Click—
The sound of a revolver spinning rang out, the scent of gunpowder permeated the air, and a vast yellow sand, stirred from an unknown source, billowed over the sea of blood.
A cowboy hat swayed with the wind, held firmly on a man's head by a hand wrapped in a floral rope.
A man, appearing mortal and dressed in the style of an Ancient Terra American Western cowboy, stood between Reyna and Skarbrand.
His right hand hung low, gripping a seemingly ordinary revolver, aimed at Skarbrand's body.
The battlefield instantly fell silent, even Skarbrand's head, filled with rage and murderous intent, was momentarily stunned.
The man slightly lifted his cowboy hat, revealing the face beneath.
It was a youthful, childlike, East Asian face wearing glasses, but the boy's eyes held a will utterly unsuited to his age.
Just by being glimpsed by those eyes, the heavily wounded Valerian felt that the boy was a being even more suited for war than he was.
It was as if he was a born Son of War, all his talents created for war, descended to toll the death knell.
Reyna, with her Psyker talent, perceived even more.
"Saint Doraemon?" Reyna hesitated, saying, "Alexander?"
She vaguely felt that the power and will within that body came from the Saint Doraemon she knew, from Alexander.
The aura of death on that revolver was clearly Alexander's power as the Human and Aeldari God of Death.
But, but...
"Emperor?" Reyna asked, confused, "Your Majesty?"
She also sensed the Emperor's aura on that figure; the Emperor and Saint Doraemon seemed to have merged.
Reyna's eyes were momentarily dazed; how had her two faiths seemingly unified?
"Who exactly are you...?" Reyna couldn't help but ask.
The figure in the cowboy hat also hesitated for a moment; his eyes beneath the glasses flickered between gold and metallic blue, as if switching between two states.
"I am..."
The voice slowly rang out, youthful like a child, resolute like a warrior.
Far away in the Throne Room, Alexander slowly opened his eyes, feeling his will move outside the Throne Room, into the battlefield.
He looked around with slight confusion, but the power emanating from this body quickly made him aware of everything that was happening.
This was a battlefield, and the enemy before him was Skarbrand.
The Blood God had forgiven Skarbrand, using Skarbrand as a blade to slaughter this world.
And this body of Alexander's was a new Greater Daemon, belonging to him.
Slaanesh's avatar transformed into floral rope, the Aeldari God of Death into a tolling revolver, the old crone sword, which transmitted the power of Ynnead, became the bullets, and the self carved out by the Emperor became the body of this new Greater Daemon.
He was Alexander's Greater Daemon, and also the Emperor's chosen; he was...
A confident smile gently curved his lips:
"I am... Marksman Big G."
The moment this name was uttered, a ripple spread across the battlefield in front of the Lion's Gate, across the boundless sea of blood, and even within the Warp.
This body possessed immense power, from Slaanesh, from Ynnead, and also from the Emperor.
So powerful that even Skarbrand's eyes surged with excitement, as if he had found an opponent worthy of battle.
No, it wasn't just the mad Skarbrand who was excited; it was the Blood God controlling this body who was exhilarated.
The God of War let out a low growl, and the Brass Fortress trembled.
The Blood God could sense two powers, two wills, within that body.
They were the avatars of two existences, two avatars entirely worthy of his battle.
He could feel a battle worthy of his remembrance unfolding before him.
A clash between strong and strong, god and god, avatar and avatar, war and war.
"Let's have a fair and square duel, Skarbrand."
"No, it should be Blood God Khorne, let's decide the victor, you and I."
Khorne's blood boiled.
One-on-one, kill-for-kill, blood-for-blood.
"Marksman Big G," Khorne growled the name, accepting the challenge.
He didn't know how Saint Doraemon and the Emperor had created such an existence; he even felt envy.
This form, seemingly born entirely for war, with no talent other than for war, yet appearing like a dull, young child...
Useless in all else, but first-class with a gun, and unparalleled in bravery.
Compared to this, Khorne even felt a bit of disdain for Skarbrand.
Disdain for this coward who only dared to ambush him; if Ka'Bandha and Angron hadn't been utterly destroyed, Khorne would never have chosen to forgive Skarbrand.
Yet the Emperor and Saint Doraemon could possess such a perfect avatar...
"Parenting material added."
"Parenting program: Child Behavior Correction Re-education progress: 89%."
Alexander looked at the sudden one percent increase in his parenting progress with a somewhat abstract expression.
Blessing, the Blood God gave Big G a blessing. He must be crazy...
Khorne is the God of War, the God of Slaughter; extreme emotions like savagery, hatred, destruction, and wrath all belong to him.
But on another level, courage, combat, determination, competition, strength, and masculinity also belong to him.
A battle full of courage, full of masculinity, between strong individuals often draws the Blood God's attention; he will bless such a battle.
Even if this battle is a challenge to him personally, as long as the opponent is full of courage and determination, and declares war on him in a straightforward and honorable manner, he will bestow blessings and praise.
