Hades just wants to kill now.

Other than that, he couldn't think much anymore.

He doesn't need to think too much either.

Kill everything that moves, and the war is over.

Let death envelop all this.

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Above Cadia, Carlos the Lifeweaver screamed, Tzeentch swung his scepter, and the mist of the entire planet stirred with its swing, and rolling psionic lightning crackled, striking away the silvery raindrops that were falling violently into the earth.

"What's going on?!"

Carlos screamed, the spikes around its waist glowing blue, its heads looking into the distance, the figure lingering in the air, the space around him taking on an eerie twist.

"He shouldn't be like this?! How much did he devour?!! ”

"I thought he would be like this! Truly!! ”

Carlos looked at the Godforsaken, and he ...... He was nothing more than what Carlos had seen at the beginning, and it was enough to make Tzeentch the devil call him "weird!!

Above mid-air, beings named "Hades", no, "Hades" or "Void Dragon Fragments" were staring at Vashtor, and no one could connect this existence at this moment with Hades before.

Hades was silent, feeling the power he had gained—or rather, the power he had unleashed, the power that had been imprisoned by his weak body.

Even if the cost will be withering.

In a short moment, Hades began to wonder how much the emperor had sealed.

At this moment, liquid gold was his blood, radio waves were his thoughts, and the silver-white scythe reflected a flash of light that could distort space, and the arc of electricity rose violently, rushing above the earth.

It was like the coldest and shining silver mask in the world over his face, and the only gap was the scarlet left eye, which was pale and pale without sorrow or joy.

A pitch-black full moon rose from behind his head, a deep black cloak of tulle fluttering behind silver-white armor, and liquid gold climbed the scythe, gilding it with a frosty edge.

Above Cartier, the burden of sustaining the entire physical world is squeezing Hades.

Hades lowered his eyes, and he saw those beings that were still clearly visible in the silver-white rain, the labyrinth was weaving a new destiny, the blood was burning with the fire of war, a corner of the garden was still growing, and the graceful dance in the palace was singing and dancing.

The High Heavens were pouring their power into the war zone, and the demon army entered from the countless torn chasms of the battlefield, and they were piled up on the plains and trampled over the corpses of the people on the land.

Hades stared at them calmly—

Carlos shouted, and the Great Demon raised his scepter violently, and the mist surged upward, and the next moment, a thunderbolt struck down, with ten thousand angry intentions, but finally dissipated into the mist.

Seeing that the arc didn't work, the being slowly raised the scythe, and Carlos could feel the maniacal gaze sweeping over it as the guy decided which one to pick first!

He's even choosing?!

Even the great demons of Tzeentch felt a strange sense of contempt at this moment, but the four great demons surrounding Hades were indeed scattered above their respective thrones.

And until the last moment, they can't come forward together.

Carlos, Scarbrand, Charasie, and Kugas, the four favored by the gods, are themselves entangled.

As if stimulated by Tzeentch's psionic energy, Vashtor beside Carlos let out a roar of steam, and in order to avoid the torrential rain, the Lord of the Hearth temporarily resided in the Tzeentch Demon Domain, and at this moment, the silvery light on Vashtor's neck seemed to be getting brighter and brighter—

Measure's gaze struck again like a thorn, but with all the hatred and anger, this time Hades chose his target directly,

Carlos let out a short cry of annoyance, and he began to regret letting the Lord of the Hearth stay, and under the gaze of Chaos, Tzeentch's chief archdemon was not afraid of attacks from Godforsaken, but it should not be the first one!

However, with the posture of the God Forsaken, the next moment, a scarlet figure rushed forward-

"Blood sacrifices to the god of blood, and the skull is sacrificed to the !! of the skull"

Scarbrand roared with the glory of the Blood God, and a loud bang rang out as its wings, which had been bound by layers of chains, snapped apart.

The scorching demonic blood sprayed on the earth, and the drops of blood that met with liquid gold hissed, and the blood god descended on his glory at this moment, and the flames of war and gunpowder instantly began to press in the direction of the godcaster.

Scarbrand felt the rage of rage, it felt the wind on its wings, the demon's hooves slammed into the ground, and the Great Golem soared like a cannonball and raised its tomahawk towards the Forsaken!

"Fight with me, !!"

Scarbrand knew that this time, it would fight this little human one! It won't be going to leave again!

