"Far away, in the shroud of eternal night, flanked the brass-cast minaret, stood a pyramid like a mountain, a throne made of the skulls of thousands of different creatures. The stars guide the followers of the Blood God to this place in search of the final skull. —The Canon of the Blood God

Bernag, the land of the underworld of the fantasy world, the supreme ruler of this place, Hadi, raised the blood-colored holy book in his hand, looked at the spiritual storm in the distance that almost wanted to tear the void, and tore a hole in the center of the world's largest human empire.

She understood that war was about to break out.

As a follower of the Lord of Skulls, she should have been happy that the war had arrived, but Shamira's face was now filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

Because this war was not started by her, the Chosen One, but directly ignited by the Great Demon from the subspace.

Essentially, the premise of worshipping abusiveness is to be a warrior, and as a warrior, you will find that you and His goals are usually the same: He wants someone to die, it doesn't matter who dies, and you want to live, so someone else has to die.

Therefore, believers who believe in the blood god do not have comrades who love each other, whether they are strange enemies or comrades who fight together, they may become opponents who compete for their lives at any time in the next moment.

In countless worlds, there are countless followers of the Blood God, as many as the stars in the sky.

Among them, the big demon projected from the subspace this time belongs to the upper class of demons, and the roots are red.

They are generally powerful, dominating and ruling over secondary demons. The Great Demon itself is also divided into classes, and the higher the level, the stronger the stronger.

And Samira belongs to the demons that mortals are happy with the evil gods and are lucky enough to be blessed and ascended to demons, and their strength varies depending on the blessing of the evil gods and their own strength before they ascend to demons.

For the airborne faction of the Demon Prince, the Great Demon generally looks down on it, and feels that the Demon Prince's bloodline is not pure enough.

However, demons are still respected by the strong, and powerful demons, no matter where their identity comes from, can still be loyal to other weak demons.

Generally speaking, the Demon Princes under the Blessing of Sadism are warriors who have committed terrible deeds and have stood out among many sadomasochistic worshippers.

They have either razed countless empires or annihilated entire civilizations.

Clad in armor made of steel and brass, he commands countless savage warriors who terrorize and torture, and the Chosen One is the most powerful mortal champion warrior under the throne of the Blood God.

The scars crisscrossing their muscles are the best testament to the countless atrocities they have committed throughout their lives.

When they find an opponent worthy of a fight, they will be like a knife blade on the guillotine, bringing their opponent a swift and inevitable death.

Their chests burned with abusive rage, and they were bloodied. Warriors, monsters, kings, and beasts have all become the ghosts of his axes.

He piled up these countless skulls into a tower to sacrifice to his god, the Horror.

Through the continuous slaughter to the genocide as a whole, because of these sacrifices, the terrible instruments of war that the Sadist gave them powerful and violent, the hellish battle axes forged from the furnaces of the Brass Fortresses of the Sadists, and the wild power that wielded them.

Such a powerful favor does not come without a price, and if a lord is shaken in the center of endless bloody wars, this gift will be questioned.

Sadism has never been a patient God, and his cruel judgment is always imminent.

Instead of worshipping the gods through elaborate sacrifices, prayers, and worship, the cultists of the Blood God sacrifice their enemies in bloody and brutal battles.

When war ravages the realms, the power of the blood god will become stronger and stronger.

His followers will seize every opportunity to provoke war, because they know that fear of torture never cares where the blood is spilled and who the death knell is for.

If no enemy appears, these believers will fight against each other.

Therefore, a demon under the command of the Sadist must constantly face the challenges of his own warriors within the Warband, and if he does not show his strength and strength all the time, then his followers will inevitably rebel against him, and at that time, they will be favored by the Sadists.

Once a warrior chooses to believe in the god of blood, he has only two paths, either to eternal glory or to a bloody and violent death.

It was because Shamira knew all this that she was furious about it. The sudden appearance of the Great Demon caused all her own plans to be disrupted, and it was likely to affect her prestige among her subordinates, as well as the loss of the blessing of the Blood God.

She couldn't take it.

