A faint wind with the smell of blood blew across the battlefield, taking away the soldiers' body temperature and soul that had not yet disappeared, and flew away farther away, never to return.

Both inquisitors were silent, and even though the two mighty warriors seemed to be treated with contempt just now, they both knew that this was the truth.

Everyone knew that the marshal's swordsmanship was powerful, but no one knew how powerful it was, because he often disdained to use his hands.

I don't know how long it lasted, but when the old man was struggling to support himself in a half-asleep and half-awake state, a slight sound sounded in his ears, different from the sound of his limbs being cut open and the howls of the ice cubes before they left on the battlefield.

"Listen—"

Rarely, the old man took out a scroll from his belt and held it in his hand, as if he was carrying something.

"—there is singing."

A few miles from the battlefield, a large, bloody tornado-like portal opened.

And the fanatical, bloodthirsty war songs and earth-shattering war drums have floated out of the swirling portals, caught by the Imperial Marshal with a natural strong sense.

Finally, a diminutive figure stepped out of the portal.

It was a dwarf dressed in minimal clothing and a beard covered with iron armor that covered almost his entire muscular, muscular body.

The Butcher King, Grimnir, carrying a giant axe larger than himself, walked at the front of the line.

Behind him, hordes of berserkers naked, smeared with blood paints, roared wildly at the Blood God Priest who led the way.

The Blood God Priest, who can only occur in large-scale wars, is the most fanatical and capable of being the ceremonial officer of the entire legion, and the most powerful warrior.

Dressed in robes soaked in the blood of the enemy, and armed with skulls and scepters made of brass, they proudly followed the Butcher King at the head of the procession.

"We're after—"

They shouted, waiting for a response from the warriors behind them.

"Blood!!"

Each berserker came close to roaring with all their might, wielding all sorts of bloodthirsty madness in their hands, as the mass of slaughter shone with an eerie blood-colored glow.

"We sacrifice to the god of blood—"

"Enemy skulls!!"

"Blood and glory! ——”

"Killing and Brass !!"

With such a question and answer, this terrible army completely stepped into the battlefield, and the vast number of blood-red warriors formed the most bloodthirsty and crazy ocean.

Behind them, the silent black warrior [Chosen One] Akon led his warriors into the desert, which was still unfamiliar.

This time, though, a behemoth appeared in the crack.

A huge throne made of skulls and brass, carried by countless warriors of the World Eater Legion, also appeared before the people's eyes.

And on the throne, the eternally angry berserker, the faithful believer of the Chaos Evil God and the most beloved child [Betrayer] Karn sat upright, staring ahead, holding the artifact battle axe [Children of Blood] tightly in his hand

Karn's Throne, the landmark of the Brass Throne, was asked by Karn to carry him directly into this bloody battlefield.

The throne was tall, and when it and the figure seated above it appeared, the three leaders, including the two Inquisitors, panicked. Or maybe only the two inquisitors panicked.

"Ka-Karn??"

Greyfax was shocked, she couldn't imagine a legendary demigod tearing through space with such an understatement, sitting on a bloody throne and attacking the Empire's forces.

The army of the Blood God Karn roared and roared slowly into the battlefield, then stood a few hundred meters away from the Imperial warriors who were waiting for them.

"Evil! The undoubted power of the evil gods!! ”

Hardly hesitating, Inquisitor Caldo Drago picked up his holy sword and turned it into a silver flash of lightning. Without hesitation, he charged towards the tall brass throne.

Karn calmly looked at the inquisitor as he slowly raised his tomahawk.

"Now, give me their heads and blood!"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Cranial donation! ”

With the earth-shattering battle cry, the bloodthirsty madmen rushed out, targeting everyone in front of them - not necessarily enemies, they couldn't guarantee if they weren't. Blood has blinded them, and the desire to kill has made them anxious.

"Demons!"

Greeted by Drago, the Inquisitor, was the ruthless and ferocious blade of the Chosen One.

The Holy Sword and the Blood Sword collided, creating a wonderful sound that made people feel pain from the depths of their souls, and the scale of the fierce battle was so great that no one could intervene, not even the Dwarven Butcher King beside him.

The dwarf, who was angry after being robbed of his opponent, jumped more than ten meters directly after the berserker, and jumped into the battle formation of the death guards like a meteorite.

He was like a merciless tornado, shattering a monstrous number of bodies with each swing of the Great Axe, along with their weapons, shields, and armor.

None of this made any difference to the angry Butcher King, after all, it was a legendary runic weapon that even a god could slash.

Grefax finally couldn't bear the terrible casualties, she looked at Sigismund, who was still indifferent, and finally decided to stride forward with her sword in her hand, facing the murderous butcher.

"Judgment is coming!"

She shouted, like an ancient Valkyrie, and rushed into battle, the soldiers hurrying to make way for her. Many soldiers were more afraid of this female inquisitor who was tasked with catching traitors than their blood-beast enemies.

"Blood—"

A topless berserker happened to see the tall Inquisitor in the midst of his own killing, even wearing solid high heels. Ignoring the flickering sword in his target's hand, the reckless man, manipulated by the thirst for blood and killing, pounced directly like the wind, and few soldiers could see such a swift and deadly attack.

Someone saw the Inquisitor holding his sword for a moment, and then moved on, always aiming at the slaughter of the butcher king Grimnir who was not far away.

Five steps after the Inquisitor had left, the berserker suddenly stopped, a terrible amount of blood flowing out of the dense cracks in his body, converging into a small river of blood on the ground, and then he was reduced to one neat piece no more than a finger long, and the mad warrior finally returned to the arms of the god he longed for and believed in.

Blood sacrifice to the blood god, after all, no matter whose blood it is, the blood god himself doesn't care about these trivial things.

Deathwatch, who has always been ruthless, is like an ordinary person facing zombies in the face of these berserkers who have completely abandoned their defenses and pain.

Whether it's spears piercing through or hammers smashing limbs, these blood-soaked monsters just charge and fight, without any hesitation or emotion other than anger.