The Time to Slay Gods

The Ending formation reshaped itself, expanding even further.

The Blood God was being suppressed.

Yet before the suppression was fully complete, he even blessed the Uslans and the Greenskins, allowing them to slaughter Khorne daemons faster or strengthen the Ending formation's power of slaughter, simply because they had shown courage.

Tzeentch was still watching. Other than his laughter, nothing belonging to him reached either daemon realm.

"Look at you. All of you." Qin Xa pressed his palms together, veins bulging on his forehead as he maintained the Ending with all his strength. "You are merely aggregates of concepts, authorities, thoughts, spirits... You do not even understand that when the lips are gone, the teeth grow cold. You would even bless your enemies."

Qin Xa had once again exposed the essence of the Chaos Gods.

They were twisted amalgamations of extreme emotions and spirits.

Khorne did not ask where the skulls came from, so naturally, he did not ask who had performed the courageous deeds.

The actions of the Gods, Khorne included, were entirely dictated by the concepts corresponding to their divinities, like puppets of the divinities spawned by Chaos.

"Are you the divinity of Mindless Slaughter, or a real being most favored because of your extraordinary courage?" Qin Xa continued. "Did the divinity shape you, or did you shape the divinity?"

Qin Xa knew that he would receive no answer, but he asked anyway.

Because philosophical speculation, like a Psychic Spell, was harmful to Khorne. So he did it.

"So..." The Blood God trembled, his body twisting and collapsing along with the daemon realm. "So courageous!"

Qin Xa suddenly felt the divinity of Mindless Slaughter tipping toward him.

Blood God Khorne's power was draining away, while his own grew stronger.

It was already obvious which side the scales of victory