Chapter 197: Why does Ka'bandha cover up the history of being broken by the Archangel?

A beast-like roar erupted from Ka'bandha's giant ape-like mouth.

The demons following it beat war drums, blew horns, and let out angry war cries.

Ka'bandha sensed that the barrier between reality and the Warp had become thin. A rift appeared before it, like a wound torn from the flesh of reality, flowing with streams of scarlet blood. The breath of the material universe permeated from the wound.

The Angel's Bane let out a roar of victory. The steel whip in its hand crackled, and the brass armor on its body emitted a war cry.

It could smell the scent of blood—the blood of Baal, the blood of angels, the blood of Primarchs...

Cabanda's dim yellow eyes flashed with scorching joy, but soon this joy was scattered by confusion.

It sensed the summons. Before it could actively invade Baal, someone had deliberately summoned it.

Before the rift, two figures stood in front of the rift.

Blood mist sprayed from Cabanda's nostrils, staring at the two people standing before the rift.

"So it was the little angels who summoned me!!!"

Cabanda roared and laughed out loud. It first noticed Mephiston:

"Have you already impatiently joined us? Where is your rage? Let me feel it!"

Cabanda instantly understood what Mephiston wanted to do. Rather than waiting for Cabanda to be directly affected by the war and appear on the battlefield, smashing from the Warp into the Angel's Fortress, causing the Blood Angels' Red Thirst, it was better to summon Cabanda in the Heart of Baal in advance and then banish it.

At the same time, Cabanda's gaze moved from Mephiston to Zhou Yun beside him.

That was a mortal who looked somewhat ordinary, only with a small propeller on his head and a remote control in his left hand.

But Cabanda faintly saw...

Cabanda stepped back abruptly, a confused expression appearing on its face.

"The Cursed One? Vashtorr? The Shadow?"

Cabanda's dim yellow eyes were full of confusion. It faintly sensed the things beneath Zhou Yun's material shell—the food that even a Bloodthirster of Khorne like him could not help but feel astonished by:

"No, it doesn't seem to be any of them..."

"... Has the ritual on the Warp engine started running?" Mephiston asked Zhou Yun through psychic power.

Zhou Yun glanced at the Warp engine in the Four-Dimensional Pocket. The runes outlined with fresh blood on that engine were sprouting blood-colored tumors, growing into skulls roaring and howling, with eerie fresh blood flowing from their eye sockets.

The Warp gate had not yet been completely transferred to this Warp engine. If Cabanda were allowed to rush into reality now, he would only enter Baal and would not fall into the Four-Dimensional Pocket.

"Still a little short. We have to stall him for a while. And we have to provoke him so he rushes over without using his brain." Zhou Yun responded silently in his heart: "And we have to provoke him."

"The second task is too simple; he is a Bloodthirster." Mephiston's mouth curled into a slight smile.

Zhou Yun also could not help but smile, his fingers on the "Hot Performance Clapperboard & Robot Director" in his pocket.

"Family, who understands? I heard there was a tough and waaaaagh! battle to be fought. I thought it would be Skarbrand, the Seed of Destruction, or Angrath. If it really didn't work, Angron would be fine too. I didn't expect it to be a shrimp-headed pervert Cabanda. Then I might as well go find a Gretchin!"

Zhou Yun opened his mouth without hesitation, leaving Mephiston, who hadn't had time to speak, stunned.

Mephiston's gaze toward him became terrifying. This aggressiveness was a bit...

"Think back ten thousand years ago, the Archangel broke Cabanda's spine with one knee, and it cried like a Gretchin who had its toe stepped on. Woo woo woo, so pitiful, almost as pitiful as a certain red-skinned one-eyed Ogryn."

"I heard that if it weren't for Cabanda taking advantage of the Blood God not paying attention, knocking two big heads to Sanguinius to beg for mercy, it would have been caught back to the Angel's Fortress and used as a blood slave."

A series of words spilled from Zhou Yun's curled mouth. Cabanda was stunned in place for a moment, not knowing how to respond for a split second.

"Do you know why Cabanda doesn't cover up the history of being single-handedly killed by the Archangel several times? Actually, you all don't know, these are all beautified. Cabanda's profession in 30k was actually selling his ass. My ancestor was a genuine Lord of Change, walked through Cabanda's tunnel, hey! You don't say, that was really a dry path in the blood..."

"Enough!!!" Cabanda roared. Its rage seemed to turn into substance, turning into balls of sulfur and gunpowder-scented flames released, spreading in all directions, spreading in all directions.

This attack did not distinguish between friend and foe. Even many of Cabanda's followers were ignited, their entire bodies submerged by sulfur fire, and in the end, only a skull covered in sparks fell.

The sulfur fire spread toward Mephiston and Zhou Yun. Mephiston gripped the soul sword Vitalus in his hand, and powerful psychic power turned into heavy shadows, wrapping him within, resisting this powerful raging fire.

And Zhou Yun... Zhou Yun stood in place leisurely, letting the flames submerge him, the Adaptation Lamp flashing and disappearing.

He looked at Cabanda with great interest: "Little Ka, ah, my Sanguinius is also a soul-cultivation top student who graduated from the Vengeful Spirit, the heir of the Imperium chairman's family. You, a brass-technical-school dropout, a youngest son who is not valued by a paralyzed father, really don't match."

