About half an hour later, the Gray Prophets, who had gone to retrieve the Dimension Stones, returned to the ritual site. What they saw made them tremble in fear.
All the rats were dead! All of them! All the rats had dieted!
But that was not the end. In the center of the ritual site, where the Dimension Stones and the Horned Rat's holy emblem were piled up, it had turned into a boiling pool of blood.
The terrifying pool of blood was bubbling and emitting a terrifying aura. The blood bubbled and bubbled, and steam came out in spirals as if something was heating it underground. The corpses and blood of the dead Gray Prophet and the Plague Monks were being sucked into the blood pool.
Something terrifying was about to come out!
Before they could scream or escape, the Gray Prophet and the Plague Monks found themselves being sucked into the blood pool. The rats panicked and screamed as they tried to escape, but it was too late.
A pillar of blood shot into the sky, and a pitch-black shadow emerged from the scarlet blood pool. It rose from the pool, and it was about seven to eight meters tall. It had huge horns, a twisted face, sharp teeth dripping with blood, muscles bulging with veins, and a pair of huge wings that were severely damaged. The entire hall trembled in front of the Bloodthirsty. Even the Dimension Stone Illumination Device was shaking, and the green light was suppressed by the red light.
In an instant, Gray Prophet and the Plague Monks lost the ability to resist. They were so frightened that they couldn't move. The breath of the Khoroge that was filled with the smell of sulfur and blood, as well as its bloodthirsty and unparalleled power, struck fear into the hearts of all the scoundrels.
"Si … Skarbrand! No! This shouldn't be … shouldn't be what we summoned! Nono! "the Gray Prophet cried in despair." Horned Rat, protect me! "
The Khorne in front of them was called Skarbrand, the Eternal Exile. It was once the strongest demon under the Khorne, the greatest champion of the Blood God. It had killed millions of lives, left behind countless worlds that it had ravaged, and even destroyed the territories of other evil gods. It had once charged into the territory of perversion and defeated several great demons in a row, eventually leading to the defeat of the Prince of Pleasure. It had personally torn apart several worlds, bringing destruction to them, and turned countless mortal kingdoms into seas of fire and slaughterhouses.
Its power was obvious to all. The Khorne had once regarded it as his most trusted and capable subordinate, and had bestowed it with unparalleled glory.
However, Skarbrand's power eventually attracted the fear of other evil gods. Tzeentch, the Lord of Fate, realized that the Realm of Chaos would not allow such a powerful being to exist. Thus, Tzeentch began his own scheme. He kept taunting the strongest demon under the Khorne through illusions and whispers, inciting its anger and causing it to lose its mind. Skarbrand, who was already easily angered, fell for the trick. When its rage swelled to its limit, Skarbrand finally made a terrifying move. It wanted to kill the Khorne and become the new Blood God.
With the Khorne's trust, Skarbrand finally raised its brass battle axe at the Blood God when the Khorne was looking elsewhere and was not paying attention. In the subspace, Skarbrand's full-powered attack could cut open an entire world, but even so, it only succeeded in opening a small crack in the Khorne's armor.
The enraged Khorne in turn grabbed Skarbrand by the neck. The Khorne stripped Skarbrand of all its rationality and ability to think, leaving only the most primitive rage and desire for slaughter. Then, the Blood God dragged Skarbrand to the top of its brass fortress, grabbed the demon, lifted it up, and threw it out.
Skarbrand flew in the air for eight days and nights. The demon crashed into a mountain, turning it into a canyon. Its wings were also damaged. However, Skarbrand did not die. Instead, it became even stronger after losing its mind. From that day onwards, the Khorne became an eternal exile. It no longer had any intelligence or ability to think. It only knew how to use the name of Khorne to guide its actions through its primitive rage and desire for blood, hunting heads and creating a sea of blood.
"Uwaaaah! Kill! Die! Kill! " The enraged Khorne sent the heads of five Gray Prophets flying into the sky with a swing of its axe. It roared, and the entire underground mine hall trembled in its rage. Then, it spread its broken wings and charged out of the ritual site, slaughtering everything in sight.
The Skarvin ratmen of the Morse clan fled in panic. The entire mine hall was filled with rats running for their lives. In just a few minutes, hundreds of slave rats were killed by Skarbrand's brass battle axe.
"Slash! Kill! " Skarbrand continued his rage. The Khorasan archdemon could only instinctively sense that its body was extremely unstable in the mortal realm. It could barely maintain its physical form, its figure flickering in and out of existence. Its axe could sometimes cleave the scoundrels into halves, while other times it could not hurt them at all. That enraged it even more, and without thinking, it charged straight for the lair of the Morse clan with a thunderous roar and a terrifying impact.
