"Ha ha..."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Skabrand suddenly burst into laughter.
Qin Mo had always thought of this Bloodthirster as a demon of few words and ruthless deeds, yet Skabrand was laughing now.
That meant Skabrand was not only stronger than usual, but its intelligence had also risen to the point where it could hold a verbal exchange with a Psychic Power-less mortal.
The Greater Demon suddenly raised its weapon, its eyes blazing with rage.
With nothing but that gesture and glare, it made the nearby Demon Army retreat several steps, clearing a wide open space.
"You, you bastard! You think killing a few lackeys and servants of the Dark Gods makes you invincible?"
"Perhaps you are, to demons like us."
Skabrand let both arms hang low, carrying a strange giant axe sideways as blood dripped from it and wails echoed from within. Its powerful demonic body paced to the left, its eyes fixed viciously on Qin Mo.
"But to the gods, you are still no threat at all! You do not even qualify to take part in The Great Game!"
Holding the Scepter and Chainsword, Qin Mo stood where he was and glared at Skabrand. Out of the corner of his eye, he scanned the surroundings for a weak point in the Demon Army.
He was listening to Skabrand as well.
The so-called Great Game was the endless war the gods waged against one another. Put simply, it was the internal strife between Khorne, Tzeentch, and the rest—just like now, when they fought each other to the point of aiding enemies of the Warp.
"You think you belong on the board? Hmm?"
"No, no, no. You are just a piece like us. The only difference is that you are a damned stinking piece with no one controlling you from