Alvin's Warp Essence?

In the past, the targets of his cheat codes were always Alvin himself, but this time it was slightly different. The target of his cheat codes became his enemy, the giant beast of the Caliban Forest —Behemoth!

Sweat soaked his back, causing his abraded skin to sting with intense pain.

Even so, Alvin dared not look away, staring intently at Behemoth, afraid of missing a single move.

This is no joke. Behemoth has now transcended the category of "beast" and become a full member of the Khorne army. Moreover, judging from the degree of blessing he has received, he is already a purebred "Daemon"!

If he's right, as long as Behemoth kills himself, his next step will be to be formally promoted by Khorne, thus completing his path to Ascend to Daemonhood.

In a sense, Alvin's enemy has changed from Behemoth, the giant beast of the Caliban Forest, to Khorne Daemons Behemoth!

The difference between these two is so vast that it's no exaggeration to describe it as the difference between heaven and earth!

No, what about fairness?!

That tyrannical aura made every inch of Alvin's hair, even his pores, tremble.

Behemoth was blessed, but the problem is... he wasn't!

Moreover, one of his legs and his right arm were broken due to the impact just now. In the current situation, I really don't know what chance he has!

The Daemon Behemoth let out a savage grin, his face seemingly shrouded in several tyrannical features, and the Psykana Power surrounding him almost materialized, filling the entire swamp.

In an instant, the air exploded with a loud bang!

A sonic boom erupted out of nowhere around Behemoth, shattering layers of air rings, and a tyrannical, blood-red figure charged forward like a thunderbolt!

Thump! Thump! Thump!

His heart suddenly raced, and a sense of death washed over him, making Alvin feel as if he were trapped in an ice cellar.

Just then, he seemed to hear a voice.

That voice told him not to be afraid or terrified, to strengthen his resolve, and to face the enemy head-on!

In an instant, all remaining emotions were stripped away.

Alvin fell into a strange state of mind. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the terrifying afterimage, his mind clear.

All right!

The surging airflow seemed to slow down.

Is it... just my imagination?

Alvin's eyes widened, but he quickly realized that this was no illusion. Every speck of dust stirred up by the air currents, including grains of sand, and even Behemoth's punch, seemed to be slowed down hundreds of times!

This feeling is wonderful.

It was as if Time Flow Rate down, and the whole world became incredibly clear!

No, it seems there's more to it than that.

Deep within Alvin's pupils, a glimmer of gold seemed to flow, and the world reflected in his eyes appeared as if it had been sliced and divided, like a monitor screen displaying many different "results."

Yes, it's all about the "result"!

In one scene, Behemoth strikes him, then pierces his own chest, bleeding profusely, his eyes gradually dimming, dying in disbelief.

As Alvin subconsciously tried to avoid the outcome of this fate and moved his feet to the left ahead of time, the scene before his eyes changed once again.

This time, Behemoth's fist grazed his body and missed, and then the Daemon changed his punch to an elbow, using terrifying force to smash his head apart!

No!

Alvin's pupils contracted sharply, and he took another step back while bending down.

The "result" presented to us has changed to Behemoth's attack missing its mark, which conveniently exposes the soft area under his armpit!

Great opportunity!

Alvin, holding the knife in his left hand and using his only remaining leg to brace himself, thrust the blade upwards with all his might!

The blade pierced Behemoth's armpit.

Alvin spun the hilt of his sword, then slashed horizontally, severing Behemoth's arm through the gaps in its blood-red armor from the wound under its armpit!

"Roar!!!"

Behemoth clutched his right arm in agony, letting out a shrill roar. In his angry eyes, a hint of doubt and fear appeared.

"Again."

Under the influence of this state of mind, Alvin walked slowly toward it with a blank expression and a limp, the blade leaving a trail on the ground.

Behemoth attacked again in a frenzy, using his remaining right arm to clench his fist and smash it like a cannonball at Alvin!

However, this time the "outcome" was still "predicted" by Alvin a step ahead. He used his telekinesis to move a few meters laterally and just barely dodged Behemoth's attack.

At the same time, the Atropos's Blade slashed down again, its extremely sharp blade severing Behemoth's right arm through the gaps in the blood-red armor.

"I saw it."

Alvin muttered to himself, his foot slightly turning as he dodged a beam of light from Behemoth's roar.

"I can see it all—" His gaze seemed empty, yet golden threads flowed within it.

Every move Behemoth made was completely visible to him, as if he had predicted every action of the opponent in advance!

Behemoth, having missed its target once more, roared and charged, but its furious roar was now mixed with a hint of fear that it could hardly perceive.

It couldn't understand how its opponent, who clearly had a broken leg and an arm, could so easily dodge its attacks.

Alvin gathered his telekinetic energy and, like a shockwave, struck Behemoth's right leg.

Boom!

Behemoth, who was charging forward, was suddenly struck in the leg, immediately lost his balance, and fell headfirst to the ground.

And the location was right in front of Alvin.

Then, holding the knife in his left hand, he looked at Behemoth lying on the ground, his eyes devoid of any emotion, and gently swung it down!

Brush!

A huge head was severed by a blade.

The bloodshot light in Behemoth's pupils gradually faded, but his eyes remained wide open, filled with deep confusion.

Beside the lake in the mysterious forest, Zabriel gazed into the deep crimson fog and couldn't help but ask, "Do we—really not need to help?!"

Without a doubt, that blood-red fog was a sign of the invasion of the Chaos Realm!

"Need not."

The Lion King sat quietly by the lake, his eyelids slightly raised, gazing at the thick, blood-red fog. He sneered, "Besides, this was originally a trial." But—

Zabriel nodded in agreement, but still didn't furrow his brow. "That's the power of Chaos, isn't it?"

"I know." The Lion King's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of disdain in his tone. "This matter is complicated, and I can't explain it to you. In short, we don't need to concern ourselves with it."

Of course, there's one more thing the Lion King didn't say.

His father, the one who sat atop the Golden Throne, had hinted at this trial to him through a dream, via this eerie forest.

A hint of worry and doubt flickered in the Lion King's eyes.

What happened in the Warp during his ten thousand years of slumber that allowed the Emperor and Khorne, who should have been mortal enemies, to reach a tacit agreement on something?