The first blessing is 'Khorne's Face'!
The recipient's mind is forcibly infused with a craving for slaughter, making his rage endless, and it will continuously accumulate during brutal battles until it completely erupts!
As a member of the Chaos daemon Army, a fierce general under the Warmaster, what kind of scene has he not seen?
God Damn, World-Eater Haarken has truly never seen this scene!
First, the highest-grade 'Demonic Artifact' was already quite outrageous, and Khorne personally forged it into shape.
That's not even mentioning it. The crucial part is that after being impaled through the chest with a spear, he could still act as if nothing happened, relying on the 'blessing' to cleave his Hellforged Spear with an axe, then exchange hundreds of punches with him, and still be full of vigor. This is truly extremely rare!
Almost all those who receive such treatment are Khorne's pre-ordained Chosen!
Wait... World-Eater Haarken seemed to suddenly understand. The look in his eyes towards Emrys lost some hostility and gained some complexity.
Combining the various 'miracles' that had occurred to Emrys, he could almost certainly conclude.
Without a doubt, this guy is an existence chosen by Khorne. There is no other possibility besides this. What is now lacking is only the final 'Trial'!
If there are no surprises, World-Eater Haarken felt that he must have been schemed against by Khorne.
He is a part of this guy's 'Trial'!
In other words, he, World-Eater Haarken, the vanguard of the black Legion, a Chaos Raptor Lord, has actually become a part of Khorne and the 'Saint's' two-person play!
Oh, how humiliating!
Several veins immediately bulged on World-Eater Haarken's bald forehead.
Why did it turn out this way?!
He didn't understand. He was clearly of Chaos, and the other side was a loyalist of the Imperium!
As a result, the Warp deity he worshipped was openly taking sides. Haarken was suddenly filled with a rather complex emotion.
How does that saying go?
Your subjects are ready to fight to the death, why has Your Majesty surrendered first... This sentence perfectly fit World-Eater Haarken's complex emotions at this moment.
But now, even regret was useless.
Once you enter the 'Blood God's' gladiatorial arena, if you don't please that lord, how can it be so easy to leave?
"I will prove to the Blood God that He was wrong!" World-Eater Haarken clenched the remaining half of his Hellforged Spear.
This is the only way: to fully display his valor under the gaze of the Blood God.
Only then might he be able to escape this 'Trial'!
He couldn't sit still and wait for death; he had to find a weakness!
World-Eater Haarken calculated in his mind; he was a Space Marine who had read books!
In an instant, a sinister plan emerged in his mind. Haarken no longer hesitated; he knew that dragging this out would only be more disadvantageous to himself!
His power armor provided assistance, and fans rotated like turbines, causing Haarken's speed to suddenly surge a great deal!
In the eyes of others, he was like a shadow, suddenly sweeping towards Emrys.
But in Emrys' eyes now, he could clearly see every move of the World-Eater.
The next moment, he gripped the hilt with both hands and slashed upwards. The slender blade, like a seedling, immediately conjured a giant wave of crimson fire out of thin air!
That terrifying wave of blood-fire forcibly stopped the World-Eater's advance!
Completely unable to approach, the high temperature contained within the blood-fire seemed to want to ignite the entire air, and boiling heat waves crashed forward!
Haarken was forced to retreat several steps, and an alarm bell immediately rang in his heart.
As he hastily looked up, he clearly saw a figure suddenly step out from within the crimson heat wave. The slender blade, like a seedling, spun horizontally, suddenly drawing a streak of crimson cold light, like a desolate, waning moon!
Rip!
The tough armor was cleanly cut in half with one strike!
Haarken's forehead immediately broke out in a cold sweat. If he hadn't retreated in time, that strike would probably have cut him in half at the waist!
"Hey, why aren't you talking?" Holding the long, slender blade like a seedling, dragging it low on the ground, Emrys walked slowly and steadily towards Haarken without a word. On his face, twisted by blood-fire and resembling a brass mask, a hint of cruel coldness appeared: "This isn't like your style, is it? Weren't you going to cut off my head and put it on your back as a decoration?"
Haarken, who had narrowly escaped death, was panting heavily, but his eyes revealed a mix of shock and fear!
In surprise, he saw Emrys' figure suddenly vanish, trailing a streak of crimson cold light, like a giant arc, streaking across the sky!
Again?
Haarken very reluctantly used the half of his Hellforged Spear to block in front of him.
Clang!
Blazing sparks erupted upon impact, and the immense force caused half of Haarken's foot to sink directly into the ground.
The power transmitted from the blade shocked him for the first time; he felt as if he wasn't facing a human, but a 'Dreadnought'!
Haarken's arms were numb from the shock, but his gaze fell on Emrys' arms.
God Damn, they were like they were covered in a layer of steel, the swollen muscles almost reaching the human limit, twisted veins and sinews bulging out, like giant dragons wrapped around steel pillars, rising and falling exaggeratedly and hideously!
"Khorne's Hands?!"
No wonder this guy's strength suddenly doubled!
Haarken was greatly alarmed and almost couldn't hold back a curse.
The second holy blessing is 'Khorne's Hands'!
Hard as steel, they are the tools of Khorne's will, to slaughter every to live soul.
"Hahahaha, you lose!" World-Eater Haarken's eyes blazed with savage crimson light. Using all his strength, he pressed down the slender blade like a seedling, then suddenly extended his right power claw, his face filled with wild joy: "Didn't expect this, did you? This was my plan all along!"
Finally, World-Eater Haarken, seizing the opportunity, revealed the killing move hidden in his right hand!
That finely crafted power claw suddenly burst into blazing fire!
Boom!
In the glare of the fire, Emrys' pupils suddenly constricted!
It turned out that heavy bolter rounds had been specially installed in Haarken's power claw as his surprise killing move!
In countless past battles, Haarken had won victories with this move.
An inch-long bolter round, in a flash of lightning, ripped through the air!
At such close range, the speed of the bolter round made it impossible for even a Space Marine to react, let alone a human!
Moreover, to ensure a hit, Haarken had specifically waited until he was in close combat with Emrys, aimed at his head, and then fired!
However, just as Haarken thought Emrys' head would be blown off, something astonishing happened!
At a distance of less than half a meter, the bolter round fired from the power claw seemed to be pulled by some force, drawing a strange arc in the air, grazing Emrys' face, and veering off directly!
"Bullet Deflection?!"
World-Eater Haarken tore off his face mask, revealing an expression of shock and fury.
Even if you're taking sides, there should be a limit, right?
It turned out that the outer layer of Emrys' 'Thunderer' power armor was now as if enveloped in a thick and viscous layer of fresh blood!
It emitted a nauseating, deep, and pungent smell of blood!
The third holy blessing is 'Bullet Deflection'!
Armor bestowed with Khorne's praise will have a greatly increased probability of deflecting incoming bullets.
While it's called a probability, in reality, it all depends on Khorne's preferences. Depending on the level of importance, some people truly get a probability, but some people are truly cheating!
No, this can't go on!
Haarken's face became extremely grim. He finally understood now.
What gladiatorial arena, what fairness and justice? The referee has already started openly taking sides!
He was here to win honor for Warmaster Abaddon, not to be a part of Khorne and the 'Saint's' two-person play!
Thinking of this, Haarken already felt some inclination to retreat.
What Saint?
What Trial?
Let them all go to hell; let whoever wants to come, come!
He, World-Eater Haarken, Chaos Lord, was quitting!
Haarken, who had already decided to throw in the towel, suddenly had an excellent idea!