Carlos sneered, and the Lifeweaver seized the opportunity in an instant, a thunderbolt lit up in its scepter, and while the Forsaken's gaze remained in the Tzeentch Demon Domain, a blue lightning bolt with a deadly light stabbed at the Forsaken.

Thorn !!

The extremely long, curved scythe blocked the lightning, but the next moment, the Bloodthirsty Archdemon's body slammed into the Forsaken, and with a massive impact, it rushed into the sky with the Forsaken, and the tomahawk slashed forward.

Scarbrand greeted the bloody battle that was about to take place in ecstasy, expecting a real fight and then wringing off the heads of his enemies under the gaze of the blood god!

However, in an instant, the refreshing touch on the tomahawk did not come, and Scarbrand glared at the cold mask of the Forsaken at its right hand—

？！

Originally, the part of the arm burst open, but in the middle of the blood mist, there was an empty spherical hole!

There's nothing in there!

In an instant, the Bloodfiend from the Sadistic Sect saw what space warp was.

With only a battle left in his brain, Scarbrand's mind went blank for a moment, but it didn't hesitate to pull out its left arm, which held the tomahawk, again.

Resisted by Scarbrand, who was moving at high speed, the God Forsaken who was rushing towards the sky was staring down at the bloodthirsty maniac, there was no sadness or joy on his silver mask, the God Forsaken turned his head slightly, and the next moment, a burst of blood mist erupted from Scarbrand's left.

Silver blood flowed from under the mask of the Godforsaken, adding a touch of compassion to his expression. This expression made the Blood Fiend furious, and his opponent did not respect the fight with it.

But at the same time, they began to tremble, and the dark space showed the wrath of the Godforsaken.

Scarbrand felt his hands suddenly blacken, but the next moment, the spurting power of the blood god filled it with strength again, and the strong blood-colored muscles twisted and grew, and Scarbrand's arms grew again.

The blood god roared and pointed at its servants, and Scarbrand waved his wings in an instant, and a huge sonic boom exploded, and the figure kicked by Scarbrand to the ground was rapidly falling.

Scarbrand stayed in the air, it was about to dive down, but the boiling blood made it take an abrupt step forward—

Bang!!!

"Ahh!!h

A huge mist of blood bloomed in the air, and after a brief moment of distraction, Scarbrand realized that he was also falling towards the earth, and his wings, which were just ready to fly, disappeared with most of the demon's back!

And from Scarbrand's rush to the time it lost its wings and landed, it was only a few breaths.

Carlos's stunned pupils reflected the falling figure of the Blood Demon, and the Weaver could see it clearly, if it weren't for the Fear of Abuse, Scarbrand would have all turned into a blood mist—

Reduced to nothing in the physical realm of the Star God!

Carlos didn't know if he should laugh at Scarbrand, and his lack of ability to think made the bloodfiend not know what he was facing!

And that's why they're standing here, they need to ...... At the very least, the Forsaken's physical domain needs to be suppressed to the point where it doesn't affect the final ritual.

As Kalas recited the incantation, a sighing gasp was heard from the other side of the lush garden, and Kugas waved his stubby arm, panting as he poured the potion from the cauldron in the direction of the Forsaken.

"Don't be stunned! All to help! ”

Kugas shouted, but the next moment, in the smoke of gunpowder from the place where the Forsaken fell, a hand slowly raised—

Father Plague screamed, and he jerked the cauldron and lunged backwards, the trailing intestines behind it leaving it forever after a spatial warp, but at least, it saved itself, and the Father's Cauldron.

The potion that Kugas poured out spilled hissed rushed like a living snake towards the outcasts, it was a potion for the outcasts, and only the Father knew what they were up against!

Thus, the Father found a tidal wave on the original Barbaros that could hurt the outcasts.

Decaying green water rushed towards the figure slowly standing up in the smoke, and the silver teardrops that each drop of the decoction touched turned black and yellow into a black and yellow burnt color in the hissing sound, and as it got closer, Kugas felt himself holding his breath.

At the same time, Scarbrand, whose flesh had regrown, roared and rushed into the smoke of gunfire.

Scarbrand, hold him off!

Kugas couldn't help but cry out in his heart, and having drunk the potion of his father, it believed that this potion would give out its true strength, and it stared nervously at the end, the juice trembling among the fat flesh with its breath -

An almost imperceptible arc of electricity lit up next to the plague father.

