The Emperor: An Old Blade Still Sharp, One Slap Cleared the Rebellious Son's Mind!

Roar!

All at once, a furious roar came from the void.

Unnatural molten fire flowed through the Throne Room, wreathed in sulfurous steam; the heat alone could set a person's blood burning.

This most sacred region of the Imperial Palace was suffering the corruption of Chaos, the manifestation of the power and will of the Chaos Gods.

The blades under their command were bearing straight down on the Golden Throne, ready at last to trample humanity's final hope.

That would be utter darkness!

"Faster. Faster!"

Ang'grath, Wrathful Skull, a Greater Daemon under Khorne the Blood God, roared in such madness.

It was as if he feared no enemy or thing.

This being, clad in scorched Brass armor and gripping a double-bladed Blood Axe, was the leader of the Third Legion.

Under his command were eight Bloodthirsters ranked among the foremost.

Ang'grath was the Blood God's apostle of vengeance, the ultimate force of slaughter on the battlefield. He often brought punishment down upon those who had once humiliated Khorne, tearing enemies apart with unbridled wrath.

Beyond that, they had also been granted a supreme mission.

That was to humiliate the enemy's greatest warriors in the name of the God of War, and slaughter them.

This time, with the aid of a divine artifact, the Champion of the Blood God would destroy the Golden Throne and win supreme glory.

No Greater Daemon of Khorne could resist such a temptation—to smash The Cursed's bones and his Throne to pieces.

"Out of my way!"

Ang'grath slammed aside the Keeper of Secrets in front of him, then overturned another blasphemer, leading the Bloodthirsters under his command to the very front.

He would allow no being to contend with him for this honor.

"Hmph. This time, that bastard Ka'bandha failed to enter the battle. He'll lose