Chapter 392

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The sound of the revolver rotating rang out, and the smell of gunpowder permeated the air. Endless yellow sand blew up from nowhere, rippling over the sea of blood.

The cowboy hat moved with the wind, pressed onto the top of his head by a hand wrapped in flower ropes.

A man with a mortal appearance, wearing ancient Terra American Western cowboy-style clothing, stood between Xiang Xiang Leina and Skarbrand.

His right hand hung low, holding a seemingly ordinary revolver, aiming at Skarbrand's body.

The battlefield became much quieter for a moment, and even Skarbrand's head, full of anger and killing intent, was stunned for a moment.

The man slightly raised his cowboy hat, revealing the face beneath it.

That was a youthful, child-like East Asian-style face wearing glasses, but the boy's eyes carried a will completely inconsistent with his age.

Just by being glanced at by the peripheral vision of those eyes, the severely wounded Valerian felt that the boy was a life even more suitable for war than him.

It was as if he were a natural child of war, all his talents were born for war, born to ring the funeral bell.

And Xiang Xiang Leina, who had psychic talent, perceived a bit more.

"Saint Doraemon?" Xiang Xiang Leina said hesitantly: "Zhou Yun?"

She vaguely felt that the power and will in that body came from the Saint Doraemon she was familiar with, came from Zhou Yun.

The aura of death on that revolver was clearly the power of Zhou Yun as a human and Aeldari death god.

But... but...

"God-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang?" Xiang Xiang Leina asked with doubt: "Your Majesty?"

She also felt the aura of the God-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang on that figure. The God-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and Saint Doraemon seemed to have merged together...

Xiang Xiang Leina's eyes were a bit dull for a moment. How did her two faiths seem to have integrated?

"Who exactly are you..." Xiang Xiang Leina couldn't help but ask.

That figure wearing a cowboy hat also seemed to hesitate for a moment. The pupils under his glasses were sometimes golden and sometimes metallic blue, as if exchanging between two states.

"I am..."

The voice rang out slowly, youthful like a child, firm like a warrior.

Far away in the Wang Zuo Room, Zhou Yun opened his eyes slightly, feeling his will move outside the Wang Zuo Room, move into the battlefield.

He looked around somewhat confusedly, but the power coming from this body soon let him know everything that was happening now.

This was a battlefield, and the enemy in front was Skarbrand.

The Blood God forgave Skarbrand, using Skarbrand as a blade to slaughter this world.

And this body of Zhou Yun was a new Greater Daemon that belonged to him.

The Slaaneshi avatar turned into a flower rope, the Aeldari death god turned into a revolver ringing the funeral bell, the Crone Sword that transmitted the power of the death god turned into bullets, and the self-avatar cut off by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang turned into the body of this brand-new Greater Daemon.

He was Zhou Yun's Greater Daemon, and also the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's chosen one. He was...

A confident smile gently hooked on the corner of his mouth:

"I am... Gunslinger Nobita."

The moment this name was spoken, on the battlefield before the Lion's Gate, on the boundless sea of blood, and even in the Warp, a ripple was stirred up.

This body possessed powerful power, from Slaanesh, from Ynnead, and also from the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang of Mankind.

It was so powerful that even Skarbrand's pupils surged with excitement, as if he had found an opponent worth fighting.

No, it wasn't just Skarbrand, who only had madness left, who was excited; it was the Blood God, who was controlling this shell, who was excited.

The God of War let out a low roar, and the Brass Citadel trembled because of it.

The Blood God could feel the two powers and two wills in that shell.

Those were the avatars of two existences, two avatars completely worthy of a battle with him.

He could feel a battle worth remembering was before him.

The collision between the strong and the strong, god and god, avatar and avatar, war and war.

"Let's have a fair duel, Skarbrand."

"No, it should be the Blood God Khorne, let's decide the winner."

Khorne's blood was boiling because of this.

One-on-one, kill-for-kill, blood for blood.

"Gunslinger Nobita," Khorne roared this name and accepted this challenge.

He didn't know how Saint Doraemon and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang created such an existence. He even felt envy.

This posture, which seemed to be born entirely for war, except for the talent for war, seemed to be just a dull, young child-like posture.

A posture of being useless, but the number one gunslinger, and unparalleled in courage.

Compared to this, Khorne even disliked Skarbrand a bit.

Disliked this coward who only dared to ambush him. If Ka'Bandha and An'ggrath hadn't been completely destroyed, Khorne would never have chosen to forgive Skarbrand.

And the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and Saint Doraemon could possess such a perfect avatar...

"Parenting material added."

"Parenting program: Child behavior correction and re-education progress: 89%."

Zhou Yun looked at the parenting progress that had suddenly increased by 1% with an abstract expression.

Blessing, the Blood God gave Nobita a blessing... Is something wrong with him?

Khorne is the God of War, the God of Slaughter. Barbarism, hatred, destruction, and anger all belong to him.

But on another level, courage, battle, determination, competition, the strong, and masculinity also belong to him.

A battle full of courage, masculinity, and between the strong often attracts the Blood God's attention. He will bless this battle.

