Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Talasha Udon, the Palace Master of Ultra, spoke softly in her tone of motherly concern.

She was holding a cup of steaming milk in her hand, and the warm mist slowly rose in the air, as if bringing a touch of warmth to the cold room.

She gently handed the glass of milk to Guilliman, her loving eyes looking at him, filled with endless worry and heartache. Roboute had not slept for three days before his last sleep.

Guilliman looked up at Talasa, a flicker of gratitude and apology in his eyes.

I am really too tired during this period, which will cause me to sleepwalk suddenly.

However, faced with Ms. Yuton's concern and consideration, he had to temporarily put aside the burden in his heart and accept the care from his elders.

Guilliman took the milk and took a sip. The warm liquid instantly warmed his whole body and his heart.

"Thank you, Ms. Euton. I will rest well, but only after I finish my official duties for today."

Guilliman spoke softly, with an imperceptible softness and relief in his voice. In front of Euden, the nameless fire of anger in Guilliman's heart seemed to be extinguished unconsciously.

Whenever Guilliman felt angry or dissatisfied, as long as he thought of Talatha's loving eyes, his mood would unconsciously calm down. After all, he could not bring these negative emotions to Lady Euton.

Yudon looked at him with a smile, a hint of relief and pride in his eyes.

Her child, Guilliman, was a responsible, capable man, and dedicated to the future of Ultramar. However, he was incredibly stubborn, unlike the sweet-talking child who used to call her "mother," which frustrated Talasha Udon.

"Good boy, I know you have a strong sense of responsibility, but you also have to learn to take care of yourself. Only when you are healthy can you better fulfill your duties." Tarasha said softly, her words full of tenderness and care.

Guilliman nodded and drank the milk in one gulp. He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and began to relax his body and mind.

I really need to rest for some time to recover my physical and mental strength so that I can better face the mountains of official duties.

……

"My friend, come quickly!"

The Emperor's psychic voice, as rich and powerful as a giant bell, suddenly exploded in Malcador's mind with unquestionable majesty.

The sudden voice in his mind was like thunder, instantly waking Malcador up from his drowsy recliner.

The Imperial Chancellor suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of confusion and astonishment flashed in his eyes, and then he realized that this was the emperor's call, and an indescribable anger surged in his heart.

Although he knew that the Emperor's summons was no small matter, there must be something important that he needed to discuss.

So, Malcador had to say goodbye to Prime Minister Yuanming who was struggling with government affairs.

Although he saw that Prime Minister Yuanming's face was full of reluctance and regret, Malcador could only apologize helplessly and hurriedly left the Prime Minister's Administrative Hall.

He straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, then took big strides and walked quickly towards the direction where the emperor was.

Malcador's heart was filled with trepidation and anxiety, for he knew that the Emperor was a being without emotional intelligence and in charge of the power of family discord.

This means that the conversation with the Emperor must have been a scapegoat or a violent conflict had broken out with his own daughter and child.

Sometimes my present self always wants to slap my past self twice, and I regret it every time I think about it.

With mixed feelings, Malcador walked towards the magnificent and solemn palace, ready to face the almighty and majestic emperor.

Malcador paused outside the palace when he saw the black guards. It seemed that this was a very important matter.

As Malcador's footsteps echoed, the Black Guards served as silent guardians, guiding him through the intricate obstacles and mazes of the Imperial Palace.

The steps of the imperial guards were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to declare their inviolable majesty.

Malcador's heart was also filled with awe and curiosity. What tricks was the Emperor up to?

But he knew that he was about to witness the greatest secret of the Empire, a shocking mystery that even the Emperor's children did not know.

Following the guidance of the Black Guards, Malcador came to an area he had never set foot in before.

This place seems to be a secret place isolated from the world, and the air is filled with an indescribable breath of chaos and blood god.

Malcador glanced around and saw countless exquisite instruments and machines neatly arranged in front of him. The exquisiteness of these creations was simply breathtaking.

These machines are attached with a faint aura of chaos, as if they are inextricably linked to that unknown and mysterious world.

Their construction was intricate and ingenious, every gear and lever seeming to reveal a secret unknown to the world. A profound shock welled up in Malcador's heart as he realized that these mechanical creations were the key to the Imperium's survival and its resistance to the onslaught of Chaos.

Everyone stood quietly in front of these machines, feeling the mysterious power they emanated.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, trying to understand the true meaning and purpose of these mechanical creations.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not completely uncover the secrets. The secrets hidden behind these mechanical creations were far more complicated than he had imagined.

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Chapter 86: The defeated Khorne will be insulted

Skarbrand was now waving its crimson arms with such strength that it seemed to tear apart everything around it.

With just a wave of its arm, it knocked the Blood God Khorne, who was standing next to the God of Terror Angrath, flying and falling heavily to the ground.