"Damn, who did it, the shameless Slaanesh cultist, the vile Tzeentch, or some other chosen one?"

No one told her the answer at the moment, because the world was already in flames of war before you knew it.

Those who survive a glimpse of the Great Demon from afar outside the central palace of the Imperial Capital usually recall the sheer size and wild posture of the real world out of thin air from the magnificent void, and the death roar brought on by a pair of wings that are fully open and can even block out the daylight.

The red skin of the self-proclaimed Great Demon of Ankaha was covered in brass armor, and the smooth armor shimmered with the blood of countless victims.

What they didn't know was that the armor was forged from the Great Demon's body, and then became part of the demon's body, while preserving its sense of self.

Therefore, even the armor of the Great Demon is equally full of anger and thirst for slaughter.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice skull, come out, warriors!"

In the blood-soaked palace, the Great Demon wields an enchanted greataxe in one hand, equally thirsty for blood and killing, and a murderous barbed whip in the other, which can easily strip flesh from the bones of its victims.

These two weapons are wielded with incredible power by the Great Demon, powered by muscles as hard as steel, and commanded by an eternal fury that never lets up or fades.

Then, in the horror of everyone, and under the command of the Great Demon, the army of demonic monsters condensed by magnificent energy in the void continued to pour out, raging in the direction of all living beings.

The first demonic monsters to spring up, they have ruby red skin, a color that pleases their owners.

They have humanoid bodies, beastly faces, long, slender skulls with horns, and pupilless eyes that burn with anger that make people think of wars and deaths.

They are the Warbringers of War known as the Bloodletters, the most numerous of the lower demons under the command of the Sadists, the core force of the vast legions that build the Warlords, the most ferocious warriors in the universe, and in the name of the Blood God, they are no one to be had.

This was followed by bloody figures projected from the Endless Void from one end of the earth's horizon to the other.

The air was filled with their screams, their babes, and their bloody howls. Screams emanated, echoed from the leather-like rough pockets, and gradually shook the clouds.

Their battle flags fluttered in the dim yellow wind that swept past the ranks. The banner has the deepest, darkest crimson, and has only one rune and a simple inheritance oath on it: Blood to the Blood God.

Ankaha was even more fanatical and excited, because it was the Bloodgrinder, the most powerful demonic shock cavalry under his command.

They were ridden by a ferocious bloodletter, a massive beast, a muscular beast covered in brass armor.

It was known as the Torture Steel Cow, which was immensely resilient and incredibly strong, a fusion of brass and beast.

The Steel Ox is much larger than the average mount, resembling a giant rhinoceros, with a thick layer of riveted copper plated on its skin. Its armor is adorned with spikes and terrifying blood-colored symbols.

The Steel Ox is the deadliest of the Blood God's mounts, and is mounted by powerful mortals favored by the Sadist or the murderous Vlebotom.

Normally, it would be a secondary demon who has been approved by the Blood God of Horror to ride the Steel Ox into battle.

The mount and rider combine to form a deadly combination known as the Blood Crusher.

They became heavy cavalry under the Throne of Sadism, crushing and trampling their enemies under their iron hooves.

In order to prove their value to the sadomasochism and improve their status, a bloodletting must go through countless challenges. One of the trials was to go to the hunting wasteland of the dreaded hunting wasteland and tame a steel ox. It was only when he brought the demonic beast back to the horrified Demon Foundry that the bloodletter was considered successful.

If the demon is deemed worthy of the blessing of the Sadist, he is taken to the Sadistic Ranch, where the behemoths swarm through the erupting plains of countless volcanoes, crashing violently into each other.

Their riveted metal shells collided with sparks, and their noses spewed billowing smoke. Sadistic runes carved into their brass and steel armor, molten metal blood flowing through their demonic bodies.

As the livestock of the lord of the skull, the Steel Ox is an extremely aggressive monster that is only subordinate to power. Before they can be demon mounts, demons must outsmart their future mounts, though most of them will be thrown to the ground, stabbed or trampled to death, and then the steel ox will devour their souls.