Even if this battle is a challenge to himself, as long as the opponent is full of courage and determination, and declares war on him in an open and aboveboard way, he will also give blessings and admiration.

Skarbrand moved a distance away from Nobita Nobi, and the battlefield became a bit quiet for a moment, as if only the two of them were left.

Rainwater mixed with blood fell continuously from the sky, and dark clouds twisted in the sky.

Zhou Yun, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, and Khorne simultaneously cast their gazes toward the battlefield.

Shield-Captain Valerian held his breath and concentrated. He saw it.

Terra's sky seemed to be cut into three pieces.

Blue, red, and gold intertwined.

A terrifying beast face like a slender hound, a headless dried corpse with dazzling golden light, and a round, blue raccoon cat with a red nose.

Three faces appeared and disappeared in the sky, watching the battlefield like three stars.

Nobita Nobi's fingers gently brushed across the revolver at his waist, and the power of the Aeldari death god Ynnead flowed in it.

And there were only three bullets in the revolver, all turned from the Crone Sword. Just like its original ability to transmit Ynnead's power, it could transmit the power of Zhou Yun's Warp essence, which was equivalent to an extension of Zhou Yun's will.

Even to a certain extent, it could also transmit the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's power, which was equivalent to an extension of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

With only three bullets, could he kill Khorne's Chief Greater Daemon Skarbrand?

Skarbrand in this state was many times stronger than An'ggrath. It should be said that An'ggrath was at most equivalent to the disabled Skarbrand of the past.

A beast-like low roar was spat out from Skarbrand's mouth, and the Blood God also let out war cries in the Warp.

There was not much reason in Skarbrand's frantic will; it only felt Khorne's will.

The opponent had declared war on the Blood God.

Not an ambush, not a backstab, a declaration of war without cowardice.

A strong man, a strong man containing the wills of two gods, launched a one-on-one duel against him, who was the avatar of the Blood God, in an open and aboveboard way.

The Blood God's response was only kill, kill, kill.

Go kill, go chop off his head, go send his life to the funeral, and offer his skull to the Blood God.

Skarbrand let out a wild roar, and the will to fight turned into fuel and surged in his blood vessels. His heart beat violently, pumping out thorough killing intent. His legs began to run.

Step by step, step by step.

Only the sound of the Blood God's war cry remained in Skarbrand's ears.

Just for a moment, Skarbrand arrived in front of that mortal figure wearing a cowboy hat.

Nothing more than this, Skarbrand's mind had this thought.

Then he raised the battle axes in his hands high, Carnage and Slaughter. The two battle axes cut through reality, letting out bloody roars.

Skarbrand himself also let out a war cry, a war cry that reached the clouds.

Just like this, chop off that head in front of me with one axe.

Skarbrand was certain that he had already achieved victory, his soul reaching a climax because of the head he was about to offer to the Blood God.

But, time suddenly became very slow, very slow, everything seemed to be paused.

No, what was paused was not time, nor was it this world.

It was just Skarbrand himself...

At the moment when Carnage and Slaughter were about to pluck that head, Skarbrand's hands, feet, wings, and waist, right down to the double axes, were tightly entangled by slender flower ropes.

Those flower ropes woven from Slaanesh's power intertwined, forming a tower-like shape, firmly fixing Skarbrand in the middle of the iron tower.

"... Tokyo Tower."

The name of this cat's cradle move was spat out from the mouth of the boy wearing glasses in front of him.

Then, the boy's finger gently pulled the trigger of the revolver.

The sound of iron, fire, and bullets colliding rang out in Skarbrand's ears, like thunder...

Could three bullets kill Skarbrand?

More than enough, one was enough.

His marksmanship was one shot, one kill, ten thousand shots, ten thousand hits.

And the bullet made from the Crone Sword could transmit the power of Ynnead, transmit Zhou Yun, and transmit the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

But in the final analysis, it was transmitting the power of the Erosion and Destruction domain.

In Skarbrand's eyes, that bullet turned into a pitch-black, deep, cold black sun.

Bang!!!

The bullet pierced Skarbrand's skull, as if ringing a funeral bell.

But the bullet didn't directly take Skarbrand's life; instead, it constantly expanded, twisted, and raged.

That bullet turned into a cold and deep black sun—no, rather than a black sun, it was more like...

It was more like a pitch-black pocket. Skarbrand didn't even have time to let out a wail before being directly swallowed by that pocket and falling into it.

Only that bullet turned from the Crone Sword trembled in mid-air...

The Blood God let out a roar that was both angry and excited.

Angry that he had lost another Chief Greater Daemon.

Excited by the power of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and Doraemon's avatar in this battle.

What a perfect Greater Daemon, what a perfect avatar...

The Blood God couldn't help but reveal envy.

But just at this moment, the Blood God suddenly noticed that the bullet trembling in the void, that bullet turned from the Crone Sword, that bullet transmitting the power of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and Doraemon, was quietly aiming at himself in the Warp.

"... Blood God Khorne, let's decide the winner."

The cowboy hat raised slightly, and a faint light of metallic blue and gold intertwined flickered in the pupils under the glasses.

The Blood God suddenly realized that the bullet that was bound to hit was aimed at himself—

Bang!!!

(End of chapter)