Nurgle's burst of soup appeared with the tip of the scythe protruding from space.

The blade broke through the wind, and the blade that Kugas had used to resist came to a halt in the air with half of its body cut off.

The Godcaster who stepped out of the dark rift appeared in the air from half a body above the Plague Father, and his other hand was raised high, and in the slowing time, Kugas, who was slowly falling backwards, caught a glimpse of the electric dragon screaming and rushing down in the sky from the gap between the Godcaster's fingers.

The pale green light from above hit the face of the forsaken, reflecting the expressionless and terrifying mask.

After briefly regretting why it wasn't Father Rain who had come at this moment, Kugas poured the potion in his arms into the Forsaken with all his might, knowing that Father would let it die.

The sound of the decoction hissing and corroding metal sounded.

If it weren't for Charasi's whip coming out from behind the Forsaken in time, grabbing his outstretched hand and pulling it back, Kugas might never have seen the next season of flowers in the garden.

For a brief moment, the Champion of Slaanesh's Champion possessed absolute explosiveness, and the heavy Godforsaken staggered backwards, but then the Godforsaken pulled forward, and the sound of the long whip cracking rang out.

The Forsaken turned to deal with Sharasi, but at the last moment, the scythe slammed forward, and the glowing emerald metal of the star god metal touched the corner of the cauldron, and Kugas heard a small cracking sound that broke its heart.

The space twisted again, but unlike the previous ones, no flesh was spilled, and the hunting queen Charasie deftly dodged each attack, and the Godforsaken was nothing more than a slow-moving creature in its eyes.

"Let's have fun! My dear! ”

Charasi shouted excitedly, the Prince of Darkness was watching his darlings, they should have met the star of the physical world for a while!

Charasy feverishly felt the space explode around it, and the thought that these twisted circles of space would be enough to erase it forever made the Queen of the Hunt feel a frenzy of terrification, feeling the space that outlined its form, the subtle sound of the wind telling it where to attack next.

It danced with the Forsaken like a rap double veneer dance, even though its other half was cold and boring, and the cold masquerade had no temperature, and Charasy thought that there should be some blood on it, preferably Motarian's, but unfortunately Nurgle wouldn't allow it.

The spear stabbed towards the Forsaken, but the upheaving silver metal prevented most attacks from piercing the opposing armor, and the arc lit up violently, and the Scythe of the Forsaken was wrapped around it with a burning sting in his eyes at a glance.

Charasie laughed as it waited for his ridiculous attack, even deliberately closing the distance between them - they both knew that the scythe was not suitable for short-range attacks.

At the same time, it stabbed its dagger at the Forsaken.

Sure enough, having lost most of his sanity and remaining instinctual, the Godforsaken tried to retreat and pull the distance, and after moving away from an unsatisfactory position, the scythe slashed at Charasie!

"Hahahaha! You-"

The Hunting Queen's words came to an abrupt end, a huge cold hand clutching its throat, the scythe that had been slashed out of the air in mid-air, and the real attack of the Godforsaken was the hand that stretched out directly!

Charassi was lifted, feet off the ground, struggling to open the sturdy prison, but the Forsaken's hand seemed to possess absolute power, and its throat had shrunk to an incredible degree in the palm of its hand.

Flesh and blood squeezed out of its seven orifices, green lightning burst from all around it, burning and stinging its body, without a trace of pleasure, and its buzzing ears heard the sound of the wind—it was spatial distortion!

Xarasi screamed.

But its sound was drowned out in a bubbling fountain of blood.

Bang!!!

A treacherous blue light flashed, and the Forsaken turned his head, he lowered his empty hand, and the Slaanesh Keeper collapsed to the ground, his gasping body behind him, accompanied by Carlos, who had just finished chanting the incantation.

The Lifeweaver looked embarrassed, and only it knew how much effort it had made to fight against the Black Domain that suppressed the Forsaken.

The Forsaken turned his head again, and on the other side of the battlefield, blood spewed out from the mouth of the slowly expanding blood demon, the scarlet blood light lit up, and the mighty power swelled in its body, and Scarbrand's body even shattered under the infusion of the mighty power.

After determining the strength of the Godforsaken, the true god has come to an end.

Then, beam after beam of supreme heavenly light lit up from the battlefield.

Hades raised his scythe again.

"Die."

Beneath the mask, the most commonly used words on Barbaros sounded.

All right!

(End of chapter)