However, the demons who managed to survive the unruliness of these wild beasts came out of the brass fortress with a truly powerful demon mount.

Under the blurred colored void, the surging psionic energy turned into death warriors, until the last demon riding a steel ox condensed and formed, and a horrific army of demons with a monstrous bloody murderous aura finally appeared in the fantasy world.

"It's a pity, the psionic energy to maintain the subspace channel is a bit low, but I still want to thank you for summoning us."

Ankaha exhaled and inhaled, exuding the smell of sulfur and blood, causing the humanoid in front of him to bow down again.

The Legion of Blood, who is feared of abuse, is born entirely for war, and for them, it doesn't matter where they fight, what matters is whether they fight or not.

However, the environment in which the Sadistic Demon fights determines how well their forces are deployed, and what happens if their physical form is killed.

Entering the mortal realm is no easy task for demons, and there are currently several known ways to cross the barrier between chaos and reality.

The surest of these methods are to go through a corrupted gate, or to capture an uncorrupted gate and desecrate it, so that it opens a path to the realm of apophoria.

However, it is very rare to obtain such gates, which is why many wars are fought to obtain them.

The more common way for demons to enter the Mortal Realm is through corrupted psionics using themselves to summon their demons into the Mortal Realm.

For the most part, though, followers of the Blood God usually praise their gods with killing. The terrifying and bloody ritual will weaken the barrier, allowing the demons of the Blood God to pass through without a hitch.

A particularly impressive slaughter will attract a sadistic gaze, and his gaze will further make his servant manifest in the physical universe.

Some, for example, will eat the hearts of enemies, while the Tomahawk clan tribe will stack their skulls to create a crude totem of sadism.

Once in the real universe, demons will run rampant and will not be able to return to the Chaos Realm, unless they are summoned back by Sadism, they must find a corrupted gate or be killed.

"The First Evolution"

"All for the glory of the Blood God." The humanoid creature said unhurriedly, he raised his head, revealing his blood-colored pupils and face, and he could vaguely see a familiar appearance, which was Marquez, the Count of the Empire.

"Very well, I allow you to bring your men and horses and follow me in the sacrifice for the Lord of Skulls."

And so began a war full of blood, violence, killing, and blood.

"Monster, monster!"

"Something!"

"Run, run!"

"Knights and soldiers, go and inform the defending army!"

From the collapsed palace, there were not only demons taller than the city walls, but also a torrent of red demons.

The bloodletting demon rode the steel bull demon and didn't dodge, directly smashed the walls of the palace, and plunged into the battlefield, slamming various creatures along the line with iron horns.

Huge and strong, brass steel oxen use their size and strength to destroy all the buildings that stand in their way, ramming enemies with their huge sharp horns and leveling entire ranks of mortal warriors with ease.

The faint attack of the common people, which bounced painlessly off the armored flanks of the steel bull and was useless, only further aroused the already aggressive nature of these berserk beasts.

It slammed its limbs against the ground as it charged, spurring it forward with incredible force. With its head tilted, its sharp horns are ready at any moment, and its deadly impact will instantly turn the enemy on their backs and trample them into pulp.

Together, they ran through enemy formations, the Steel Bull pierced through its victims with its brutally razor-sharp horns, and the Vampsandron swung his Hellblade in an evil arc. The strength of the bloodcrushers in the charge was enough to destroy the strongest fronts, and the decapitated corpses were trampled in pools of muddy blood.

When bloodletting fights, it is the mounts, not the knights, who decide where they want to attack. When the steel bull sees the enemy, its blood begins to boil and bursts out at its maximum charging speed. The Blood Thirster simply stood on his mount, killing from high with a killing fervor.

Despite this, the defending army of the empire collapsed in an instant.

They shouted and screamed, and finally cried out in despair, until they were finally beheaded by the horrific demons, and their flesh was devoured by the brass beasts.

For a time, the Imperial City.

Ulla Bianca.

The imperial city of Emperor Moult Saul Augstairs.

The most powerful and prosperous country of human empires in this era is miserable, like purgatory on earth!