Chapter 515: The Blood God Is an Honest Man

The Eldest Prince is indeed suspicious by nature!

Zhou Yun shook his head slightly and sighed inwardly,

He wouldn't even cultivate in such a safe place as his pocket; he is truly too suspicious.

Fortunately, Zhou Yun had a way.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a piece of parchment, and casually tossed it to Ryan.

Ryan caught the parchment with one hand, lowered his head slightly, and looked.

He saw the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's signature clearly written on the parchment, with the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic energy faintly flowing across it.

The parchment plainly stated words like, "Your Uncle Zhou's pocket is safe; you may enter it to heal."

Yet, aside from the signature, the handwriting looked as if it had been written just minutes ago.

Although he had some doubts, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's signature and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's psychic energy could not be forged.

Ryan casually stored the parchment away, nodded slightly to Zhou Yun, and said, "Good."

Without hesitation, Zhou Yun took a few steps to stand before Ryan and shoved Ryan into his pocket.

The Blood God, like a simple and honest man, watched this scene continuously without disturbing Zhou Yun's actions.

For in the Blood God's eyes, Zhou Yun was also an honest man.

On Baal, Zhou Yun and the Blood God engaged in a fair duel; Khorne against Zhou Yun, Sanguinius against Angron, two gods fought a bloody battle.

On Terra, it made the Blood God even more excited; the demons He created not only shattered Scarbrand but still made the Blood God's thigh ache.

That Khorne could grow to this extent and slay Erebus was also due to Zhou Yun's contribution.

In the Blood God's view, Zhou Yun was far more trustworthy than Tzeentch or the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

Especially since His primary domain was the Art of Cruelty, a domain concerning both creation, power, and machinery, as well as destruction, war machines, and the arts of slaughter.

And war cannot exist without weapons and war machines; the Blood God naturally hoped this domain would truly be born, producing more machines with higher slaughter efficiency.

So the Blood God was willing to wait a little for Zhou Yun to see what Zhou Yun truly intended to do.

Zhou Yun was also slightly surprised that the Blood God allowed him to shove Ryan into his pocket. In an instant, Zhou Yun recalled the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's slightly joking assessment of the Blood God: The Blood God is an honest god.

Compared to Tzeentch, Slaanesh, and Nurgle, the Blood God was indeed a relatively simple deity.

Tzeentch and Slaanesh need no explanation; Nurgle was not as simple as he appeared on the surface. Nurgle's schemes were more like planting a seed, waiting patiently for it to grow until people discovered it, by which time Nurgle's corruption had already become a towering tree, unstoppable.

The Blood God... the Blood God's plotting was too straightforward; his trick of using Khorne to cultivate a new Primarch had been detected by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang long ago.

Not to mention that allowing Khorne to kill Erebus exposed his intentions; simply his plot regarding the rage of all beings against the Great Heresy was intimately connected to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang himself, and much of that rage was even directed at the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

Including Khorne challenging the Blood God to fight Angron; this matter was also within Zhou Yun and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's plan; the two had long been prepared.

Just then, the Blood God faintly felt the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's power receding, placing this galaxy before the Blood God, within the range of the Blood God's influence.

If the Blood God wished, He could now draw His sword and swing it down at this galaxy, destroying the entire galaxy directly.

The Blood God felt shocked by this sudden change.

"This is both a father-son duel and our second confrontation; how can the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang interfere?"

Zhou Yun smiled slightly and spoke to the Blood God behind the crimson clouds above the sky:

"Blood God, I ask once more on behalf of Khorne: Do you accept Khorne's challenge?!"

The Blood God could not help but let out a war cry.

Blood boiled within His body; He felt He had indeed not misjudged Doraemon.

Unlike the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and Tzeentch, He was not a petty person who, after immersing himself in schemes and treachery, dared not face the enemy directly.

He even dared to place His precious physical body before the Blood God to come and declare war on the Blood God.

But the Blood God still lowered His voice and growled, asking:

"You will not intervene?"

"Your avatar will not intervene?"

"Do you think I would desecrate this blood battle?"

Zhou Yun sneered and retorted, "I will not intervene, nor will my avatar. I will only bestow a blessing upon Khorne, allowing Khorne to fight you on my behalf."

"Just as you bestowed a blessing upon Angron, allowing Angron to fight me on your behalf."

"I swear upon the Four Gods that these words contain not a shred of falsehood. If I break this agreement, you may swing your sword at this galaxy."

When Zhou Yun said he swore upon the Four Gods, he thought of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, Tzeentch, Xi Xi Gaoqi, and the Deceiver.

"... Does the mighty Blood God lack confidence in His own sword?"

"Or is the so-called Khorne actually a coward who dares not fight?"

Indeed, at this very moment and place, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's power had already receded; even if the Blood God was deeply burdened, He could still swing His sword down at this galaxy.

Even if Saint Doraemon had the ability to withstand one strike from the Blood God,

as long as the Blood God was ruthless enough, accepted the wound on His leg, let the disability become part of the Blood God Himself, and accepted the fate of sitting eternally on the Brass Throne, He could return to wholeness.

With such a swing, Saint Doraemon, an existence not yet truly a god, could absolutely not withstand it. Yet Saint Doraemon stood personally before the Blood God, which already showed great sincerity.

One could even say this was practically provoking the Blood God.

He has stood before the Blood God; does the Blood God lack the courage to fight?

"..."

After a moment of silence, the Blood God let out a wild, unrestrained laugh.

He had not yet fully digested the domain stolen from Tzeentch; influenced by the traces Tzeentch left behind, He had actually become hesitant.

The challenger has already stood at the other end of the arena, raising a sharp blade on the warm sand to declare war on the Blood God; how could the Blood God not accept the challenge?

Schemes?

Treachery?

That is the way of cowards.

The Blood God trusted none of these things,

nor did he believe these things could defeat him.

There was only one battle! Only one battle!!!

The Blood God unleashed a relentless roar.

The boundary between reality and the sub-space blurred further, as if the entire galaxy were falling toward the Blood God's domain.

And just then, the scent of sulfur rose in the void, and angry wildfires burned across the land.

He roared, he raged, he spurned everything.

He was slaughter, he was blood, he was the red sands of Nusseria.

He was boundless burning.

A crimson beast stepped onto the path of fire into reality, into the bridge of the Blessed Lady, its crimson wings flowing with the luster of molten lava, illuminating the surroundings.

Those eyes brimming with anger stared at Kahn standing before him.

He opened his mouth slightly, and blood, sulfur, charcoal, and eight thousand other scents of war surged forth.

His expression was both anger and joy, both disgust and affection.

"Kahn!!!!!" Angron roared, Angron bellowed, Angron arrived wrapped in fire.

(End of this chapter)