40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 447 173. Interlude: Reignition (6, 6.8k)

From the angel's eyes that seemed to be stained with blood, Kabanha saw everything. The Blood God is roaring, and it can feel it. The Blood God is using a continuous influx of power to repair its shattered body, and is urging it, or in other words, roaring.

Kill him or I'll do it myself!

Not this time, my god. Kabanha said humbly but firmly. Please don't interfere.

The Blood God was furious, almost making Ka'banha terrified, but the angel's sword brought it back to reality, bringing back the entire reality it needed to face.

Smoke and dust lingered all around, and the large crater formed by the impact was filled with blood, its own blood. The demon's burning eyes covered everything with a thick blood-colored mist, but it could still tell that its own blood was splashing everywhere and burning the ground.

However, this does not matter, every drop of blood is a gift to the God of War.

And the most important thing it needs to do now is to get Sanguinius back first, that sword is hurting it. It can withstand this kind of damage, but it wants to stand up and fight with the angels instead of being nailed to the ground like now.

Then it swung its axe, and struck Sanguinius with the great ax in its right hand with determination that surpassed all others.

It knew that the angel would block the blow, and the fact was exactly what it thought. Sanguinius used an extraordinary skill to deflect the ax with one hand. Because of this, he lost one hand to hold the sword. .

Kabanha saw something like pain flash across the angel's face.

Good that you realize that. It grinned ferociously. Magma-red blood spurted out from between the fangs and rushed towards the angel with high temperature.

For mortals, such a mouthful of blood is enough to make their intestines pierce, their bodies and souls destroyed. But for the angel, it was just a slight burning sensation - however, Kabanha had achieved his goal.

Its left claws were slightly brought together, and it swung out a standard sharp arc based on the human fist swing. The latter was hit by this blow and flew away on the spot. When he stood up again, the devil had already stood up.

There is a naked and terrible hole in its chest, which is beyond the scope of a sword blade. But the Ranchi Blade was still nailed deeply into the ground at this moment. It's clear that Cabanja didn't get out of trouble in the usual way.

"Your sword." The demon looked back at it thoughtfully. "You need it, you need a weapon, Sanguinius."

"I can kill you with my bare hands," Sanguinius replied in a low voice.

The demon's blood flowed freely on his face, almost turning his skin into red.

Kaban laughed, knowing that the angel would answer this way.

It smoothly pulled out the dyed red blade and threw the sword at the angel's feet, sinking deep into the soil.

"I said I want a fair fight," Kabanha said. "I have two weapons, and you have two weapons. We both lost one, and now we only have one left."

It picked up the huge bone ax that seemed to come from the barbaric era and raised it high.

"Raise your sword, angel." Kabanha urged with enthusiasm. "This is a ritual between warriors. Raise your weapon, raise it high, and point its blade towards the sky. Then swear, swear that you will kill the enemy in front of you. In this way, the God of War will Keep His eyes on you.”

The angel did not make any of the above requests. He drew out his sword and flapped his wings and flew straight over, like a bright ray of light.

Fury flowed in his eyes, and the sword stabbed and slashed Kabanha's body hundreds of times like lightning, but the demon seemed indifferent. It stood there panting heavily, and suddenly at a certain moment, it stretched out its right paw and grabbed the angel's sword blade.

The breath of hell's brimstone spurted out from between the fangs again, but it shook its head dissatisfied.

"You should at least have some manners," Kabanha complained, and it pushed the sword away, causing the angel to back away.

It looked down at itself, and was slightly surprised to find that it was covered in cuts and bruises, with bone-deep wounds all over its body.

The angel remained silent, but angrily struck again with his sword. The demon stared at his shoulder attentively, and raised his ax in advance to block the possible change of the sword path.

So the angel moved his right foot, rotated and changed his moves again. The acumen and strength he showed in the battle excited Kabanha again. The demon lowered his left wing with a low roar, used it to protect his front face, lowered his shoulders and rushed out.

It knocked the angel away again at the expense of the incomplete left wing. Sanguinius fell heavily to the ground, and his pupils were distracted for a moment.

The power of the devil is unreasonable, primitive and pure, and so barbaric that it is in a league of its own. He can contend with it, but many times, he must also bear the pain caused by the collision with this power.

He struggled to stand up, but a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes. It was the devil's giant ax that was landing. The jagged sharp surface cut through the air and was slashing towards the angel at a rapid speed.

The blood light blooms and illuminates everything. The demon had a growling face, obsidian-like sharp teeth, and a long tongue that was bitten by himself. Sanguinius's frowning brows, his blood-stained wings, and his right hand raised instinctively.

The blade of the Red Blade collided with the giant ax, and the ground sank cruelly for several meters. Smoke and dust roared and rolled up. The angel groaned, suffering severe pain from the blow, and a heart-piercing pain came from his back. .