"Hey, isn't this our famous, omnipotent God of War, Khorne? Why is he lying on the ground and can't get up?"

Skarbrand's voice was full of sarcasm and mockery, and his words were like a sharp knife, piercing deep into Khorne's heart.

"The ground is cold. Get up quickly. You're still dripping with blood."

Skarbrand continued to taunt, his tone full of pride and satisfaction. After all, for Skarbrand, whose mind was controlled by Tzeentch's power, seeing Khorne's miserable appearance was its greatest pleasure.

"I'm sorry, our Blood God Khorne, it seems you can't stand up anymore. Are you paraplegic?"

At this time, Tzeentch's voice echoed in Skarbrand's body, and continued to speak to Skarbrand. His voice was sweet to the point of being sickening, but full of malice and ridicule.

"An arm, all the bones and flesh on the body were pulled out. Xixi is really amazing." The voice was filled with endless temptation and obscenity, and the words were spoken to the ruler in a very intimate manner.

Khorne was lying on the ground, his body covered in blood. One of his arms had been chopped off, and broken bones and splattered flesh and blood were scattered all over the ground.

"I think I saw Xixi stepping on your face just now. Hey, I want one too."

After saying this, purple flashed across Skarbrand's body. The other two did not try to stop him. After all, Khorne had already become their meal.

Then, Skarbrand raised its huge red paw and stepped hard on Khorne's face. It was worthy of being the former darling of the evil god. Its power was so great that a deep footprint instantly appeared on Khorne's face. The blood and mud mixed together, which looked particularly shocking.

“Brother, my brother, how could you be so careless?”

Nurgle's voice sounded at this time, and his voice slowly approached like a ball of green ichor. The loving god looked at Khorne lying on the ground, his eyes full of "concern".

"Brother, you really make me feel bad, your arm..."

"Look, this is the arm I found for you. It's very nice, isn't it?" Nurgle said, handing a dog paw to Khorne. His tone was full of pride and satisfaction, as if finding this dog paw for Khorne was his greatest achievement.

Khorne looked at the dog paw in front of him, his heart filled with anger and humiliation. He said nothing, nor did he want to say anything. He missed the Ruler and the Emperor very much now. After all, the two of them only knew how to rob things and had no interest in humiliating others and trampling on their dignity.

When Kabanha, leading countless bloodthirsty demon armies, a demon army clad in blood-stained armor and with eyes revealing endless bloodlust, followed the once invincible footsteps of Khorne and stepped into this battlefield soaked in blood, the scene before him filled his heart with shock and disbelief.

The scene before my eyes seemed like a horrifying picture from hell.

The Blood God Khorne, the god of war who made countless creatures tremble in the High Heavens and fed on the anger of living beings, now lay quietly on the battlefield like a drained corpse.

Most of the blood on the Blood God's body had been drained away by some indescribable force, leaving only blood-red skin and a few exposed bones, which looked particularly shocking.

His body was incomplete, his armor was broken, and his spirit was extremely weak, as if he had experienced countless fatal blows.

And Skarbrand, former comrade and companion, now traitor, the punished tyrant of the Warp, now stood beside Khorne like a victorious king.

Its huge red paw was still stepping hard on Khorne's face, as if it wanted to completely trample the former god of war under its feet.

Moreover, in the eyes of the Great Demon, Skarbrand had a cold and complacent smile on his face, which was full of flaunting of strength and contempt for the weak.

When Kabanha and the bloodthirsty demon army witnessed this scene, they couldn't help but feel a strong anger and shock in their hearts.

They had never seen such a horrific scene, nor had they ever imagined that their master, the Blood God Khorne, would end up in such a miserable way.

This scene left a deep impression on them, as if it was branded deep in their souls and could never be erased.

"Is this... is this true?"

Kabanha's voice trembled, and his eyes were filled with anger and disbelief.

It couldn't believe that the Blood God, whom they once feared and admired, would fall so easily at the hands of an even more brutal demon.

The bloodthirsty demon army also showed the same expression, they looked at each other, as if to confirm the reality of the scene before them. However, no matter how hard they tried, they could not change this cruel reality.

At that breathtaking moment, Kabanha and the demon army under his command were awakened by an invisible force, and determination and anger flashed in their eyes.

Without a moment's hesitation, they charged towards Skarbrand. They had to, must, take back their master - Khorne, and at the same time make Skarbrand, the rebel who dared to challenge Khorne's majesty, pay a heavy price.

Seeing this, Skarbrand curled up a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth. He slowly put down the huge red foot that had just been removed from Khorne's face. Khorne's once majestic face, which was now covered with footprints, looked particularly desolate. He casually threw aside the dog paw in his hand that was originally used to tease Khorne.

It did not take this sudden challenge seriously.

