Chaos Realm.
The desolate plain was blanketed in white bones, stretching all the way to the fortress deep within, where blood-red waterfalls poured out.
This was a land paved with bones and blood, nurturing many evil lives, and it was also the recruiting ground of the God of Blood and War.
When the horn sounded, countless daemonic warriors made of skeletons crawled up from underground and headed toward the fortress deep in the plain.
Inside the domed hall of the fortress, the Chaos Lord sat upon his throne, looking down over this evil land.
His voice was low, thick with worry. "The Blood God is summoning again. We must further increase our forces to fill that cruel battlefield—"
This follower was not pleased by the Blood God's summons. Instead, he bore even greater pressure.
The Warp was burning.
Ever since the supreme Dark Gods had joined forces to besiege the Abyssal Hell, the situation of the war had been far from optimistic. The Chaos front had advanced far more slowly than expected, and it was facing fierce resistance.
Those Hell Daemons, Fear Warriors, and the like possessed excellent equipment, and their will to fight was even more astonishing.
This caused the fronts under the Blood God's armies to face resistance of even greater intensity, and their losses were extremely severe.
They had suffered the greatest casualties among the armies of the gods. Even more troublesome was that the armies of the other gods had taken more territory and achieved more results with smaller losses.
Such a stark contrast dealt a serious blow to the morale of the Blood God's armies, and the Blood God was incomparably furious, sending down punishment after punishment.
He sent down oracle after oracle, dispatching more Beastmen and Hell Daemons to the battlefield to salvage the