Chapter 394: Paralyzed and Angry, Angry and Paralyzed

Bone-piercing, concept-piercing pain surged continuously from Khorne's thigh, intense pain pouring out from that bullet.

Power from the Domain of Erosion and Destruction erupted from His thigh.

It killed the flesh composed of slaughter, war, and blood bit by bit, along with the bones and nerves within made of madness and rage being annihilated together.

Besides the power of the Domain of Erosion and Destruction, the power of the Domain of Greed and Dissolution also erupted from Khorne's thigh.

A pitch-black pocket opened near the bullet, gnawing at Khorne's flesh bit by bit, drilling deeper into Khorne's thigh.

In the long years since His birth, the Blood God had never suffered trauma of this level.

Originally, He could not have suffered damage of this layer either; the Blood God's armor, woven from rage, killing intent, and courage, should have been impossible to breach.

But Skarbrand, the Blood God's most trusted and favored Daemon Prince, left a crack in that armor with betrayal and cowardice.

And that bullet struck the crack left by Skarbrand, piercing into the very things that constituted Khorne.

The concepts, desires, and emotions themselves that constituted Him were being annihilated and devoured bit by bit; this pain and injury caused Khorne to collapse onto the Wang Zuo, barely able to stand.

He barely held on, using blood to fight corpses, using rage to fight self-destruction, using a crimson joy brought by slaughter to fight the black fate life would eventually meet, using endless killing to suppress endless hunger.

Only then did he barely manage to jam that bullet into the blood and bone of His thigh, preventing it from advancing further and destroying and devouring more of His concepts and flesh.

But He likewise could not heal the injury brought by the bullet, because almost the instant He was wounded, let out a wail, and collapsed onto the Wang Zuo, a sharp, obscene, and thick laughter rang out above the borders of the Huang Tong Fortress.

Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh cast greedy glances toward the Blood God's domain almost simultaneously, attempting to invade into the Blood God's domain.

Chaos is like this; at least, whoever dares to show a trace of cowardice, the other three Gods will without hesitation tear a piece of flesh from them.

The breaking of Tzeentch's staff was like this, the plundering of Slaanesh's newborn domain by the three Gods was like this; now the Blood God being attacked by the other three Gods is also like this.

The Blood God had to divert a very large portion of power to counter their invasion.

For a moment, the power of the Domain of Erosion and Destruction continuously surging from the bullet and Khorne's power reached a balance.

The two forces constantly interwove within the Blood God's body; although the bullet could no longer cause more damage, it could still bring bone-piercing pain, preventing the original wound from healing and making it impossible for the Blood God to stand up no matter what.

Khorne heavily struck the Wang Zuo, the sound like a war drum echoing throughout the entire Huang Tong Fortress.

Countless Bloodletters, Bloodthirsters, Blood Hounds, Daemon Princes, and Bloodthirsters gathered into a military formation, surging toward Khorne like a burning tide of blood, climbing onto Khorne's thigh, and drilling into Khorne's wound.

The duty of these Daemons had only one: while the power of the Blood God and Hua Di Huang reached a balance, dig that bullet out from Khorne's flesh.

But what greeted these Daemons was hammer and fire.

A headless Iron General walked out from within the bullet, from within Khorne's blood and flesh.

The Iron General's hands seemed forged from silver steel hammered a thousand times, clad in dark grey power armor, bathed entirely in scorching flames.

And upon His neck there was no head, only continuously erupting orange-yellow sparks and grey-black smoke.

The Iron General came wielding an iron hammer burning with furnace fire; the heavy hammer directly smashed the skull of a Daemon Prince.

And behind the Iron General, sulfur fire from the Realm of the Dead burned fiercely, twisted black smoke forming a hazy military formation.

Those black clouds turned into pitch-black Ceramite power armor like the night; pale skulls exposed themselves from the power armor, then sulfur fell upon them, igniting their old souls; flames swirled above their foreheads forming halos.

Burning military banners floated from the Blood God's wound, crimson-gold characters appearing upon them: "For Hua Di Huang, Beyond Death!"

Scorched steps strode out resolutely, sulfur poison gas filled the surroundings, vengeful fire ignited, and the Cursed Legion descended directly into the Blood God's domain.

That bullet, that bullet made from the finger bone of the Eldar Old Crone Goddess—that is, the Sword of the Old Crone—could transmit the power of Zhou Yun and Hua Di Huang, could serve as a vessel carrying the power of the Domain of Erosion and Destruction.

The Cursed Legion was essentially the manifestation of Hua Di Huang's psychic power, the power of the Domain of Erosion and Destruction, which could be conducted outward by the bullet.

Therefore, that bullet became a tear in the Blood God's domain, directly tearing a path for the Cursed Legion to the deepest depths of the Huang Tong Fortress.

For ten thousand years, those sacrificed warriors, even in death, could not have their rage eliminated, nor their hatred excised.

Their fury surged from the wound on the Blood God's thigh, colliding directly with Khorne's demonic army.

