Eat

Even meaningless struggle was better than baring one's neck for the blade.

Valgull summoned monsters of congealed flesh. Rising tomb chambers and crawling statues blocked Lin Fan's path.

Against these mindless flesh monsters, Lin Fan slaughtered them with ease. They were nowhere near as nimble as Khorne's creations, and even their strength was pitifully weak.

But these things barely had anything to do with living creatures anymore. They were simply moving meat.

Lin Fan drove his bayonet into a monster's chest and ripped upward, yet it still clung to his thigh, biting and licking at him.

Unwilling to waste any more time, he used his spear to move swiftly. Flesh crashed down like a tsunami, trying to batter him to the ground.

His bayonet tore open a gap in the wave of meat. Lin Fan did not slow in the slightest as he ran forward, drawing ever closer to Valgull's throne through the stench of blood and flesh.

The moment his eyes caught sight of the throne's edge, he hurled the spear without hesitation, pinning it beside Valgull's head.

In the next instant, Lin Fan's bayonet was at Valgull's throat. One foot stood on the throne's armrest, the other on its back, and he leaned down.

"Am I speaking to Llandu'gor, or to Valgull?"

Valgull closed his eyes and ignored him. Lin Fan slashed, and Valgull's head rolled to the floor.

The head merged with the ground, and Valgull grew a new one.

Refusing to believe it, Lin Fan cut him down dozens of times, but Valgull continued to regenerate, a mocking smile on his face.

"Heh. Do you really think you can kill a god that exists as a concept? Even the first Subjective One could only shatter one, not kill it..."

Lin Fan looked at the arrogant Valgull,