The demon smiled ferociously and let go of his hand, pressed the ax on the angel, and used his claws to grab his throat. The huge force began to suffocate the angel at the moment of contact.

"Resist me!"

Kabanha roared out these words. It didn't sound like a taunt, but more like an urging.

The angel did not let him down. He gritted his teeth and thrust out the Red Blade. The long sword pierced Kabanha's jaw from bottom to top, reaching the top of his head.

Blood and a smoky gray viscous substance gushed out from the wound. Kabanha roared angrily. Not only did he not let go, he even began to increase his strength.

Yes! That's it! kill him!

At this moment, it heard the blood god's roar again. Here it comes again, the urging again

The demon growled and forced himself to release his claws, and slowly took a few steps back. It raised its hand to grab the Ranchi Blade, pulled it out and held it in its hand. The sword was not forged for a creature like it, and the way it held it was hilarious.

The Blood God roared in its ears again, and every syllable seemed to be burning. He was commanding it to kill Sanguinius—and this time, Ka'banha disobeyed its god.

"No."

It muttered to itself, blood leaking from the wound like a flood, but it still stood.

"I will kill him, but not this way, Blood God."

It lowered its head and looked at the healing wound on its chest. The demonic realm here was jointly created by the four gods, and every killing and death in it is passively restoring its injuries and increasing its strength.

Kabanha can even see the battlefield at this moment and the war that will happen here in the near future through the divine favor it enjoys.

It's so sweet, a bloody battle that lasts for ten thousand years. If it were still the pure bloodthirsty it was before, it would rush straight into this war and sacrifice countless heads to the Blood God. but--

"——But you sent me to fight him, Blood God." Kabanha whispered, and watched the angel slowly stand up from the blood.

"You made me realize that the children of the damned were not just inferior giant babies or immature imbeciles, but that there was a true warrior among them. I challenged him, and for the first time, I won. Chapter The second time, I lost, and now it’s the third time.”

"I will fight him until this is over. I want this fight to be completely fair, without any support, without any help, without any intervention. I want you to guarantee this, Blood God."

"In return, you will see Kabanha beheaded by him, and the angel of Baal will surpass his own limits and move towards a new realm. Or, you will see me break his wings and sacrifice his soul. A throne for you.”

It laughed ferociously, and so did the Blood God. Together they watched Sanguinius lift the great ax from the blood-stained mud, his eyes were red, and the backflow of blood and internal injuries caused him to look like this at this moment.

It really fits your image. Kabanha laughed wildly.

very good. He praises from His throne. You briefly escaped the shackles I gave you, Kabanha. You proved your courage with your disobedient actions and your pursuit of a fair fight, right?

Kabanha raised the Red Blade wordlessly, feeling that the god's endless bloody support was slowly dissipating. It has become weaker, but it has also become stronger. It looked down at the Red Blade and saw that the sword was burning its flesh, just as its ax was hurting the angel's flesh.

Go fight! The God of War roared. In my name!

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

Kabanha roared and jumped up, and the dyed red blade stabbed the angel's face accurately and fatally. Sanguinius roared back with equal force. The giant ax had already turned his hands extremely black, but he still used it to block the demon's attack.

He turned around, his wings vibrated, jumped up with enough force to shatter the ground, and threw the giant ax down. The demon responded to the invitation to fly with its incomplete wings. It grabbed the front of the giant ax with its backhand, not caring that it almost cut off half of its hand, and threw the dyed red blade back.

The angel caught it and flew high again, being carried straight down by the strong wind. The demon roared excitedly and collided head-on with him. The shock wave erupted again, the soil splashed, everything seemed so cruel.

The demon swung its axe, swept its tail, shouldered, slapped - it hurt the angel with all its strength, destroying his armor and body. And angels are never stingy. Every attack of the dyed red blade can carve out a piece of flesh and blood from the demon's body, allowing the fire of hell to bloom from the demon's eyes in the high temperature.

Both sides are filled with terrifying rage and determination to bring about the downfall of the other side. The sky seemed to be inspired, the broken clouds were blown by the strong wind, covering their heads, and also sprinkled with crazy blood, creating a vast cage or duel cage. Until one of them dies, the blood will never dissipate.

In the tide of chaos, the Blood God swore on his name to all beings who could hear his voice that this battle would be absolutely fair.

He drew the sword for this purpose.

The ax and the sword collided again, and steaming blood splashed from the angel's armor. This absolute masterpiece has been damaged in many places, even rusted. Supernatural aging in gold and adamantine destroys their once close cooperation, and the power of demons adds to this.

But what about the devil? Since the angel was already in such a mess, would Kabanha show a victorious face? The answer is no, it was also in such a mess.