Skarbrand straightened his back, gripping the axe blade tightly with both hands, his muscles tense as iron beneath his blood-red skin, ready to unleash destructive power at any moment.

It fought against many enemies alone without any fear. Facing the charge of Kabanha and the Demon Lord, it was like an unshakable mountain, without any retreat.

Even though Kabanha is the best in the bloodthirsty demon army and its strength should not be underestimated, it still seems powerless in front of Skarbrand.

Every swing of Skarbrand's axe and every kick was accompanied by thunderous force, defeating the demon army rushing forward one by one. The power of wisdom calculated in his mind made his movements both swift and precise, as if every blow was carefully calculated, striving to exchange the greatest victory for the smallest cost.

On the battlefield, the wails of the demon army and the roar of Skarbrand intertwined, forming a tragic war song.

No matter how hard Kabanha tried, no matter how many demon troops fought, they could not shake Skarbrand in the slightest.

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Chapter 87: This is ultimately a dream of Khorne

Kabanha did not engage in a fight with Skarbrand. Its eyes were always fixed on the Blood God lying on the ground. It was a firm and persistent loyalty that transcended personal grudges.

The Blood God slowly stood up with the help of Kabanha. The pain in the wound on his waist was still severe, but the noisy power of hatred attached to it seemed to be gradually dissipating.

Khorne thought to himself that it was obvious that someone was expecting him to solve the trouble of Skarbrand himself, or to remain safe and sound from then on.

"Kabanha, take me to the Brass Throne."

The Blood God's voice was deep and powerful, revealing an unquestionable determination.

"There, I will retrieve my axe and use it to cut the threads of those puppets blinded by the gods, so that Skarbrand can once again recognize who its true master is."

Upon hearing this, Kabanha nodded, carried the Blood God on his back without hesitation, and set out on the journey to the Brass Throne.

Their figures gradually faded away in the blood-red world where chaos and slaughter were intertwined, leaving behind only Kabanha's firm and heavy footprints.

As Skarbrand witnessed all this, he felt an indescribable excitement and impulse in his heart.

It also longed to go to the Brass Throne and sit on the throne that belonged exclusively to Heart Killer, but the way forward was firmly blocked by the demon army of Khorne.

The demons of Khorne were like waves swept up by the wind, launching fierce charges towards Skarbrand wave after wave. However, Skarbrand stood firm like a rock, and every charge was ruthlessly defeated by it. The demons were scattered all over the ground, and wailing could be heard one after another.

But the Khorne demons did not retreat. They continued to charge forward. Although this seemed futile, it invisibly delayed Skarbrand's pace.

Buy time for Cabanha.

With the blessing and whispers of the gods, Skarbrand felt unprecedented strength and confidence.

It looked at the demons it had defeated, its heart filled with arrogance and disdain. They were not worthy of being its opponents, even Khorne. It regarded all this as a hunt for the Blood God - a magnificent hunt for the Blood God's most powerful creatures.

Skarbrand marched forward across the endless battlefield, each step accompanied by the wailing and falling of demons, and a hill of corpses piled up at its feet.

Those compatriots who once fought alongside it have now become stepping stones for it to reach the Brass Throne.

There was no ripple in Skarbrand's heart. It seemed to have become numb, with only the desire for victory and the fire of revenge against the Blood God burning fiercely.

It wielded the giant axe in its hand, and every swing was accompanied by a rain of blood and gore. Countless Khorne demons were turned into powder under its attack.

Skarbrand could no longer remember how many times he had swung the axe, nor how many corpses he had stepped on.

When it finally broke through the siege and saw Kabanha sitting on the brass throne in front of it and the Blood God standing beside him, its eyes flashed with unprecedented excitement and excitement.

However, Kabanha's face was filled with extreme pain as he felt the stubborn resistance of countless Khorne demons in the webway beneath the throne, as well as the enemies on the opposite side surging like a tide, trying to stop the invasion.

Skarbrand looked at Khorne and saw that his body was intact, with a huge blood-red axe stuck under his feet. Endless demonic energy swirled around it, as if even its soul was wailing.

Skarbrand knew very well that the weapon in his hand was nothing compared to the giant axe at the Blood God's feet.

It tried to look directly into Khorne's bloodthirsty and angry eyes, but in just a moment, it felt the terrible pressure from Him, like a prey targeted by a hunter, its heart filled with fear and anxiety.

To hide his fear, Skarbrand roared angrily and launched a fierce attack on the Blood God.

It brandished the giant axe in its hand, trying to cover up its inner panic with its powerful strength.

However, the Blood God easily deflected its attacks, and each swing of his axe was as easy as cutting paper.

Skarbrand's giant axe gradually cracked under the attack of the Blood God, and finally turned into fragments in the second violent impact.

When the Blood God's third attack fell, Skarbrand was powerless to resist. Its body was split in two by the axe, and its soul dissipated while wailing in pain.