Lin Fan had smashed the entire squad of Khorne daemons guarding the Brass Gate into chunks and flames in a series of one-on-one group duels. Then the gate, glowing crimson and bearing a particularly vicious skull watcher, began to speak.
The way it spoke was strange. Blood poured from the skull's eye sockets and formed words before Lin Fan: "You have proven your courage and strength! Within the Brass Citadel! Beneath the Blood God's gaze! Ascend and bathe in divine grace!"
The gate slowly opened, revealing what the true Blood God's Realm hidden beyond the fortress looked like.
The imagined chaos of street murders, mutual slaughter, blood flooding the ground, and limbs flying everywhere did not appear. In its place was a broad, clean avenue paved with skulls, the gaps filled with scorched bloodstone. It looked surprisingly beautiful.
The buildings on both sides were identical in height and size, as though carved from the same mold, without the slightest discrepancy. Many Blood God warriors, either bare-muscled or clad in heavy armor, walked along either side of the road. One lane was filled with people walking forward, while the other was filled with people walking back.
The broad avenue was also clearly divided into two directions, reminding Lin Fan of traffic rules. Brass Bulls and Bloodcrusher cavalry moved slowly along the road, without any of the frenzied killing and hacking they displayed in the material universe.
The Brass Bulls here were actually from the Old World, but the 40k and Old World versions were not that different. They were basically identical.
Honestly, this was a little too orderly. If the skulls were not bleeding, or if the buildings had fewer spikes... well, Imperium buildings had never lacked spikes. And skulls bleeding were not impossible to explain either. The fanatical priests of