Its claws holding the axe were the main targets of the red blade. They were already white bones, and the burning tendons from hell were still stubbornly left on the exposed muscles, beating with every movement of the master.

Kabanha's body seemed to have been tortured like a slow slicing, and the scars of missing flesh and bones in many places made people wonder why it could still stand and attack the angel with such a violent offensive.

They hacked and killed each other, bleeding each other, and every collision was the most perfect manifestation of the four words "battle skills". But this was just the beginning, because they would eventually beat each other to exhaustion, unable to stand, or even unable to hold a weapon.

Kabanha waited for that scene with absolute patience, and tried to kill the angel with all his heart before it really came.

The power of the highest heaven was roaring in his body, and so was the angel. His power also came from the highest heaven, but he refused to accept this fact at the moment. But it doesn't matter, because they are all fighting to the death.

The demons no longer enjoy the resurrection power that the blood god draws from the blood river, nor do they have the endless support of the unliving. Just like the angels, they are completely alone, without support, without the eyes and silent support from the upper world.

There is only each other, only this deep muddy blood pit, and only this primitive and barbaric battle itself.

How much time has passed?

Kabanha laughed wildly and grabbed the angel's head, threw him to the ground, and trampled on him. The angel turned over to avoid it, flapped his wings and jumped up, turned around and knocked the demon down with his sword, stood on it and began to chop it.

Blood flowed, and they looked at each other in the roar. The human's eyes were wide open, his face was distorted, and the blood stains had dyed him red to an inhuman state.

The demon opened his mouth wide, and his mutilated face was covered with a primitive hideousness that was born this way, but this was just an appearance. It was actually calm and happy, waiting for the arrival of the final moment

Fight, fight, fight. They continued to fight, rising from the mud again and again, roaring at each other again and again from the splattering blood and flesh.

The long sword was bent, the axe was broken, the armor was shattered, and the bones were destroyed. When all these conditions were met, the demon realized drowsily that it had been waiting for it.

So it loosened its right claw, which only had two claws left, and let the axe, which was almost completely broken, fall to the ground.

It looked at Sanguinius and smiled, because the angel looked almost the same as it did at the moment.

The gorgeous golden armor had been shattered to the point of providing no protection at all, the gauntlets were twisted, the leg armor was broken, and the breastplate had melted.

The body below was scarred, and the warrior's emblems and medals exuded the smell of blood. The scarred wings were still raised in a bluff, but they had long lost the strength to flap.

"Throw away the sword." Kabanha urged incoherently. "It's useless now."

The angel looked down at his sword and found that it was indeed the case.

The indestructible sword was already chipped in many places, and the red gemstone on it had long since disappeared. Its handle was full of broken marks, and the metal was silently sucking his blood and cutting the flesh of his palm.

"You humans--" the demon continued with a gasp, and began to limp around the venue. "--the history you have is really short, just like your lifespan. But you are very good at learning and passing on."

It raised its claws and pressed them to its chest, stabbing the broken claws into the flesh of its palms and fixing them. Then, it opened its mouth and began to carve its fist with fine fangs, grinding bones and biting flesh.

With absolute patience, Kabanha created a pair of broken fists for himself, not savage claws. It raised them, shrugged, and raised its chin to the angel.

"Come on." It laughed and spit out a mouthful of blood. "Come on, the most primitive way. After the fist comes the teeth, angel, let's fight to the death."

The angel gently loosened his hand in silence, and the red blade was reluctant to slip off, creating a new narrow wound in his palm. The angel raised his hands, slowly broke off the wings, and then clenched his hands.

They began to approach each other slowly, and the first punch was thrown by the angel. The power of the demigod was still dangerous under extreme fatigue and injury. Kabanha's sharp teeth were knocked off, and the pain brought anger and high excitement.

It laughed and swung its left fist, not thinking of defending at all. The angel tried to dodge, but was still hit in the left rib, and several broken bones pierced through the surface of the body, trembling cruelly in the air.

The angel spit out a mouthful of blood, and Kabanha took it all, licking the blood of his deadly enemy, but did not get any comfort.

"That's it, Sanguinius, that's it!" It still roared. "That's it!" The angel howled and punched it back. The last swing even broke one of the demon's horns, forcing it to stagger to the ground, but it was still talking. "Tear off your gorgeous coat" It raised its head drowsily in the blood plasma and looked at the shaky angel. "Throw away the secular gaze, responsibility, self-demands and the so-called human destiny. You are a warrior, Sanguinius, you are born like this. I can see the anger in your heart and smell your suppressed bloodthirsty desire. Come and punch me!" It hammered the ground, stood up with a bang, and roared at Sanguinius.

"Come and fight me!"