"It's not that Uncle is talking about you, people value self-knowledge. Your fire, it's not burning hard enough. In the future, when Sanguinius inherits Uncle's meatball business, you won't even be able to burn fire." "Look at Horus next door, although he is a bit extreme, and might have some ethical problems with my Sanguinius, at least he hits a good hammer!"

Zhou Yun's words were deep and carried a hint of sorrow, as if he were an elder working hard for his child.

Mephiston trembled all over, and the Vitalus in his hand almost fell to the ground. How did he feel that these words not only humiliated Cabanda?

Cabanda said no more, let out a savage roar, and swung the chainaxe in its hand toward Zhou Yun. The whistling Warp power was bursting.

Zhou Yun did not dare to be careless. The Adaptation Lamp could prevent environmental damage, but it could not prevent direct attacks like blades.

A pale golden light flashed in his hand, and the toy-like famous sword, the Lightning Ball, was unsheathed.

Zhou Yun waved the toy short sword in his hand with a posture that Cabanda could hardly understand. The pale golden light drew an arc in the air, skillfully deflecting Cabanda's chainaxe, letting it graze past his side.

In an instant, the axe blade whistled, setting off waves of yellow sand around Zhou Yun. He dodged the yellow sand lightly, his gaze intersecting with Cabanda's.

In Zhou Yun's eyes, some fighting intent rose in an instant, but soon extinguished again.

In Cabanda's eyes, the man before him seemed to be looking forward to an evenly matched battle, looking forward to welcoming the destined death in a bloody battle. From his eyes, Cabanda saw Zhou Yun crawling out of battles in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, defeating one opponent after another, and finally sitting alone on the monument of heads, bored and regretfully wiping the toy short sword in his hand.

Never met an opponent worth fighting, never had a battle worth remembering.

Cabanda saw the emptiness in Zhou Yun's eyes. That was an emptiness that absolutely could not be disguised or acted out.

In an instant, Cabanda actually developed a feeling of cherishing each other with the enemy before him, and even developed respect.

A pure and noble warrior, powerful but never met an opponent—this flavor is just right!!!

"You still need to practice." Zhou Yun shook his head with regret. The regret in his voice made Cabanda tremble.

Cabanda let out a roar full of admiration.

Although he had just been humiliated by this damn guy, although Cabanda felt the pressure brought by the Great Devourer after getting closer to reality, the amazing martial arts displayed by Zhou Yun still made Cabanda couldn't help but let out admiration.

As a Bloodthirster of Khorne, Cabanda understood the value of that move just now better than anyone else.

And that desire for battle made Cabanda yearn for it even more. What a noble warrior!

He even felt a bit like he was back in the days when he fought evenly with Sanguinius!

Fighting with a noble warrior, letting fire and iron fight!

"Tell me your name!" Cabanda let out a cruel laugh, and the steel whip in its hand drew an arc and smashed toward Zhou Yun's face.

"Don't even think about it!!!" Mephiston whispered, and the silver steel long sword in his hand burned with heat, blocking in front of Zhou Yun and blocking the steel whip.

The entire Heart of Baal trembled with the arrival of this blow, but Mephiston withstood the impact. He turned and swung his sword, forcing Cabanda back several steps.

"Callistarius!!!" Cabanda roared Mephiston's former name: "It's not your turn yet. You will be swallowed by rage on the eighth day of my manifestation, but it's not your turn yet!"

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Cabanda turned its head and pointed the giant axe in its hand at Zhou Yun: "Your name! My axe longs to sever your head. Give me a name to remember you by!"

Hearing this, Zhou Yun's mouth could not help but twitch. Why did this statement carry such a strong perverted flavor?

"Neos." Zhou Yun said seriously: "I am Neos!"

"Chant my name, and I will fight you, Cabanda!"

Zhou Yun's voice was low and hoarse, full of the vicissitudes of life honed by time, as if he were a warrior who had gone through countless years of honing, his martial arts had reached the pinnacle, and he was eager to find a suitable opponent for a duel of life and death... His fingers swept across the Hot Performance Clapperboard & Robot Director in his pocket without leaving a trace.

The acting ability brought by this prop allowed him to deceive Cabanda very well—he saw that the Khorne Greater Daemon was exceptionally fond of this set.

Cabanda let out a hearty roar, and excitement appeared on its ape-like face.

He originally thought that this battle was just a clash with a few good hands among the Blood Angels, hacking Tyranid Hive Fleet, but he didn't expect to meet a warrior with high martial arts.

Although this warrior's mouth was as unpleasant as those birdmen of the Lord of Change, his exquisite martial arts could make Cabanda ignore these small shortcomings.

A fair and intense battle, without conspiracies and tricks, only a battle of blood and flesh, was right before his eyes. How could he divert his attention for a little bit of bad-mouthing?

A battle where they reported their names to each other and started with honor.

Finally ending with Cabanda severing the head of the man before him.

Perhaps in the thousands or even ten thousand years to come, Cabanda would linger on this battle, whether he would take out his head and gaze at it, recalling every move, every blood, every blade in this battle...

"I am the servant of the Blood God, I am the Angel's Bane, I am the enemy of Sanguinius and the King of Rage!"

"I am Cabanda, the Bloodthirster Cabanda!"

"I will launch a blood battle against you, Ne... O... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 198 =====