they would end up like the Blood God.

When all the souls were brought back to reality from that fantastic battlefield by the Imperial Regent, everything they experienced in the Warp seemed like a beautiful dream.

Everyone in the Legion of Sons of War woke up feeling extremely satisfied and happy. Not only did they return unharmed, but they also experienced an extremely wonderful dream together.

In their dreams, they fought side by side with the legendary Gene-Father, the Primarch who had never returned, and faced powerful enemies together.

They rushed forward side by side to resist foreign enemies together, as if time had gone back to those passionate years.

At the end of the dream, they spat at the demons together, humiliating them in a unique way, which made them feel unprecedented pleasure and satisfaction.

Therefore, after this, the 13th Legion had a new unwritten rule:

If the enemy has not been defeated before retreating, spit on them to humiliate them.

According to the official explanation of this new rule by the leader of the Sons of War Legion, its official language can be expressed as follows:

"In the glory and heritage of the Sons of War Legion, we uphold an infinite desire for victory and fearlessly mock the enemy. In light of the unique experiences of recent battles and the shared dreams of our soldiers, we hereby promulgate a new unwritten rule: When the battle situation is unfavorable and retreat is imminent, but the enemy has not yet been completely defeated, our legionaries should spit as a sign of contempt and humiliation towards the enemy.

This action not only demonstrates the pride and indomitable spirit of our Legion, but also serves as a spiritual blow and mockery to the enemy. We firmly believe that under the protection of the Gene Father, the War Sons Legion will always maintain unity and courage. No matter what difficulties we face, we will fearlessly embrace the dawn of victory together.

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Chapter 85 Spoils of War

The Imperial Regent was standing in her palace at this moment, with many astonishing trophies laid out before her - divine blood, divine bones, and fragments of the Blood God's armor.

And the newly acquired Khorne arm and sword.

That divine sword was none other than the Dark Sword that Khorne had snatched from Tzeentch's domain. It had many terrifying names, such as "The Wailing Messenger" and "The Warmaker".

However, at this moment, the sword lay quietly in the hands of the Imperial Regent, tightly grasped by her feminine and soft hands, as if she had lost all the power to resist.

The blade of the Dark Sword was dull and lacked its former sharpness, and it no longer emitted any wails or calls of war.

In the palace, a smug smile appeared on the face of the Imperial Regent. She gently stroked the blade of the Dark Sword, feeling the ancient power contained within. Even in her heart, the sword aroused her desire for victory and anticipation for killing.

……

In Ultramar, the planet's Archon sits in a magnificent palace.

Under the careful care of his adoptive mother, Guilliman slowly opened his eyes, his eyes revealing a kind of confusion of just waking up, as if he was still recalling the dream he had just experienced.

Recalling the scene in his dream, he found that he had lost the etiquette and manners that he had learned from his adoptive parents.

It was an embarrassing scene. My other self actually spat on the ugly creature as if it were a disgusting demon.

Such an action made him feel extremely ashamed and regretful even in his dreams, because it completely violated the principles of respect and politeness he had always upheld.

"That's so rude."

Guilliman couldn't help but mutter to himself after waking up from the dream.

He believed that as a well-educated person, he should always maintain his composure and etiquette even in his dreams, and should not lose his reason and composure no matter what the situation.

"Robot (Guilliman's nickname), you look really exhausted now. You need to rest, my child. You are exhausted to the limit and can't hold on like this any longer."