Eightfold Blessing!

However, Harken is by no means one to suffer losses.

Harken, whose shoulder armor had been shattered, revealed a ferocious look in his scarlet eyes. He actually managed to hold the giant axe and plunge the broken half of the Hell Spear into Alvin's abdomen!

Pfft!

The broken spear pierced his abdomen, and the excruciating pain caused Alvin's pupils to shrink. He then became even more frenzied, ignoring his injuries, and threw down the giant axe. He clenched his fists and roared as he smashed the axe into Harken's face!

Whoever backs down is a coward!

"Come on, you scum!!!"

Completely enraged, Alvin didn't care about anything else and swung his fist at Harken's face!

Harken was also enraged. He threw away the remaining half of his spear and, as if dragged into Alvin's rhythm, fiercely retaliated with his fists!

And so... in the eyes of the Chaos Raptors outside, their lord and the crazed human were locked in a fierce standoff at the corner of the ruins, neither willing to back down an inch, just punching and slamming each other!

They exchanged countless punches, and with each blow, Harken grew increasingly horrified. Was this guy... really human?

He actually exchanged hundreds of punches with him. Logically speaking, he should have died long ago, but he was still full of energy. In fact, every punch seemed to become heavier, causing him excruciating pain in his internal organs!

Finally... Harken chickened out first!

He truly couldn't hold on any longer. He kicked Alvin away, stood panting in place, and stared at him in shock. "What... what are you?!"

Alvin was badly beaten, but his eyes grew even redder, as if they had been stained with blood. His purplish-blue face twitched, and he grinned, "Me? Of course... you're my grandpa!"

The reason he dared to fight was because of "Divine Protection." Every punch Harken would bring him to the brink of death again, and then the cycle would repeat, increasing his power!

To Born to Die —truly the "blessing of Khorne"!

As long as he doesn't lose his will to fight, there's no way to stop him unless his physical body is completely destroyed!

"Ugh... this is so hard to use!"

Alvin frowned, a hint of impatience on his face, a cold glint in his eyes. "Big and heavy, and not easy to use at all. I'll melt you down when this is over!"

This statement is completely sincere, without the slightest hint of pretense.

This "Daemon Great Axe" is so enormous that it is not suitable for the size of a mortal, but rather for tall Space Marine or Daemonhost.

In Alvin's hands, wielding a "Daemon Great Axe" that was even larger than himself, he was naturally not very comfortable using it!

The giant axe, wreathed in blood-red flames, seemed to hear its master's murmured words, and in the rising blood-red flames, it appeared to be reforged!

The Daemon essence and soul bound within the "artifact" seemed to struggle in the burning flames of blood, emitting a shrill and resentful howl!

Unfortunately, they cannot break free from their confinement!

Finally, the fiercely burning blood flames subsided and the "Daemon Artifact" transformed from its initial giant axe form into a battle sword!

The straight blade resembles a slender rice seedling.

The slender blade is a full 1.4 meters long, and the handle can be held with both hands, combining the characteristics of both a knife and a gun. It is a style that the Haarken Worldclaimer has never seen before!

"Miao Dao? Not bad!"

Holding the brand-new "Daemon Artifact," Alvin seemed quite adept at it, casually waving it a few times. The sharp and deadly cold light, wrapped in a faint crimson flame, cut through the surrounding ruins!

"It's much easier now."

This is actually allowed?!

Upon witnessing this scene, Haarken Worldclaimer, couldn't help but entertain blasphemous thoughts in his mind once again.

The Blood God should... be fair and just, right?

In theory, the highest-level "Daemon Artifact" should be able to change its form according to its master's wishes.

For example, Warmaster Abaddon's Daemon Artifact, "Demon Sword Drach'nyen," was transformed after countless lives were sacrificed.

The problem is... the fact that the "Daemon Artifact" could be changed so easily with just a single sentence makes it hard for Haarken Worldclaimer, not to suspect that... the "Blood God" himself intervened and reforged the "Daemon Artifact" for him!

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The Blood God is fair and just; everyone in the Warp knows this. He is the most detestable god who tarnishes glory and courage!

How could such a great deity commit such a vile and despicable act?

As if to comfort himself, Haarken Worldclaimer roared with renewed courage, gripping half of the Spear of Hell: "Come... I will cut off your head and impale it on my back as a symbol of my victory over you!"

This could be considered one of Harken's quirks.

Any enemy he deemed worthy would have their head chopped off after defeating them, and the head would be stuck into the brass spikes of his Power Pack as a trophy to showcase his terror!

This time, however, repeating the same words countless times did nothing to bolster Harken's courage.

The surrounding air seemed to be on fire!

Enveloped in a chilling, oppressive blood-red light, Alvin gripped the reforged "Daemon Artifact," his bloodless, pale face twisted as if by a hateful Daemon, adorned with a terrifying brass-like iron mask!

On that brass-faced iron surface, the pupils seemed to shimmer with a blazing, intense light, like molten lava; hot, boiling breath spewed from the nostrils; the angry face depicted Blood God, radiating an endless bloodlust!

Thick black smoke, almost tangible, burned and rose, enveloping Alvin. With each step he took, the ground seemed to melt, leaving behind charred and filthy marks!

"... The Face of the Blood God?!"

The Haarken Worldclaimer, suddenly felt his pupils shrink violently, and an uncontrollable chill shot up his spine and straight to the top of his head!

Wait, is he seeing things?

This is impossible, it must be an illusion... But wait for him

If he wasn't mistaken, this seemed to be one of the phenomena of "Blood God's Blessing," right?

But soon, the oppressive force that enveloped his entire body, as heavy and terrifying as a physical entity, abruptly Haarken Worldclaimer, back to reality from his fantasy!

The cruel reality is like a hammer blow!

It ruthlessly shattered the last vestige of Haarken Worldclaimer's delusion—it wasn't an illusion... but a stark reality!

This guy has been blessed by Khorne!

The first level of "Holy Bestowal" alone has already reached a level that is almost capable of distorting the Materium, beyond imagination!

Are you kidding me?!

Haarken Worldclaimer, it's like he stormed into Khorne's war fortress, grabbed the guy sitting on the Brass Throne, and demanded. "Aren't you supposed to be the fairest and most just person?!"

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