The angel gasped and looked at it, his white fangs already sticking out of his lips. He didn't need a mirror to know that his appearance at the moment was probably not much better than that of Kabanha.

His long-suppressed bloodthirsty desire was completely activated in such a cruel battle, and a kind of pure anger was surging in his heart. As soon as he kills Kabanha, it will explode completely. Sanguinius had rejected it countless times, but what about this time?

He raised his head and looked at the bloody light around him, and he also heard the Blood God's cry. He understood that if Kabanha did not die, he would not be able to leave this prison.

But he must leave here, there are countless loyal people who need him, the empire needs him, and his father also needs him.

In the prophecy, he lay dying beside the god. He didn't know why, but he had to get to that future.

Kabanha moved slowly towards him.

Kill me, or be killed by me. In its eyes, Sanguinius read the message.

Sanguinius silently lowered his fists, then raised them again. He suppressed his anger, suppressed his worries, suppressed the endless fatigue of traveling all the way to this point, and raised his fists with simple thoughts.

There was something boiling in his veins, like burning venom. It was not Kabanha's handwriting, nor the blood god's arm, but the erosion of him by the power of chaos.

The angel smiled mockingly, but the face of Khalil Lohars suddenly flashed before his eyes.

Just like you. he thinks. We are all monsters in human skin, bound by ourselves.

"Time for reflection is over, Sanguinius."

Kabanha walked up to him, said this, and slowly stood up, with his bent feet sinking into the soil. Its burning eyes stared blankly at the angel, the life force draining from the body like the angel itself.

It punched, but the angel did not dodge, and firmly used his abdomen to eat the punch that could break the armored car. The shock wave turned into visible torture and appeared on his body. His bones shattered one by one, his skin and flesh trembled, and blood and internal organs gushed out of his throat.

The devil laughed, but there was sadness in his laughter. It knows that it has won, but it also knows that from now on, it will never have such a good opponent or such a good battle.

It truly mourns this.

Sanguinius staggered back, shaking his head as if confused by the scene before him. Kabanha prayed that he would fall over, but he also prayed that he would stand tall, come back and punch him, knocking him to the ground.

Punch me again, prolong the fight just one more second, Sanguinius, I beg you.

The angel raised his head while vomiting blood, and a little blue light emerged from the blood in his eyes.

He walked back silently and beat back under Kabanha's ecstatic eyes. He still has power - it's a goddamn miracle that he still has power despite what he's become.

That punch hit Kabanha's eye cruelly, shattering its eye socket and protruding its eyeball, and it fell down again. The angel watched it fall to the ground, struggling in the mud, but could not stand up again.

He suddenly felt sad.

It's just a show. he thinks. It's all about the fall of Terra, the torture of the sacrificed people, and the battle.

So what if I win this battle?

The master behind the scenes doesn't care at all. He will only laugh with satisfaction in the eternal war.

All this is meaningless, just a drama staged by the evil gods themselves to please themselves. There is no meaning, everything is meaningless, why don't I just die? To repay this cruel world?

This thought was so attractive, he was already very tired, and he wanted to end everything like this. However, at this moment, there was a surge of anger coming back.

He had suppressed it, but it came back. It was so violent, yet as cold as ice, freezing every drop of his blood and preventing the poison from nothingness from harming his soul.

Those empty thoughts quickly dissipated and turned into a passing cloud. Sanguinius felt a pang of shame, wondering why he had entertained such thoughts—but he soon sensed something was wrong.

In silence, he touched his still-beating heart and suddenly laughed.

"Coward," he said, looking at the sky. "You swore that this fight would be absolutely fair, but what happened? You broke your oath, and I spit on you."

On the brass throne, the Blood God suddenly roared. He may have never been so angry. Even the joy of witnessing such a battle could not reverse this anger.

The bloody light that enveloped the surroundings shattered instantly. Kabanha stopped struggling and looked up at the broken clouds. This hard-won calm only lasted for a few seconds, and it soon roared like crazy.

"I curse you, Lord of Changes, I curse you, this lowly and shameless false god!"

A bolt of thunder fell from the sky, as if to punish him for his disrespect. But another piece of blood-red floated away, dispersing the thunder instantly. In the blood light, Kabanha's form began to dissipate. It melted, flesh and bone shattering together.

It was recalled by the Blood God, including all the Blood God's army on the entire battlefield. These bloodthirsty devils wearing brass armor will fight another war. They will attack the kingdom of another god on an unprecedented scale.

Sanguinius exhaled slowly.

It ended like a child's play. he thought calmly. The so-called gods are really ridiculous.

But he won.

The angel looked up to the sky and began to regain his strength. A few minutes later, he reluctantly flew up with his sword, but saw another golden light coming quietly from the other side of the battlefield. It's not like a weapon or anything like that, in the angel's perception it's more like

Tinder?

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