Chapter 87 87, Endless Bloody Battle! (Please Order First)
The sky was filled with yellow sand and the desert was endless.
Dukor walked in it, and after a brief confusion, he realized that this was a ritual of Khorne.
When the expeditionary corps arrived in this world with Guilliman's team, the Primarch thought that he had walked out of the trap of the gods and had an absolute advantage, but he forgot that the game of the gods lasted for a long time and never stopped.
Dukor's footsteps soon paused - in the yellow sand not far from him, a Khorne demon who roared blasphemous words gradually appeared.
Behind the demon, there was an extremely large Khorne legion, bloodletters, flesh hounds, Khorne warriors, Khorne blood grinders, Khorne skull grinders.
One legion after another appeared, and each Khorne legion had 8,888 units.
Facing such a large-scale Khorne army, the Primarch just chuckled and raised the chainsaw sword in his hand,
"Is that all?"
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne!"
In the giant arena formed by the endless desert, the demons of Khorne roared and took the lead in charging, but their blades were aimed at only one person.
"Come!"
Dukor was not afraid at all. He tore a bloody path in the Khorne army and took the lead in attacking the Khorne Demon.
In terms of combat ability alone among the four gods' demons, the Khorne Demon is definitely the strongest.
But in Duker's eyes, the Khorne Demon is the easiest to kill. Whether it is speed, strength or combat skills, he is suppressed in all aspects.
After only a short fight, Duker found the opponent's flaw, and then cut the opponent in half with the chainsaw sword in his hand-in the process, he did not even use speed and strength that exceeded the opponent.
The body of the demon collapsed instantly like a hill, followed by a one-sided massacre.
Every time Dukel killed a demon, a grain of sand in the vast desert was soaked with blood.
But there were countless grains of sand in the desert. The sand brought up by the Primarch every time he moved was measured in tens of millions. How could he notice such a small change?
The massacre was still going on.
It only took 22 hours for this huge Khorne army to be slaughtered by him.
And after killing so many demons, the damage Dukel suffered was only a few insignificant scratches on the power armor.
But what concerned him was that Dukel did not extract the source of chaos from any demon in this battle.
But the Primarch soon realized that this was not reality or the warp, but the spiritual world built by the Blood God.
"That's it?"
Dukel smiled disdainfully. His move was undoubtedly a provocation to the owner here, but the Blood God was not angry - in fact, except for the occasional echo of the Blood God's hymns in his mind, until now the Lord of the Skulls has not shown more actions.
But soon, the Primarch discovered that the ritual of the Blood God was not that simple.
Only 8 hours had passed.
The huge demon army once again appeared in the rolling yellow sand.
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skulls to the skull throne!"
The demons of Khorne launched a charge the moment they appeared.
"Come again!"
Dukel was naturally not unwilling. He smiled and went forward, tearing a bloody path again, and rushed straight to the Khorne Demon.
But this time, he keenly noticed that this demon had become stronger.
It was not the increase in speed and strength, but the increase in skills - but this insignificant increase was not enough to cause trouble to Dukel. After a short fight, Dukel chopped off the opponent's head with a sword.
Then, as before, he slaughtered the demon army.
This time, he also took only 22 hours.
Although the combat skills of the Khorne Legion have increased this time, it only left two more shallow scratches on his armor.
Duker silently counted the time in his heart. When the next demons emerged from the yellow sand, he keenly noticed that this time was 8 seconds earlier than before.
For battle, the Primarch always accepted all comers.
The speed of the demons returning from the yellow sand was getting faster and faster.
Until the last moment, there was no rest. The great demons and demon legions killed in the last second attacked again from the yellow sand in the next second.
Time has no meaning here. Duker didn't know how long he had fought. He only knew that in the endless battle, the whole desert was soaked with blood from the vaguely visible mottled blood shadows to every grain of yellow sand.
He was fighting in a red desert.
The armor on his body was already tattered, and even the body that seemed to be made of fine steel was left with large and small scars in the battle.
But this is the spiritual world. He can consume the power of spirit or mind to heal the wounds on his body. Although his mental power is not infinite, when necessary, he can also extract the spiritual energy of the members of the heart network through the heart network.
"Puff!——"
In the red desert, Dukor tore the last Khorne demon in half. It was an ugly bloodletter. When it died, the last grain of sand in the desert was soaked with blood.
The taste of blood was extremely sweet at this moment. The Primarch instinctively chopped at the next target, but the chainsaw sword in his hand found nothing.
After losing his target, Duker looked around quickly, looking for traces of the demon - he longed for the appearance of the demon, longed for pure battle, longed for simple blood
After losing his target, he greedily breathed in the sweetness of blood in the air. When the strong smell of blood continued to flow into his nasal cavity, the restlessness in his heart was slightly calmed.
He had forgotten how long he had been here, a hundred years? A thousand years? The killing every minute and every second had long made him addicted like poppy.
But now, the demon no longer appeared.
"It's over" Duker sighed with loss, at this moment he was like an unsatisfied drug addict.
He sat on the blood-soaked desert without any scruples. When the killing was completely over, he felt the fatigue that made him almost dizzy.
This was the first time he felt tired from the bottom of his heart after crossing into this original body.
He checked his spirit and found that the evil thoughts of humans that he had been unable to transform for a long time due to absorbing human beliefs had been reduced by two-thirds.
The long killing actually consumed most of the malice that Duker could not transform.
"So? Is that all you can do? Why don't you stop this ceremony? Or do you have more sacrifices to please me?"
Duker sat in the blood sand and laughed at the incompetence of the Blood God unscrupulously.
But apart from the hymns that echoed more and more frequently in his mind, the Lord of the Skulls did not give any response.
Until——
"Tap", "Tap", "Tap"
The footsteps sounded slowly.
After a long killing, it was not only the Khorne demons who had improved their martial arts. Duker had also made great progress in the endless battles.
Just from the footsteps, he could tell that this was definitely an extremely powerful warrior.
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a warrior completely shrouded in blood shadows, holding a giant blade and walking towards him step by step.
"The demons failed to kill you, even just once."
The warrior covered in bloody shadows praised Duker.
"Those trash alone can't defeat me. No matter how many times I kill demons, I won't feel tired. When the blade in my hand drinks the blood of demons, I will only feel the heartfelt joy." Duker looked at the other party with burning eyes,
"Even you are the same. There is no difference in my eyes."
"Really?" The lonely warrior chuckled and pointed at the original body with the giant blade in his hand, "Do you need me to give you time to rest, Duker?"
"No need, it's the same if I kill you and then rest."
I'll post two chapters first, and there will be more in the evening.
I'm too busy during the Chinese New Year. I'll pay back the 300 monthly tickets for the new book period with 3 chapters.
I'll try to update more after the Chinese New Year. Happy New Year.