Khorne: Sitting at Home, He Gets Blamed from Across the Warp!
"We, we have value too!"
"My lord, we too can offer sacrifices to the great Blood God!"
"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"
"That's right, we have always revered the Blood God, but the despicable Emperor—bah, the despicable Corpse Emperor —has hindered our faith, my lord!"
The nobles who attended this banquet were not fools. Seeing that the Earl of the Jabba Family had set an example, the rest followed suit without hesitation.
As for Emperor?
What Emperor? Sorry, I'm not familiar with that!
They are now devout followers of the Blood God!
"Good, very good, excellent!"
However, these nobles, preoccupied with kowtowing and begging for mercy, shouting for Blood for the Blood God and Skulls for the Skull Throne, failed to notice that the voice of the "Chaos Space Marine" was growing increasingly low and chilling.
Carl Jabba, who was usually high and mighty, was now like a lapdog, kneeling on the ground, rubbing his knees together as he slowly moved forward, raising his face, which resembled that of a fat pig, in utter humility.
"My lord, we are willing to pledge our allegiance to Chaos and worship the great Blood God!"
Carl Jabba looked pitiful, like a groveling wild dog, staring longingly at the other person.
At that moment, all thoughts of self-respect, aristocratic demeanor, Imperium backbone, and Emperor were cast aside.
He only cares about his own life!
"I, I am willing to cooperate with you, sir, and offer my 725 factories and the heads of 1.8 million people as a sacrifice to the great Blood God!"
"Me too!"
"I also have 700,000 slaves, all of which can be offered to the Blood God!"
The remaining nobles shouted themselves hoarse, fearing that if they were even a fraction of a second slower, their heads would be chopped off.
As for the human lives they mentioned?
The deaths of mere slaves and commoners are just numbers; how can they compare to the precious lives of nobles?
Since you are all so devout—
The leading Chaos Space Marine's voice suddenly turned cold as he looked at the groveling nobles who had surrendered so quickly.
He said indifferently, "Then I will grant your wish."
Carl Jabba and the nobles had just breathed a sigh of relief when the next sentence plunged them into utter Hell.
"Let you devout believers go and meet the Blood God!"
His voice was extremely cold, even containing a hint of terrifying, unquenchable rage.
"Ah?"
Carl Jabba thought he had misheard.
He raised his head blankly, only to meet those eyes, the Auspex inside the helmet, and felt a terrifying killing intent pressing down like a mountain!
In an instant, screams echoed throughout the banquet hall!
The impatient Chaos Space Marine, like enraged lions and wild beasts, charged straight into the still bewildered nobles.
They completely abandoned Bolter.
Using only daggers, he would grab the terrified nobles one by one, who were fleeing in all directions, kneeling and begging for mercy, and weeping bitterly. He would slit their throats, letting the blood spurt out, and then tear off their heads, repeating this process over and over again.
Run?
Where to run?
The banquet hall doors, constructed with tens of thousands of tons of alloy to prevent outsiders from entering, also provide sound shielding. The original intention was to allow guests to gather here without fear of being discovered, and to indulge in unrestrained spending and relaxation.
But now, this seemingly impregnable and magnificent banquet hall has become a tomb for nobles.
Blood soaked through the blanket, seeping out when stepped on. And the precious wines shattered amidst cries of agony and agony.
It spilled onto the ground.
The killing continues.
Except for those huddled in the corner, all the nobles present were dragged out without exception, their throats slit, their heads torn off, and thrown to the ground.
Soon, hundreds of heads were severed and scattered.
The once high and mighty nobles have become pale heads, staring with empty eyes filled with disbelief, pain, and resentment.
Carl Jabba was deliberately left until last.
Why? Why? Why?
Carl Jabba was completely terrified, collapsing to the ground, staring in horror at the Chaos Space Marine walking towards him, his mind filled with confusion and questions.
Didn't they already surrender?
Don't these Chaos Space Marine want to use their power to conquer this Hive City?
Aren't they followers of Khorne?
Why couldn't the sacrifice of millions of heads sway their hearts?
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
The power boots pounded on the red carpet, squeezing out gushing blood; the heavy footsteps sounded like the tolling of death's bell.
It exploded in Carl Jabba's mind!
"No, don't kill me—"
He retreated in fear, trying to run away, but his legs were already weak and powerless, and he could only drag himself on the ground, looking exactly like a disgusting worm.
Until, one of his legs was broken!
Click!
"Ahhh"
Carl Jabba, who had been pampered and indulged in luxury since birth, had never suffered such hardship.
His leg bone snapped under his foot, and he immediately let out a piercing scream. Snot and tears streamed down his pig-like face, and even his most prized brain became chaotic with pain. "No, don't kill me! I have value! I still have value to you!"
However, the leading Space Marine ignored Carl Jabba's screams, grabbed his throat with his five fingers, lifted him off the ground as easily as a chick, and slowly squeezed and tightened his grip.
Click!
The Space Marine are incredibly strong; they can leave fingerprints even on steel, let alone a human skull.
In his agony, Carl Jabba clearly felt his life slipping away bit by bit, and this was undoubtedly the greatest torment!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh--!!!"
Carl Jabba struggled and writhed frantically.
At that moment, the leading Space Marine leaned closer and said in a voice only he could hear, "If you die and see Khorne, remember to pass on a message for me—tell him: His Highness Alvin, tell him to wash his neck and wait."
"Cry!"
Carl Jabba's eyes widened suddenly.
He suddenly understood, but—the five fingers gripping his head tightened their grip, crushing his head and causing red and white substances to flow from between their fingers.
"Hehe, Knight Commander, it's all taken care of!"
Suddenly, a Chaos Space Marine approached, barely able to contain his excitement, and asked, "What about the rest of them? Should we kill them all?"
"What, a knight commander?!"
The leader, a "Chaos Space Marine," slapped him on the head in anger, yelling, "I've said it hundreds of times: outside, call me Lord! If you get it wrong again, I'll stab you in the back of my throat!"
The Chaos Interstellar Warrior, who had just been slapped, shrank back and said, "Yes, yes, my lord, I was asking what to do with these maids?"
"Let the Librarian erase their memories."
The leading "Chaos Space Marine" said calmly, "No need to kill them. Go and pile up all the heads that are lying around. How can you be so sloppy? Haven't you ever seen Khorne Cultist before?"
"Well," the Chaos Interstellar Warrior, who had just been reprimanded, scratched his head. "But if we release these maids, won't people know we're not the Khorne Warriors?"
However, these words enraged the leading Chaos Space Marine, who kicked him away and roared, "You really want to be Khorne Cultist? One more time, and I'll personally rip your head off, you believe me?"
"I... I was just afraid of being exposed." The Space Marine, who had been thrown into the air, explained hastily with a mournful face, "Didn't His Highness say that we should disguise ourselves as the Khorne Chaos Gang and kill these parasites?"
"Don't worry."
The leading Chaos Space Marine was in a slightly better mood and sneered, "If we didn't have a single flaw, wouldn't we really become the Chaos Gang? What His Highness wants is a 'flaw.' Hurry up, we still have several places to visit tonight, don't dawdle and waste time!"
"Yes, Commander!"
"Go to hell! How many times have I told you, call me Lord when we're at work!!!"
"Oh, it's Lord!"
"Remember, keep your heads up straight. Don't let anyone tell you're fake at a glance, but don't act too convincingly either, or you'll attract unwanted attention."
Khorne is still unknown.
This time, while I was sitting at home, a black pot was placed on my head across Warp.