Chapter 121: The True Chosen One!

Gray stepped into the battle circle, his gaze fixed on the Chosen of Khorne, his face showing no fear or hesitation—only fierce battle lust and a resolve to die.

“Hey, I just introduced myself—aren’t you going to tell me your name?” His eyes burned with defiance, as if the terrifying Chosen of Khorne meant nothing to him.

But the only response Gray received was silence.

Clearly, the Chosen of Khorne had no intention of revealing its name.

“Heh… unwilling to give your name?”

Gray wasn’t surprised. His left leg exploded with power, twisting his waist as he swung his power sword in a wide, sweeping arc—crashing it down with crushing force toward the Chosen: “Then no more words!”

Woooo!

The wind howled as the blade tore through the air!

The battle blade was already heavy, but with Gray’s full body rotation, its momentum surged even further!

The Chosen of Khorne’s reaction was not slow.

It seized its inverted demon battle-axe from the ground and thrust it upward, intercepting the power sword mid-swing—the clash sent sparks flying and rang out with a deafening metallic crash!

Ding!

Despite the initiative and the added force from his spin, Gray was thrown into the disadvantage in this strike!

The Chosen of Khorne’s strength was truly extraordinary—especially its visibly thicker right arm, whose power was astonishing. Though caught off-guard, it struck back with perfect timing, blasting Gray away like a ragdoll.

Thud-thud-thud…

Gray staggered several steps, barely regaining his footing.

His entire arm was numb; his grip on the power sword had torn open several gashes along the palm, blood streaming down the hilt.

Just one blow made Gray understand the gap between them.

“Heh… Eighth Blessing, huh?” He spat blood, tightened his grip on the power sword, and activated its device—the bio-decomposition field instantly wrapped the blade’s edge. He squinted at the unmoving Chosen of Khorne: “I wonder… how many Blessings did your master grant you?”

“You don’t need to know!”

The Chosen of Khorne sneered arrogantly and stepped forward.

Boom!

A massive shockwave kicked up a curtain of dust several meters high.

That bulky frame shattered the air like a storm, the massive crimson battle-axe screaming through the atmosphere as it slashed straight for Gray!

Too fast!

Even Gray, a battle-hardened veteran, couldn’t react in time—he could only rely on instinct, barely raising his power sword to block the blow.

Boom!

The demon battle-axe struck with the weight of a mountain, its overwhelming force surging through the power sword and ruthlessly crushing Gray’s fragile organs.

Whoosh!

Gray’s body shot backward like a cannonball, flying dozens of meters!

He slammed hard into the outer defensive wall, nearly embedded within it.

“Is this all the Cadian Shock Troopers have?!”

The Chosen of Khorne charged again, gripping the demon battle-axe in its thick right arm, ready to sever Gray’s head.

At that moment, Gray’s staggering body suddenly crouched low, rolling forward with the momentum.

Swish!

The wind swept over his head like a storm!

The stench of thick blood surged toward him. Ignoring the agony of his shattered organs, Gray thrust his bio-decomposition-wrapped power sword forward with all his strength—aiming straight for the heart!

But the Chosen of Khorne once again displayed reflexes rivaling an Astartes—in the instant the sword neared, it twisted its body violently, bones cracking with horrifying pops!

The bio-decomposition blade pierced cleanly through the Chosen’s armored left arm.

“Fuck you!”

Gray gripped the power sword and slashed downward with all his might.

Ssschhhhh!

The bio-decomposition blade sliced through bone and flesh inch by inch, cleanly severing the entire left arm.

The Chosen of Khorne, now missing its left arm, showed no fear—it dropped the demon battle-axe and seized Gray’s head with bare hands.

Then, like picking up a chick, it hurled Gray high into the air, sending him arcing through the sky before slamming him down with crushing force!

Boom!

The ground around them collapsed inward.

Shockwaves rolled, dust swirled—the compacted earth cracked open under the impact, revealing the sheer force of the blow.

Gray spat a jet of blood.

That strike had driven broken ribs deep into his shattered organs, piercing through flesh and skin—he looked drenched in blood.

“You… lost!”

The Chosen of Khorne loomed over Gray, who lay barely alive, and roared triumphantly to the heavens, proving to the supreme god of brutality that it was the final victor!

“I… never planned… to survive!”

Yet Gray, mortally wounded and dying, seemed utterly unconcerned with his approaching death. His blood-soaked, grotesque face twisted into a terrifying, mad grin.

As if he had utterly abandoned all… hope.

From the moment he stepped into the circle, Gray never expected to win—he only sought to give Alvin even the slightest, tiniest chance to defeat the Chosen!

“For… the Emperor!”

“For… humanity!”

“Kid… the rest… is yours!!!”

With a final, gut-wrenching roar, Gray hurled the power sword with his last strength.

Then, under the Chosen of Khorne’s furious gaze, he pulled out a grenade, his face contorted into a maniacal, hysterical grin as he slammed the detonator down!

“Commissar!!!”

Alvin’s pupils shrank sharply—he recognized the grenade.

It was… a thermal grenade!

But it was too late to stop it.

Boom!

The next instant, a searing ball of heat engulfed them.

The temperature was extreme—the blazing crimson heat effortlessly melted through the Chosen of Khorne’s armor, inflicting grievous wounds. Flesh and blasphemous armor peeled away, and its agonized screams sent rolling shockwaves through the air.

Moments later, the thermal flames vanished.

Gray’s body was gone—not even ashes remained, utterly vaporized. The Chosen of Khorne knelt on one knee, its armor melted open, revealing the grotesque, twisted flesh beneath.

“How… is it possible… it’s you?!”

Seeing the armor melted away, revealing the Chosen of Khorne’s true face, Alvin’s heart erupted in a storm of shock—his pupils narrowed to pinpricks, trembling violently.

That face… was young, delicate.

Though twisted by Khorne’s blessing, Alvin still recognized it—it was not Emerych’s face, but his sister… Kris!

But what terrified him more than Kris’s face was… what else was revealed as the armor peeled away. Alvin was stunned again—and finally, the question that had haunted him received its answer.

That was: why did Emerych’s voice sound so familiar?

Because… Emerych’s head was embedded in Kris’s abdomen, his face twisted in agony, eyes tightly shut, his mouth occasionally opening to emit sounds.

“Mr. Alvin…”