Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Lin Fan and the Slaanesh Demon were getting closer and closer to the first storm. When standing near the storm, the sense of surreal enormity caused by the distortion of subspace became more and more obvious.

The storm was surrounded by eight brass walls studded with skulls, and the gates to the next ring of walls were tightly closed. Only if the intruder passed the test of Khorne and proved his courage and glory, these gates would be opened. .

This rule applies to all beings in the universe, and even the lawless demons of Slaanesh cannot ignore the symbolism of the gate.

With a bang, those high brass walls that were indestructible in the records were blown down by Lin Fan. The joy of breaking the rules made the Slaanesh demons around Lin Fan even more excited. Their rapid advance even overwhelmed the Khorne demon army that formed the military formation.

The eight-layered wall was reduced to ruins under Lin Fan's all-conquering fist, and the cracked brass and blood paved a wide avenue leading straight into the storm.

Lin Fan saw a lonely scarlet shadow guarding the end of the road in the distance, with a scarlet body and brass armor. These details were not much different from the other demons under Khorne, except that the firstborn had many, like The rope-like cables of Li Gui's long hair distinguish him from other great demons.

Angron, Lord of the Red Sands, is guarding the storm.

As a Demon-Ascending Primarch, Angron's combat effectiveness is naturally unquestionable. But sending only one big demon to defend such a wide avenue is indeed a bit crude and shabby.

Is this Khorne's way of slowing me down?

Lin Fan thought this, and then Angron roared and rushed over. Angron, who was bigger than the knight, had unstoppable and amazing power. The moment he came into contact with the forward of the Slaanesh demon, two heavy axes Just chop into pieces the slender young-robed bodies of countless Slaanesh demons.

Anger and pain are the best fuel to drive Angron, this irrational beast. Angron has no rules at all in close combat. He uses pure strength to overcome all tricks and exchange injuries for death.

Lin Fan watched Angron roar as he stomped the two Slaanesh demons on the ground and chopped them into pieces, thinking about how he could free Angron from Khorne's control.

The Butcher's Nail, which had been with Angron all his life, naturally became the first item Lin Fan had to deal with.

It was not difficult to hit Angron's violent and broad back with a light spear. Lin Fan clung to Angron's back, and the cables of the Lord of the Red Sand struck Lin Fan like a whip.

Lin Fan grabbed hold of these flying butcher's nails, and with a sudden force, these butcher's nails were pulled off along with Angron's twisted and ferocious back skull.

Angron did not die from this injury. He threw his head back and roared to relieve the severe pain. Then he stretched his hands to his back and tried to squeeze Lin Fan, the damn fly, to death.

Lin Fan was caught by Angron. The huge force that crushed living creatures and even metal was nothing to him. He only stared at Angron's broken and disfigured head, watching the Butcher's Nail strike again and again. Resurrection.

Just tearing it off cannot free Angron from the shackles of the Butcher's Nail. This cruel device has been deeply imprinted on Angron's broken soul, and other methods must be found.

Lin Fan thought for a while and had no clue at all. So he decided to open Angron's hand that was holding him tightly and deal with the storm problem first.

Lin Fan's finger was broken directly. Before the power of subspace could repair Angron's injury, Lin Fan jumped on Angron's neck.

Angron roared at Lin Fan, and Lin Fan could only see boundless red light from Angron's mouth. Lin Fan took advantage of the situation and threw the last unsealed nuclear bomb into Angron's mouth, "I hope this will make you calm down for a while."

Angron was indeed much quieter in the aftermath of the nuclear bomb's explosion. He knelt on the ground with his hands on his hands, enduring the long process of the nuclear bomb destroying his demon body and then repairing it. Cracks leaking out light covered his body, and Angron spit out hot smoke and fire with every heavy breath.

The demons did not take advantage of Angron's temporary loss of combat capability. They avoided Angron and followed Lin Fan closely.

"Woohoo~" Shalaxi screamed, "We have never penetrated into such a deep territory. We usually fight an endless war of attrition on the sixth wall."

Lin Fan nodded. He didn't feel too deeply about Shalaxi's emotion. He just asked, "So what should we do next?"

"Hehe, the next step is what the lady should do." Shalaxi chuckled, and then he melted and blended with all the Slaanesh demons crowded on the Storm Road, and finally formed a purple-black claw. slender palm.

"Khorne!" Slaanesh shouted with excitement and gritted teeth. She had been waiting for this day for a long time.

The palm of his hand pierced into the unguarded storm, and the storm that was stirred by pulling and pulling no longer had the violent and fierce power before. Slaanesh tried her best to inject the opposite power between her and Khorne as much as possible. This disturbance acted on Khorne's body like poison.

The storm decayed slowly and quickly, but anyone could see that Slaanesh had gained the upper hand in destroying the storm.

"Yo yo yo~ Isn't this Khorne~ We haven't seen each other for a few days, why are you like this?" Slaanesh mocked the silent Khorne with a triumphant face, and then she stabbed her power into the origin of Khorne. In the process, something was wrong.

Khorne's 1% power deficit was extremely obvious in Slaanesh's eyes. The longer Slaanesh stared, the more obvious his hunger and thirst became.

What would happen if you took a bite?

Slaanesh was suddenly reminded of the wonderful feeling she had felt when she devoured the Eldar gods, those delicious little snacks. Now only Isa, the goddess of life, and Aenead, the god of death.

Isha was hidden by Nurgle, and Aenead was taken by Slaanesh. Neither of these two Eldar gods could eat it, but Slaanesh could at least let Aenead out and smell it. Come and satisfy your craving.

What would Khorne taste like?

As soon as this fresh thought arose, Slaanesh uncontrollably crawled on Khorne's wound and began to suck away.

The experience of conflicting forces raging through Slaanesh's body was not wonderful, but it was extremely novel.

Slaanesh also felt Khorne's slow weakening from her feed, and she heard Khorne's intense displeasure at Slaanesh's greed.

But what can Khorne do? Khorne can do nothing! This God of War, who is always angry and manic, can only be suppressed by me like a pitiful and helpless child!

Slaanesh became even more excited thinking about this, completely forgetting the pain and discomfort in his body.