Along the way, there was endless destruction and surging rivers of blood. As Scarbrand continued his massacre, this terrifying great demon slaughtered his way from the fifth floor of the Eight Peaks Mountain Central Fortress to the third floor. After slaughtering a large group of goblins from the third floor to the second floor, Scarbrand suddenly saw a shining array of light in the subspace. So, he turned back to the fifth floor. Under his endless rage was an endless thirst for slaughter. He destroyed all the Skaven's nests along the way, as well as everything with tails and fur.
Thousands of Skarvin ratmen and goblins died under Skarbrand's brass battle axe.
At this moment, the Skarvin Morse clan finally reacted. Under the leadership of Headhunter Quake, the Morse clan's army finally regrouped and formed a strong resistance. They quickly used their weapons to deal with the Khorne. The remaining squads of Dimensional Stone Rats, Terlin Machine Gun Squad, and Dimensional Stone Spitfire Rats formed a defensive line and launched a fierce attack on Skarbrand at almost the same time!
The Dimensional Stone Rats, Terrin's squad, spun their bearings with all their might. The Revolving Cannon unleashed terrifying firepower, while the Poison Throwing Rat Squad continuously threw their poison gas bombs at Scarbrand. Hundreds of clan rats stood side by side, raising their shields and trying to block the Great Demon with their rat arms!
But today, the Skarvin ratmen were not facing mortals, but the former greatest demon under the Khorne, the current Eternal Exile. These powerful weapons were useless against Skarbrand.
No, they were more or less useful. Even in its fury, Skarbrand clearly sensed that the subspace tide that summoned it was fading rapidly. The insignificant tricks of the rats had more or less delayed the Chaos Demon's assault.
Thus, the Khorne responded to its anger with an even greater fury. It turned into a blood-red firestorm, its roar causing the entire hall to tremble. Anyone who heard its roar could not escape the influence of its bloodlust. It braved the terrible firepower of the ratlings and the burning of the dimensional stone flames, charging into the heart of the Mosh Clan's camp. Its brass axe swept up and down twice, chopping the pitiful ratlings and their insignificant dimensional stone machines into smithereens.
The Mosh Clan's defense line immediately collapsed. All the rats scrambled to escape, but they soon became spoils of war under Skarbrand's brass axe. The Khorne finally felt a trace of joy when its heads fell to the ground and blood flowed. It paused for a moment as if it was enjoying the moment.
But in the next second, its thoughts were dominated by greater fury.
"Not enough! Not enough! Kill! Kill everything! "
At the critical moment, Headhunter Quake finally appeared with his elite Storm Rat army. Quake did not know why Skarbrand, the God of Slaughter, would appear here, but its appearance still made Quake fearful.
Why is Skarbrand here?!
Even someone as ferocious as Headhunter Quake immediately thought of fleeing. But the Skaven Warlord soon discovered a shocking truth.
Skarbrand did not seem to be that powerful?
The Great Demon Khorasan tried to continue displaying its power in the name of Khorasan, but its body was becoming unstable. Its roars were intermittent, and the tide of Chaos energy could only provide it with energy for a short period of time. Now, the energy was fading.
The Great Demon's power was getting weaker and weaker! Headhunter Quake laughed coldly.
All along, the Right Claw of the Mosh Clan had a dream in the depths of its heart.
How could a mere title of Skaven Warlord, a mere title of Right Claw be enough to satisfy Headhunter Quake's endless ambitions? What it really wanted was to be the Warlord of the Skaven Ratmen. Its goal was the seat of the Council of Thirteen in the abandoned city of Skaven Ratmen.
If it could kill the Khorne here and banish it to the mortal world, then how could it, who had displayed such terrifying power, submit to Sect Master Gnoll?
At this thought, Headhunter Quake picked up his warblade, Dwarven Slaughterer. The Storm Rats under its command had long been influenced by Skarbrand, becoming furious and aggressive. Driven by the glory of killing the Khorne, Quake finally decided to pick up his warblade and led the Storm Rats to charge at Skarbrand.
Skarbrand could only respond to Quake's attack with fury.
The Skaven Warlord's warblade clashed with the Khorne's axe, the first blow causing the entire underworld to tremble.
Quake brandished the weapons in his hands so quickly that the onlookers could only see a blurry shadow. But Scarbrand's strength was so great that after just a few moves, Quake could only barely resist the violent attacks of the greatly weakened Greater Terror Demon.
The brass-wielding axe caused Quake's arms to go numb, and the duel began to become one-sided. However, the dimensional stone plate armour on Quake's body was incomparably sturdy, and it protected him from being cut into pieces by Skarbrand many times.
While the Mosh Clan's camp was engaged in a fierce battle, Laing and the others were watching from the side at the entrance of a mine in the distance.
"Whoa! It's over! That's the Khorne! " Belega was overjoyed at the battle between the Ratmen and Chaos. The King of Eight Peak Mountain held a monocular and watched excitedly. "Why is the Khorne here?"