Skarbrand slightly distanced himself from Nobi Nobita, and the battlefield became quiet for a moment, as if only the two of them remained.
Rain mixed with blood continuously fell from the sky, and dark clouds twisted above.
Alexander, the Emperor, and Khorne simultaneously turned their gazes to the battlefield.
Shield-Captain Valerian held his breath, he saw it.
Terra's sky seemed to be cut into three pieces.
Blue, red, and gold intertwined.
A bestial face, long and ferocious like a hunting dog, an eyeless desiccated corpse radiating dazzling golden light, and a plump, red-nosed blue Doraemon.
Three faces flickered in the sky, like three stars watching the battlefield.
Nobi Nobita's finger gently traced the revolver at his waist, the power of the Aeldari God of Death, Ynnead, flowed within it.
The revolver contained only three bullets, all formed from the old crone sword, which, just as it originally transmitted Ynnead's power, could transmit the power of Alexander's Warp essence, essentially an extension of Alexander's will.
To a certain extent, it could even transmit the Emperor's power, serving as an extension of the Emperor.
With only three bullets, could he kill Khorne's Chief Greater Daemon, Skarbrand?
Skarbrand in his current state was many times stronger than even Angron; it should be said that Angron was at most equivalent to the crippled Skarbrand of the past.
A bestial growl erupted from Skarbrand's mouth, and the Blood God also let out repeated war cries in the Warp.
There was little sanity in Skarbrand's frenzied will; he only felt Khorne's will.
The opponent had declared war on the Blood God.
Not an ambush, not a backstab, but a fearless declaration of war.
A strong individual, imbued with the will of two gods, had challenged him, the Blood God's avatar, to a one-on-one duel in an honorable manner.
The Blood God's response was only kill, kill, kill.
Go kill, go cut off his head, go send him to his grave, offer his skull to the Blood God.
Skarbrand let out a savage roar, battle-lust surging like fuel through his veins, his heart pounding, pumping out bone-chilling killing intent, and his legs began to run.
Step after step, step after step.
In Skarbrand's ears, only the Blood God's war cries remained.
In just an instant, Skarbrand arrived before the mortal figure in the cowboy hat.
"That's all there is to it," the thought flashed through Skarbrand's mind.
Then he raised the battle-axes in his hands high; Carnage and Slaughter, the two axes cut through reality, letting out bloody roars.
Skarbrand himself let out a war cry, a cry that reached the heavens.
"Just like this, I'll chop off this head before me with one axe-blow."
Skarbrand was certain of his victory, his soul ecstatic at the skull he was about to offer to the Blood God.
But, time suddenly slowed, very, very slowly, everything seemed to pause.
No, it wasn't time that paused, nor was it this world.
It was just Skarbrand himself...
At the moment Carnage and Slaughter were about to take that head, Skarbrand's hands, feet, wings, waist, and even his axes were tightly bound by delicate floral ropes.
Those floral ropes, woven with Slaanesh's power, intertwined to form a tower-like structure, firmly fixing Skarbrand in the center of the iron tower.
"..Tokyo Tower."
The name of this string-figure technique was uttered by the spectacled boy before him.
Then, the boy's finger gently pulled the trigger of the revolver.
The sound of iron, fire, and bullet colliding rang in Skarbrand's ears, like thunder.
Could three bullets kill Skarbrand?
More than enough, one was sufficient.
His marksmanship was impeccable, every shot a hit, ten thousand shots, ten thousand hits.
And the bullets made from the old crone sword could transmit the power of Ynnead, of Alexander, of the Emperor.
But ultimately, it was the power of the realm of erosion and destruction that was transmitted.
In Skarbrand's eyes, that bullet transformed into a pitch-black, profound, cold, black sun.
Bang!!!
The bullet pierced Skarbrand's skull, like the tolling of a death knell.
But the bullet did not directly take Skarbrand's life; instead, it continuously expanded, twisted, and raged.
That bullet transformed into a cold, profound black sun—no, rather than a black sun, it was more like...
More like a pitch-black pocket. Skarbrand didn't even have time to let out a wail before he was directly swallowed by that pocket, falling into it.
Only that bullet, transformed from the old crone sword, remained trembling in mid-air.
The Blood God let out a roar of both anger and exhilaration.
Angry that he had lost another Chief Greater Daemon.
Exhilarated by the power of the Emperor and Doraemon's avatars in this battle.
What a perfect Greater Daemon, what a perfect avatar...
The Blood God couldn't help but feel envy.
But just then, the Blood God suddenly noticed that the bullet continuously trembling in the void, that bullet made from the old crone sword, that bullet transmitting the power of the Emperor and Doraemon, was silently aiming at him in the Warp.
"..Blood God Khorne, let's decide the victor, you and I."
The cowboy hat was slightly raised, and in the eyes beneath the glasses, metallic blue and golden light intertwined.
The Blood God suddenly realized that the infallible bullet was precisely aimed at him—
Bang!!!