Chapter 359 Before the Curtain Call (Part 2)

The Blood Dragon Knights roaming here charged towards the endless green tide just like they did when the empire fell.

But even in the era of the Strigoi Empire, the Blood Dragon Knights led by Abhorash were unable to turn the tide.

Dozens of unknown blood dragons were buried in the big "waagh" and became the spoils of the black orcs.

Even the Strigoi Empire, formed by all the vampire champions and heroes 2,500 years ago, could not contain the Great Waagh, so how could the ghosts lingering in the ruins stand a chance of victory? Today, without the First Vampires guarding the gates for the Strigoi, they could not even escape.

In the evening, the blind prophet returned to Utbad in a hurry, holding the book wrapped in black cloth.

The crowd was still noisy, with the soldiers bidding farewell to each other before going to war and the people discussing the situation in full swing. The vague sound of the horn in the town hall and the thousands of words of the people were not able to distinguish one from the other, and both echoed vaguely in the prophet's ears.

Only he heard the roar from the sky, a roar that seemed to shatter the clouds and suppressed everything, but these mortals heard nothing.

The prophet knew what was going to happen next, he was going to die if he could not avoid the being that was hunting him.

There are tens of thousands of heads here for the Blood God to choose from. The prophet hopes that he is not the one chosen. His curse has not been lifted yet, and he has not seen what the world looks like again.

Tzeentch's treasure that recorded everything was in his arms, but he could see nothing.

Amid the chaotic sounds of the wind, there was a faint gasp, as if a vicious beast that could swallow a thousand miles was devouring the air. The prophet's second sight had already sensed the magical wind being quickly consumed; it was coming.

What to do.

The white crow on the prophet's shoulder lowered its head, like an ordinary bird, and it did not reveal the future to the prophet.

What to do.

But what can we do now?

He had no ability to change the devil's will, all he could do was hide with the help of the crowd.

When encountering a ferocious beast, he only needs to run faster than his companions.

The people of the empire were wandering ignorantly in the streets, lovers were still kissing passionately, and fathers and sons were still giving each other endless instructions.

The naughty children were unaware of the fate they were about to endure, and the blind old man was almost tripped in the street by a caring person.

He no longer had time to pay attention to the eyes around him, nor did he care about the teasing of the dying people.

The prophet's heart was trembling to a certain beat, responding to the call of another world with a regular rhythm and awe. He was not the only one who had an abnormality. Some relatively perceptive mortals also stopped what they were doing. They looked confused, like lambs who were unaware that death was coming.

Gradually, the heartbeats merged into one, and everyone's heartbeat rose and fell with a certain rhythm. Even the most hurried pedestrians stopped on the street, spreading their voices of doubt to the crowd.

What to do.

The old man bit his lips tightly, then relaxed weakly and cowardly. He could do nothing.

His heart leapt—the drums of war were beating upon the city.

The dull drumbeats echoed endlessly above the sky, and the prophet's violently beating heart almost killed him.

It's coming.

Before humanity's fear had time to spread, the horn of slaughter was sounded in another world.

The prophet could already feel the sharpness of the slaughter. He saw the sharpness, which was the sharpness of the bloodthirsty battle axe.

The faint sound of breathing gradually solidified, swallowing up the fear in the entire city.

At the same moment, a meteor streaked across the dusk, and the fire of destruction, carrying a demigod from another world, struck straight towards the city of Utbad.

The fire ignited by anger burned fiercely amid the drumbeats that resounded through the sky, and in an instant it touched the ground.

The prophet was nearly thrown into the sky by the ground. If he had not been prepared, his legs would have been broken in the collision.

The last screams of countless creatures disappeared in the earth-shaking collision, and the strong wind directly knocked the old man several meters away.

He had chosen an area farthest from collision.

He seemed unable to get up.

The mud filled his lips, and the buzzing tinnitus made it impossible for him to judge the situation in the city, but his second vision had already brought him the result of the first collision - the west city of Utbad was gone.

A huge, arrogant bloodthirsty creature stands above the ruins, like a mountain, and now this sleeping mountain has been awakened by the death of mankind.

The breath of madness and death washed over the prophet's mind again and again. A message about turmoil was brought by this messenger of war, and the sign of destruction was on it.

The chains bound the broken wings of "Exile" Skarbrand, but they could not restrain the beast's desire to kill.

Its bat wings were broken in a forgotten time, and its rage reached its peak as its wings were broken and its strength was lost.

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The hideous beast face torn by Khorne cast its scarlet eyes at all living creatures in its sight. The exposed skull, topped with the horns broken by the true God, spread hatred and anger towards irrelevant mortals.

"Skull for the Skull Seat!"

Blood enveloped the entire city in an instant.

It has been dominated by the war, and now it is just a ferocious beast that cannot communicate. With its sanity burned out by the Blood God, it uses the remaining remnants of the Great Demon to the extreme.

This may be the purpose of the true god, to make a mortal who offends Him die trembling in front of the demigod who can only be defeated by brute force.

Of course, the Blood God Khorne never cared where the blood flowing to Him came from, and this was the old man's opportunity.

As the prophet had predicted, the wild beasts were attracted by the wailing of the sheep and spread the killing to the people.

Everything is going as planned.

In the highest heaven, in the blood-red world.

The bloodthirsty demon soaked in blood stood on the pile of corpses of demons. After the voices of millions of challenges disappeared, the champion of Slaanesh no longer dared to step out of the palace of the true God.

The Crystal Maze has long been as quiet as a cemetery, and no one has ever walked out of the Garden of Nurgle.

There is no doubt that Angras is the champion of the Chaos Realm.

But no matter how glorious the victory was, it could not obscure the fact that it was a replacement, even if it was far superior to the pathetic betrayer of Skarbrand, and was now just a shell.

It was a shame that Angrath was not the first great daemon of the Blood God, but he would never be able to prove himself, and he would never have the chance to kill Skarbrand.

The Blood God's lust for blood is endless, and His most outstanding hounds are indispensable. He is always hungry, and His champions must continue to kill forever.

The two champions of heaven and earth must never meet, this is the oracle.

Even in the mortal sacrifice ceremony, the symbols of the two great demons had to be carefully divided to the ends of the earth.

(End of this chapter)