Bone-chilling, concept-piercing pain continuously surged from Khorne's thigh; intense pain emanated from that bullet.
The power from the Domain of Erosion and Destruction burst forth from His thigh,
killing the muscles composed of slaughter, war, and blood, bit by bit, along with the bones and nerves made of madness and wrath within them.
Besides the power from the Domain of Erosion and Destruction, the power from the Domain of Greed and Dissolution also burst forth 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 a wound of this magnitude.
Originally, He could not have been harmed to this extent. The Blood God's armor, woven from wrath, killing intent, and courage, should have been impenetrable.
But Skarbrand, the Blood God's once most trusted and beloved daemon Prince, had left a rift in this armor with his betrayal and cowardice.
And that bullet struck the rift left by Skarbrand, piercing into the very things that constitute Khorne Himself.
The concepts, desires, and emotions that form Him were being annihilated and devoured bit by bit. This pain and damage directly caused Khorne to collapse onto the Brass Throne, almost unable to stand.
He struggled to use blood against corpses, wrath against self-destruction, and a touch of crimson joy from slaughter against the black fate that life would eventually meet, using endless killing to suppress endless hunger.
Only then did He manage to make the bullet lodge itself in the blood and bone of His thigh, preventing it from advancing further, destroying and devouring more of His concepts and flesh.
But He was also unable to heal the damage caused by the bullet, because almost the moment He was wounded, let out a wail, and collapsed onto the Brass Throne, sharp, lewd, and honest laughter echoed from the borders of the Brass Fortress.
Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh simultaneously cast greedy gazes upon the Blood God's domain, attempting to invade it.
This is how Chaos is; as soon as one of them shows a hint of weakness, the other Four Gods will unhesitatingly tear a piece of flesh from them.
This was the case when Tzeentch's staff was broken, and when Slaanesh's newborn domain was plundered by the Four Gods, and now, when the Blood God was attacked by the other Four Gods.
The Blood God had to allocate a large portion of His power to counter their invasion.
For a time, the power from the Domain of Erosion and Destruction continuously surging from the bullet reached a balance with Khorne's power.
The two forces constantly intertwined within the Blood God's body. Although the bullet could no longer cause more damage, it brought bone-chilling pain, preventing the original wound from healing and making it impossible for the Blood God to stand up.
Khorne slammed the Brass Throne, and a sound like a war drum echoed throughout the entire Brass Fortress.
Countless Bloodletters, Steel Bulls, Flesh Hounds, daemon Princes, and Bloodthirsters formed an army, surging towards Khorne like a burning tide of blood, climbing onto Khorne's thigh, and drilling into Khorne's wound.
The duty of these daemons was only one: to dig that bullet out of Khorne's flesh while the Blood God's and the Emperor's powers were in balance.
But what greeted these daemons were hammers and fire.
A headless Iron General emerged from the bullet, from Khorne's blood and flesh.
The Iron General's hands seemed forged from silver steel through a thousand refinements, clad in deep gray power armor, and bathed in scorching flames.
And above His neck, there was no head, only continuously spewing orange-yellow sparks and dark-gray smoke.
The Iron General arrived holding a hammer burning with furnace fire, and the heavy hammer directly crushed the skull of a daemon Prince.
And behind the Iron General, sulfurous fire from the realm of the dead burned fiercely, and twisted, pitch-black smoke formed a hazy army formation.
Those black mists transformed into ceramite power armor as black as night, pale skulls exposed from within the power armor, and then sulfur fell upon them, igniting their old souls, flames circling their foreheads like halos.
Burning battle standards fluttered from the Blood God's wound, and crimson-gold characters appeared on them: "For the Emperor, beyond death!"
Scorched footsteps resolutely advanced, sulfurous poison gas permeated the surroundings, the fire of vengeance ignited, and The Emperor's Cursed Legion directly descended into the Blood God's domain.
That bullet, made from the finger bone of the Eldar Crone Goddess—that is, the old crone sword—could transmit the power of Alexander and the Emperor, serving as a vessel to carry the power of the Domain of Erosion and Destruction.
The Emperor's Cursed Legion is essentially a manifestation of the Emperor's Psyker power, the power of the Domain of Erosion and Destruction, which can be transmitted by the bullet.
Therefore, that bullet became a tear opened in the Blood God's domain, directly carving a path for The Emperor's Cursed Legion deep within the Brass Fortress.
For ten thousand years, those fallen warriors, even in death, could not extinguish their wrath or remove their hatred.
Their wrath surged from the wound on the Blood God's thigh, directly clashing with Khorne's demonic army.
