The mountain of flesh and blood, formed by the accumulation of countless Tzeentch demon corpses, towered into the sky, presenting a strange atmosphere that was incompatible with the poisonous mist that diffused throughout Tzeentch's Demon Domain.

The countless Tzeentch demons who have been resurrected are reluctantly joining the demon army again, and Elaine, who is fighting frantically in the demon wave, is tirelessly slaughtering many demons-

The [Silencer] thought engine, which had been peeking at Elaine in the shadows, had long been speechless.

At first, it had thought that the human creature would be easily torn apart by the strange creatures of the subspace as the Stone People it knew so well—even if Elaine had shown more strength than it had expected at the beginning.

Because it is deeply aware that there is a corresponding [limit] for life in any physical universe, the wear and tear of equipment, the consumption of endurance, and the wear and tear of will.

But, obviously...

The [limit] of the human creation that enjoyed the killing seemed to be bottomless.

Yes, in its data readings, Elaine's armor is slowly wearing away and the sharpness of her weapons is decreasing, but her combat efficiency is not being dragged down by the gradual wear and tear of armor and weapons, but is constantly improving.

It had no idea what power Elaine had within her, or how she had been able to slay almost every demon in the countless armies of demons back and forth several times, and yet still continue to wreak havoc like a storm on the battlefield without tirelessness.

The Silent found themselves seemingly derailed from the world for far too long—psionic abilities, which were still extremely dangerous energies in the Age of Dark Tech, were a means of countering the fearsome warrior, and could even force wizards to be forced to fight them in close combat.

It was even glad that her existence as the link between Tzeentch and the physical universe had not been discovered by her... Otherwise, you may also be caught in that terrible fight.

Yes, after being transformed into a subspace creature by Carlos, the Silencer became an anchor point on the planet of the subspace - like most psykers in the Lost Worlds who are used by demons as portals, but unlike those who are weak, the Silencers still have a corresponding value as an ancient thought engine.

As a node in the web of endless intrigue of the Lord of Change, or one of many Tzeentch demons, it has been awakened by the Tzeentch Courier to sacrifice the sleeping sapient life souls of the entire Iron Man City-State to elevate its existence to a subdimensional lifeform.

Of course, it wasn't the intention.

Ancient Esoteric Buddhism still controls the Cipher that manipulates the engine of thought.

So, when it was given a series of commands by the Tzeentch's messenger that even it could not crack temporarily, the sleeping sapient sapient compatriots of the entire Iron Man city-state were sacrificed.

And it, can do nothing.

Crushing all wills and souls in endless despair is also one of the tragic fates that most life has ushered in after coming into contact with subspace.

……

……

In the High Heavens, the killing continues endlessly.

The terrifying shadow perched atop the throne of the skull was enjoying this rare sight with satisfaction.

Even his cold gaze, which was constantly examining the endless wars, conflicts, killings, and violence taking place in the entire universe, couldn't help but be drawn to the bloody battlefield in the Tzeentch Demon Domain.

The untold wrath gathered through the frenzied slaughter crushes the cunning and sorcery of all psykers with ruthless courage.

Needless to say, he was pleased with this.

Not only because this feat of one enemy appeared in the territory of the nasty sophist, but also because the initiator of this terrible slaughter was a brave man who had left a scar on him, and a precious object that was about to be captured by the power of the blood god in fate.

The mound of corpses, the vast river of blood that spread and overflowed, the sight so suited to his taste was spreading in the mist-filled realm, the truth that had been obscured by lies was being revealed under the roaring chainsaw axe, and the boring sorcery of stubborn resistance was being destroyed by the terrible power of the destroyer.

What a spectacle, what a spectacle...

He even recalled the pain of the scar, and even though it was no different from a moment for thousands of years, the pleasure contained in it never dissipated.

The Blood God never needs the flattery and devotion of the weak, all He desires is the blood of the strong.

Any courage to defy the strong and replace them will be rewarded with terror.

In the nearly countless epochs of past and future blending, Terrorist has never faced any bloody war, and even Scarbrand, whom he once loved the most, had the courage to launch a shameless sneak attack driven by Tzeentch's demagoguery.

Boredom and boring, even though his vision spans the entire galaxy of battles and wars all the time, he has never been able to find any brave man who dares to challenge the [Strongest].

Any massive being that fights against Him is acting for some dirty and lowly goal, and the blood god has long been irritated by the tedious chess game that has not yet fallen for thousands of years.

He longs for the boundless war that will make the galaxy completely boiling, and with brutal slaughter to weed out all the cowardly and pathetic beings, until the strongest of all races, all lives, and all concepts are truly born.

And the Lord of the Skull, which represents the symbol of strength, force, and killing, is undoubtedly the final step on this path of death.

Fear is always looking forward to this moment.

He peered into all stories that ended in brutality and courage, rewarding with supreme power and gift to anyone who is capable of stepping into these trials.

Even if they all end up at the end of the killing, that's fine. This symbolizes that there is another, more qualified trialist who has taken over their path-

So, under the power of the blood god, the cruel battles in the entire galaxy are in full view.

In the eyes of the world, He longs for blood all the time, the blood of the strong, the skull of the brave, the soul of the dead.

But all the stairs of corpses that can please the sadistic will eventually usher in the final test on the throne of skulls.

Yes, the blood of the strong who can please the most sadistic must be taken from the blood god himself, the only and eternal strongest being in the subspace, the embodiment of killing and war, and the indelible eternal god.

Only by stepping through His corpse and skull could the One who remained only in the desire of the Blood God ascend to the throne of skulls forged by all blood.

And now, his blood has been slowly flowing in the scar, and the real pain is also stimulating the hunger, thirst and war spirit that have been silent for eons of time.

The highest sacrifice has been offered.

The grand flames of war were also ignited.

And the challenger of his choice now has to offer himself a sacrifice that is even more satisfying to himself.

Even Tzeentch's irritating murmur was much more pleasing to the ear at this moment.

……

To be honest, I've almost forgotten why I wrote Iron Man in the first place.

I guess I want to write something about the Iron Man Rebellion, but two months have passed, and even the ideas are a little weak... So let's end it with the Warhammer tragedy first, and then make up for it if there is a chance, and return to the main story first.

(End of chapter)