Let alone digging that bullet out; merely suppressing these Cursed Legion, preventing them from slaughtering into the Huang Tong Fortress, had already exhausted all the energy of these Daemons.

Daemons have no life to begin with; even if killed, they would eventually resurrect.

And the Cursed Legion were originally the dead; how can the already dead be killed again?

This battle seemed to turn into an endless, eternal war, an invasion erupting at the core position of the Blood God's Huang Tong Domain.

Tsk... why does this feel somewhat familiar?

Whether the Blood God's Daemons or Hua Di Huang's Cursed Legion, all noticed this point, all felt this scene was familiar.

The situation before their eyes was like a reenactment of the war that erupted beneath the Golden Throne ten thousand years ago.

Magnus's stupidity tore a hole in the Webway beneath the Imperial Palace; the blasphemous evil power of the Four Gods directly pierced into the core position of the Human Empire.

Skarbrand's stupidity tore a hole in Khorne's armor; the power of Hua Di Huang and Saint Dora A Meng directly pierced into the core position of the Huang Tong Fortress.

Hua Di Huang was trapped on the Golden Throne, unable to leave for eternity.

The Blood God collapsed on the Wang Zuo, unable to rise for eternity.

The Cursed Legion returned from death, resisting the Daemons' invasion in the Webway.

Khorne's demonic army constantly resurrected, resisting the Cursed Legion's invasion in the Blood God's wound.

Only this time, the roles of attacker and defender were reversed.

At the corners of the Cursed Legion's skeletal mouths, a slight arc seemed to curve, faintly.

The vengeful fire upon them became more fierce for a moment.

And Khorne's Daemons, they seemed affected by the Blood God's injury.

One of their legs became somewhat unsteady, as if they were slightly lame.

Moreover, whether the Cursed Legion in the Blood God's domain or the Adeptus Custodes in the Lion's Gate, they vaguely noticed.

They noticed that on the minds of Khorne's Daemons, which originally held only rage and killing intent, a tiny crack had appeared.

This crack seemed to cause them to exhibit emotions they should not have: cowardice, cowardice in the face of the outcome of death.

"..."

In the Sanctum, the Throne Hall, a brown-haired youth gently picked up the Iron General's chess piece from the table and cast it into the bronze-like river before him.

Reflected in the river was a hound collapsed on the Wang Zuo, half-paralyzed; the iron chess piece fell toward the wound on His thigh.

Then, the brown-haired boy looked at Zhou Yun beside him with some confusion.

"How did you know?"

The boy's voice was thick with astonishment:

"How did you know the crack Skarbrand left in Khorne's armor was right on the thigh?"

The brown-haired boy had not actually held high expectations for that bullet,

for in this dark galaxy there is only war, and the Blood God Khorne is the God of War,

among the current Four Gods, the Blood God's domain is the widest and His power the strongest,

even the current Hua Di Huang, excluding external conditions, in a direct clash with the Blood God, would only achieve a draw,

if not for the crack Skarbrand created in the Blood God's armor, that crack of betrayal and cowardice, allowing the Hua Di Huang's power to strike through the gap and directly wound the Blood God's essence, that bullet would at most have briefly injured Khorne, merely weakening Khorne's might for a short time,

but Zhou Yun happened to aim at Khorne's thigh, and happened that the crack was right on Khorne's thigh,

a heart full of courage and rage can resist the dark fear of life's end,

but if that heart contains cowardice, it can no longer resist the dark fate brought by termination and death.

In the end, that bullet pierced straight through one of Khorne's thighs; at this moment, the Hua Di Huang is continuously pouring power into that bullet, ensuring the wound inflicted on Khorne's essence never heals,

as long as that bullet remains, Khorne will be forced to remain paralyzed on the Wang Zuo,

this is not even the most critical point, after all, the Blood God rarely rises from the Wang Zuo to engage in a battle worthy of His attention,

the key is that the damage caused by the bullet is on Khorne's essence; all demons and Mohexie Sect followers who worship Khorne will be affected,

on their originally unbreakable hearts of boundless slaughter, a hideous crack will appear,

every time they feel rage, every time they wish to kill, they will recall the fear of death, revealing a moment of cowardice, and simultaneously exhibiting symptoms of a limp.

All of this is thanks to Zhou Yun, thanks to Zhou Yun aiming at Khorne's thigh,

so the brown-haired boy looked at Zhou Yun in astonishment, amazed that Zhou Yun actually knew the location of that crack in Khorne's armor.

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Facing the brown-haired boy's gaze, Zhou Yun immediately felt sweat welling up on his forehead; for a moment, he was utterly drenched in sweat,

of course he did not know the wound Skarbrand inflicted on Khorne was on the thigh; how could he possibly know?

"I don't know, I was just guessing blindly."

"I was just thinking, thinking that if this bullet really did wound Khorne's thigh,"

"wouldn't that mean the Hua Di Huang is paralyzed and raging, while Khorne is raging and paralyzed?"

"I didn't expect it to actually come true."

(End of this chapter)