The Cowardly False God

"Including you, Khorne, the Chaos Gods god. In my heart, you have been sentenced to Death Sentence. You are the source of all evil in this world."

"The chief of all evils deserves the most severe punishment!"

"You smooth-talking brat, you have no right to talk about the fairness of the law!"

Oh.

I'm in a hurry.

"If you had just said you wanted to fight, I wouldn't have wasted my breath arguing with you."

In fact, from the moment she entered this bizarre courtroom, Sevatar had already categorized everything present as criminal.

According to the Code of Evernight Code, all non-human races are citizens of second class or lower.

Citizens of second class or lower who commit crimes shall be punished more severely.

The Daemon is the worst of the worst.

Human rights are human rights; Daemon have no human rights, they only have the right to be killed!

As he spoke, Sevatar drew his longsword, which his Uncle had personally crafted.

In fact, after arriving in Terra, he specifically learned about some very secretive things.

For example, religions that the Imperium strictly prohibits.

Because he understood the truth about the Warp, he knew that human emotions could create ripples in the Warp, and religious faith was an extremely powerful emotion.

Whether negative or positive, emotions are emotions, so Sevatar is trying to verify some things.

His question was eventually answered.

Faith does indeed work.

But what you believe is key.

It just so happens that Sevatar believes in the law, or rather, he believes in Han Mingxuan himself.

So when he came to Nuceria this time, he specially brought the complete set of equipment that Han Mingxuan had made for him.

Now, he wants to verify his answer.

Sevatar held scales in one hand and a sword in the other, the blade pointed at Khorne's head.

"Prepare your neck for slaughter, Chaos Gods!"

"You dare to challenge me? I acknowledge your courage!"

"Bloodletter who couldn't bear to look at war, who ultimately abandoned courage and justice, I don't need your approval. Put away your insults, Heretic!"

"War never ends, only endless slaughter and bloodshed. Die, you will become my Daemon Prince!"

"War without end? If all that's left in this world is war, then so be it! War until the end of all war!"

"Let the flames of war burn this disgusting world to ashes, and upon those ashes, build a new land!"

Sevatar swung his sword, slaying one Daemon after another, the scales in his hand emitting faint glimmers of light.

That blue hue, tinged with golden light, continuously emanated from his armor, longsword, Code, and scales.

That was the power of Order, protecting Sevatar and preventing his soul from succumbing to endless slaughter.

But Khorne wasn't focused on his armor and sword; he was focused on the scales in Sevatar's hand.

That scale was very strange.

It is forcibly balancing the power of Sevatar and all the Daemon that fight against him!

In Khorne's original plan, the ratio of Sevatar to himself was one to nine.

Courage is only revealed in dire circumstances.

This is also the type that Khorne favors most.

But now, because of that damned scale, the ratio between the two sides has been forcibly changed to four to six!

Khorne couldn't imagine what he would achieve if the Primarch were here, given his nature as Demigod of the Warp.

Split in half!

In other words, in a desperate situation, they force a 50/50 chance!

That's not fair!

Absurd!

The moment those four words crossed Khorne's mind, he instantly rejected them.

"You're doubting yourself, I see it, you Chaos Gods! You dare not admit your despicable and shameless nature!"

"You are not a god of courage and justice, you are just a hypocrite filled with blood and rage, a coward!"

"These lackeys of yours are nothing but cowards who, out of fear of the hardships of war and the difficulty of attaining glory, ultimately abandoned everything and cower behind you, roaring in anger!"

In the name of humanity.

"In the name of honor and justice."

"In the name of the Father of Night."

"Slay the false god!"

"Prepare to die!"

Swish!

Crack!

Pfft.

With a single strike, the blade flashed out, its edge gleaming with a blue-gold hue, tinged with a hint of gold-red, and struck Khorne's armor squarely.

Immediately afterwards, a crack appeared in Khorne's armor, and sword energy entered through the crack, producing a faint sound of skin being cut.

Khorne was injured.

Sevatar's sword wounded the Chaos Gods.

Or rather, Sevatar's sword was merely a prelude.

What truly wounded Khorne was Sevatar's will.

Justice and courage, carrying the will to destroy all injustice, struck down Khorne.

The moment Khorne felt pain, all the Daemon around him panicked.

This person actually harmed the god he worshipped.

Moreover, it uses authority that the gods themselves no longer use.

"Die, you Chaos Gods!"

Boom!

At that moment, Khorne snapped out of his reverie of that subtle pain.

But now He has no will to fight.

Ultimately, He could only use the power of the Chaos Gods to forcibly throw Sevatar out of Nuceria's territory.

Clearly, He couldn't get the Chief Juror, but he couldn't afford to lose Angron.

Moreover, He needs a lot of time to process that sword strike.

In the end, the place was empty; Khorne had vanished.

Sevatar was also thrown out of Nuceria.

When everything returned to nothingness, a voice appeared in the empty environment.

"Mr. Han, you ancient idealist, have educated a mad idealist in this world—no, not just one, but a whole group."

The voice belonged to Tzeentch.

This Chaos Gods witnessed the entire battle and saw a clear truth in Sevatar.

The 5,000- Evernight Judges Legion, personally trained by Han Mingxuan, must absolutely not be sent to the battlefield.

Absolute!

If they were to go to the battlefield, whether it be a squad or an individual, they would absolutely become a sharp weapon against the Warp, like nails firmly planted there.

"I think I'll find you a good place."

Meanwhile, outside of Nuceria, Sevatar appeared out of nowhere on a spaceship.

"Sevatar?"

"You are... Trazyn?!"

"What are you doing here all of a sudden? What's going on with Old Han?"

Khorne would have it, Khorne threw Sevatar into the approaching fleet.

"Uncle Han is alright. I don't know why the Chaos Gods couldn't harm him, but Nuceria is in complete chaos right now."

"Jury the Juror Sevatar, I need to know everything, immediately."

It's Lorgar.

"The Warp Gods have descended upon Nuceria, and their followers are organizing sacrifices with unbridled zeal, seeking to corrupt Mortarion and Angron."

"So far, I've fought with Khorne, and it was only by sheer luck that I was eventually thrown out by him."

"However, the current status of the two Primarch remains unclear, and the situation is not optimistic."