So That's Why I Hate Khorne

Its connection to the Blood God's Domain in the Warp, the source that gives it endless power and the possibility of rebirth, is being weakened and severed by an indescribable force!

The blasphemous aura surrounding it visibly dimmed, and the hellfire on the axe blade flickered as if it might be extinguished at any moment.

"What... happened?"

Its Chaos thinking makes it difficult for it to comprehend this situation.

Conquest, slaughter, and the sacrifice of skulls—this should have been a pleasurable process of ever-increasing power. Why has it become so... "difficult"?

"Physical suppression, is that so hard to understand?"

Before it could figure it out, a figure walked steadily through the billowing dust and came to it.

Clad in blue and gold armor, covered by a scarlet demon leather cloak, and wielding a holy sword burning with golden flames.

Bloodthirster was most concerned about was the demonic face on the shoulder of the other's cloak, a face frozen with endless rage and a trace of lingering fear— Skarbrand!

That brother who was once the most favored by the Blood God, and was known for his endless rage and destruction!

"You!

Killed Skarbrand?!

The mind of the Bloodthirster was overwhelmed by pure ecstasy and fighting spirit.

To be able to kill Skarbrand is such an honor!

What power!

Kill such a powerful being and offer his skull to the Brass Throne, and the Blood God will surely bestow upon him unparalleled favor!

"Roar--!!! Perfect! Battle!!!"

It abandoned its contemplation of that inexplicable weakness, and all the Chaos energy, driven by rage, boiled once more.

It let out a roar that shook the battlefield, and its massive body charged out at an unprecedented speed.

With the giant axe trailing a rekindled crimson tail, it slashed horizontally toward Guilliman's head with the force of splitting mountains and shattering stars!

This strike contained all of its destructive will, determined to cleave this formidable enemy in two!

"Sigh, that's why I hate the Khorne faction. There's no point in mocking you."

Faced with this terrifying slash that could tear a heavy tank apart like paper, Guilliman's reaction was utterly succinct.

He neither dodged nor parried, but simply took a step forward and swung the Emperor's Sword with one arm.

The movement was not flashy, even somewhat simple and unadorned; it was just a straightforward, bottom-up slash.

The golden sword blade met the massive axe blade with pinpoint accuracy.

Clang--!!!!

It wasn't the sharp, explosive sound of metal colliding, but rather a dull, deafening roar like two mountains crashing together, accompanied by the cracking sound of space being squeezed by immense force!

The Bloodthirster, halted his axe blow.

It hovered steadily in mid-air, held steady by a seemingly "small" longsword burning with golden flames, supported by a single hand.

At the point where the axe blade and the sword blade meet, the space shows fine, glass-like cracks—a sign that the physical structure cannot withstand the clash of their forces.

The Greater Daemon's eyes, which were burning with rage, were instantly filled with astonishment.

It couldn't understand why its powerful strike, which had even drawn the attention of Khorne, was so easily intercepted.

Its astonishment did not last long.

Because Guilliman moved.

The instant he blocked the giant axe, his sword-wielding arm seemed to tremble slightly, and an indescribable, pure, and extreme physical force was transmitted through the blade.

Click!

A clear cracking sound came from the blade of its giant axe, which had accompanied it through countless eras and drunk the blood of billions of living beings.

A clear crack spread out like a spider web.

Guilliman's figure vanished from the spot the instant it was shaken by the damage to its weapon.

It wasn't Psionic Energy blink, but a manifestation of pure speed breaking through the limits of vision.

By the time the Bloodthirster realized what was happening, Guilliman was already right next to it, almost touching it.

Then, Guilliman sheathed the Emperor's Sword.

The right hand that had just caught the giant axe with one hand clenched into a fist.

There was no energy glow, no Psionic Energy, just the purest physical force, enough to shake the structure of a star.

It slammed solidly into the Bloodthirster Khorne.

Bang--!!!

An indescribable muffled thud.

The Bloodthirster felt as if he had been struck head-on by an asteroid.

Its sturdy head, formed from Warp energy and tempered by countless killing intents, instantly deformed.

It wasn't a simple bone fracture, but rather the Chaos energy structure that constituted its existence began to disintegrate from its most fundamental level under the crushing force of the "Law of Eternity" contained in this punch.

Only then did the Bloodthirster truly "understand" what the power that had weakened it was.

That wasn't just simple suppression; it was a change in the home-field advantage rules!

Around this man, the laws of the Material Universe were amplified to their extreme, while these demons, who depended on the Warp existence, were like fish out of water, their power fundamentally weakened.

The opponent's pure and domineering material power, in this ebb and flow, resulted in an absolute crushing defeat!

It "looked" at Guilliman.

Beneath the other's black hair, his blue eyes were calm and still, devoid of either the excitement of killing or the arrogance of victory, only a bottomless indifference belonging to a higher level of existence.

fear.

An emotion it had never experienced before, born from anger and slaughter, coiled around its Chaos core for the first time, like a cold, venomous snake.

Unfortunately, it will never have the chance to savor or understand this emotion again.

Because Guilliman's second punch had already landed.

This time, the target is the pulsating Khorne rune core on its chest, which contains most of its essence.

The fist landed.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a crisp and deep "ding" sound, like crystal shattering.

The massive body of the Bloodthirster suddenly stiffened, and then, like a shattered glass sculpture, countless crimson cracks of light burst forth from within.

Its material form instantly collapsed, transforming into the purest and most violent Khorne of Warp Essence, crimson as blood and scorching as magma.

Guilliman stood still, his mouth slightly open, as if breathing, swallowing the massive crimson torrent into his body.

A frenzied will to fight, pure destructive energy, and deadly combat skills...

All qualities belonging to the Khorne's Realm were swiftly crushed, purified, and absorbed by the power of the "Law of Eternity."

He could feel his total Psionic Energy rising again, and the strength and power of his physical body also increased accordingly. His understanding of the laws of "destruction" and "power" deepened.

He stretched his shoulders with a sense of ease, and his neck bones cracked slightly.