"Maybe we destroyed the ritual and summoned something else," Veronica whispered. "Anyway, the infighting between the two sides is in our favor."
"That's right. Let's bide our time." Laing nodded. His eyes were fixed on the battle between Quake and Skarbrand. The headhunter Quake, who was less than 1.5 meters tall, was fighting Skarbrand, who was more than seven meters tall. Even though Quake was forced to retreat, Skarbrand, whose strength was constantly declining, was unable to determine the outcome of the battle.
Olica was behind Laing, and the dark elf did not say a word. On the other hand, Ararus was secretly looking at Laing with vigilance and suspicion. Olica noticed it, but when the dark elf turned her head, Ararus immediately looked away. "Lord Tarsyn, do you have something against master?"
"… No, I'm just thinking about when we should go down." Several thoughts flashed through Ararus' mind, but he held back and did not say anything. He tried to keep himself calm. "Laing, what should we do?"
"Wait until the duel is over!" Laing nodded slowly. "Look, Skarbrand is about to die! He can't hold on any longer! "
As expected, Skarbrand grew weaker as time passed. The Khoroge could no longer maintain its existence in the mortal realm. Seizing the opportunity, Headhunter Quake leaped into the air. His dark-red silhouette made a full circle in the air, evading the brass greataxe that swept past him. The Skarvin warlord's body spun wildly in the air like a spinning top, attracting Skarbrand's attention. But just as the Khoroge leaped and pounced, intending to deliver the final blow and claim the last head of its short journey, a green phantom appeared before Skarbrand's eyes.
The phantom went straight for Skarbrand's chest, which was wide open.
"Rat Jinuo, Yakuwa Kuli!"
The Supreme Scourge Lord, Ruel Klos, emerged from the shadows. The Armageddon Blade in his hand accurately pierced Skarbrand's chest. The long blade made of dimensional stone was filled with the souls of countless Ratmen. Hundreds of green demon rat souls surrounded the Armageddon Blade, forming a green band of light that tore Skarbrand's chest open along the blade.
"Ahhhh!!!" Skarbrand finally let out a blood-curdling scream. A terrible wound was across his chest, and boiling pus kept flowing out. The Khorne screamed and fell to the ground. But before it had enough time to get up, Quake's attack had arrived. The war blade of the dwarven slayer pierced Skarbrand's neck, while the other blade pierced its chest. Finally, the war blade wrapped around Quake's tail thrust forward, hitting Skarbrand right in the head.
The Khorne, which could not maintain its form, finally collapsed. It fell into the depths of the mine, and was forced to return to the subspace as it fell.
"What a troublesome opponent." Laing stroked his smooth chin and complained, "If the Fist of the Empire had come, seven or eight companies would've died, along with a battle commander, a chief strategist, five company commanders, and most of the veterans."
"The Fist of the Empire? Brother Laing, don't joke with me. I can't think of any force in the Empire that could wipe out Skarbrand at such a small price. " Belega stroked his beard and leaned against the side of the mine. "Does Karl-franz, that hammer-wielding brat, have some secret weapon?"
"No, I'm just saying." Laing nodded. "Are you ready? Brothers, Skarbrand is finished. It's our turn now. "
"Alright!"
In the main camp of the Moss clan, Headhunter Quake passed through the cheers and praises of countless Skaven ratmen. This Skaven warlord was covered in the blazing blood of the Skaven Clan. Even Headhunter Quake couldn't help but proudly accept the cheers of the ratmen. This was what he deserved!
It defeated Skarbrand! Even if it was a weakened version, it was still Skarbrand! The Eternal Exile Skarbrand!
It deserved the allegiance of all ratmen, all of them!
Quake returned to his private quarters alone. His attendants immediately rushed up to clean the Skarvin ratmen's bodies. A large group of castrated and blinded slave rats rushed up, greedily using their tongues and teeth to help Quake clean up his body. When unguarded, the headhunter would only allow these non-threatening slave rats to get close to him. Quake was not a warlord of the Plague clan. He liked cleanliness and tidiness, and did not want to soak himself in the plague.
Even his armor was licked clean by the slave rats. Quake waved his hand and signaled for all the slave rats to leave.
After this victory, the morale of the army, which had been scattered after the great defeat, was once again condensed. Quake began to wonder why Skarbrand would appear here. What exactly happened outside?
"Little warlord!" At this moment, the warning of the Scourge Lord suddenly rang in Quake's mind. "Quick! Something is coming in! "
"What?!" Quake immediately picked up his sword. The headhunter immediately turned around.
The next second, all the hair on his body stood on end!
In the light blue vortex of psionic energy, Laing, Belega, Veronica, Olica, and Aralos appeared and surrounded Quake.
"It's time to settle the score, Quake!"
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