Forget about removing that bullet; merely restraining these Emperor's Cursed Legions from invading the Brass Fortress had already exhausted all the daemons' energy.
daemons are inherently without life; even if killed, they will eventually revive.
And The Emperor's Cursed Legion are already dead; how can the dead be killed again?
This battle seemed to have turned into an endless, eternal war, an invasion erupting at the very core of the Blood God's brass domain.
Tsk. Why does this feel a bit familiar?
Both the Blood God's daemons and The Emperor's Cursed Legion noticed this, feeling a sense of familiarity with this scene.
The current situation was like a reenactment of the war that erupted beneath the Golden Throne ten thousand years ago.
Magnus' foolishness tore a rift in the Palace Webway, and the profane evil power of the Four Gods directly pierced into the very core of the Imperium of Man.
Skarbrand's foolishness tore a rift in Khorne's armor, and the power of the Emperor and Saint Doraemon directly pierced into the very core of the Brass Fortress.
The Emperor is trapped on the Golden Throne, never to leave for all eternity.
The Blood God is crippled on the Brass Throne, never to rise for all eternity.
The Emperor's Cursed Legion returned from death, resisting the invasion of daemons in the Webway.
Khorne's demonic army continuously revives, resisting the invasion of The Emperor's Cursed Legion in the Blood God's wound.
Only this time, the offense and defense have switched.
The skeletal mouths of The Emperor's Cursed Legion seemed to curve into a faint smile.
The fire of vengeance on them intensified for a moment.
As for Khorne's daemons, they seemed to be affected by the Blood God's injury.
One of their legs became somewhat inflexible, as if slightly lame.
And both The Emperor's Cursed Legion in the Blood God's domain and the Custodes at the Lion's Gate vaguely perceived it.
They perceived a subtle crack appearing in the hearts of Khorne's daemons, which originally held only wrath and killing intent.
This crack seemed to give them an emotion they shouldn't have: cowardice, a cowardice in the face of the outcome of death.
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Sanctum Sanctorum, Throne Room, the brown-haired boy gently picked up the Iron General's chess piece from the table and tossed it into the bronze-like river before him.
The river reflected a hound, crippled and paralyzed, slumped on the Brass Throne, and the iron chess piece fell towards the wound on His thigh.
Then, the brown-haired boy looked at Alexander beside him with some confusion.
"How did you know?"
The boy's voice was filled with deep surprise:
"How did you know that the rift Skarbrand left on Khorne's armor was on His thigh?"
The brown-haired boy actually didn't have much hope for that bullet.
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 is the strongest.
Even the current Emperor, when directly clashing with the Blood God, excluding external factors, would at most achieve a draw.
If not for Skarbrand creating a rift in the Blood God's armor, without that rift of betrayal and cowardice allowing the Emperor's power to exploit the weakness and directly harm the Blood God's essence, that bullet would at most temporarily wound Khorne, temporarily weakening Khorne's might.
But Alexander precisely aimed at Khorne's thigh, and precisely that rift was on Khorne's thigh.
A heart full of courage and wrath is enough to resist the dark fear of life's end.
But if that heart contains cowardice, then it can no longer resist the dark fate brought by termination and death.
Ultimately, that bullet directly shot through one of Khorne's thighs. The Emperor was continuously channeling power into that bullet, ensuring that the wound inflicted on Khorne's essence would never heal.
As long as that bullet exists, Khorne will be forced to remain crippled on the Brass Throne.
This is not the most crucial part, as the Blood God rarely rises from the Brass Throne to engage in a battle worthy of His participation anyway.
The key is that the damage caused by the bullet is to Khorne's essence; all daemons and cultists who worship Khorne will be affected.
A hideous crack will appear in their once unbreakable and boundless hearts of slaughter.
Every time they feel wrath, every time they want to kill, they will recall the fear of death, showing a momentary cowardice—and also developing a limping symptom.
All of this was thanks to Alexander, thanks to Alexander aiming at Khorne's thigh.
So the brown-haired boy looked at Alexander in surprise, astonished that Alexander knew the location of that rift on Khorne's armor.
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Facing the brown-haired boy's gaze, Alexander's forehead immediately broke out in sweat, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
Of course, he didn't know that the wound Skarbrand inflicted on Khorne was on His thigh. How could he possibly know?
"I don't know, I was just guessing."
"I was just thinking, thinking that if this bullet really wounded Khorne's thigh..."
"Wouldn't that be the Emperor crippled and enraged, and Khorne enraged and crippled?"
"I didn't expect it to actually happen."