Ah!!!
The plundering of the Brass Fortress by Ka'bandha and the others nearly drove the Blood God mad. It was an indescribable humiliation and a crushing blow.
Who could have imagined that the Brass Hall would be deceived and ambushed by the Lord of Hell, the armies of the other gods, and those traitors, leaving Blood Soil with irreparable damage?
The dignity and authority of this God of War had been ground mercilessly into the dirt by the gods and traitors alike, while even his Authority of Slaughter continued to drain away.
At that moment, he wanted only to break free of the blockade, descend upon the Brass Fortress with irresistible divine punishment of slaughter, and destroy every being that dared plunder that territory!
"Hey, hey, hey~"
"Blood God, don't be like this, Blood God, don't be like this—"
Seeing this, Ron hurriedly joined the other gods in holding back the utterly enraged Khorne.
They clutched him tightly, obsidian-like claws piercing through brass armor and embedding themselves deep within.
At the same time, the Lord of Pleasure and the Lord of Change continuously extended their authority, binding this supreme being as he struggled madly.
The huge mouth in the Lord of Pestilence's belly spewed out incomparably foul, sticky vomit crawling with writhing maggots, blocking the path to the Brass Hall.
After all, with the Brass Fortress—the core of his authority—having fallen, the Blood God's power was being steadily weakened.
They could not possibly give the Blood God a chance to save himself, allowing him to interfere in the war on Blood Soil with the power of his true form.
"Your palace has already collapsed. Even if you vent your fury upon those valiant warriors, it will do no good—"
There was a trace of mockery in Ron's voice.
It was