In the ever-changing sea of souls, the chaotic currents have no fixed direction, and this pure energy dimension filled with the emotions of intelligent beings has no stability or regularity.

But in general, the realm of the subspace is still roughly divided into blocks of mastered lands by beings called gods, namely:

The Father's Domain, the Garden of Nurgle, and the Black Demon Pavilion are hidden among the decaying shrubs and foliage, and the Mother Goddess of the Spirit Race is imprisoned inside.

Crystal forests, Tzeentki's labyrinth, rivers of gold flow through this labyrinth of 999 outlets, and the bizarre reflections are filled with pure mathematical geometry.

A twisted ring, a wasteland of desolation, the Hall of Joy sits right in the middle of the 6-story ring, where the Prince of Pleasure stays mad day and night.

In addition, there are the network nodes scorched by the dark sun, the chaotic and indivisive realms dominated by the chaotic currents, and the dead nothingness completely drained by the Void Void, and more seawater flowing here from the rest of the sea of souls every moment......

However, none of the above is the focus of Russell's attention, and he came to Cadia to physically approach the Eye of Fear, the largest subspace rift in the physical universe, in order to monitor the realm of terror.

Russell stood on the balcony of Lord Primus' private fortress with a cup of hot milk tea in his hand, looking up at the sky, and the purple starry sky reflected in his eyes.

Thin ripples of psionic energy swirled through Russell's pupils, and with a subspace observation far superior to that of any navigator, his gaze passed through the Eye of Fear, scanning the tide of chaos that was rushing in the Sea of Souls.

Then he saw it.

The crimson earth was a river of hot brass that meandered through the mountains of bones, and the cloud-covered sky was stained with blood, and emotions called anger were swirling.

The brass fortress stands in the middle of the crimson scorched earth, a sadistic realm where countless warriors and vactiles born of anger and murderous intent fight, die, resurrect, and fight in purgatory...... Fight valiantly, and give Him more blood and more skulls.

The god of blood and skulls perched high on a brass throne, overlooking the never-ending slaughter and war of the crimson earth, his eternal rage.

But just as Nurgle's garden is more than a garden, the battlefield of blood and fire is not the whole realm of terror, and at the upper end of the crimson land, upstream of the Brass River, you can see patches of billowing smoke from rune factories, mines, and breeding farms.

It was a place where armor and tomahawks were produced for the apocalyptic warriors, and wizards and psykers captured by the Blood God followers were chained and imprisoned in the rune factories to work day after day.

Yes, there is even a place for his most hated mages, wizards, in the realm of sadism.

"Huh? There are mages and wizards in the realm of abusism? A delicate girl with long silver hair came to Russell's side, and by sharing his vision, Grey Wind also got a glimpse of the scene in the realm of terror.

Gray Wind was puzzled: "Isn't Fear and Torture the most appreciative of the heroic warriors who fight the enemy and cut off their heads?" I remember you said before that Tzeentch hates Tzeentch's tricks and tricks, and he doesn't like wizards and the like? ”

Why is there a group of psionic mages in the realm of dreadology? Shouldn't they all be killed according to His style?

"It's not enough to kill them all, fear and abuse are just appreciating dignified duels, not disliking intrigue and trickery, not rejecting psionic spells themselves." Russell took a sip of hot milk tea and said:

"Victory is also a victory in which you cut off the heads of your enemies with a powerful broadsword with a million horses attached to it, and the Torture will appreciate your bravery. But if you use magic to turn your enemy into a piglet, it will be a desecration of the warrior's dignity in the eyes of the abusive, and he will send a dog to bite you. ”

As he spoke, Russell pointed to the three-headed vicious dog that was obediently lying on the edge of the brass throne, and said, "That dog is called the Flesh Hound, and legend has it that the loyal dog of the Blood God will hunt down every coward and opportunist forever. ”

"You're also opportunistic, aren't you?" Gray Wind said as he stared at the corners of Russell's mouth.

"But I'm afraid of abuse, I don't dare to let the dog bite me." Russell smiled, a milky white stain on the corner of his mouth.

Gray Wind stood on tiptoe and approached Russell, stretched out a slippery and soft delicate tongue to lick a drop of milk tea from the corner of his mouth, smacked his lips and asked, "What are you going to do when you imprison a group of psionic mages and wizards in your own realm?" ”

Russell looked around, there was no one else, and said, "Make gear." ”

"Sadomasochism hates witchcraft and magic, but in this universe, witchcraft and magic are objectively existing and unavoidable, so Sadomasochism will give armor and weapons with war runes and sadistic blessings to the warriors they admire, these weapons and equipment often have great strength, high spell resistance, and some special blessings can even make the wearer immune to certain types of magic...... These pieces of equipment are all produced from the Rune Factories in the Realm of Sadism. ”

Sadistic believers and demons under the command of the Blood God will capture psionics and wizards, and send them to the Blood God's realm to craft armor and weapons of various effects for the Blood God's warriors.

Russell took another sip of the milk tea in the cup, and continued, "See that collar around the neck of the flesh hound?" Each Flesh Hound wears a collar with the Blessing of the Blood God, which makes them immune to most spell effects, so sometimes some brave warriors will also put a trophy dog collar on themselves after killing the Flesh Hound......"

Grey Wind rolled his eyes in disgust.

"But the rune factories aren't working right now, are they?" Grey Wind continued, "You see, the upper reaches of the Brass River have been cut off, and the black smoke coming out of the factory is thin, and it doesn't look like they're working overtime to build armor for berserkers across the galaxy. ”

"Because fear and abuse can no longer completely dominate 'war'." Russell raised his head and drank the milk tea in the cup completely, and said, "I'll teach you a word, Gray Wind." ”

Gray Wind hurriedly cheered up and listened carefully.

"The army is a dog, tethered to a chain called a supply line."

Russell gently placed the empty cup in the soft palm of Gray Wind's palm, and said, "Logistics and supply are the most important component of a war, and now that the power of war has been shattered, and the Horriver has lost control of the Rune Factory, he can no longer enslave mages and psionics to produce all kinds of powerful enchanted equipment for his warriors." ”

Gray Wind lowered his head and licked the wet wall of the cup, and looked at Russell's side face with moist eyes: "Then who is in the hands of the broken authority that is now related to the logistics of the war?" ”

"Lord of War – Robert Killiman."

(End of chapter)